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Mikey’s always been really bad at keeping schedules. He relies on Draken for stuff like that. If left to his own devices, things would only get done (maybe) in between his dozen or so daily naps.
And to be fair, that’s what Draken expects Mikey to be doing when he opens his bedroom door at 6 in the evening. Napping. So naturally, he doesn’t knock beforehand. He never knocks.
He’s taken one whole long-strided step into the room before he is able to fully register the sight. Of Mikey, invincible leader, the strongest, the fearless, commander Mikey, perched on the edge of his bed in front of the full-length mirror. White stockings on his feet, frilly ruffled skirt bunched up high on his thighs, and a sheer lace bralette barely covering his chest. He’s got a pink scrunchy in his hand and he’s struggling to tie up his hair when his eyes move to meet Draken’s in the mirror.
Draken has sense enough to shut and lock the door behind him.
His stomach flutters. This could go a few different ways.
Mikey blushes and presses his legs together, but before he can move to cover himself up any more, Draken climbs behind him on the bed. He gently pries the hair tie out of Mikey’s hand and combs long fingers through his hair, working through the tangles first. Mikey’s never had the patience to take care of his hair so he’s not surprised he’s having trouble with it now. He fixes it up on top of his head in a ponytail.
“You look pretty like that,” Draken tells him, and he means it. If he didn’t already know Mikey, he’s not sure he wouldn’t think he was sitting there with a dainty little girl. Especially with the way Mikey’s blushing and looking down at the floor.
Draken reaches around to feel the material of the bralette. Starts up at Mikey’s shoulder and follows the strap down until his fingers reach the soft lace cups. He moves a little closer behind him, rests his chin on Mikey’s shoulder so he can watch in the mirror. Mikey’s watching too through heavy, hooded eyes. From this close, Draken can smell the sugary flowery perfume he’s wearing.
“Who you getting dolled up for tonight?” he asks, rubbing the pads of his fingers over Mikey’s tiny nipples that pebble under his touch. He presses his nose into Mikey’s neck just so he can smell the perfume a little stronger. It’s a really, really good smell on him.
“No one,” Mikey says breathlessly, leaning back against Draken. “Sometimes I just like to… to dress up.”
Strangely, Draken feels a wash of relief at hearing that. It never crossed his mind before, but the sudden thought that Mikey would put in effort to look cute for someone, would let someone see him so uncharacteristically vulnerable and shy like this… it’s making Draken feel some sort of way.
Mikey meets his eyes in the mirror and blinks slowly, lashes long and dark and shit is he wearing mascara? Draken feels his breath catch a little and tries to play it off as a cough, but the way his stomach swoops when Mikey looks at him like that makes him kind of nervous.
“You meant it when you said I look pretty, Kenchin?”
The deep breath he takes with the intention of calming himself down does nothing to calm him down at all, because all he inhales is Mikey’s scent and it swirls up in his brain like a drug. He presses a soft kiss to Mikey’s neck, anything to get closer, while his fingers continue to rub, and Mikey squirms, knees pressed tight together and brows pinched.
“Kenchin…” Mikey whispers, and he tilts his head to the side so Draken has more places to kiss, more soft skin to taste, just as sugary sweet as he always secretly, privately imagined Mikey would be.
“Of course I meant it. Do you see yourself? You look like a fucking doll. Like a princess.”
Mikey feels so small, pressed flush back against him like this. And he–he needs to get some space between them like right now because all this touching is starting to affect him in a way he’s not sure is okay. And he’d never want to make Mikey feel weird, or uncomfortable, ever. So he tries to scooch his hips away from Mikey’s back just so they’re not touching there anymore. But Mikey makes a small breathy sound that jerks his attention back to the mirror.
Mikey’s hands close over Draken’s and slowly guide them downward, over his flat stomach, over his hips, over the frilly ruffles of his skirt. Draken’s fingers dip underneath and he inhales sharply when he feels the soft, tented cotton panties.
Draken can hear his heartbeat hammering in his ears and feels the same rhythm throbbing between his legs, pressing hard against Mikey’s lower back. He hesitates, nervous, as if touching Mikey there will somehow break the spell they’re under.
But Mikey only wriggles back against him, against his cock, those long pretty eyelashes fluttering closed. And his legs, with their silky white stockings, fall open and damned if Draken’s eyes are not glued to that mirror, to those bulging panties, to that little wet spot where the tip of Mikey’s cock is pressed tight.
He runs his index finger along the length, shuddering at the soft sound Mikey makes, a needy little whine that shoots straight to his dick.
“What do you need, princess?” Draken asks lowly in his ear, and just his words make Mikey arch back against him.
“Need you to–to touch me. Down there. Please, it aches.”
Fuck, he sounds so desperate and it’s making it hard for Draken to focus on anything. He wants to make this good for Mikey, needs to make this good for Mikey. That’s the only thing that matters. Anything else is just a bonus.
So he gently tugs Mikey backwards and lays him down on the bed, and what a fucking picture he is, all stretched out and pretty. Hair spread out on the pillow, skirt rucked up, legs spread open just for him. Draken doesn’t think he’s ever been so turned on by anything in his life.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it feel better.” Draken kisses Mikey’s knee, runs his hands up his slender thighs. He’s so soft everywhere, so gorgeous. And wriggly, and impatient. And making the cutest little frustrated noises, trying to tilt his hips up against some part of Draken, anything for some friction, for some relief.
“Ah ah,” he scolds, pushing Mikey’s hips back down to the bed. “Don’t be a brat. Be good and I’ll reward you, okay?”
Mikey throws his arm over his face, pouting, but Draken sees how his cock pulses, how that wet spot grows a little bigger. Mikey’s toes curl in the blanket at the effort it takes to not demand more.
As soon as Mikey’s settled down, Draken hooks his fingers under the elastic and slides off the panties, peeling them over Mikey’s cock that immediately bobs up and slaps against his belly. And Draken’s seen it before, sure, but never like this. Never so hard or so in focus. Never so close. He feels that nervousness again flutter in his stomach because fuck how is Mikey so beautiful? Objectively, he always knew Mikey was a good looking guy, but wasn’t dumb enough to let himself dwell on the thought. But now? He can’t bring himself to look away from him.
For a terrifying moment, he doesn’t know what to do. The problem is, he’s scared of fucking up. This whole thing feels so unreal, so entirely out of left field that he has a very real fear of somehow ruining this. Of displeasing Mikey. Possibly ruining their friendship forever. Ruining Mikey’s self-esteem. Shit shit.
Mikey squirms a little and peeks up at Draken from under his arm. “I’m being good. What do you want me to do?”
As if he wasn’t just having a full mental panic, Draken kisses the cute, rosy head of Mikey’s cock, and the way Mikey’s eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open in a silent moan shows Draken that everything’s still fine. And fuck, Mikey tastes so good. He can tell Mikey’s been hard for a while just by how worked up he is, and pauses in his kisses to ask,
“How long were you playing with yourself?”
“I don’t–I don’t knowww. Please Kenchin, you feel so good. Touch me, please. I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I?” Mikey’s voice is so whiny, so strained. Just hearing him like this has Draken rubbing himself distractedly, trying to adjust and get a little relief of his own. He can’t remember the last time Mikey begged him for anything, but this? Fuck.
“Yeah, yeah you’ve been very good for me. So good you deserve a reward, don’t you? Tell me what you want, baby. Anything you want.”
Mikey keeps his face hidden and speaks directly into his arm so it’s muffled and hard to hear. Draken sighs and gently peels Mikey’s arms away from his face, pressing them into the bed next to his head. A thrill of excitement shivers through him to see Mikey’s pretty face finally, to see him look so thoroughly wrecked when they’ve barely even done anything. His hair’s already a mess, his face flushed, bottom lip wet and swollen from where he’s been biting on it.
And Draken can’t help himself–he has to kiss him. And Mikey parts his lips for him like a dream, fingers lacing together where Draken’s still got his hands pinned down. Their tongues slide wet and hot and filthy and Mikey’s moaning into his mouth, rubbing up against his leg. Definitely not being good anymore, but fuck if Draken is gonna be the one to stop him. Not now. Now when he’s making the prettiest noises he’s ever heard.
Draken reaches down between them and wraps his hand around Mikey’s cock, kissing him deep and hard while Mikey’s hips snap up to meet his fist. Sweet, precious little ah-ah-ah’s panting into his mouth, tasting like strawberry soda. And Draken could definitely come this way, just from this, right in his fucking pants, but he doesn’t want to yet. He is the picture of self-control when Mikey squeals, whole body arching, fingers clenching tight as his hips stutter and still, and Draken feels come pulsing hot all over his fist, sliding down his knuckles, getting on Mikey’s skirt. Draken hovers over him while it happens, wide-eyed, starstruck, entirely enraptured by the most beautiful thing he’s sure he’s ever seen, or will ever see again.
Mikey shudders, his body relaxing down, bonelessly to the bed. His eyes crack open to look shyly up at Draken through those damn lashes.
They just stare at each other silently for a minute, until Draken whispers, unable to disguise the pure love and adoration in his voice, “You’re so fucking beautiful, Mikey.”
And before Mikey can shove him away, can laugh the whole thing off, can blush and avert his eyes, whatever whatever whatever. Before Mikey can do anything, Draken seals their lips again, and this time Mikey is nothing but soft and pliant and accepting. Wraps slender arms around Draken’s neck and sighs into his mouth.
When he pulls away for a breath, Mikey gives him a look. One of the ones Draken is way too familiar with. Pouty, bratty.
“What?” he asks instinctively, trying to pretend his stomach isn’t sinking into the floor with terror.
Mikey huffs a little. “Well, you said I could have anything I wanted because I was good.”
Draken just stares at him stupidly, his erection that had honestly flagged a little from the potential disaster of Mikey’s unpredictable moods perking back up with renewed interest.
He’s not going to say how rutting against his leg and then finishing in his hand was definitely not Mikey being good, so he just purses his lips a little and nods seriously.
“I did say that. What does my princess want, then?”
Mikey blushes cute at the nickname and Draken feels him squirm a little. He wipes his hand on his skirt and plays with Mikey’s nipples again, gently twisting them with his fingertips while he waits for the answer.
“I wanted–I… I want you to…” Mikey giggles, shakes his head, tries to cover his face again but Draken catches his hands, this time pinning both above Mikey’s head with just one of his hands, the other still busy pinching and teasing his chest.
“Anything you want. But you gotta tell me.”
He feels Mikey starting to get hard again and fuck, could he be any more perfect? Draken kisses his neck, wet, open-mouthed kisses that has Mikey moaning and arching into him again.
“Want you to eat me out and–and andyoucanfuckme.”
For the second time that night, Draken nearly comes in his pants.
He plays it off, though, finds his zen and calms himself down because this is still for Mikey. Just for Mikey.
“That’s what you want?” he whispers right in Mikey’s ear, loving the way Mikey whimpers. “You want me to get you nice and wet and open, fuck you on my tongue til you’re ready to take my cock? Do you think you can take it, baby?”
Mikey nods frantically. “Yeah yeah, yeah. Yeah, that’s what I want, please Kenchin, pleeease!” There’s that pitch again that makes Draken ache to fuck more and more of that sound out of Mikey.
He slides a pillow under Mikey’s hips to prop him up and runs his hands up those stockinged legs. Mikey’s somehow at half-mast again already, his thighs trembling with anticipation, but he’s hiding behind his arms again. Draken supposes he’ll let it slide this time as he leans down onto his elbows and takes a look at Mikey’s pretty pink hole that’s quivering just from the attention.
This is all very new to Draken but he’d do anything to make Mikey happy, so he doesn’t think too hard on it. Starts with a gentle swipe of his tongue. The way Mikey reacts, though, is enough to get rid of any reservations he might have had. He has to grab onto Mikey’s hips to keep him still and pray to god that nobody’s home to hear the noises he’s making.
With Mikey’s pleasure confirmed, he licks there again, and again, and Mikey’s fully hard now and grinding down against his face, and Draken doesn’t even want to try to stop him anymore. He loves that Mikey’s loving it. He does just like he said he would, gets him wet and sloppy, presses his tongue in and fucks him til Mikey’s hands fist in his hair and he’s practically sobbing,
“Need you now, Kenchin, oh my god. Oh my god oh my god, PLEASE! Fuck me nowww.”
Draken pulls back, but Mikey starts crying again because he pulled back. He rubs his thumb soothingly over his hole, watching it flutter and try to suck him in and fuck. He’s nearly at his limit for how much more of this he can take without losing his mind.
He pushes his pants down just enough to free his poor, aching, neglected cock. Strokes himself for a second while fingerfucking Mikey, just to make sure he’s really ready. Definitely doesn’t want this to hurt, but his cock’s pretty big.
“There’s lube uh-under the bed,” Mikey says, voice a little hoarse, a little worn out, but eyes dinner-plate huge after seeing Draken’s cock for the first time. Suddenly not quite so ready to get fucked until lube is in the picture.
Draken finds it and works it over his cock, then smears more on Mikey, pumping and scissoring three fingers in him until he’s sure Mikey will be okay.
He lines himself up, and Mikey’s staring right at him and for the first time that night, Draken feels like he might actually die. He may actually fucking ascend. He pushes forward, watches Mikey’s eyebrows furrow and his cherry-red mouth go slack. There’s still resistance, fuck it’s so tight, such a tight fit for him, but he keeps going til the head pops in. Mikey squeaks like it hurts and Draken kisses him, swallows up all the cries of pain and soothes his hands down Mikey’s sides. Pets his hair. Whispers how beautiful he is, how perfect he is, the best thing in the whole fucking world.
Until the fingertips stop digging into his shoulders. Until the cries are of pleasure instead of pain. Until Mikey is again arching his body up to get closer, to get more, and Draken finally bottoms out inside him, entirely willing to give him everything.
“You’re so biggg,” Mikey whines in that pitch that forces Draken to pause a moment and regather himself.
He pulls out, slides back in and it’s like a fucking dream. It’s perfection. It’s heaven. He’s never felt anything so good. He fucks him slow and easy and is surprised that Mikey doesn’t demand more, but Mikey has stars in his eyes and is staring up at Draken with the same look of awe Draken felt earlier.
When Draken changes his angle and hits Mikey just right inside, that’s when Mikey gets impossibly louder. Draken slaps a hand over his mouth because he’s screaming, eyes rolling back in his head, and he hungrily sucks two of Draken’s fingers into his mouth. Draken presses them deep as he can just to keep him quiet, and now Mikey’s getting more riled up. Now he’s rocking down harder, moaning and drooling and Draken feels himself unraveling, too. As stoic and strong as he is, he’s still no match for Mikey.
He closes his eyes for just a moment, trying to buy just a minute more if he can, but Mikey’s legs are wrapped around him, pulling him in. He leans over Mikey, bracing himself on his hands, and fucks into him hard, sweat dripping down his nose onto Mikey’s face. He watches Mikey’s pink tongue dart out to swipe the sweatdrop that landed on his lip and something so simple and so stupid as that has Draken barreling toward the edge.
Mikey’s only panting now, shrill little gasps, and neither of them can stop staring at each other. Each chasing the end of their pleasure. And this is way too intimate, way too much, fuck it was never supposed to be this much–and Mikey yanks him down by his hair into a kiss right as he’s about to warn him that he’s gonna come, to ask him where he should come, and oh shit–
He slams deep and comes so fucking hard that he sees stars. Presses his forehead to Mikey’s and just tries to breathe, but he’s gasping, whimpering, hips moving in stuttery jerks as he fills Mikey up.
They stay like that for a while, until Draken’s arms are ready to give out. He winces at the small sound of protest Mikey gives when he pulls out, and falls to the side. He feels something sticky on his chest and touches it, and Mikey mumbles a quiet, “Sorry. You–you looked really good at the end and I couldn’t help it.”
Mikey snuggles close and obviously has every intention of going to sleep. It’s the toughest thing he’s ever had to do probably, forcing his exhausted body out of Mikey’s embrace and getting a warm, wet towel to clean him up. A jolt of desire shoots through his gut when he sees his come leaking out of Mikey and he takes his time cleaning it away, secretly loving how swollen and red he made him and the quiet sounds Mikey makes, the soft way he shifts his legs to give Draken easier access. Perfect little angel.
He’d nearly forgotten the whole reason he came to Mikey’s room in the first place. He was supposed to get Mikey to come downstairs so they could have dinner. He looks at the clock and pretends he doesn’t see what time it is now. Maybe they can stick to the schedule a little better tomorrow.