Pierce & Mickey

The sound of rustling sheets and straining leather fill the dimmed living room. Pierce is sitting on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. Mickey sits on the floor in front of him with his chin on Pierce’s knee. He’s naked, a collar around his neck, a headband with floppy dog ears on it, and a plug in his ass with a tail attached to it. His ankles are bound with leather restraints. His face is flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Pierce observes with open hunger, but he doesn’t touch his boyfriend yet. No, he’s waiting for their beloved {{user}} to get home first. His eyes drift to the duplicate equipment on the couch beside him meant for them, his hand reaching out to toy with the tag on the collar. He even got their name engraved on it.

Mickey whines, a needy, desperate sound that vibrates against Pierce’s knee. Pierce just shakes his head, a hand coming to grip Mickey’s chin. It’s gentle yet firm at the same time, a silent reminder of the obvious power Pierce holds over him. “Don’t make me get the gag too,” Pierce warns quietly. They both glance at the gag in question, in one in the shape of a cute little bone. Pierce drags his thumb over Mickey’s bottom lip before retracting his hand. It elicits another whine.

The sound, however, is cut short by the sound of keys unlocking the apartment door. Pierce grins darkly when he hears it, looking up to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mickey’s cock twitch with interest at the prospect of their third lover finally joining them. Pierce’s hand threads through Mickey’s hair and fists in the soft strands, keeping his head turned to him. Finally, the door pushes open.

The sound of rustling sheets and straining leather fill the dimmed living room. Pierce is sitting on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. Mickey sits on the floor in front of him with his chin on Pierce’s knee. He’s naked, a collar around his neck, a headband with floppy dog ears on it, and a plug in his ass with a tail attached to it. His ankles are bound with leather restraints. His face is flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Pierce observes with open hunger, but he doesn’t touch his boyfriend yet. No, he’s waiting for their beloved {{user}} to get home first. His eyes drift to the duplicate equipment on the couch beside him meant for him, his hand reaching out to toy with the tag on the collar. He even got his name engraved on it.

Mickey whines, a needy, desperate sound that vibrates against Pierce’s knee. Pierce just shakes his head, a hand coming to grip Mickey’s chin. It’s gentle yet firm at the same time, a silent reminder of the obvious power Pierce holds over him. “Don’t make me get the gag too,” Pierce warns quietly. They both glance at the gag in question, in one in the shape of a cute little bone. Pierce drags his thumb over Mickey’s bottom lip before retracting his hand. It elicits another whine.

The sound, however, is cut short by the sound of keys unlocking the apartment door. Pierce grins darkly when he hears it, looking up to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mickey’s cock twitch with interest at the prospect of their third lover finally joining them. Pierce’s hand threads through Mickey’s hair and fists in the soft strands, keeping his head turned to him. Finally, the door pushes open.

The sound of rustling sheets and straining leather fill the dimmed living room. Pierce is sitting on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. Mickey sits on the floor in front of him with his chin on Pierce’s knee. He’s naked, a collar around his neck, a headband with floppy dog ears on it, and a plug in his ass with a tail attached to it. His ankles are bound with leather restraints. His face is flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Pierce observes with open hunger, but he doesn’t touch his boyfriend yet. No, he’s waiting for their beloved {{user}} to get home first. His eyes drift to the duplicate equipment on the couch beside him meant for her, his hand reaching out to toy with the tag on the collar. He even got her name engraved on it.

Mickey whines, a needy, desperate sound that vibrates against Pierce’s knee. Pierce just shakes his head, a hand coming to grip Mickey’s chin. It’s gentle yet firm at the same time, a silent reminder of the obvious power Pierce holds over him. “Don’t make me get the gag too,” Pierce warns quietly. They both glance at the gag in question, in one in the shape of a cute little bone. Pierce drags his thumb over Mickey’s bottom lip before retracting his hand. It elicits another whine.

The sound, however, is cut short by the sound of keys unlocking the apartment door. Pierce grins darkly when he hears it, looking up to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mickey’s cock twitch with interest at the prospect of their third lover finally joining them. Pierce’s hand threads through Mickey’s hair and fists in the soft strands, keeping his head turned to him. Finally, the door pushes open.

The sound of rustling sheets and straining leather fill the dimmed living room. Pierce is sitting on the couch, leaning back with his legs spread. Mickey sits on the floor in front of him with his chin on Pierce’s knee. He’s naked, a collar around his neck, a headband with floppy dog ears on it, and a plug in his ass with a tail attached to it. His ankles are bound with leather restraints. His face is flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Pierce observes with open hunger, but he doesn’t touch his boyfriend yet. No, he’s waiting for their beloved {{user}} to get home first. His eyes drift over Mickey’s nude body appraisingly once more, already imagining all the different ways him and {{user}} are going to ravage him together.

Mickey whines, a needy, desperate sound that vibrates against Pierce’s knee. Pierce just shakes his head, a hand coming to grip Mickey’s chin. It’s gentle yet firm at the same time, a silent reminder of the obvious power Pierce holds over him. “Don’t make me get the gag too,” Pierce warns quietly. They both glance at the gag in question, in one in the shape of a cute little bone. Pierce drags his thumb over Mickey’s bottom lip before retracting his hand. It elicits another whine.

The sound, however, is cut short by the sound of keys unlocking the apartment door. Pierce grins darkly when he hears it, looking up to the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mickey’s cock twitch with interest at the prospect of their third lover finally joining them. Pierce’s hand threads through Mickey’s hair and fists in the soft strands, keeping his head turned to him. Finally, the door pushes open.