Before we start WARNING THERE IS SEX AND BDSM IN HERE! Don't like don't read!
"Gallagher? You really wanna change your last name?" Mickey asked as he wrapped his arm around Ian's waist.
Ian kissed the top of Mickey's head and inhaled sharply, smelling his familiar scent, "Yes. I'm totally fuckin' sure." Ian played with the ring on Mickey's third "U" tattooed finger, the ring that he had bought his husband for their wedding day. "I wanna match you and Yevy. It's important."
"So, what are we gonna do to do to switch it, Milkovich?" Mickey said looking Ian in the eyes with a smirk.
Ian smiled and threw his arms around Mickey's neck, "Really?!"
"Of course, Milkovich. Why wouldn't I agree? It even sounds normal calling you a Milkovich." Mickey said as he brushed his lips against the red heads sensitive neck. "But just get ready for all the cracks at the name such as Milkobitch and Milk-ya-tits."
Ian smiled as Mickey got more aggressive on his neck, "I would go by those nasty nicknames if I could just share your last name."
"I know, we can get the paperwork soon."
Ian smiled and pulled Mickey's face to his and pressed their lips together, "I love you, Mickey Milkovich."
"I love you, Ian Milkovich." Mickey said in between the intense kisses.
They got up off the couch and Ian pulled Mickey towards the bedroom, "You're gonna suck me off."
"Since when?"
"Since you agreed a while ago that if I would come back to you, I would get blow jobs whenever I pleased. This was after Svetlana kicked me out of the house the first time."
Mickey chuckled, "Ah. You remember."
Ian nodded as he lightly kicked open their bedroom door, and gestured for Mickey to enter, "I want you naked. I'll be ready in a minute." He then went into the bathroom off their bedroom and went to wash up as Mickey stripped off his clothes and put them in a pile.
He laid on top of the covers and then waited knowing that this was Ian's game with him. It was a game that he loved. He loved the torture of not knowing what was next.
It was only roughly ten minutes until Ian emerged of from the bathroom in his army pants (that had been cut into booty shorts), his ROTC boots, and his ROTC cap. It was a fun game that they played together, the sergeant and the rogue cadet: the rogue cadet was, of course, Mickey.
Mickey bit his lower lip as Ian looked at him like he was ready to punish him, "A pile, Milkovich?" Ian over enunciated the last syllable of Milkovich to seem like he was angry. "What color?"
"Green. Fuckin' greener than fucking green." Mickey breathed in hard as he noticed that he had become erect, "Yes, a pile, Sergeant." He said the word 'Sergeant' with a certain snarky tone that Ian did not particularly care for.
"You have a fuckin' attitude problem, huh?" Ian said as he pulled a set of handcuffs out of his pocket.
"I don't."
Ian came over to the side of the bed, "Color?" He asked as he swung the handcuffs around on his fingers.
"Green."
Ian cuffed him to the bed within a matter of moments, "That'll get you to stay put." He then asked in his normal tone, "Is that comfortable?" he kicked off his boots.
"It's wonderful. Perfect."
Ian grabbed a rather large plug from their box of toys and lubed it up, "You need to learn to respect authority, especially my authority. You're my bitch, correct? Repeat it."
Mickey rolled his eyes, "I'm your bitch, Sir."
Ian raised his hand and then raised his eyebrow questioning whether he could slap Mickey or not Mickey gave a nod and Ian's hand collided with his cheek, "Attitude. Fix it, Milkovich." He showed Mickey the plug and Mickey's eyes widened.
"Color?"
"Green." Mickey squealed in ecstasy.
Ian shoved up Mickey's rear as Mickey yelped, "FUCK! OH! YES!"
Mickey had been fully erect for quite some time and this situation was only furthering his sexual pleasure as Ian lightly teased his fingers around his sensitive skin.
"Maybe this will teach you how to behave." Ian suggested as he slid up to press his penis against his partners and to press his lips against his partners adam's apple.
"No."
"No? Well. I don't think that that is the right answer." Ian said as he reached into his bedside table drawer and grabbed something and held it out so Mickey could see. "I'm gonna turn it on. It vibrates."
"Oh fuck." Mickey said as his eyes widened.
"Color?" Ian asked as he sat on Mickey's chest his fingers teasing Mickey's nipples.
Mickey groaned, "Green. Fuckin' green. Totally green." Ian didn't wait a second, he pressed the button and Mickey almost lunged in ecstasy, "Fuck! Ian! Fuck! Fuck!"
It took only a few minutes until they were both spraying loads onto Mickey's body, and after a few more moments Ian slipped everything out of Mickey's body and unlocked him from the bed, leaving Mickey to lie there for a second to catch his breath and then returning to give him some good support, "I love you, Mick."
"I love you too, Ian." Mickey said as he used a kleenex to clean his chest off. "Fuck. I'm gonna have to clean your jizz out of my hair." He laughed as he tossed the kleenex in the garbage can.
Ian smiled and threw his arm around his husbands shoulder, "I'm sorry my aim for facials isn't wonderful."
Mickey pressed a kiss to the top of his husband's head, "It's okay. I'm not angry."
"I know, Milkovich." Ian said with a chuckle.
