#the moment when 'i've made people cry from ecstasy' and 'play what cool?' clash together

[ardent-fox]

WIP Wednesday ✨️✍️

Got tagged by my beloved @metalheadmickey to share a snippet from one of my WIPs. I initially started writing this along with a bunch of other Kinktober fics I have yet to finish, which I hope to complete in the next couple of weeks, and all of them are yet to go through some rigorous editing. Until then, enjoy my first ever smut snippet I've posted here, in which Mickey tries to stifle his emotional reaction during some intense sex, but Ian's having none of that 🖤

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"If you want us to ride this til the end, I'm gonna need you to work with me," he says softly, brushing his nose against Mickey's hair, inhaling some of his scent in the process. "Think you can do that?"

Mickey closes his eyes, sighing as he feels the resistance drain from his body. Slowly but surely, he reaches the conclusion that Ian is right, him going against himself and Ian isn't getting them anywhere. At this point, he recognizes there are only two options for him to choose from: he can either embrace what is happening and keep enjoying one of the best fucks he's ever had, or they can stop completely and try to decipher the reason behind his reaction in their own time. There's no denying it either way, and only one of these options ends with the orgasm he's aching for. His hair tickles Ian's shoulder as he nods, choosing the former.

"Alright," Ian replies, nuzzling into him. "We handle this together like everything else, okay? You trust me?" His lips find Mickey's jawline again, bringing those perfect kisses along with them, and Mickey chews his lip at the feelings bubbling inside him. Nose flaring, he nods once more.

Ian's mouth breaks away from him, still remaining close. "Need words, unless you want us to change positions," he informs him in his full voice, still soft, yet determined. "Can't see your face, y'know."

Mickey swallows hard, unsure if he can find the ability to speak at all. "Yeah," it comes out low, but it's there.

"Yes, what, baby?" Ian purrs, bending down and pressing a slow, deep kiss into the crook of Mickey's neck. It pulls an involuntary moan out of him, his cock twitching in response. Fuck, his husband is going to be the death of him.

"Yes, I trust you," Mickey adds, voice strained. "I'll... cooperate or whatever."

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Tagging @arrowflier, @squidyyy23, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @thisdivorce, @bravemikhailo, @takeyourpillsbitchh, @teatimeallovertown, @sisitrip if you have something you'd like to share ✨️