Disclaimer: this imagine is NOT MINE. Credit to the original author, thestarcollectors. I got this from Tumblr.

Rating: NC-17

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Mike and Micky were enjoying some time together, kissing and cuddling in bed early one September evening.

The two men laid side by side, their lips attached and their arms wrapped around each other. They had been kissing lazily for a while before things started to heat-up; they'd lost their clothes already, and their growing erections told them both that they were ready to step things up a gear fairly soon.

Mike was the one who eventually took the lead, as Micky knew he inevitably would, and the tall Texan rolled on top of Micky, pushing his curly-haired partner on to his back and pinning his arms down at his sides.

Mike kissed the left side of Micky's neck before moving across his throat and kissing up the right side. Mike's lips moved upwards and planted small kisses along Micky's jaw line before reaching those wide, thin lips. When Mike attempted to kiss those lips, Micky was smiling.

Mike lifted his head, looking down at Micky and matching his smile. "What?" He asked.

Micky shook his head. "Nothing." He replied, that smile still stuck on his face.

When Mike moved to kiss Micky again, the younger man started laughing - he couldn't help himself. Mike paused, eyeing his partner suspiciously. "What's so funny?" Mike questioned.

Micky shook his head again. "Nothing," He repeated, attempting to lift his hands that Mike had held down at his sides. "I just find you really sexy, that's all."

Mike released Micky from his grasp. "And how is that amusing?" He asked, totally puzzled.

"Because I can read you like a book." Micky said with a cheeky glint in his eye. He brushed Mike's hair back from his face, looking up at the Texan in a flirtatious manner. "I find it hot how you always need to be in control."

Mike narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, "always need to be in control"?" He questioned.

Micky laughed some more, genuinely amused that Mike didn't seem to understand his point. "Come on, babe." He said. "You know as well as I do that you like to be in control and in charge or certain situations. Well, most situations."

Mike still looked confused. "Is that what you think?" He asked.

"I'm not saying it's a bad thing." Micky reassured him. "I do seriously find it really sexy."

Mike looked unsure of what Micky was saying, or the reason for saying it at least, but he soon got over it and leaned down in an attempt to kiss Micky again. Micky stopped him though, placing his finger to the Texan's lips.

"Nuh-uh." Micky said with a smile, shaking his head slowly.

"What are you playin' at, boy?" Mike asked as he stared at his partner suspiciously.

Micky bit his lip, gazing up at the Texan seductively. Micky took hold of a little of Mike's hair and played with it between his finger and thumb. "I've always found it hot how you take charge. I like how you're assertive. Not just in bed, but in everything. I've always dug that about you."

"Uh, okay?" Mike looked totally confused. "Do you think I'm a control freak or somethin'?"

"A little." Micky smiled, still playing with Mike's hair.

"I ain't a control freak." Mike said, looking a little put-out.

"Prove it." Micky teased.

Mike narrowed his eyes, still looking at Micky suspiciously.

Micky gently pushed Mike off from on top of him and rolled onto his side. Mike laid on his back, looking up at Micky who'd now propped himself up on his elbow.

"How many times have we had sex?" Micky asked Mike thoughtfully.

Mike scoffed. "Is that a serious question?" He asked.

Micky started drawing little circles on Mike's chest. "Okay, I get that's impossible to answer. I mean, we do have loads of sex." He said.

"Yeah, just a bit." Mike said sarcastically with a little laugh.

"How about; how many times have you dominated me in bed?" Micky asked.

Mike looked surprised by that question, and Micky was sure he noticed Mike's cheeks go a little red. "What kind of question is that?"

"I don't have exact numbers, but I can tell you that it's been a lot of times, too." Micky said, raising his eyebrows to push his point further. "But how about I ask you a question that is easy to answer?"

Mike looked totally confused as to what Micky was doing or where this conversation was going. "Okay..?"

"How many times have I dominated you?" Micky questioned.

Mike frowned before opening his mouth to speak. He stopped himself, though, and looked ahead thoughtfully.

"I can answer that one, too," Micky begun. "Zero times."

Mike frowned even more. "That ain't true," He said a little defensively. "You've, you know, fucked me loads of times."

"I'm not talking about having my dick in you." Micky hit back casually, causing Mike to blush even more. "I'm talking about dominating you. Yeah, okay, I've been the one to make love to you plenty of times. I mean, not as many times as you've done me, but that's okay. But I have never dominated you, not even once. When I'm the one doing the penetrating, you're still totally in control. You still pull all the strings and always end up on top."

Micky could tell that his partner was both uncomfortable and maybe even a little nervous. Mike scratched his head. "Er, I- I thought you liked it." He said awkwardly.

"I do!" Micky almost shrieked, startling Mike a little in response. "I do like it! Oh god, I love it. You know I do. Our sex is amazing, all of it, all the time, however it ends up. Seriously. That's not- that's not what I'm saying."

"Then what are you saying?" Mike wondered.

Micky moved closer to the Texan. "I'm saying," He started slowly, seductively, his eyes burning with passion. "That I like it when you dominate me. I like it when you throw me down and fuck me, when you pin me to the bed, when you take control of me. I really, really like that."

Micky could see Mike visibly gulp. "And..?" Mike asked, the word almost getting caught in his throat.

"And," Micky continued in that slow, sensual tone. "I would also really like to dominate you for a change."

Mike's eyes widened. "Wha- w-what do you mean?" He asked.

Micky grinned, feeling both amused and touched by Mike's nervous response. "You know what I mean." He said, his fingers lightly grazing the Texan's chest. "I know it's in your personality to take control, and I really love that about you. I wouldn't change that for the world. Our sex is incredible, and I love the way you make me feel. Always. But for once I think it'd be fun if we tried something new..."

Mike took a deep breath. "So, what...you wanna fuck me on my hands and knees or something?" He asked a little awkwardly.

Micky smiled. Although he had never made love to Mike in that position before, that wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Micky's smile turned into a smirk, and he rolled over, leaning over the side of the bed. Mike looked on curiously as Micky hung over the side of the bed, rummaging around underneath the bed until he found what he was looking for.

Mike's eyes widened even further when Micky showed him a pair of handcuffs that he'd had hidden under his bed. "Where did you get those?" Mike asked, his voice going up an octave.

Micky grinned. "I've had them a while," He said, swinging them around playfully. "I've never used them though. I actually got them for you to use on me, but right here, right now, I'd really love to use them on you."

Mike visibly gulped. "You wanna use them on me?" He repeated, wide eyed.

"It'll be fun." Micky said innocently, moving closer to Mike. He fingered the cuffs gently. "Look, they have this black fur around them so it won't hurt your wrists."

Mike laughed. "I ain't using them." He said, clearly thinking this was some kind of joke. "You gotta be puttin' me on."

"Why?" Micky pouted.

"Handcuffs? Seriously?" Mike questioned, amused. "Come on, babe."

"What if I suggested you use them on me?" Micky asked, tilting his head to the side. "Would you want to use them then?"

"Well yeah." Mike replied without thinking, causing Micky to smirk.

"So you'd cuff me, but you won't have me cuff you?" Micky probed.

"Uh..." Mike scratched his head, realising he'd backed himself into a corner.

Micky licked his lips, feeling satisfied. "Don't you want to play with me?" He asked innocently, poking his bottom lip out.

Mike looked a little hot around the edges. "I uh, uh- You seriously want to use them on me?"

Micky nodded his head enthusiastically.

Mike laughed nervously. "I don't know, babe."

"Look, if you really don't feel comfortable with it, then we don't have to use them." Micky said seriously. "I'm not going to make you do something you're not into, because sex is only good if both people are into it."

"I just don't understand why you'd want to use them on me though." Mike asked - he looked genuinely confused.

"Why? You said you'd use them on me." Micky responded.

"Yeah, but that's different, ain't it?" Mike hit back.

Micky laughed. "Why?"

Mike had no answer to that, and he simply looked at Micky blankly.

"Because they're not our usual roles?" Micky questioned. "Because you're usually the strong one who's in charge, and I'm usually the submissive one who lets you do whatever you want to me?"

Mike's face fell. "Don't say it like that." He said, almost looking a little hurt. "It sounds like I make you do things you don't wanna do."

"That's not true at all." Micky said, tilting his head to the side. "I told you; our sex is amazing. It's the best thing in the world. But the truth is, I really think you'd dig this if you gave it a try. I wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think you'd like it. I know it's out of your comfort zone, but hey, look at us; being with another man was hardly something that we'd experienced before we got together, was it? And it's the best sex we've ever had. That was totally out of our comfort zone and look at us now."

Mike scratched his head. He reached out and took the handcuffs from Micky. "I guess you have a point." He conceded.

Micky run a finger gently up and down Mike's chest. "I'll make it worth your while." He purred.

Mike looked seriously tempted. "Okay, but only if I can use these on you in the future." He said.

Micky snorted. "As if I'd have a problem with that." He said with a smirk.

Mike looked thoughtful. "Okay," He sighed, handing the handcuffs back to Micky. "I'll do it."

Micky could hardly contain the smile on his face. "You won't regret this." He said.

The Texan still didn't look a hundred percent sure as Micky gestured for him to lift his arms. Mike obliged after a moment's hesitation, allowing Micky to cuff one of his wrists.

"I can't believe I'm doin' this..." Mike muttered as Micky thread the other cuff through the bar at the head of the bed before cuffing Mike's other wrist, leaving the taller man completely stuck.

Micky sat back and admired his work, revelling in the sight of Mike handcuffed to his bed. Micky then pulled the cover back to expose his partner entirely; Mike was no longer fully erect, but he still had a semi-hard on that Micky smirked at when it came into full view.

"What've you uncovered me for?" Mike asked, looking a little nervous.

"Well I need to see exactly what I'm dealing with, don't I?" Micky asked cheekily. "I can't have fun when you're covered up."

"What are you plannin' on doing, exactly?" Mike asked suspiciously - he obviously hadn't thought about what would happen next.

Micky shrugged, unsure as to exactly what he was planning on doing to Mike in this state, but for the time being he was more than happy to enjoy the view.

"You look so good right now, Mike." Micky said, his eyes burning bright. He licked his lips seductively as he straddled the Texan's lower legs. "You're so so hot. I can't believe how lucky I am to have a man like you." Micky started running his hands up Mike's legs, from his knees, up to his thighs. "And you, you're all man. You're so masculine and strong." Micky's hands passed Mike's hips and started slowly moving up the Texan's stomach and chest. "You're a real man," Micky continued. "And I have you totally at my mercy."

Mike gulped, and when Micky glanced down he could see Mike's cock had stiffened slightly. "And what have we here?" He asked playfully, moving back down and looking over Mike's penis. He glanced up at Mike with a satisfied smirk. "Someone seems to enjoy being handcuffed already..."

Mike took a deep breath when Micky took his erection loosely in his hand. "You look so good," Micky said again. "Good enough to eat."

Mike tugged at his handcuffs, causing Micky to grin wickedly. "What's the matter?" Micky asked. "Do you want to touch me, or do you want to touch yourself?"

Mike's face was going a little red. "Both." He admitted.

"Maybe you want me to touch you." Micky grinned.

Mike took another deep breath, and Micky was surprised at how quickly he seemed to have Mike under his spell.

"Maybe I'll see if you taste as good as you look..." Micky said as he looked at the penis in his hand. He licked his lips before dipping his head, sucking Mike into his warm, wet mouth.

Mike sucked in another deep breath, but before the Texan had a chance to enjoy the feeling of Micky's lips around his ever-growing hard on, Micky's mouth was gone.

"Micky, w-what?" Mike stammered, shocked that Micky had stopped so soon.

Micky licked his lips, looking up at his partner. "I was right; you do taste good." He said.

Mike squirmed. "What are you playin' at, Mick?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" Micky asked innocently.

"Well I thought once you'd got me in these stupid handcuffs that would be it, no foolin' around." Mike said with frustration in his voice.

"Do you not know me at all?" Micky asked, staring at the Texan. "You seriously think I'd get you into this position and not have some fun with you?"

Mike sighed. "I should've known you'd want to play games." He muttered, mentally kicking himself.

Micky leaned forward so his face was hovering just above Mike's. "I like playing with you." He whispered sweetly, seductively, and everything in between. "And we're really going to have some fun tonight."

Mike gazed up into Micky's almond-shaped eyes. "You know there's no one else on earth I would let do this to me, don't ya, boy?" He asked.

"I do know that." Micky replied sweetly before exchanging the sweetness for pure seduction. The curly haired man then smiled wickedly at his partner. "But I also know that even if you changed your mind, there's absolutely nothing you can do about it now."

Before Mike could respond, Micky kissed him deeply, pushing his tongue into the Texan's mouth. It was a kiss with intent and fire, with Micky's tongue pressing up against Mike's and his hand wrapping around Mike's shaft. A few weak pumps of Mike's length, and Micky released Mike from his grasp and broke their kiss.

Micky sat up, still straddling his partner and leaving Mike a little breathless from the kiss. Micky looked over Mike and pondered his next move. "What would you do to me right now if your hands weren't tied?" Micky asked curiously.

"I'd touch you." Mike replied a little breathlessly.

"Where?" Micky asked innocently, cocking his head to the side.

Mike tensed up, tugging at his handcuffs once more. He didn't answer the question.

"Here?" Micky asked, taking hold of his own erection and stroking himself slowly.

Micky watched Mike swallow hard, the Texan's eyes fixed on the man on top of him. Micky felt such a rush - he always liked putting on a show for Mike, but Mike's inability to do anything himself gave Micky a rush of power that he hadn't felt before. He felt excited, exhilarated, and really, really horny. Above everything though, Micky felt playful, and he was eager to push his partner to near breaking-point.

Micky let go of his penis and looked Mike in the eye as he sucked two fingers into his mouth. Mike's eyes remained fixed on Micky, and the curly-haired man could sense that the Texan was trying to figure out his next move.

"Or would you touch me here?" Micky asked, moving his hand to his backside and pushing his fingers inside.

Mike instinctively tried to move his hands, but yet again he was helpless.

"Mmm..." Micky purred, moving his own fingers inside of him. "This feels good..."

"Micky..." Mike choked out.

Micky bit his lip, twisting himself so Mike could see exactly what he was doing. Mike's eyes widened when he saw Micky's fingers moving in and out, and Micky decided to throw his head back for dramatic effect, moaning loudly as he did so.

"Oh yeah," Micky moaned, taking hold of his erection again and stroking himself in time with the movement of his fingers. "This is so good."

Micky watched Mike, staring his frustrated partner dead in the eye as he played with himself. Mike's face was flushed, and when Micky looked at the Texan's erection he could see that pre-come was building at the tip.

"Mmm..." Micky continued to moan, wanting to push Mike even further. "I wish you were doing this to me..."

"I can." Mike croaked out, the words getting a little stuck in his dry mouth. "I can do that. I can do whatever you want if you take these damn cuffs off of me."

Micky stopped his stroking and pulled his fingers out. "And where's the fun in that?" He asked with a smirk.

Mike sighed deeply. "What do you want, Micky?" He asked.

"To make you beg." Micky replied seriously.

"Beg?" Mike questioned.

"Yes."

Mike broke eye contact with Micky and looked to the ceiling. Micky was amused and satisfied; there was no way Mike would beg unless he was absolutely at the end of his tether, and Micky liked the challenge of getting his partner to that point.

Micky playfully dragged his finger up the inside of Mike's thigh, causing the slightly older man to shudder. Micky dipped his head and licked up the underside of Mike's shaft, teasing the Texan further.

"Do you want me to suck you?" Micky asked.

Mike looked reluctant to respond. "You know I do." He replied.

Micky grinned as he slid further down the bed. He took hold of Mike's ankles and pushed his legs up to expose his backside. Micky hooked Mike's legs over his shoulders and admired the Texan's round, pert bottom.

"You have such a great ass." Micky said, dipping his head and planting a kiss on either cheek. Micky then moved his finger between those cheeks, brushing up and down Mike's crack a few times before taking hold of Mike's sensitive balls and playing with them in his hand.

Mike squirmed as Micky's head dipped between his legs, sucking Mike's balls into his mouth. Micky took hold of Mike's shaft, stroking it firmly before moving his lips up the underside of Mike's length again. Micky sucked Mike's shaft from the side, sliding his head up and down and stopping just short of the tip.

"Micky..." Mike gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily.

Micky stopped what he was doing, instead deciding to glide his finger over the head of Mike's penis, gathering up some pre-come as he did so. Micky brought his finger up to Mike's mouth.

"Suck." Micky ordered.

"No way, I ain't suckin' that." Mike said, turning his head away.

Micky stared at the Texan before sucking his finger into his own mouth. Mike couldn't help but watch as Micky simulated a blow job on his own finger, and when Micky was finished, he wasted no time in ramming that finger into Mike's ass.

"Fuck!" Mike cried out in surprise.

Micky smirked wickedly. "Do you like that?" He asked.

Mike didn't say anything, and Micky could feel how tight and tense the Texan was. Micky was gentle with his finger, circling it slowly inside his partner before curling it until he found his target. Mike's body jolted when Micky's finger brushed against that sweet spot inside of him, and Mike's head pushed back into the pillow.

"You like that, don't you?" Micky asked, slowly moving his finger in and out. "You like how that feels."

Mike was breathing heavily, and while Micky could see his partner was desperately trying to keep his cool, he could also see that Mike was failing miserably.

"Why don't you say it?" Micky asked, sliding another finger inside. "Why don't you tell me how it feels?"

Mike bit his lip, desperate to keep his focus. It wasn't in Mike's nature to crack, and Micky knew he still had a challenge ahead of him.

"I know how good it feels," Micky continued. "Because I know how good your fingers feel inside of me. And how good your dick feels inside of me. And I know I can make you feel that good, too."

"Micky." Mike choked.

Micky pulled both of his fingers out of Mike, and he wasn't sure whether the Texan looked relieved or disappointed - Micky figured it was probably a bit of both. Micky's own erection was getting rather painful and desperate for attention, but his desire to push Mike to breaking point was a good enough distraction.

Micky planted kisses on Mike's stomach before dragging his tongue up Mike's warm flesh. Micky drew a line with his tongue starting from Mike's stomach, along his chest and up his to his neck. Micky sucked Mike's neck hard, moving down and sucking on his collar bone hard enough to leave a mark. Mike's legs were still hooked over Micky's shoulders, and when the Texan tried to remove them, Micky held them firmly in place - Mike was now practically folded in half.

Micky started to grind himself against Mike, pressing their erections together and causing Mike to moan quietly in satisfaction, relieved to finally have some friction down below. Micky started kissing Mike's chest again, taking one of Mike's nipples in his mouth and nipping it between his teeth. Mike tugged at his handcuffs again, trying to lift his hips to cause more friction between the couple's bodies.

Micky sat back, admiring the man underneath him, flushed and sweaty.

"You're torturing yourself too, you know." Mike finally said, his voice breathless.

"Oh, don't you worry about me." Micky replied, nonchalant. "I can go on like this for hours. And if I do get frustrated, I can just do this,"

Micky reached down between their bodies and took hold of his own erection, stroking himself to relieve a little tension.

"You see," Micky continued. "My hands are free, so I can do whatever I want to myself, and whatever I want to you."

Mike cleared his throat. "I'm surprised you ain't bored already." He said, trying to appear calm. "You always get bored easily."

"I don't think I could ever get bored of seeing you and having you like this." Micky smirked.

Mike closed his eyes, sighing deeply. Micky admired his partner's strength and pride - there was no way Mike was going to make this easy for Micky, but there was also no way Micky was going to cave just yet, either.

Micky kissed back down Mike's body until his head arrived at Mike's groin once more. Without warning, Micky buried his face between Mike's butt-cheeks and pushed his tongue into Mike's already prepared entrance.

Mike let out another small groan of pleasure as Micky's tongue penetrated him, licking him from the inside out. Micky's tongue worked fast - relentless, even - causing Mike to tug at his handcuffs as Micky's warm tongue at his sensitive entrance almost became too much.

"Ugh..." Mike moaned, squirming beneath Micky. Mike's legs squeezed around Micky's neck, giving the curly-haired man a renewed rush of excitement as he buried his face further between Mike's cheeks, pushing his tongue inside as far as it could go.

"Micky, please..." Mike gasped breathlessly, the words falling from his mouth.

Micky immediately lifted his head, looking up at his frustrated partner from between his legs. "Please what?" Micky asked.

Mike closed his eyes. "Come on, Micky..." He said, pulling at his handcuffs aggressively. "Get me out of these things."

"Why would I do that?" Micky asked.

"You've had your fun." Mike looked seriously flustered.

"Oh honey, I haven't even started." Micky grinned.

"This ain't funny anymore." Mike said as he tried to remove his legs from Micky's shoulders - but Micky held on to them, keeping them firmly in place.

"You know, this could all be over if you just say the word..." Micky said with satisfaction. "If you want me to suck you, or fuck you, all you have to do is ask."

Mike closed his eyes, taking a long, slow breath.

"Beg me for it." Micky ordered, his words dripping with filth. "I wanna hear you beg."

"Mick... come on, babe." Mike groaned.

"If you want it, say it." Micky stated firmly.

Mike bit his lip.

"I know you want it." Micky pushed, looking down at Mike's cock. "Your dick is desperate to be sucked, and your ass is desperate to be fucked. You can't deny it. You can't pretend you don't want it. I know you do. I know you want it bad. And you don't just want it, you need it. And If I carry on talking like this, you'll probably blow anyway. But if you say the words then we can make this a lot more fun for both of us."

Mike continued to take slow, steady breaths, using everything in his power not to unravel. "If you know what I want, why won't you just do it?" He asked.

"Because I want you to fucking say it." Micky spat, shocked by how demanding he was being - he got a kick out of it, and Micky could've swore he saw a flicker of something in Mike's eyes that said the Texan liked it, too.

"No." Mike hit back. Something in the Texan had changed - he was challenging Micky, or more to the point, he was getting Micky to challenge him.

"Say it." Micky said again, and this time he emphasised his words by slapping his hand against Mike's outer thigh. "Tell me what you want."

Mike bit his lip harder.

"You want me to fuck you the way you fuck me sometimes," Micky said, staring directly into Mike's eyes. He took hold of Mike's cock and squeezed it hard in his hand. "You fuck me hard and fast and you make me scream and come and beg for more. And I will beg you and beg you because I want it so fucking bad. And I know you want this too. I know you fucking want me. I can see it in your eyes. And you can have me - all of me - my mouth and my cock. All you have to do is fucking say it."

Mike's eyes turned completely - his whole face changed. Mike almost looked satisfied - impressed, perhaps - as he stared up at Micky. Micky's own chest was heaving now, and a real rush of excitement bubbled inside of him.

"I want to suck your dick." Mike said. "Let me suck your dick."

Micky's eyes widened - that wasn't what he was expecting at all. Mike's eyes had grown dark, and he looked at Micky with lust instead of reluctance. Micky was slightly annoyed that Mike hadn't caved in the exact way he'd hoped Mike would cave, but at the same time Micky was pretty impressed with the Texan's tactic - he was clearly even harder to unravel than Micky had realised.

Micky shoved Mike's legs off of his shoulders and crashed his lips against his partners, kissing him fiercely. Mike responded with equal force, pushing his tongue into Micky's mouth. Their mouths and tongues battled with each other, and Micky knew that if Mike's hands weren't bound, Mike's arms would be wrapped around his neck.

Micky broke the kiss, leaving both men breathless. Micky was overcome with lust, and he stared into Mike's eyes that were filled with fire.

"You want to suck my dick, huh?" Micky asked breathlessly, enjoying the cock-sure character he'd taken on. He knew his next question could be a risk, but it was one he was willing to take. "When did you get to be such a slut?"

"You spend most of our relationship on your knees, so I guess I learned from the master." Mike hit back, the fire in his eyes burning even brighter.

A devilish grin overcame Micky's face. "Well played." He thought.

Micky loved playing with Mike, but the fact that Mike was now playing along with him only made it even more enjoyable for Micky. Mike was a tough nut to crack, and Micky got a real kick out of that. Micky wondered how hard he could push, and how much Mike would take.

Micky positioned himself so his erection was right in front of Mike's face. Micky took hold of Mike's hair, pulling his head off the pillow. "Suck." Micky ordered.

Mike glanced up at Micky for a moment before sucking Micky's hard-on deep into his mouth. Micky gripped Mike's hair harder, his head falling back as Mike's mouth and lips started to work his length. Micky had half wondered if Mike would deliberately do a bad job, or maybe even bite him or something in revenge, but Mike was giving a first class blow job and there was no doubt about that.

Micky started to thrust carefully into Mike's mouth - hard enough for it to feel good, but not hard enough to choke his partner or make Mike gag. Micky started moaning loudly as he realised just how much his dick had needed attention; he'd been so focussed on winding Mike up that he'd almost been able to ignore just how desperately he needed attention, too. But Mike was doing a grand job and Micky's moans of pleasure started to get louder and louder, and knowing the affect his noises would have on his tied-up Texan partner spurred Micky on even more.

"Oh yeahhh." Micky groaned. "That's it. Suck it. Just like that."

Micky managed to look down and he could hardly believe the sight underneath him. Mike, the man who was usually in a hundred percent control, literally had no control at all. His hands were bound in cuffs above his head, and his face was filled with Micky's raging hard on. Micky never in a million years could've genuinely imagined Mike being like this, and he felt an incredible sense of power. This suddenly became more than just a sex game; Micky knew the level of trust Mike must've felt for him in order to let Micky do what he was doing, and that made Micky feel a wonderful sense of pride.

Mike sucked Micky with gusto, bobbing his head fast and swirling his tongue around Micky almost hungrily. It was too easy for Micky to get caught up in the incredible sensation Mike was causing him, but after a minute or so Micky realised if this carried on much longer then it would be over for good, and Micky wasn't quite ready for that yet.

Micky still had a tight grip on Mike's thick, dark hair, and with a little reluctance - but still a bit of force - Micky pulled Mike's head back so his cock slid out of the Texan's mouth.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Micky asked breathlessly, his voice still dripping in the filth from before. "You like how my dick tastes."

Mike didn't respond, or at least not with words, anyway. Instead the Texan stared up at his curly-haired partner with dark, lust filled eyes. Micky run his thumb across Mike's lips, ridding him of saliva and a little pre-come that had gathered at the side of his mouth while he'd been sucking Micky off.

Mike licked his lips, but his front was slipping - those lust filled eyes were also filled with desperation.

"You want me to return the favour, don't you?" Micky asked, narrowing his eyes.

Mike nodded his head breathlessly. "Yes." He replied.

Micky smirked, sliding back down Mike's body and taking up his position between the Texan's long legs. Once again Micky pushed Mike's knees back so his buttocks were in full view. Micky took hold of Mike's shaft lazily before dipping his head, and then he begun licking Mike's cock like it was a Popsicle.

Micky knew how torturous this was, and that was exactly why he did it. Micky lightly, gently, lazily and slowly licked the sides of Mike's cock, and the Texan started to writhe beneath him, desperate for more. Mike groaned, although it wasn't a groan of pleasure - Mike was frustrated. Micky was teasing his partner, trying to push Mike to absolute breaking point. Micky made a point of breathing heavy so his hot breath hit Mike's raging hard-on, reminding Mike of what was so close yet so far away - Micky's mouth. Micky's tongue wasn't enough, and the way Mike was beginning to squirm told Micky he was doing a pretty good job of pushing Mike to the very edge.

"Micky..." Mike groaned, attempting to buck his hips. He tugged at his handcuffs again, frustrated, angry, teased - he needed a release, and he needed it bad.

Micky decided to up his game even further by pushing his finger back inside of Mike, causing the Texan to shudder and groan in response. Micky continued his lazy licking of Mike's erection, but this time he matched it with his long finger gently brushing against that glorious spot deep within his partner.

Mike was now writhing beneath Micky, and the curly-haired man almost felt a little guilty for the torture he was making Mike endure. Micky knew it would be worth it in the end though, and he wanted to see just how much Mike could stand before he begged Micky to stop.

When Micky lightly dragged his tongue over the head of Mike's penis, that seemed to finally make Mike crack.

"Micky, please." Mike gasped, his back arching. "Please."

Micky lifted his head. "Please what?"

"Fuck me." Mike choked, his face flushed and a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. "Please, just fuck me."

The desperation in Mike's voice was almost enough to make Micky blow; just hearing those words leave his partner's mouth in such a desperate fashion totally blew Micky's mind - never before had he seen Mike in such a vulnerable, sexual state.

Micky wasted no time grabbing the lube that was waiting on the nightstand next to the bed. He quickly squirted some into his hand and coated his erection before positioning himself between Mike's legs, pressing the head of his cock against Mike's eager entrance.

"You want this?" Micky questioned.

"Yes." Mike replied, clearly having lost all his patience for games. "Just fucking do it."

Micky grinned wickedly, surprised at how he was managing to keep his own composure. Micky slid inside Mike slowly, gently, and Mike closed his eyes and groaned in response. Micky hadn't quite finished his games though, and he made a point of moving painfully slow inside the Texan.

"Fuck." Mike moaned, squeezing his legs around Micky.

Micky bit his lip, throwing his head back - he was using every piece of strength he had not to cave and fuck Mike as hard as he knew Mike wanted - and needed - to be fucked.

"Micky," Mike gasped, fighting against his cuffs once more. "Please..."

"Please what?" Micky asked breathlessly, sweat now building on his own body - the heat in the room was almost stifling.

Micky made sure his movements remained slow, and he wasn't even fully sheathed in the Texan. Micky's slow thrusts were shallow, and although he wanted to plunge deep into his partner, he needed Mike to say it first.

"What do you want, Michael?" Micky questioned, chewing the inside of his lip.

"Fuck me!" Mike raised his voice, gripping hold of the chain that bound the two handcuffs together and pulling on it aggressively. "Fuck me, Micky. Fuck me hard. Just- just fucking do it, you fucking bitch."

Micky paused - never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined Mike begging him like that, and it turned him on even more than he realised possible. Micky slammed his lips against Mike's, pushing the Texan's knees back even further so he was practically folded in half again. And then Micky started to give Mike exactly what he needed, rocking his hips back and forward, burying himself deep inside his partner and hitting that spot again and again.

Micky broke the kiss so the two of them could moan loudly in unison. Mike's eyes closed and his mouth hung open, and Micky watched the man underneath him as if he was watching the greatest show on earth.

"Please touch- touch me." Mike gasped.

Micky obliged, reaching down and taking hold of Mike's painful erection. This time Micky gave it his expert attention, and he gripped Mike hard and pumped him fast and in time with his own movements. Mike moaned louder than Micky could recall him moaning before, and yet again the Texan fought against his bounds.

"I fucking love you." Micky groaned, thrusting harder and deeper and running his thumb over the sensitive head of Mike's penis.

When Micky hit the spot inside Mike again, that was all it took to tip Mike over the edge, and the Texan blew his load all over his own stomach, moaning loudly and arching his back as he did so. Micky looked down in between them as jet after jet of come erupted from Mike's cock, and the look on Mike's face as he came was almost enough to bring Micky to his own orgasm, too. Mike's body tightened around Micky, and feeling his partner's body shudder and jolt as he came sent Micky to heaven and back. A few more thrusts and Micky was spent too, and he threw his head back, calling Mike's name as he came deep within the Texan.

Micky pulled out almost instantly, and before Mike had a chance to catch his breath, Micky took Mike's softening and still sensitive cock into his mouth. Micky sucked Mike deep, swirling his tongue around him and working the head, taking in the last of Mike's juices. Micky sucked Mike until he was totally soft, and when Micky lifted his head he looked up at his exhausted partner from under lust-filled and loving eyes.

Micky started to plant open-mouthed kisses up Mike's stomach, licking up the come that had coated his lover's flesh as he did so. Micky run his lips and tongue over Mike's sweaty, soft skin, cleaning him up as he went along, eating Mike's load as if it was melted chocolate.

When Micky was satisfied his partner was clean, he worked those lips up Mike's chest until he reached the Texan's face. Mike stared at Micky, his eyes tired and loving. He looked satisfied and exhausted, and Micky smiled at him with a twinkle in his eye.

"Holy shit." Mike choked out, his words getting stuck in his throat.

Micky leaned down, pressing his lips to Mike's in a gentle kiss. When they parted, Micky admired the man beneath him one last time.

"Do you want to be freed now?" Micky questioned.

Mike nodded his head - he looked as if he didn't even have enough energy to speak. Micky kissed the tip of Mike's nose before grabbing the key from the nightstand; if Micky wasn't so exhausted himself, he'd have liked to play with Mike further and pretend he'd lost the key. Instead though, Micky unlocked each of Mike's handcuffs, freeing him at long last.

Mike instantly rubbed his wrists, and Micky noticed that although the black fur that covered the cuffs had stopped them from doing Mike any significant damage, Mike's wrists were still red from where he'd fought against them so much.

"Now you're free, what's the one thing you want to do?" Micky asked, still straddling the slightly older man.

Micky felt a little nervous - the good kind of nerves - half wondering if Mike was going to do something to 'punish' him for what had just taken place. Micky assumed Mike would flip them both over, or perhaps spank him. Micky watched his partner and wondered what he would do next.

All Mike did do though, was place both of his hands on either side of Micky's face. Mike looked up at Micky with such an intense gaze that Micky felt himself blush. Mike's hands felt Micky's skin, his long fingers moving up into Micky's hair. Micky thought it was as if Mike was taking him in and touching him for the very first time; Mike's hands were gentle on Micky's face, his fingers moving to Micky's ears and up into his hair again before sliding down the sides of Micky's neck. Micky shivered, and he felt like he was being put under some sort of spell.

"The worst thing about all of that," Mike begun, finally getting his breath back enough to speak. "Was not being able to touch you."

Micky didn't understand how he could go from feeling like a dominant, slutty sex-prince to feeling like a giggly teenage girl. But Micky found himself smiling sweetly, beaming down at the man underneath him with such a gentle love.

Mike lifted his head, pulling Micky into a sweet kiss. When Mike rested his head on the pillow again, he looked at Micky with a cheeky glint in his eye. "I can't believe you just did that to me. I didn't know you had it in ya." He said with a little laugh.

"I didn't either." Micky giggled almost sheepishly.

"Who knew my sweet boy could be so... dominant." Mike said, shaking his head in disbelief.

Micky bit his lip. "Did you like it..?" He asked a little nervously.

"Do fish swim?" Mike asked. "That was definitely out of my comfort zone, you got that right... but yeah. Yeah, I think I did like it. I think I did like it... a lot."

Micky laid himself down on top of Mike, allowing the Texan to wrap his arms around him. "I had fun." Micky giggled. "I told you you'd like it."

"I can't believe how mean you were." Mike laughed. "And how strong... damn, baby, I had no idea you could be so composed. I think I underestimated you."

Micky lifted his head. "Well you didn't make it easy for me. You're such a tough nut to crack. I thought I was going to have to leave you high and dry."

Mike gave Micky a knowing look. "You wouldn't have done that to me, would ya? You couldn't really have left me in that state without getting me off?" He asked.

Micky shrugged playfully. "Who knows?" He asked. "At least now you know not to cross me again. I clearly have more willpower than you think."

"You got that right." Mike laughed. "I love you, boy."

"I love you too." Micky grinned. "But uh, next time...maybe you could use those handcuffs on me instead?"

Mike smirked. "I think I can allow that." He said.