An exercise in trust: Mick and Len, probably nsfw

[hottestrogue]

Mick sits on Len's bed, his head in his hands. The smell of smoke and burning books still clung to his clothes. He had been helping that woman burn the books in the library, not because he cared for the books or her in anyway but because of the call of the fire. It could have gone bad. Really bad. They were on a spaceship, but once he had seen that flame it had been too late.

This was getting out of hand, he felt like he couldn't help it. He isn't sure how to put it into words, but for once in his life, Mick is scared. The timemasters had turned that need for chaos and the desire to watch the world burn in to a weapon they could point at people. With the legends it was less a weapon and more a controlled fire. Here on the Barge he doesn't have either of those two.

He licks his lips when he hears Len's footsteps and glances up at his partner. "Len..."

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[chillestrogue]

He laughs, and doesn't let himself be kissed, preferring to keep Mick on his toes.

"I thought you were the hot one." He chides, hand brushing down Mick's chest to tweak one of his nipples.

[hottestrogue]

"Yeah I am...ah.." He grins and then hisses as Len tweaks his nipple. He stays up there though, not moving away from the pain. "But like this? All smug and in control. Yeah it's a good look for you, Master. But you're wearing too much."

[chillestrogue]

"I like what I'm wearing just fine. Told you - this was a see, don't touch lesson." He replied, leaning back so he can twist both nipples at the same time, gentle at first, watching Mick's face.

[hottestrogue]

Mick groans at that, still grinning. He arches as best he can into the touch, getting a bit of a kick out of this powerdynamic because he knows he can trust Len. As the pinches get tighter his eyes closes and Len can probably easily feel his stomach muscles tighten.

"Len... Fuck... Master, sorry. More."

[chillestrogue]

He smiles, liking this version of Mick, this hypersensitive grizzly bear of a man who he can crack as well as any safe. He leans down to bite at Mick's neck, still twisting with his hand.

"More?" Len taunts, just a little. "Sure you can handle it?"

[hottestrogue]

Mick hisses at the bite, but he turns his head and offers his neck. As the hands twist further he draws in a sharp breath, the sensations starting to leak in to that territory where they go from painfilled pleasure to just pure pain. But he likes it there, on the edge of what is safe and sane and comfortable. He always has, that is why he turned to fire after all.

He bites his lips together, trying to breathe trough the pain, but Len's words shake him out of it and he tries to meet his Master's eyes.

"Think you can break me that easily?" He smirks as he offers the challenge.

[chillestrogue]

He's starting to feel as though he's pushing Mick too far. Len backs off, letting go of the other's chest while reaching behind him to cup his ass.

"I'm not looking to break you." He replied, squeezing. "If I wanted to do that, you'd know."

[hottestrogue]

Mick looks up at him at that and licks his lips. "I know, Master." He misses the touch to his chest almost immediately but he forgets all about that when he feels Len's hand on his ass. He presses against it. Being unable to touch Len he is even more aware of Len's hands on him.

"Fuck that feels good."

[chillestrogue]

He kneads Mick's ass now with both hands, pushing his partner into him, but ducking out of the way if Mick tries for anything himself.

"Top or bottom tonight?"

[hottestrogue]

"Fuck. I don't care." He moans and tries to grind up against Len, making an unhappy little growl when Len ducks out of the way. "But it is going to be hard to fuck you properly like this, Master."

[chillestrogue]

"All part of the plan." He returned, grunting as he began to free up his own pants. Sitting up on his knees, Len balanced so that his zipper was at about the height of Mick's head, looking down at him.

"How far can you get with just your teeth?"

[hottestrogue]

Mick groans as Len moves and then gives him a little growl at the challenge. But he is grinning. He does love it when Len gives him challenges, mostly because he likes the approval it earns him. From anyone else he would not care. From Len he does.

So he leans up, spending a few seconds getting a good grip with his teeth and then he works it down. It takes a while and a good few tries, but at least he doesn't give up.

[chillestrogue]

He's patient, almost annoyingly so, watching Mick work with a tilted head and a fixed expression. He smiles when Mick manages to complete the task, setting a hand on the man's head and stroking him in praise.

"Good practice for if we ever get thrown in prison again." Len jokes.

[hottestrogue]

Mick raises and eyebrow and grins. But he can't argue that it wouldn't be hot, or at least the mental image is. He knows that if they actually happened in that situation it would probably feel different. But isn't that what fantasies are for.

He tilts his head up, eyes closing as he enjoys the simple reward of being petted like that and knowing Len enjoys this. Then he licks his lips and moves to nuzzle in closer, hoping that Len wants more than just to tease him

[chillestrogue]

He gives a shiver when Mick comes in closer, letting him near and setting his hand on the back of Mick's head.

"Let me know if you start to get bored. I'll make things interesting." He promised.

[hottestrogue]

Mick nods, but for now he is more than content. He shifts and squirms, pulling at cloth with his teeth so he can get his mouth on Len's cock. He is not going to last too long like this, without his arms for support his core has to do all the work of holding him in place. Soon enough he is breathing harder, trembling a little, but he doesn't stop licking and sucking.

[chillestrogue]

Len gives a low groan when Mick's mouth closes around him, shutting his eyes for a brief second before looking back down at his partner. Mick's breathing alerts him before anything else, and he pulls away, kneeling down so they're at eye level.

"Think I'd better cut you a break, Mick."

[hottestrogue]

Mick lays back down with a bit of a sigh. But when Len meets his eyes he grins. "You think I can't handle you, Master? You know I like a bit of pain." He leans up to steal a kiss, demanding and pushy to see what Len does with that.

[chillestrogue]

Feeling like his authority was being challenged, the slap comes swift and fast; Len smacks Mick, but holds back most of his strength from it.

"Do you?" He mocked.

[hottestrogue]

Mick hisses in response to the slap, but then slowly grins, he does back off though. "There we go, kitten has claws after all." He looks Len over, grinning like he likes what he sees.

[chillestrogue]

"What about me screams kitten to you?" Remarked the 45-year-old, who began to work his hands down to Mick's thighs and groin, caressing him.

[hottestrogue]

Mick smirks. Yeah, he couldn't exactly argue. "You're more like a grumpy old tom I guess." He moans at the touch and presses into it. "But calling you kitten ruffles your feathers."

[chillestrogue]

"Feathers? You're mixing your metaphors." He says, before lowering his head, opening his mouth and taking Mick inside it.

[hottestrogue]

Mick moans loudly and bucks his hips a little before he forces himself to stay still. "Oh fuck, Len... Master. Fuck that feels good." He grips the sheets as best he can, trying not to buck again.

[chillestrogue]

He grinned - after nearly thirty years together, on and off, he should know by now what made his partner twitch - and continued to suck, his nails digging scratches into Mick's thighs as he worked.