You are perfect to me - Ray/Mikey
Title: You are perfect to me.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Ray/Mikey
Rating NC-17
Summary: “You’re too skinny...” Ray states as he pulls his mouth off of his boyfriend’s dick and Mikey looks at him as though he’s got two heads or something. He’s got both hands on each of Mikey’s thighs and he squeezes to prove his point, pinching at the pale milky skin before Mikey starts to kick him away.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Mikey needs a little more meat on his thighs, I feel! Also, My Spanish etc is very rusty, so all dishes mentioned in the fic are off from shitty memory/google. Sorry if they are wrong!
Warnings: Language, sex.
“You’re too skinny...” Ray states as he pulls his mouth off of his boyfriend’s dick and Mikey looks at him as though he’s got two heads or something. He’s got both hands on each of Mikey’s thighs and he squeezes to prove his point, pinching at the pale milky skin before Mikey starts to kick him away.
“Talk about a buzz kill!” Mikey groans as he rolls out from under Ray’s embrace and quickly pulls at their bed sheets to cover himself.
Ray kneels back on the bed and pouts at Mikey. “No, you’re gorgeous. I just meant-”
“I thought you liked my skinny legs?” Mikey furrows his brow and keeps a firm grip on the sheets. Ray sighs and crawls over to his boyfriend and pulls at the covers and with a few tugs Mikey gives in and lets Ray slip under the covers with him. He lowers himself before sliding his arms around Mikey’s torso and pulls him close.
“I love every last inch of you...” Ray starts as he presses a small kiss to his boyfriends nose, to which Mikey scrunches his face up a little. “But you are looking just a little, well...” Ray moves a hand round to start stroking at Mikey’s back before continuing. “Skinny? I think it’s just where we’ve been on tour baby, you know?” Ray tries to add but Mikey’s already trying to turn away in his arms. Thankfully for Ray though, he’s a little stronger and holds his lover in a firm grip. Mikey whines a little before realising his attempts were futile.
“Baby, tour takes a lot out of us, you know that.” Ray reasons and Mikey nods.
“I guess I’ve felt a little weak?” Mikey mumbles and Ray kisses the top of his head, blonde hair falling over his eyes.
“Hey, it’s nothing my awesome cooking can’t sort out, right?” Ray grins and Mikey laughs a little before leaning up to kiss Ray’s full lips, still a little red from his previous blow job.
“I am a little hungry now...” Mikey grins and pushes a hand under the sheets until it’s resting between Ray’s thighs where he can feel his boyfriend’s erection in his cotton boxers. Ray licks his lips and groans, still smiling.
-
They’re a few days in to their two weeks off when Mikey wakes up to the smell of something delicious coming from their kitchen. He shifts a little in the bed and notices that Ray’s not beside him. He sighs and pushes the sheets from his body before running a hand through his messy hair and moving from the bed and heading towards the kitchen. When he gets there he’s met with Ray stood at their cooker, making something that looks a lot like an omelette. It looks good though and as he wraps his arms around Ray’s thick torso he sighs and rubs his face against his back.
“I was going to bring it up to you...” Ray speaks quietly as he flips what’s in the pan and turns around to face Mikey. He leans down and traps Mikey’s lips in his own, using them to open his mouth and to slip his tongue out. He strokes the roof of his Mikey’s mouth softly and hears him sigh, wrapping his arms around his back as he uses one hand to lift his boyfriend’s shirt a little, stroking the small of his back in gentle circles.
As Mikey pulls back Ray still continues to stroke. “You hungry?” He asks and Mikey nods.
“Mm, looks good. What is it?” He questions as he settles in to Ray’s embrace, letting his head fall against his chest and he feels Ray rest his chin against the top of his head.
“Tortilla de Huevos.” Ray mumbles against his hair and Mikey shivers, just a little because no matter how many times his boyfriend speaks in another language, it never gets old and it’s still as sexy as the first time he heard Ray speak Spanish.
“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds amazing.” Mikey states and he feels Ray laugh, his torso shaking a little. Mikey sighs again and presses his face in to Ray’s chest, absolutely loving the feeling of his toned chest and slightly pudgy stomach beneath his face and hands.
Ray kisses Mikey’s head once more before loosening his arms around him and turning back around to flip the food in the pan. “It’s Puerto Rican, something my Mom taught me.”
Mikey kisses at Ray’s shoulder blade and hums. “Is it ready?”
Ray laughs but nods. “Yeah, pass me a dish please?”
Mikey walks across the kitchen and pulls out a large dish and hands it to Ray who smiles at him.
“Go sit down, I’ll bring it over.”
Mikey nods and pulls a chair from the table, waiting patiently as his stomach grumbles in protest. Ray brings the food over a minute later and Mikey takes his fork and tucks in, finishing the entire plate in about a minute. Once he’s finished he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and grins.
“That was gorgeous!” He beams and Ray grins over to him.
“Really? You liked it?” Ray asks as he shoves a fork full of egg in to his mouth.
Mikey rolls his eyes. “Of course! Why haven’t you made me this before?” He asks and scowls at his boyfriend who’s laughing.
Ray shrugs. “I don’t know?”
Mikey points his finger across to Ray. “Well, you’re going to be making me it a lot more now!”
Ray grins and nods. “Promise!”
-
They spend the rest of the morning on the couch watching re-runs of Lost because Ray has missed most of them being on tour. Mikey’s not too hot on the programme, but he’s happy to be spending time at home, on their own couch so any programme is good enough for him. It’s around midday that Ray announces that he’s going to make lunch.
“You sure? I could make something.” Mikey offers as he flicks through the channels in order to find something else to watch.
Ray shakes his head. “No, I want to cook for you again...” He smiles sweetly and Mikey turns to give him a suspicious look.
“Ray Toro, if I didn’t know you any better...” He puts the remote down and points at his boyfriend. “I’d think you were trying to fatten me up.”
Ray fakes a hurt expression but laughs before exiting the living room and heading towards the kitchen.
“You’re going to ruin my beautiful figure!” Mikey calls out but he knows Ray is only trying to help. Besides, he’s an amazing cook and Mikey is starting to get a little peckish.
Mikey busies himself with finding something half decent to watch on the TV because damn, he’s forgotten how much crap there is on daytime schedules but before he can even settle on a channel Ray’s calling him in to the kitchen.
“Ready already? ” Mikey asks and giggles at his choice of words. Ray only rolls his eyes and passes him a large bowl of what looks like pasta.
“Ensalada de Macarones.” Ray announces and Mikey tries not to shiver again because fuck, Ray really needs to stop talking to him like that.
“Macaroni?” Mikey asks and Ray scoffs.
“Yeah, something like that.” He laughs and rolls his eyes before picking up his fork and tucking in.
It’s only somewhat ten minutes later when Mikey pushes his empty bowl away from his placemat and announces that he’s done.
“That was fuckin’ insane, Toro!” Mikey states with a grin and stares over to Ray’s bowl which still has some pasta left. Ray looks from his bowl towards Mikey and sighs before pushing it over towards his boyfriend, who grins and tucks in again.
“I’m keeping you!” Mikey spits between mouthfuls of pasta. Ray laughs and moves to start on the dishes.
-
They fill the rest of their day with missed episodes of some programme on sharks that Mikey loves to watch when not on tour and as six o clock approaches, Mikey’s stomach starts to rumble again. It’s strange, having his stomach fall back in to routine of wanting food at normal hours and not ass o clock at night at rest stops.
“Hungry baby?” Ray asks as he strokes Mikey’s stomach. He hums and Ray smiles over to him before leaning in a placing a kiss against his nose.
“Yeah, want me to make dinner?” Mikey asks but Ray kisses his lips softly and shakes his head.
“No, I have something I want to make.” Ray admits with a sheepish look across his face as he runs a hand through his curly hair. Mikey looks at him suspicious.
“Okay?”
“I’ll go make a start.” Ray talks as he hoists himself up from his comfortable position on the couch and wanders in to the kitchen. Mikey only stares down at his thighs and he’s pretty sure he’s going to need to buy new jeans for the next leg of the tour.
When Mikey walks in to the kitchen half an hour later Ray’s set the table. There’s a candle between their place mats and a bottle of wine already open, two glasses of red poured in to their fancy flutes. Ray smiles over to his boyfriend when he sits down at the table for the third time that day before bringing a large plate of food over.
“Carne Guisada...” Ray announces as he sets the plate down in front of Mikey and fuck, if he wasn’t so hungry he’s pretty sure he would love to bend Ray over their kitchen table and fuck him until he’s screaming in Spanish.
“Thank you, baby.” Mikey whispers and leans up to kiss Ray.
“No problem, now eat up. It’s stew.” Ray beams and Mikey complies, shovelling spoonfuls of the meaty dish in to his mouth.
-
They’re now a week in to their break and Mikey’s sure he feels heavier. Ray’s been feeding him with a different traditional Puerto Rican dish every day without fail, breakfast lunch and dinner. Mikey’s grateful though because Ray is an amazing cook and he doesn’t get treated to it often on tour. It’s late on a Sunday night when Mikey is pulling his pants off ready for bed that Ray notices it.
“Baby...your legs!” Ray grins from where he’s already lay in bed and Mikey stops, looking down at himself with a confused look on his face.
“What?” He asks, a little self conscious as to why Ray’s staring at him. Of course, it’s a regular occurrence because Ray loves to stare at his boyfriend but this is different.
“Your legs are bigger.” Ray’s still grinning and Mikey’s still looking down at his milky thighs.
“That’s a good thing?” Mikey states obviously confused but Ray nods and signals for Mikey to come over to him. He sighs and walks across to the bed and as he feels his knees hit the side, he pulls his underwear down.
Ray groans as Mikey slowly pulls the last piece of material from his body which leaves everything on display, right in front of his boyfriend. Ray licks his lips and pushes the covers back to extend his arms and grabs at Mikey’s hips, pulling him on to the bed and on top of him. Mikey lets out a grunt as he falls on top of his boyfriend but as he sits up and straddles Ray’s hips, legs either side he’s comfortable.
“Fuck, look at you.” Ray breathes out and Mikey does, he looks down at himself. His thighs wide, completely naked and dick starting to swell. “Scoot up, come closer.” Ray demands and Mikey complies, moving up towards Ray’s face. When he gets there, his boyfriend pulls him that little bit closer by the hips and Mikey moans because he can already feel Ray’s breath on his half hard dick.
Ray doesn’t waste any time though, and Mikey’s leaning forward holding on to the headboard when Ray strains his neck to close his full lips around Mikey, flicking his wide tongue against the slit before sinking his mouth down his length.
“Fuck, Ray fuck.” Mikey gasps out as he looks down, head dipping between his outstretched arms to stare down at Ray, sucking his dick in to his mouth and bringing a hand up to hold the base, squeezing gently.
Ray’s other hand is already on Mikey’s thigh, where he’s scraping blunt nails down the skin and squeezing, any skin that he get as he hollows his cheeks and loosens the back of his throat that little extra, the head of Mikey’s dick hitting for a few seconds before Ray draws back, pulling his mouth off of his boyfriend with a loud, sloppy noise.
Mikey groans and stares down at his boyfriend but before he has the chance to moan he’s back on Mikey’s dick, mouthing at the head again, all sloppy wet heat and fuck, Mikey’s going to come soon. Ray is still squeezing at Mikey’s now full thighs, kneading the flesh between his fingers and moaning around his boyfriend’s dick as he does so.
“Fuck, yeah. Ray, please baby...” Mikey’s throwing his head back now and shouting his praises, trying so hard not to thrust his hips forward and start fucking Ray’s mouth.
Ray moans around his mouthful again though, taking his hand off of the base of Mikey’s dick to bring both hands to his hips. He pulls him forward this time, relaxing his throat again and allowing Mikey to fuck his face, pulling his boyfriend’s hips forward for him.
“R-r-ray, fuck fuck, fuck!” Mikey’s stuttering now and he moves his head to stare down again, and that’s all he needs to see; Ray’s mouth, his full lips stretching around his dick and eyelashes fluttering as he stares up at Mikey. That’s all he needs and he’s coming, hard and thick down his boyfriend’s throat. As he comes, Mikey tries to pull his hips back but Ray holds his hips firm in place, sucking him right through his orgasm and taking everything he has to offer.
Once Ray does pull off though, Mikey’s leaning back on his knees and panting. “Jesus, Ray.” Mikey’s grinning though, moving a hand to run through his blonde fringe, damp with sweat.
Ray licks his lips and moves his hands down from Mikey’s hips and to his thighs. “It’s your thighs baby, they look gorgeous when you’ve got a little meat on you.”
Mikey’s cheeks stain a little red as Ray compliments him and even though he’s practically just fucked his boyfriend’s face, it still gives him butterflies when Ray compliments him on his appearance.
“Thank you.” Mikey mumbles before leaning down to kiss at Ray’s lips. “It’s your awesome cooking though, you’re going to have to make some on tour.”
Ray laughs and nods. “Yeah, we’ll get some food in and I’ll get up super early each day to make you some.” He smiles and Mikey kisses at his lips again.
“You’re so perfect.” He mumbles against his lips and Ray hums.
“Not as perfect as you.” Ray speaks back and Mikey leans down to press their lips together again.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Ray/Mikey
Rating NC-17
Summary: “You’re too skinny...” Ray states as he pulls his mouth off of his boyfriend’s dick and Mikey looks at him as though he’s got two heads or something. He’s got both hands on each of Mikey’s thighs and he squeezes to prove his point, pinching at the pale milky skin before Mikey starts to kick him away.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Mikey needs a little more meat on his thighs, I feel! Also, My Spanish etc is very rusty, so all dishes mentioned in the fic are off from shitty memory/google. Sorry if they are wrong!
Warnings: Language, sex.
“You’re too skinny...” Ray states as he pulls his mouth off of his boyfriend’s dick and Mikey looks at him as though he’s got two heads or something. He’s got both hands on each of Mikey’s thighs and he squeezes to prove his point, pinching at the pale milky skin before Mikey starts to kick him away.
“Talk about a buzz kill!” Mikey groans as he rolls out from under Ray’s embrace and quickly pulls at their bed sheets to cover himself.
Ray kneels back on the bed and pouts at Mikey. “No, you’re gorgeous. I just meant-”
“I thought you liked my skinny legs?” Mikey furrows his brow and keeps a firm grip on the sheets. Ray sighs and crawls over to his boyfriend and pulls at the covers and with a few tugs Mikey gives in and lets Ray slip under the covers with him. He lowers himself before sliding his arms around Mikey’s torso and pulls him close.
“I love every last inch of you...” Ray starts as he presses a small kiss to his boyfriends nose, to which Mikey scrunches his face up a little. “But you are looking just a little, well...” Ray moves a hand round to start stroking at Mikey’s back before continuing. “Skinny? I think it’s just where we’ve been on tour baby, you know?” Ray tries to add but Mikey’s already trying to turn away in his arms. Thankfully for Ray though, he’s a little stronger and holds his lover in a firm grip. Mikey whines a little before realising his attempts were futile.
“Baby, tour takes a lot out of us, you know that.” Ray reasons and Mikey nods.
“I guess I’ve felt a little weak?” Mikey mumbles and Ray kisses the top of his head, blonde hair falling over his eyes.
“Hey, it’s nothing my awesome cooking can’t sort out, right?” Ray grins and Mikey laughs a little before leaning up to kiss Ray’s full lips, still a little red from his previous blow job.
“I am a little hungry now...” Mikey grins and pushes a hand under the sheets until it’s resting between Ray’s thighs where he can feel his boyfriend’s erection in his cotton boxers. Ray licks his lips and groans, still smiling.
-
They’re a few days in to their two weeks off when Mikey wakes up to the smell of something delicious coming from their kitchen. He shifts a little in the bed and notices that Ray’s not beside him. He sighs and pushes the sheets from his body before running a hand through his messy hair and moving from the bed and heading towards the kitchen. When he gets there he’s met with Ray stood at their cooker, making something that looks a lot like an omelette. It looks good though and as he wraps his arms around Ray’s thick torso he sighs and rubs his face against his back.
“I was going to bring it up to you...” Ray speaks quietly as he flips what’s in the pan and turns around to face Mikey. He leans down and traps Mikey’s lips in his own, using them to open his mouth and to slip his tongue out. He strokes the roof of his Mikey’s mouth softly and hears him sigh, wrapping his arms around his back as he uses one hand to lift his boyfriend’s shirt a little, stroking the small of his back in gentle circles.
As Mikey pulls back Ray still continues to stroke. “You hungry?” He asks and Mikey nods.
“Mm, looks good. What is it?” He questions as he settles in to Ray’s embrace, letting his head fall against his chest and he feels Ray rest his chin against the top of his head.
“Tortilla de Huevos.” Ray mumbles against his hair and Mikey shivers, just a little because no matter how many times his boyfriend speaks in another language, it never gets old and it’s still as sexy as the first time he heard Ray speak Spanish.
“I don’t know what that is, but it sounds amazing.” Mikey states and he feels Ray laugh, his torso shaking a little. Mikey sighs again and presses his face in to Ray’s chest, absolutely loving the feeling of his toned chest and slightly pudgy stomach beneath his face and hands.
Ray kisses Mikey’s head once more before loosening his arms around him and turning back around to flip the food in the pan. “It’s Puerto Rican, something my Mom taught me.”
Mikey kisses at Ray’s shoulder blade and hums. “Is it ready?”
Ray laughs but nods. “Yeah, pass me a dish please?”
Mikey walks across the kitchen and pulls out a large dish and hands it to Ray who smiles at him.
“Go sit down, I’ll bring it over.”
Mikey nods and pulls a chair from the table, waiting patiently as his stomach grumbles in protest. Ray brings the food over a minute later and Mikey takes his fork and tucks in, finishing the entire plate in about a minute. Once he’s finished he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand and grins.
“That was gorgeous!” He beams and Ray grins over to him.
“Really? You liked it?” Ray asks as he shoves a fork full of egg in to his mouth.
Mikey rolls his eyes. “Of course! Why haven’t you made me this before?” He asks and scowls at his boyfriend who’s laughing.
Ray shrugs. “I don’t know?”
Mikey points his finger across to Ray. “Well, you’re going to be making me it a lot more now!”
Ray grins and nods. “Promise!”
-
They spend the rest of the morning on the couch watching re-runs of Lost because Ray has missed most of them being on tour. Mikey’s not too hot on the programme, but he’s happy to be spending time at home, on their own couch so any programme is good enough for him. It’s around midday that Ray announces that he’s going to make lunch.
“You sure? I could make something.” Mikey offers as he flicks through the channels in order to find something else to watch.
Ray shakes his head. “No, I want to cook for you again...” He smiles sweetly and Mikey turns to give him a suspicious look.
“Ray Toro, if I didn’t know you any better...” He puts the remote down and points at his boyfriend. “I’d think you were trying to fatten me up.”
Ray fakes a hurt expression but laughs before exiting the living room and heading towards the kitchen.
“You’re going to ruin my beautiful figure!” Mikey calls out but he knows Ray is only trying to help. Besides, he’s an amazing cook and Mikey is starting to get a little peckish.
Mikey busies himself with finding something half decent to watch on the TV because damn, he’s forgotten how much crap there is on daytime schedules but before he can even settle on a channel Ray’s calling him in to the kitchen.
“Ready already? ” Mikey asks and giggles at his choice of words. Ray only rolls his eyes and passes him a large bowl of what looks like pasta.
“Ensalada de Macarones.” Ray announces and Mikey tries not to shiver again because fuck, Ray really needs to stop talking to him like that.
“Macaroni?” Mikey asks and Ray scoffs.
“Yeah, something like that.” He laughs and rolls his eyes before picking up his fork and tucking in.
It’s only somewhat ten minutes later when Mikey pushes his empty bowl away from his placemat and announces that he’s done.
“That was fuckin’ insane, Toro!” Mikey states with a grin and stares over to Ray’s bowl which still has some pasta left. Ray looks from his bowl towards Mikey and sighs before pushing it over towards his boyfriend, who grins and tucks in again.
“I’m keeping you!” Mikey spits between mouthfuls of pasta. Ray laughs and moves to start on the dishes.
-
They fill the rest of their day with missed episodes of some programme on sharks that Mikey loves to watch when not on tour and as six o clock approaches, Mikey’s stomach starts to rumble again. It’s strange, having his stomach fall back in to routine of wanting food at normal hours and not ass o clock at night at rest stops.
“Hungry baby?” Ray asks as he strokes Mikey’s stomach. He hums and Ray smiles over to him before leaning in a placing a kiss against his nose.
“Yeah, want me to make dinner?” Mikey asks but Ray kisses his lips softly and shakes his head.
“No, I have something I want to make.” Ray admits with a sheepish look across his face as he runs a hand through his curly hair. Mikey looks at him suspicious.
“Okay?”
“I’ll go make a start.” Ray talks as he hoists himself up from his comfortable position on the couch and wanders in to the kitchen. Mikey only stares down at his thighs and he’s pretty sure he’s going to need to buy new jeans for the next leg of the tour.
When Mikey walks in to the kitchen half an hour later Ray’s set the table. There’s a candle between their place mats and a bottle of wine already open, two glasses of red poured in to their fancy flutes. Ray smiles over to his boyfriend when he sits down at the table for the third time that day before bringing a large plate of food over.
“Carne Guisada...” Ray announces as he sets the plate down in front of Mikey and fuck, if he wasn’t so hungry he’s pretty sure he would love to bend Ray over their kitchen table and fuck him until he’s screaming in Spanish.
“Thank you, baby.” Mikey whispers and leans up to kiss Ray.
“No problem, now eat up. It’s stew.” Ray beams and Mikey complies, shovelling spoonfuls of the meaty dish in to his mouth.
-
They’re now a week in to their break and Mikey’s sure he feels heavier. Ray’s been feeding him with a different traditional Puerto Rican dish every day without fail, breakfast lunch and dinner. Mikey’s grateful though because Ray is an amazing cook and he doesn’t get treated to it often on tour. It’s late on a Sunday night when Mikey is pulling his pants off ready for bed that Ray notices it.
“Baby...your legs!” Ray grins from where he’s already lay in bed and Mikey stops, looking down at himself with a confused look on his face.
“What?” He asks, a little self conscious as to why Ray’s staring at him. Of course, it’s a regular occurrence because Ray loves to stare at his boyfriend but this is different.
“Your legs are bigger.” Ray’s still grinning and Mikey’s still looking down at his milky thighs.
“That’s a good thing?” Mikey states obviously confused but Ray nods and signals for Mikey to come over to him. He sighs and walks across to the bed and as he feels his knees hit the side, he pulls his underwear down.
Ray groans as Mikey slowly pulls the last piece of material from his body which leaves everything on display, right in front of his boyfriend. Ray licks his lips and pushes the covers back to extend his arms and grabs at Mikey’s hips, pulling him on to the bed and on top of him. Mikey lets out a grunt as he falls on top of his boyfriend but as he sits up and straddles Ray’s hips, legs either side he’s comfortable.
“Fuck, look at you.” Ray breathes out and Mikey does, he looks down at himself. His thighs wide, completely naked and dick starting to swell. “Scoot up, come closer.” Ray demands and Mikey complies, moving up towards Ray’s face. When he gets there, his boyfriend pulls him that little bit closer by the hips and Mikey moans because he can already feel Ray’s breath on his half hard dick.
Ray doesn’t waste any time though, and Mikey’s leaning forward holding on to the headboard when Ray strains his neck to close his full lips around Mikey, flicking his wide tongue against the slit before sinking his mouth down his length.
“Fuck, Ray fuck.” Mikey gasps out as he looks down, head dipping between his outstretched arms to stare down at Ray, sucking his dick in to his mouth and bringing a hand up to hold the base, squeezing gently.
Ray’s other hand is already on Mikey’s thigh, where he’s scraping blunt nails down the skin and squeezing, any skin that he get as he hollows his cheeks and loosens the back of his throat that little extra, the head of Mikey’s dick hitting for a few seconds before Ray draws back, pulling his mouth off of his boyfriend with a loud, sloppy noise.
Mikey groans and stares down at his boyfriend but before he has the chance to moan he’s back on Mikey’s dick, mouthing at the head again, all sloppy wet heat and fuck, Mikey’s going to come soon. Ray is still squeezing at Mikey’s now full thighs, kneading the flesh between his fingers and moaning around his boyfriend’s dick as he does so.
“Fuck, yeah. Ray, please baby...” Mikey’s throwing his head back now and shouting his praises, trying so hard not to thrust his hips forward and start fucking Ray’s mouth.
Ray moans around his mouthful again though, taking his hand off of the base of Mikey’s dick to bring both hands to his hips. He pulls him forward this time, relaxing his throat again and allowing Mikey to fuck his face, pulling his boyfriend’s hips forward for him.
“R-r-ray, fuck fuck, fuck!” Mikey’s stuttering now and he moves his head to stare down again, and that’s all he needs to see; Ray’s mouth, his full lips stretching around his dick and eyelashes fluttering as he stares up at Mikey. That’s all he needs and he’s coming, hard and thick down his boyfriend’s throat. As he comes, Mikey tries to pull his hips back but Ray holds his hips firm in place, sucking him right through his orgasm and taking everything he has to offer.
Once Ray does pull off though, Mikey’s leaning back on his knees and panting. “Jesus, Ray.” Mikey’s grinning though, moving a hand to run through his blonde fringe, damp with sweat.
Ray licks his lips and moves his hands down from Mikey’s hips and to his thighs. “It’s your thighs baby, they look gorgeous when you’ve got a little meat on you.”
Mikey’s cheeks stain a little red as Ray compliments him and even though he’s practically just fucked his boyfriend’s face, it still gives him butterflies when Ray compliments him on his appearance.
“Thank you.” Mikey mumbles before leaning down to kiss at Ray’s lips. “It’s your awesome cooking though, you’re going to have to make some on tour.”
Ray laughs and nods. “Yeah, we’ll get some food in and I’ll get up super early each day to make you some.” He smiles and Mikey kisses at his lips again.
“You’re so perfect.” He mumbles against his lips and Ray hums.
“Not as perfect as you.” Ray speaks back and Mikey leans down to press their lips together again.