Feel me up
Chapter 2: Following the prompt "I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth" for kinktober.
aka Bratty Mickey and the famous red ball gag
Posted on Ao3 (kinktober day 22) if you like feel free to leave a comment 🖤
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"I wouldn't mind role-playing. What if you called me professor?" Ian suggested "You could be my favorite student."
"Watch yourself, Gallagher." Mickey replies with a smile.
"Maybe you should watch it...or your professor will teach you a lesson" Ian teases.
"I guess I could enjoy it, because following rules was never my thing anyways." He slips out of the bed and leaves the room.
Of course Mickey is going to tease him like that and then walk away. Ian just laughed it off.
Mickey actually loves the idea of Ian disciplining him so much that he can't stop thinking about it. He wants ask Ian about it.
Ian is watching some stupid cooking show in the living room, which gives Mickey time to figure out the right way to ask him.
He can't figure out why he's so nervous about it. Their sex life is no where near vanilla and he is usually the one to bring things up first. But the thought of Ian pretending to be punish Mickey...Well, he's losing it a bit.
He walks to the living room ,stopping in front of the couch Ian is sitting on. Not blocking his view of the tv but in his space.
"Hey, red?"
Ian turns his head to look at his husband, smiling. "Yeah, babe?"
"So... you weren't joking right?" He asks, rubbing his eyebrow.
"Joking about what?" Ian seems confused.
"The role-playing thing." Mickey replies, mouth feeling dry all of a sudden.
"Are you feeling naughty? Want me to teach you a lesson?"
"I-... Kinda?" He doesn't know how to explain it to Ian.
Ian can pick up on his uneasiness, "Mick, come sit with me." he tells him.
Mickey sits in Ian's lap. It's nothing new but he knows it's not what Ian meant. He just feels better there.
"What part of it did you like?" Ian asks.
"Don't know" Mickey says.
"Is it about... the teacher part? You used to have a crush on a teacher?" Ian tries, but Mickey really didn't give him a lot to work with.
"No."
“Then why? You trying to get me to punish you?” Ian asks gently.
“I dunno.” Mickey admits with a blush and a small shrug.
“I think you do know, Mick." he teases, but not in mean tone.
“So... Now what?” Mickey feels clueless.
“Well that depends, have you been bad boy?”
"No." He shakes his head.
"So nothing for now. But next time you're being a brat, you get one warning before I teach you a lesson. How does that sound?"
"Yeah, that- That sounds good, Ee. Thanks" And he does feel grateful.
"No problem, baby. Love it when you tell me what you want."
"Yeah?"
"Of course. Love you."
"I love you."
It became a regular thing for them, Mickey being a brat so Ian could take control. Life was good but it was also busy. Having their own space meant they could let their dynamic seep out of the bedroom.
It's not like they were ever shy about sex before, the entire Gallagher gamily tree could attest to that. But the casualness of a light BDSM dynamic on a Saturday morning was a new addition to their routine.
Mickey always had a filthy mouth, it was one of Ian's favorite things, he wasn't trying to change that. Ian also knew it was hard for his husband to stop being a brat, and sometimes he needed his assistance. And the assistance of a gag.
Because if Mickey can't make himself shut up, Ian can.
There was something addictive to see Mickey surrender himself, let go of the resistance and take whatever Ian wants to give him.
When mickey steps out of the shower, Ian is reading a book on their bed. Mickey decides to enter the bedroom naked, hoping to get his partner’s attention.
“Hey Mick,” Ian doesn't lift his gaze from the book he's reading.
"You're really obsessed with that book. Be careful not to nut when you flip a page." Mickey says as he sits down on his side of the bed, still naked, close to his husband, but not touching.
“You need something, baby?” Ian smirks.
"Nothing." Mickey grumbles under his breath.
He lowers himself to lay down on the bed, his cock half hard already. He moves his hand to wrap around himself.
"Want help with that?" Ian says without lifting his eyes from his book.
"Why don't you jerk off that book, huh?" he snarks.
Ian is finally looking at him, "Well, I thought I could jerk you off…"
"Don't need your help."
Ian rolls his eyes with a chuckle.
"Okay, baby."
Ian's gaze stays on Mickey's hand that is stroking his dick. Mickey is trying to get himself off, but something doesn't feel right. Not with Ian observing him like that.
Two minutes late he realizes something has to change.
He huffs and elbows Ian lightly, signaling he's admitting defeat.
Ian puts his book down and turns to face his partner fully, "Hands off." Mickey follows and crosses his arms on his chest with a huff.
Always a drama queen.
Ian spoke to him softly, "Spread your legs for me, baby." He places a hand on his husband’s soft thigh.
"You better be fucking kidd-" Ian slaps his thigh, quick and harsh, a warning.
”Spread your legs.”
“What happened to jerking me off?” Mickey questions.
”Well, that was before your bratty attitude pissed me off.” Mickey pouts but Ian can tell it’s a trap. Ian moves himself to sit between Mickey thighs.
"Be a good boy." Ian says while looking in his eyes.
Mickey looks away and doesn't move. “Fuck off.” He says but with no bite to his tone.
"I see... This is how you want this to go?" He doesn't wait for an answer and reaches for Mickey's ankles, roughly yanking them further apart, smirking when Mickey lets out a surprised breath.
"Are you going to stay quiet or do I have to gag you?"
“Thought you loved hearing me moan?”
Mickey isn’t willing to let go yet. No problem.
"Yes, Mickey. But not bitch and moan." Ian bites.
"Fuck you, bitch." Mickey bites back.
"I'm going to gag you now. Okay?" Even though he formulates this as a question, his tone made it clear this was a statement.
This isn't the first time Mickey is gagged, but Ian is always cautious, so he waits to hear Mickey's verbal consent.
"Do what you got to do, tough guy." Mickey knows if he says 'no', Ian wouldn't. But he isn't ready to play nice just yet.
Ian leans forward, hovering above Mickey's shoulder, “Let me take control, let me take care of you” Ian whispered, his hot breath on Mickey’s ear.
He lets out a little gasp when Ian pinches his nipple before getting up. Ian let out a small laugh, moving away from Mickey.
Ian pulled a red rubber ball gag from their sex toy drawer. Ian climbed over his partner, straddling just above Mickey’s hips, all his clothes still on. He brings the gag closer to Mickey, "Is this okay, honey? Want one last kiss?" Mickey rolls his eyes.
Fine.
"Open." Mickey's lips stay shut.
Ian grabs his jaw "Don't make me wait or I'll make you beg for it."
Mickey's eyebrows scrunch up, "How the fuck can I beg with a ball in-" and Ian shoves the gag in his mouth.
Ian smirked, “Lift up your head a little.”
As he buckles the strap behind his lover's head, he asks, "Too tight?"
Mickey shakes his head and spreads his legs a bit further apart. A small offering of good will.
As Ian removed his hands, Mickey let his head fall back again. Suddenly he feels lighter, like it was easier to breathe, even though there was a gag blocking his mouth.
"Fuck, baby, you look so beautiful like this." Ian let his hands wander over Mickey’s naked body. Mickey's blue eyes staring at his husband's as a small drip of saliva ran down his lip.
Ian’s hand run up his naked thigh and push his legs apart, he reaches for the lube on their bedside table and slicks his fingers. Pushing one in easily, "You prepped in the shower for me? Maybe you're being good after all, yeah?", Pushing a second one to be sure.
He notices Mickey's cock twitching in anticipation, smiles as he watched the head of Mickey’s cock leak with pre-cum.
Mickey makes a grunting noise around the gag.
"What? You have something to say?" Ian teases, "Probably want to make a snarky comment, huh?" That only makes Mickey grunt again.
Ian hums, grabbing onto Mickey's ass to spread his cheeks wide. “Still can't believe this ass is mine forever.”
Mickey whines, trying to thrust his hips to urge the redhead to get on with it.
“Cute.” Ian said, placing both hands hard on Mickey's hips to push him down. “You want me to fuck you so bad, huh?"
Mickey pants around the gag, his eyes try to communicate with Ian. The sight of Mickey moaning and dripping saliva around the ball gag is driving him crazy. Ian undresses quickly and grabs the lube again and pours a generous amount on his cock.
"Legs up." he says, helping Mickey to rest his ankles on his shoulders.
“Ready for me, love?” Ian asks, caressing Mickey’s cheek.
Mickey's eyes roll and he nods. He gasps as Ian pushes into his hole.
“Fuck, fuck,” he hears Ian moaning roughly as he moves his hips slowly, making deep thrusts.
“God, you feel good” Ian smirks, keeping a slow pace, just to frustrate his partner.
Mickey mumbles something incoherent against the gag.
“You look so fucking good, love” he continues to praise, like a chant, “just fucking taking it, fuck!”
His movement become faster, he is ready to give Mickey what he needs.
Mickey is screaming around the gag, his whole body pulsing with pleasure.
Mickey moans as loud as he can around the gag, making sure Ian heard every little noise.
"I think I like you better with a gag in your mouth"
Ian groans, moving one hand to Mickey's leaking cock. "I know you're close, but I didn't say you can cum yet."
Mickey's mouth is making pathetic whiny sounds from behind the gag, "Actually, you know what? I take that back. I prefer hearing you beg."
Mickey nods his head frantically, he is ready to beg, ready to be good.
With a skillful one hand, Ian reaches to the back of his lover's head, unbuckles the gag and throws it away from him.
“Holy fucking shit,” Mickey says as soon as the gag is gone.
"Come on, let me hear you, Mick." Ian pants, he too is getting closer to his orgasm.
"Please! I need to cum! Please Ian I- I'm good. I've been good."
"Don't lie, baby" Ian hear him whimpering under him.
"Please! I promise ,I'm gonna- please-" He feels so close to the edge.
"Fucking hell, babe.” Ian is in awe of his lover, he can't refuse him any longer, "Cum for me."
Ian keeps fucking him through his orgasm, and into his own. Mickey is so sensitive and the overstimulation makes his eyes tear up.
Ian takes a few deep breaths before slipping out of Mickey to collapse on the bed next to him.
He turns to look at Mickey, “You did so good Mick. Is your jaw okay?" he asks and moves to pepper kisses all over his jaw.
“Mmhm, 'm okay.”
He kissed his lips softly, "Missed those lips." Mickey hums into the kiss in agreement.
"Beautiful." Ian praised "Getting sleepy?" he asks when he notices Mickey's eyes fighting to stay open.
"A little." Mickey whispers with a shy smile and closed eyes.
Ian smiles, seeing Mickey so euphoric like this, makes his heart warm.
“Love you Mickey” Ian whispers and Mickey just rolls closer to him.
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