When they finally parted after what seemed like both an eternity and not long enough, there was no concealing the joy Ian was practically radiating-literally radiating if you were Mickey. Except Mickey wasn't exactly focused on the joy; he was caught in a daze that often comes with finding solace and mutual attraction in one's soulmate. He licked his lips and as he slowly came back to reality he reveled in the happiness he felt from Ian, finding comfort in the fact that he felt the same way.
Ian smiled down at him, his hands still lightly holding Mickey's neck. "Uh, wow." He said in a voice barely above a whisper, feeling as if he shouldn't speak any louder for fear of ruining the moment.
"Yeah," Mickey agreed. A smirk played at his lips and he moved his hips against Ian's. "So, uh, did you come here just to do that or," he paused to press harder, "was there something you wanted to say?"
Ian bit his lip, holding back a groan, "Nah, I think I wanna do this."
Mickey nodded. He had never been more pleased with seven words in his life. He rose up to kiss Ian again and found it was even better the second time around. He also found that kissing your soulmate was definitely not as overrated as he had thought it to be. He pulled Ian closer, wanting, needing to have more of him. He needed all of him and more. And sensing every one of Ian's emotions only made it better. He felt the content relaxing and excitement building; as it doubled his own it only made the kiss more intense.
Ian moved his leg between Mickey's and they were gone. The small noises that spilled from Mickey's lips into Ian's mouth were driving him wild and from what he could tell Mickey was definitely enjoying the pressure. He ground harder and harder on Ian's leg as the tension built and he tugged at Ian's jacket roughly. When it was gone he started to explore as much of Ian's torso as he could with his shirt still on and finding that he was not satisfied with just that. The shirt was torn off as well.
Ian chuckled softly at his enthusiasm and used the opportunity of them being apart to yank at Mickey's shirt. "I'm going. I'm going." Mickey huffed before practically throwing himself at Ian forcing him back farther into the living room. They stumbled around the coffee table and trash that littered the floor, no doubt a result of Terry's drunken tirades. Ian smiled as Mickey pushed him back onto the couch, following closely as he climbed into Ian's lap.
"I didn't realise you were gonna be so aggressive." Ian mumbled causing Mickey to pull away briefly and raise a condescending eyebrow. He then dove back to place several pretty impressive hickies across Ian's collar bone. "Yeah, yeah..." Ian replied, sucking in a sharp breath when Mickey bit at his pulse point. Ian ran his hands across Mickey's back and into his hair, tugging at it when he bit too hard or he thought the mark would be too bright. He groaned as Mickey nipped his ear lobe and then pulled it into his mouth. He was finding all of Ian's places and he was totally not complaining. Ian squeezed at Mickey's ass lightly as Mickey sucked just behind his ear abandoning it only to whisper, "Just how far you want to take this?"
He sat back from where he'd been teasing Ian with only the lightest movement against his crotch to look at him. "I-" Ian paused and took a breath as he tried to recover from the state Mickey had worked him into, but before he could answer Mickey spoke.
"Because I'm willing to go all the way... that is if you want to."
Ian held his gaze for a moment then just replied, "Hell yeah."
Mickey nodded and things were back on in full swing. And this time when Mickey came back to kiss him Ian took control. He kissed back deeply and held Mickey's hips as he rolled his own up into them, once again pulling those sweet groans from the smaller boy. He smirked and moved his hands to wrap around Mickey's back as he rolled him to lie on the couch-Ian on top of him.
"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, uh?" Mickey growled while Ian's only reply was his hands on Mickey's belt and his teeth scraping the older boy's jaw. When Ian finally undid his and Mickey's pants, he could see the bruises slowly beginning to form on Mickey's chest and he was loving it.
Ian stood to give Mickey more room to completely remove his pants and to do the same. Now, it wasn't that Mickey had expected Ian to be small. He had thought-not that he had really thought about it, but if he had-quite the contrary. But he had never imagined that Ian would be quite this big. "Oh, yeah..." Mickey whispers before he can stop himself, instantly regretting it upon seeing the surprised and happy smirk that crosses Ian's face. "Shut up." Mickey glared back halfheartedly.
Ian just laughed, "Lube?" It was Mickey's turn to smirk as he reached under the coffee table and pulled a small bottle from where it was taped. Ian raised an eyebrow, "Handy."
"Don't ask me. It's Mandy's." Mickey shrugged. He reached for Ian's arm, "C'mon, firecrotch, ya gonna keep me waiting all day?"
"Way to go, Lip." Ian mumbled to himself as he let Mickey pull him on top once more. He leaned up to kiss Mickey and took the lube from his hand. He bit the brunet's lip softly before popping the cap off. He spread the lube across a few fingers and slowly reached down, pretty much just now realising what was happening: He was about to fuck, Mickey Milkovich. He pushed his index finger in slowly, careful to find out what Mickey liked and didn't like. Thank, God for the added benefit of sensing his emotions.
Mickey sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly. He'd done this a few times before himself and once or twice with other guys, but it had never felt like this. This was so heady and he could feel everything. It was the best thing he'd ever experienced. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like when they actually had sex.
Ian slid his finger in and out a few times and when he felt Mickey relax more he pushed in a second. Mickey bit his lip and groaned quietly. Ian loved every second of it. He scissored his fingers a few times and eventually added a third, and goddamn he was glad he did. Mickey's back arched ever-so-slightly and he was rewarded with a loud, throaty moan.
"Fuck." Ian whispered and moved up to kiss him, inadvertently hitting that sweet spot inside of the smaller boy that brought stars to burst behind his eyelids. Inside Ian cheered and he continued to rub at that spot, twisting his fingers just so to make Mickey cry out and clutch his shoulders. Ian continued with this for a little longer relishing Mickey's incoherence and the way he was coming apart beneath him.
Between heavy pants Mickey got out a, "Please." catching Ian off-guard. "I- fuck, oh, do that again. Shit. I need- fuck, Ian. Just fuck me."
Ian smiled inwardly and slowly removed his fingers. Mickey nearly whimpered at the loss, already feeling empty and incomplete. He sighed and took a moment to collect his breath as Ian spread lube over his now aching cock. He leaned up to position himself right above Mickey and align at his hole. "Wait," Mickey said quickly and Ian looked up to him in surprise, "no way you're fuckin' me without a condom, asshole."
"Mick," Mickey didn't say anything, but Ian could tell he liked the nickname as much as Ian had when Mickey called him 'Ian,' "we're soulmates we don't have to worry about that stuff. If you were a girl it'd be different 'cause ya know you could get pregnant, but we're okay... Jesus, where were you during Sex Ed.?"
"Probably getting high under the bleachers, or robbing a grocery store, I don't fucking know. Okay, we're good. Now, you wanna chit-chat or you wanna get on me?" He grinned and got that twinkle in his eye that Ian had always found so intriguing.
"I'm already on you, Mick." He snarked back, just to be that guy.
"Jesus, fuck, Ian, I swear-" Ian never did get to hear the end of that sentence because all words were forgotten when he was finally pushing into him. Ian went slowly for fear of hurting Mickey, but he could tell he wasn't-he could also sense the undercurrent of impatience under the ecstasy.
When he finally made it all the way in Ian knew. There was no way this didn't make sense. Everything and everyone was right where they should be. Mickey held tighter to Ian, even digging his nails into his shoulder blades, for fear of the fact that letting go even a little bit might mean that he would lose Ian. That is something he simply could not stand. Ian being with him and especially being inside him was where they should be. For the first time in their lives, all of the pieces were in place.
Ian barely registered Mickey saying something about move because he couldn't get over how wonderful things looked right at that moment. Mickey had wrapped a leg around his waist and drew him in deeper. Ian hissed and carefully began to move. He still didn't want to lose that picture: Mickey's face screwed up tight in a mixture of pleasure and slow burning, the light hitting his skin to highlight every one of Mickey's beautiful scars and muscles, the way Mickey was breathing so close to him and the way it was all so perfect for no and every reason.
Gradually, Ian picked up the pace of his thrusts. Mickey was surprisingly demanding, giving 'power bottom' a whole new meaning. He made sure Ian knew what he liked and didn't like even though he could already tell through the bond they shared.
It wasn't long before Mickey had both legs wrapped tight around Ian's waist to hold him as he pounded. Mickey clawed and scratched at Ian's back and tugged his hair, but he didn't mind. He loved the way Mickey was moaning and whispering sweet nothings. He could feel everything between them and was only making things more intense for the both of them. The relentless driving into him especially when Ian hit his prostate, combined with the younger boy's own pleasure was nearly enough to send Mickey over the edge.
"I'm almost- almost- Fuck, Ian! Right there! So close." Ian gripped harder with the hand on Mickey's hip and kissed him quickly.
"C'mon, come for me, baby." He murmured quiet into the hard breaths they shared between them.
That was enough to make Mickey lose it. Ian brought his hand from his hip to Mickey's cock keeping him going through the last part of his orgasm, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure. And feeling Mickey so caught up in it all, Ian thrust twice more hard and deep before he was spent.
He leaned his forehead against his soulmate's, savouring the unadulterated bliss. He brushed his lips against Mickey's once more in a chaste kiss and Mickey smiled leisurely. Kissing Ian was like coming home.