it’a 12 and i need to sleep but i keep thinking about Mick trying to squirm out of Ethan’s hold at night bc it’s too tight and h ejust gives up and mananges to fall asleep in the most uncomfortable tight hold ever
So we did an AU where Mick and Ethan met a year later than they actually did and of course it ended in smut.
"Yeah. Already." Ethan is breathless, mostly, and what he does have left is easily stolen away by Mick. His response is as quick as would be expected, not a moment of hesitation between its inception as thought and his speech.
"Yes." That's clear agreement, and a bit more. "Only if you want." Mick has it made, and some would be jumping to take advantage of Ethan's position right now. Weakness is a good description, honestly. He's been saved, and he's vulnerable, and many would gladly take that offer without feeling guilty about it at all.
So where does Mick stand?
"Alright."
Ethan's in for a bit of shocked. Mick is...nice. Too nice for a man in his position. He's a bit over the top, but he's gentle. Exceot for when he's in bed. There he's controlling, though he used to be sheepish and scared after Azarov violated him.
He starts it slow, a kiss, something to feel Ethan a bit more. It's soft, but affection is there and it feels oddly...
Familiar.
"You want the top?" doesnt hurt to ask. Maybe he'll be more comfortable.
"I haven't in a long time." He replies honestly with a little shrug. "I'll be very, very rusty. But I'd be fine with that. You tell me. What do you want?" He's very accommodating, but this likely is not a surprise. He's become as much, at a minimum, simply to survive day to day dealing with his situation. He's been pushed out of his comfort zone and torn into pieces, and reassembled into someone new.
He doesn't need somebody to fix him or make it right again. He's comfortable as who he is. He needs someone who won't ask questions about it and patronize him. Mick seems like just that. His hands move to rest on the Welshman's sides, his return kiss intimate and very familiar, somehow.
"You."
Well then. That's...not the right answer. So he decides to lead, pushing Ethan back a bit until he's tipped against the bed. He's...a little harder than expected. Is that muscle? Or something else? He doesn't question it. Not when he's in the mood for the first time in a long time.
"Lay down. Get comfortable," he doesn't have a jacket on, and he feels awkward without the layers. Off goes his shirt, though he seems a bit self conscious about the body hair before he waits a moment. And then he dips for another kiss and focuses on his new partner.
The body hair doesn't seem to bother him at all. He strips off Mick's hoodie and his own shirt. He's muscular and his body hair is basically non-existent. That isn't surprising, given his ethnicity. What little wisps there are? Faint. He's well-toned in an odd sort of way that makes him stand out, and makes him instantly attractive. It's impressive, really, and his tattoos are amazing.
But regardless of the differences between them, he seems comfortable- more than, even. He meets the kiss and wraps his hands around Mick's shoulders to encourage him and pull him close. He wants this. He's making it clear.
Mick's going slow, mostly to try and see how Ethan feels. He's nice...Mick appreciates a body like that and he knows how to show it. His head his leaving Ethan's face to travel down, the Welshman exploring every shape here until he stops down at the pant level.
"You want this slow? Fast? Either or?" He's curious, tilting his head at Ethan's crotch like he's trying to imagine what all is there. He's a little excited, and who can blame him?
Ethan is hot.
There's a tug at Ethan's side to encourage his choice, Mick dipping down just to inhale his scent a little more. Usually he's nervous with new partners, this seems...perfect.
Ethan's scars are mostly hidden because of his position, and the one on his hand is hidden by a tattoo. Mick probably noticed them, but he may never say anything. Ethan is ignoring them for now. He's been very promiscuous in the past. Many partners, many short-lived relationships, far more one-night stands. It's just who he is. He's comfortable in his sexuality, and in his body.
"I like it hard. Memorable. Passionate. But whatever you want to give." Does he really? Does he REALLY like it rough? He might, from the right person, but from how smoothly he submits, it's easy to guess there's something left over from the situation he was in. He's vulnerable, but he does seem to really want this from how he's clinging to Mick.
His hips raise and one hand moves to work at getting his sweatpants to begin to slide down.
Mick helps them, waiting to go a bit quick with this, but also he does get the passion. Mick doesn't care about sex much, the intimacy gives him something, but beyond that, it's not much.
Mick slides his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and sweatpants, pulling them both off. Ah, yes, he approves. Mick toys with Ethan for a moment, his hands more or less playing with the organ to see what it does to him. Foreplay is important, he want to be sure Ethan wants this and is ready for it.
“You ready?"
Ethan's cock is average in length, but a little bit wider. It's very nice, to say the least. There are tiny hints at a little trail of hair below the navel down to the spatterings of darker hair at his crotch. It's obvious from how he handles himself that he's very experienced, and unlike Mick, he enjoys this activity very much for the pleasure alone. He's been with one partner for quite a while now, though, and this is very different.
Foreplay gets a good response. He really does want this. It might come across as concerning he's not asking about lube, or it might leave Mick to wonder just what state he's in that this is a problem at all.
"Yeah." He nods, his pulse flying.
"Good. Relax."
Mick brushes his nose against it, clearly pleased with the organ before he looks around, not sure if....ah, there it is. Complementary lube, not the best, but it'll work for now. He's taller than Ethan, and just tall enough to be able to kiss him and prep at the same time.
His kisses trail to Ethan's jaw before he works a massaging finger, incredibly gentle and slow with the rhythm before he can finally slide in. The lubricant might be cold, but Mick isn't letting Ethan make noise about it. Not yet.
A second goes, and then the tries a third, trying to keep him loose enough. The excitement is too much for a moment, and Mick actually leaves a bite on his jaw before he sucks a mark. Everything about this feels so good.
The kisses hypnotize him, and the finger gets a quiet exhale. He's covered in bruises, but they're hidden well by his skin tone. Only now that he has Ethan naked and close beneath him would he realize it. His wrists and ankles are scraped, suggesting restraints for an extended time, and likely far too tight. There's no denying he's been abused, and for quite some time.
A second finger gets hitch in his breathing, and the third gets a muffled whine. He loosens easily, knowing how to push his body to do as such quickly, and also highly turned on. The bite makes his chin incline and his eyes close, the mark one he'll wear happily.
He's ready.
Mick straddles him now, making sure everything is fine. He sees the bruises and he takes it a bit easier, taking his time before he slowly enters. Ethan is warm and that alone has Mick shuddering a bit, so unused to the situation but trying to keep his new partner as comfortable as possible.
"Thank you."
For what? He doesn't elaborate. Mick leans down, hands sliding down to twine his fingers with Ethan's Fingertips brush the scrapes but it's a strange caress that's as soft as the open mouthed kisses Mick leaves on his collar.
And then he makes his first thrust.
He's slow, so worried about hurting Ethan, but that stops once he realizes it's alright and he can find a rhythm. He's back to Ethan's lips now, keeping his body lose so he can shove Mick off at any time.
That moment of pause before the first thrust leaves him breathless. The first little flash of discomfort fades quickly enough, and he's clinging to Mick in anticipation. fingers interwoven, kisses along collarbones, and he lets himself be washed away.
The first thrust gets a hitched gasp. His grip, intertwined in Mick's hands, tightens. He's sore, but not from Mick. He still wants this. He wants this very badly, in fact, and that's obvious by how he shifts and readjusts, welcoming the other to continue and telling him it's okay with a little moan he barely stifles. It sounds like one of pleasure over anything else, although he's become a very good actor.
"Ah...ah...fuck..." His toes curl and he whispers the next few words. "Fuck me."
Mick does exactly that, breathless as he picks up his pace, losing his control for a moment because of how cautious he's being. He lets out a cry against Ethan's mouth, the pressure already building too much too quickly do to how long it's been. He's so terrified he's hurting him, though he doesn't understand why the concern is so bad.
Mick breaks from Ethan's mouth to brush his forehead against the other man's, resting there and shifting with his pace as he slides off to Ethan's neck, burying his head there to focus on pleasing his partner more than anything. That's what's important.
"I'm...Sorry," the words are dragged out, and he's apologizing for slipping so easily. He's vulnerable here with the loss of control, and it terrifies him. But it's for Ethan.
He's the only one who would ever see him like that.
The abrupt roughness makes him cry out sharply, but he's still receptive and clearly loving it. His nails dig into Mick's hands and his eyes squeeze shut. He's hurting worse than he wants to admit, and the pleasure isn't masking all of it. His body language shows he wants this, but he can't hide that the slip did hurt him.
"No- no, I'm sorry. I- ah!" Words cut off by a gasp of pleasure. Oh. That's good. That's nice. He bites his lower lip and raises his hips, rocking against Mick. "I want this. I really do. I'm sorry, I'm just..." Hurt? Sore? Bruised, torn up, aching?
"Please don't stop." He'd feel horrible if Mick did. Not only that, he really does want this. He kisses along Mick's jawline before moving his attention to the other man's neck in soft pecks.
Mick does stop, just a moment.
He takes a minute to breathe, ignoring the need to keep pushing because of the pressure. He heaves before he's finally calm enough to continue, sighing. Ethan's encouragement helps, and he settles a little lower to return the encouragement.
"Okay," he starts again, regaining his control and still under the intense pressure from before. Now it's more, but he's keeping the paces regular and the kisses planty to keep him comfortable. He knows he aches, but now he wants this too.
He wants him.
"Ethan," God, it feels good to say his name. It rolls off Mick's tongue like he's said it over and over before. The pressure builds enough to where he can't hold it much longer, and he just goes to kiss Ethan to silence the noise.
And then he comes It's not as violently as some would like, and it's rather pathetic, but Ethan doesn't know about his injury yet. But it feels good.
It's enough for him. He's been with all types of people. Those who hit orgasm early, those who have porn-star worthy organs, those who are rough, those who make love to even a stranger, those who have kinks to strange they've made him question whether he's anything but a sex toy to them. So nothing Mick does will drive Ethan away from him. He doesn't rank sexual experiences, either, which means Mick shouldn't fear seeming weak next to whoever has been with him before. He's so very rarely submissive that he wouldn't have much to go off of here, anyway.
The thrusts, the kisses, the use of his name. That last one is refreshing, and the kisses, too. When Mick reaches climax, he frees a hand to stimulate himself a bit before he, too, reaches his peak with a low moan of Mick's name. When it's over, he's just left clinging to his partner in silence.
It's quiet.
Mick can hear the cock ticking and it's driving him mad because of the silence accompanying it. He just lays there for a moment, soaked in swat and trying to catch his breath. Eventually, he slides out, weak by the experience but none the less pleased.
He just lays there on Ethan's chest, ready to move if he's shoved aside but he's rather content to just lie there. He sighs, resting just a moment more before he lifts himself up and offers a kiss to Ethan
"Thank you. Sorry for the freak out. I lose control and sometimes it gets the better of me. You okay?"
Mick Rawson: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
