“Good morning to you,” Mickey mumbled.
“Morning.” Roger smiled sleepily, thumbing over Mickey’s piercing. “How’d you sleep?”
“Not bad.” Mickey breathed in slowly as he savored Roger’s warm touch. “Not fuckin’ bad at all.”
“Wanna fuck around?”
“Like you have to fuckin’ ask.” Mickey snorted. “Come here. Bring that ass up here.” He patted his chest.
“Oh, am I giving you breakfast in bed?”
“You’re giving me that ass to eat up while you suck my dick. Come on.”
“And they say romance is dead.” Roger pretended to be bothered even as he climbed up on Mickey’s chest to present him with his rear.
Mickey smoothed his hands over Roger’s cheeks and spread them wide to gaze over his hole. He stuck out his tongue, licking from Roger’s balls up around his tight entrance with a lusty growl.
“Mmm, yeah.” Roger shoved Mickey’s underwear down and grabbed the base of his cock. He lapped around the piercing beneath the head of his dick, sucking it lightly. “Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Come on, suck it already,” Mickey scolded, pressing his mouth around Roger’s hole and pushing his tongue against it. He slipped in the tip of his finger to work him open, and he groaned when Roger’s lips wrapped around his cock.
Roger bowed his head, taking Mickey down until he hit the back of his throat. He sucked fast and hard, and he reached down to lightly squeeze Mickey’s balls.
“Ahhh, just like that,” Mickey grunted. He grabbed Roger’s cock between his legs and stroked him, lapping more earnestly at his asshole.
Roger sucked harder in reply, drooling profusely over Mickey’s cock. He swirled his tongue up and down, and he focused in on the piercing before deep throating him again.
“Fuck, yeah.” Mickey groaned appreciatively, palming Roger’s ass and giving him a solid spank. He felt Roger jerk, heard him let out a muffled cry, and he spanked him again.
Roger suddenly pulled off, panting erratically. “Mickey! God, that feels so good!”
“Did I say you could fuckin’ stop suckin’ my dick?” Mickey snarled. He loved the shiver he felt run through Roger’s body, and he smacked his ass cruelly. “Get back to work.”
“Mmm! Yes, yes, master.” Roger jumped back on Mickey’s cock with renewed vigor, whimpering in between each eager bob of his head.
“There you go, good boy.” Mickey kept his hand going on Roger’s dick, and he stuck his tongue back between his cheeks. He licked and mouthed around Roger’s ass, trying to get him open enough to push inside.
It was impossible to focus with the fantastic way Roger was sucking him, and he had to give up in favor of breathing. He continued to jerk him off, bucking up into his mouth as he hissed, “Come on. Take that fuckin’ cock. Fuck, I’m gonna come so hard.”
Roger moaned his encouragement, albeit it was dampened by the cock currently stuffed down his throat. He grinded into Mickey’s hand and let his jaw hang loose so Mickey could thrust as hard as he wanted to, his lips still wrapped tightly around his shaft as he took it all.
Mickey’s head tipped back, and he roughly fucked Roger’s mouth. He smacked Roger’s ass, tugging at his cock in time with the pounding of his hips. “Fuck! There, come on, take it just like that. Take my cock.”
It couldn’t last at this rate, but it felt so damn good. The rush was delightful, and the hot friction of Roger’s mouth and tongue was making Mickey’s thighs tremble. He let himself go without warning, his body clenching as one final thrust took him over the edge, and he came hard down Roger’s throat.
Roger groaned, and he held Mickey’s cock deep inside his mouth as he swallowed his load obediently.
“Mmmm, yeah, baby. Suck it all down.” Mickey’s hips finally dropped when he was spent, and he chuckled low. “Fuck.”
Roger popped off with a breathless moan, running his tongue around the head of Mickey’s cock. “Can I come, master? Please? I wanna come so fuckin’ bad.”
“Yeah,” Mickey breathed, tightening his grip back on Roger’s dick and jerking him off quickly. “You did so fuckin’ good. And you remembered to ask me this time. You can actually learn, who fucking knew?”
“Yes, master. God, mm, yes!” Roger lapped around Mickey’s dick.
It was almost too much after coming moments ago, but Mickey liked Roger’s tongue working over his piercing. He let him keep going and stroked him faster, urging, “Come on, baby. Get that fuckin’ nut for me.”
Roger grunted, his deft tongue withdrawing only when he finally came. His cock pulsed in Mickey’s hand, dripping down onto Mickey’s chest and stomach as he moaned. “Fuck, yeah!”
