The storage facility office was closed, but it didn’t take Roger any time to pick the lock. Mickey was surprised he didn’t break the window.
Their lips collided in another passionate kiss as soon as they were inside, and Mickey slid his hands down his hips, going straight for his ass and squeezing. “You are such a fuckin’ bastard!”
“Uh huh.” Roger panted as he pulled at Mickey’s zipper. “Fuck, come on. I love when you call me names!”
“Shut the fuck up, you fuckin’ nutbag!” Mickey pushed Roger back, knocking over a small trash can as they crashed against the service desk. He gasped when Roger bit his lip, and he pushed him. “Bitch!”
“Mmm, just like that.” Roger dropped to his knees, groaning when Mickey snatched up a tight handful of his hair.
“God, is that the only way to make you shut up?” Mickey grumbled as he pulled his cock out. “Huh? Gotta stuff your pretty little mouth?”
“You can certainly try,” Roger taunted. He parted his lips, sinking down on every thick inch with a growl. He closed his eyes and groaned, already bobbing his head and sucking hard.
Mickey sighed, savoring the wet heat and the way Roger’s tongue worked so expertly around his piercing. He pulled Roger’s hair just to hear him moan, and he thrusted forward, sinking deeper into his mouth.
They had to be quick. Pops was waiting for him, and he shouldn’t even be doing this. This was stupid. It was so fuckingstupid, but seeing those big blue eyes staring up at him while Mickey’s cock was hitting the back of his throat was doing things to him.
He knew Roger liked it rough, so he could slam as hard as he wanted to. He loved how Roger’s eyes fluttered and he let his jaw hang open to take every brutal thrust.
It was beautiful.
But it wasn’t enough. Mickey wanted more. He pulled out, smacking his cock against Roger’s cheek as he commanded, “Get up on the desk. Ass up.”
“What?” Roger laughed. “Right here?”
“Did I fuckin’ stutter?” Mickey said sternly.
“You’re serious?” Roger’s eyes widened. “Look, I was thinking some quick head and—”
“And your fuckin’ master says to get up on the desk, ass up.” Mickey made sure that his tone left no room for argument, and he glared down at Roger, daring him to refuse.
The air was tense, but he wasn’t going to back down. He wanted to fuck Roger raw for dragging him away from Pops, and he wasn’t leaving until he got exactly that. He could see Roger’s expression scrunching up, as if he was fighting with the decision of whether or not to get fucked right there on that desk.
“Okay, master.” Roger’s eyes fluttered, and he wiped the drool from his lips as he stood. He hopped up on the desk, slipping out of his pants and spreading his legs wide. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear. ”Fine. Come on. I’ll do it.”
“Good boy.” The sight of Roger’s exposed thighs and hole made Mickey’s cock twitch, and he tried to stay calm. “I thought I told you ass up.”
“I already said I’d let you fuck me!” Roger groaned loudly. “Why does it fuckin’ matter how?”
Mickey surged forward, grabbing Roger’s arm and effortlessly twisting him around to face the desk. He kept his wrist pinned, holding him there as he snapped, “Because that’s not what I fuckin’ told you to do, now is it?”
“F-fuck.” Roger moaned. ”Okay, okay… mmm, I’ll be good. Like this. This is fine, master. This is great, actually.”
“You crazy ass son of a bitch. I can’t even go one fuckin’ day without running into you.”
“Ah, maybe we’re soulmates.” Roger laughed under his breath. “You ever consider that, master?”
Mickey spanked Roger. “New rule. Pretend there’s a dick in your mouth at all times.”
“Mmm? Mm, mmph.” Roger continued to make a series of dramatic muffled noises. “Mmm, mph!”
“Christ!” Mickey smacked him again, viciously hard, watching his hips jerk forward against the edge of the desk. He used his grip on Roger’s arm to force him over, spanking the other cheek just as savagely. There, yes, there was that rush of power he’d missed.
He could actually see Roger’s entire body melting against the desk, and the way his head dropped down in submission made Mickey’s dick throb. He watched Roger’s shoulders tremble, heard his breathing hitch, and he knew Roger was going to be his again, exactly the way he wanted him to be, right here on this damn desk.
“Oh, fuck!” Roger moaned, a long and breathless cry of pleasure that nearly rattled the windows. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! It was just a fuckin’ joke! Ah, fuck! Mmm, master!”
“Thought I told you to shut up.” Mickey brought his hand down again. He rubbed the bright splotch he’d left behind, tracing over the outline of his own fingers.
