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Micky was quite surprised when Mike pushed him onto the bed.
Mike must’ve noticed his shocked expression, because he smiled and said, “Just thought we’d change things up a little.”
Micky’s eyebrows shot up. Now he was really curious where this was going.
“Just make yourself comfortable, and watch,” Mike instructed him, reaching for his shirt buttons, so Micky scooted backwards until he could lean against the headboard. “And no touching yourself,” Mike added, hands frozen on his top shirt button.
Micky put on his best innocent face. “Who, me?”
Mike smirked. “Yes, you. Up for the challenge?”
Grinning, Micky scoffed, “Challenge? Why that’s no challenge at all.”
Mike was unfazed by his confidence. “Mm-hmm. We’ll see about that.”
Keeping his eyes locked with Micky’s, Mike began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Micky tried to stare back, but his gaze kept dropping to Mike’s chest, his arousal growing as Mike’s chest hair came into view.
When Mike had fully unbuttoned his shirt, he shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he slid his hands up his chest and rubbed his nipples for a moment, moaning as he did so.
Micky swallowed against a new surge of arousal.
Then Mike’s hands were sliding back down his body, landing at the button of his bulging trousers.
Micky subconsciously licked his lips, and Mike smirked. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and pushed them down.
Micky couldn’t help but stare lustfully at his naked boyfriend’s erect cock. Mike took it in hand and gave it a stroke, and this time Micky moaned with him. His own cock was rock hard and desperate to be touched, but he was trying his hardest to prove he had some self-restraint. Instead, he ripped his shirt off, hoping it would help cool him down.
Mike turned around and bent over, baring his ass to Micky. A moment later he brought his hand up, fingers slick with spit, and slid one of them into himself.
He let out a little moan as he began to work it in and out, then added a second one.
Micky swallowed a whimper. It was taking all of his self-control not to throw himself at the end of the bed, grab Mike’s hips, and fuck him senseless. Mike had to know what this was doing to him, the way he was opening himself up, giving Micky a perfect view of his entrance, all pink and inviting and perfect for his cock to go into. It was so hard and aching and leaking precome and tortuously still trapped in his pants, and–
Micky couldn’t take it anymore. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, and had just started to stroke it when Mike finally removed his fingers from his ass, straightened up, and turned around. He grinned triumphantly, but Micky was too horny to care about losing his stupid little challenge.
Seeming to realize Micky was not going to give him a defeat speech, Mike took the initiative to speak instead. “Hey now, I can take care of that,” he said, crawling onto the bed.
“Then why don’t you,” Micky replied, voice cracking.
Mike’s smile turned softer. He grabbed lube off the nightstand as he knelt in front of Micky, and squirted some into his hand. Then he set the bottle down, gently removed Micky’s hand from his cock, and began to rub lube over it.
A small moan escaped Micky’s lips.
“Gotta get you nice and slick so you feel good going inside me,” Mike purred, and for a brief moment Micky thought he was going to come in Mike’s hand.
But thankfully he didn’t, and soon Mike decided he was sufficiently lubed. In a few fluid motions, he aligned himself with Micky’s cock, then lowered himself onto it.
Hands taking hold of Mike’s hips, Micky moaned as he felt himself enter the tight heat of Mike’s ass. It was a feeling he’d never get tired of.
Mike began to rock, working Micky’s cock in and out of him, and let out a long groan. “Oh, Micky, you feel so good,” he sighed, and Micky barely bit back a whimper.
His grip on Mike’s waist tightened, but Mike didn’t seem to notice much. He was too busy riding Micky’s cock, and enjoying the hell out of it.
Micky was surprised to find he was enjoying it too. Usually he loved being the one to pleasure Mike, but there was something sublime about watching Mike do it to himself. Of course it also felt good to have Mike sliding up and down his cock, with Mike’s own erection sliding against his stomach. It felt… really good…
Micky moaned weakly, feeling his orgasm building.
“Mike, I’m gonna come,” he whimpered.
“Do it, babe, come in me,” Mike panted, reaching for his cock.
Micky was in no state to argue. He just clutched onto Mike, and when his release swept through him, he didn’t fight it.
Mike moaned deliciously, and pumped his own cock as he worked Micky dry. A few moments later, his cock erupted, spilling come onto both of their stomachs. Mike’s hand kept going until he was drained, and then he finally stilled.
Micky took the opportunity to lean forward and press their lips together with an urgency that surprised even himself. But Mike returned the kiss eagerly, his own arms wrapping around Micky’s shoulders as Micky hugged him close and kissed him deeply.
Eventually they would have to separate and get cleaned up. But that could wait.