Prompt: Mike is a police officer and Micky may or may not be a little bit horny.

Rating: NC-17

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Mike sighed as he came home from work. It'd been a long day at the station and he couldn't wait to relax for the evening.

"I'm home!" Mike called. He kicked his boots off by the front door, expecting to be greeted by Micky as soon as he came inside. However, his boyfriend was nowhere in sight. Mike knew something was up.

"Micky?" Mike walked down to their bedroom. He opened the door to find Micky laying on the bed. The curly-haired boy greeted him with a smile.

"Hi Mike," there was a mischievous undertone to the boy's voice that Mike didn't detect at first. He walked over to the bed and bent down to greet Micky with a kiss before taking off his gun belt. He went to put it away when he suddenly froze. Something was...off.

"Hey, Mick?" Mike asked, scrunching his face in confusion. "Have you seen my wallet? I swore I left it on the dresser this mornin'."

Micky was silent for a long time. Confused, Mike turned around to repeat his question—and found Micky holding up his wallet with a triumph grin on his face.

"You mean this?" he asked innocently. Mike frowned and took it from him.

"What were you doing with my wallet?" he questioned.

Micky feigned a gasp. "Oh no, it appears I've been caught!"

"Caught? Micky, what are you—"

"Stealing is a crime, isn't it, officer?" Micky purred, batting his eyelashes innocently. "I suppose you'll have to punish me."

Mike finally caught on. A smirk twitched at his lips as he sat on the bed and got dangerously close to Micky's face, to his lips. "Perhaps I will."

Micky opened his mouth to reply when Mike suddenly attacked the younger's lips with his own. He pressed his hand firmly against Micky's chest, pushing him back against the pillows, before yanking off the boy's shirt in one quick motion. They reattached their lips and Micky reached up to tangle his fingers in Mike's hair when Mike suddenly broke the kiss again, smirking at the work he'd done. Micky's lips were already swollen.

"Hey!" Micky cried.

"You have to be punished, remember?" Mike smirked. "Put your hands over your head."

Micky didn't know what Mike was going to do, but he complied anyway. Mike got off the bed and Micky watched as Mike walked over to his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Micky's eyes widened incredibly.

Mike put Micky in the handcuffs, clasping them shut so they dug slightly into his skin, but not enough to hurt. His hands were now totally useless, bounded by the handcuffs, and Micky let out a cry of protest.

"You've been very naughty, Micky Dolenz. As an officer of the law, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take you in."

Mike grinned and kissed Micky again. Micky kissed back eagerly, but he was dying to run his fingers through Mike's soft, silky hair. Mike began to trail his kisses to Micky's jaw and neck, emitting soft groans from the other boy.

Mike paid careful attention to the area of skin where Micky's neck met his collarbone. Micky was especially sensitive there and, as expected, he moaned when Micky kissed the tender skin and gently kneaded at it with his teeth.

"Mike," Micky moaned. "I need more."

Mike smirked and kissed the now-red patch of highly sensitive skin. He trailed his kisses again, going from Micky's shoulder, to his chest. Mike started with the right side, swirling around Micky's tender nipple with his tongue. The boy whimpered and arched his back.

Mike repeated the same process with Micky's left nipple, swirling and flicking at it with his tongue. Micky whimpered again. He could already feel himself growing extremely hard and they'd just barely begun.

Mike kissed down Micky's chest, the fine hairs leading to Micky's naval tickling his nose. He was just starting to grow a beard and the feel of Mike's stubble against his soft skin made Micky flush all over. Mike circled his tongue around Micky's naval before continuing the rest of his journey to Micky's hips.

Mike pulled away, causing Micky to cry out again. Mike smirked and placed a finger to Micky's lips.

"You have the right to remain silent."

Micky nodded and bit his lip to keep from moaning as Mike pulled his pants down and off. Micky was now left only in his undergarments while Mike was still fully clothed, save for his gun belt. Micky watched as Mike smirked and pulled the hem of Micky's underwear down—with his teeth.

Micky's cock was already lathered with precum as it stood in all its erect glory. Mike grinned and ran over the head with his tongue, causing Micky to gasp and whimper.

"M-Mike, please," Micky begged, "I need to touch you."

Mike pulled away and, for one hope-filled moment, Micky thought he was actually going to undo his handcuffs. Instead, he watched, mouth agape, as Mike slowly and teasingly pulled off his shirt.

"Fucking striptease," Micky muttered, causing a low chuckle to come from Mike. He leaned in close to Micky's ear and whispered,

"I don't think that's how bein' silent works."

Micky shuddered as Mike returned to his cock, wrapping his warm, succulent lips around the head. He gradually took more and more of Micky in until he was completely filled, the tip lightly touching the back of his throat. Micky leaned his head back and moaned as Mike sucked his cock and used one hand to toy with Micky's balls, highly sensitive and lightly dusted with dark hair.

Mike sucked Micky until his own cock was so hard and erect that it pained him to have it restricted by fabric any longer. Micky, who'd been close to the point of climax as Mike worked his magic, let out a cry as Mike pulled away. The lack of Mike's warm mouth made Micky shiver as his cock was, once again, exposed.

However, he shut up and watched with eager anticipation as Mike finally took off his pants. He teasingly rubbed his large, still-clothed cock against Micky's exposed length. Micky moaned loudly and, satisfied, Mike removed his underwear so he was exposed too.

"I need to touch you," Micky whispered again, begging. However, Mike didn't show any mercy. He merely smirked as he put three fingers to Micky's lips.

"Suck," he commanded.

Micky did as told, taking Mike's fingers in and sucking until they were thoroughly wet with his saliva. Mike smirked and slowly pushed the first one into Micky's puckered hole and began pumping. He curled it slowly, causing Micky to throw his head back and let out a throaty moan.

"F-Fuck Michael, pl-please—"

He was cut off with a gasp as, without warning, Mike added a second finger and slowly spread them apart. Micky's moans were like music to his ears. He moaned softly at first, then louder and louder the further Mike spread his fingers apart.

Mike was going to add a third finger, but, after seeing Micky come undone before his very eyes, he decided that they were ready. Mike pulled his fingers out and grabbed a container of lube from the bedside table. He lubed up his stiff, erect cock before lining it up at Micky's hole.

"Ready?" His accent was thick with lust and want, which turned Micky on even more.

"Y-Yes," Micky leaned his head back, "o-oh Mike, p-please."

Mike pushed his cock in slowly, his moans blending with Micky's in the otherwise silent room. He rocked his hips, allowing them both to get used to the sensation, and Micky nodded at him. It was their silent signal for 'go ahead.'

Mike began thrusting, gripping Micky's shoulders tightly. He was probably already leaving bruises along the boy's sensitive skin, but neither seemed to mind. Mike kept his eyes open as he watched Micky—his face was red and dark curls flopped into his tightly closed eyes, but he didn't seem to care. His plump, perfect lips were parted. They sent shivers down Mike's spine every time they moaned his name.

The officer facade was almost completely forgotten as Mike looked at the face of his lover. He buried his face in the crook of Micky's neck, Micky's curls gently tickling his face.

"You're so perfect," Mike whispered in Micky's ear before gently biting down on the lobe.

Micky let out a soft moan in response. "M-Mike, please...let me touch you..."

Mike nodded and reached up to undo the handcuffs. Micky's hands (wrists bruised just slightly) were immediately all over the place—one tangled itself in Mike's raven hair and the other wrapped itself around the back of Mike's neck, pulling him closer.

"Kiss me," Micky begged.

Micky met Micky's swollen lips in a hot, passionate kiss. That undid it for the both of them. Micky came first and Mike found his release just seconds later. Micky let out one final moan as Mike's fluids spilled inside him.

"Sh-Shit," Mike cussed as he pulled out. "You're amazing."

Micky flushed. His skin was hot all over and he cuddled up to Mike, exhaustion seeping through his veins. Mike smiled and pulled a blanket over the both of them.

"Hey, Mike?" Micky whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I think you'll have to take tomorrow off."

Mike frowned. "Why?"

Micky managed a smirk despite his exhaustion.

"'Cause I heard there was gonna be another robbery."