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Ray’s hand caresses the curve of Mikey’s back, his fingertips running back and forth over the pretty arch he’s creating in this position. Mikey’s head is turned to the side, cheek and chest squished against the mattress and his ass in the air. His arms are stretched out in front of him, hands together. His eyes are half open, but rather than watching Ray, he has his eyes trained on the tail plug resting on the bed next to Ray’s knee. Ray notices.
“Aw, baby. Just can’t wait, huh? You wanna be my little bunny that bad?” Ray says with pure devotion and pride in his voice.
“Uh huh,” says Mikey softly, one of his hands coming to tug at his collar. “Already am. I always am.”
Ray smiles, pressing a kiss to Mikey’s lower back. His hand strays closer to Mikey’s hip, closer to his ass. Mikey leans back on his knees, pushing his ass out.
“Presenting so nicely for me, bunny. Look at you. My sweet pet,” says Ray encouragingly. Mikey wriggles a little, shifting his weight from knee to knee. It’s just about the cutest thing imaginable, at least in Ray’s mind.
He leans over, takes the bottle of lube from the nightstand, opens it, drips a generous amount onto his fingers, and then places it back on top of the table. He spreads the lube over his fingers with his thumb, making sure to warm it up before he touches Mikey.
Ray taps Mikey’s leg with his other hand, signaling for him to spread his legs. He responds immediately, moving his knees away from each other. With him like this, Ray has access to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs. He’s mostly hard, which is impressive given the fact that Ray hasn’t touched him yet aside from letting Mikey hump his leg a little.
Ray reaches between MIkey’s legs and wraps his hand around Mikey’s dick. Mikey whines, hips twitching downward, trying to fuck the tight ring that Ray’s hand has created. Ray steadies him, his unoccupied hand holding his hip.
“Don’t, honey. Bunnies don’t fuck things, bunnies get fucked,” says Ray gently, starting to stroke Mikey’s cock. Mikey moans quietly and makes an effort to keep his hips in place, biting his lip.
Ray lets go of Mikey’s dick and trails his hand under his balls and up to his asshole with only a short whine from Mikey at the loss of Ray’s touch where he needs it. He circles two fingers around Mikey’s hole, waiting for Mikey to ease up enough for him to start opening him up.
Ray keeps his fingers moving, just petting the edges of Mikey’s hole. His finger occasionally dips down into the middle, and Ray notices that Mikey’s still really tense, not easing up like he usually would. It’s taking longer than usual for him to relax, so Ray checks in.
“Mikey?” Says Ray
“Sir-,” Mikey says, reaching his hand back towards Ray, palm up. Ray understands, and moves the hand he had on Mikey’s hip to Mikey’s hand, lacing their fingers together.
“What do you need?” Ray asks, leaning closer to Mikey and stroking his hair. Mikey sighs and shrugs as best he can in his current position.
“Can I have options?” Mikey asks after a moment.
“Well, you still wanna take your plug, right?” Ray checks. Mikey nods vigorously, squeezing Ray’s hand. “Okay. I can keep doing this,” Ray says, rubbing his fingers around Mikey’s hole once more. “I can eat you out and see if that helps, or we can take a break for a while and do something else before we do this." Ray's eyes dart from Mikey's hole to his face while he speaks, but he doesn't miss how Mikey's eyes light up when he mentions eating him out. "Or we don't have to do it at all," he adds. "I wouldn’t be disappointed. You'd still be my perfect bunny."
Mikey nods. “I know. I really do want it- really, sir. It’s just kinda hard to relax today. It’s not you, I promise. Work stuff, you know?” Ray nods, stroking down the curve of Mikey’s back soothingly. Mikey’s wearing a slightly pained expression, like he really doesn’t want Ray to think it’s a reflection of how he feels about him. Ray tries to make as reassuring a face as possible, and tries not to take it personally. He knows Mikey, and he knows that he’s not afraid to be upfront about how he feels. “But I really want to take it. I want to do this,” he says, pausing for a moment, “Would you…would you eat me out?”
“Yeah, of course,” Ray says, giving the side of Mikey’s head a light pat. Mikey smiles softly, and Ray ruffles his hair before leaning back on his heels to kneel behind Mikey again.
Ray braces one hand on the bed and keeps one holding Mikey’s hand and rubbing circles on the back of Mikey’s hand with his thumb. He spreads his legs, knees pointing away from each other to keep himself balanced.
He leans in, laying his tongue flat against Mikey’s hole until he feels him relax a little. Ray traces around it with his tongue pointed, and he can hear Mikey sigh into the mattress. He lifts his head to kiss Mikey’s tailbone and then heads back down to his hole, only pausing to nip at his asscheek.
Ray’s tongue and lips work their way over Mikey’s hole until Mikey is moaning, pushing back to meet Ray’s mouth. He alternates between long, languid movements of his tongue and short, intentional ones, keeping Mikey on his toes. Ray starts pushing inside of Mikey with his tongue, and instead of being met with resistance like when he’d tried with his fingers, Mikey opens up around him without a moment’s hesitation, allowing Ray’s tongue to slide in.
Ray slings his arm around Mikey’s waist, holding himself up like that instead of with his hand on the bed so that he can spread Mikey open and get his tongue deeper. His hand cups one of Mikey’s asscheeks, pulling it to the side so his mouth has more room to work.
He wants to get a hand on Mikey’s dick, but Mikey’s kind of vice gripping his other hand with his own, squeezing tighter every time Ray flicks his tongue or mouths at the space between his balls and his hole.
“I- ah! Ray, baby, it’s- I’m-,” Mikey gasps, clutching the sheets in his other hand. Ray pulls away, kissing Mikey’s side.
“Real words, bun,” Ray requests. Mikey takes a deep breath, loosening his grip on Ray’s hand a bit.
“Try fingering me again? I think it’ll work better now,” he says. Ray nods.
He grabs the lube off of the nightstand again. Mikey’s hole is still pretty wet from Ray’s spit, but Ray knows firsthand how uncomfortable doing it with just spit can be. He’s liberal with it, coating his fingers fully just like he had before. He puts the bottle at the edge of the bed, within reach but not so close that it’ll get in the way.
“Such a good bunny,” Ray muses, sliding his middle finger into Mikey, only to the second knuckle. Mikey takes it well, and Ray starts moving it after a few seconds. “My good boy.” Once Ray has gotten him adjusted to one finger, he adds another.
Ray leans over him and lets go of Mikey’s hand to stroke his cheek while he scissors his fingers slightly. Mikey smiles up at him as Ray moves his fingers, thrusting in and out of him and curling his fingers on every stroke.
It doesn’t take long for Ray to find the right angle, and he’s rewarded by seeing Mikey’s lips part around a moan and feeling him shift on his knees to get Ray’s fingers back to where he wants them the most. Once he’s added a third finger, Ray makes it a point to hit his prostate dead on to distract him from the feeling of being stretched.
“The plug, sir, please,” Mikey gasps. “Wanna be your perfect little bunny, want to touch you, want you to breed me-.”
Mikey immediately turns red, evidently not expecting the last part to come out of his mouth. Ray wasn’t expecting it either, to be fair, but he’s going to try to roll with it since Mikey seems to be into it and he thinks it’s kind of hot too.
“Yeah? You want me to breed you? Make you my little breeding bunny?” Ray says, unable to fully keep the incredulousness out of his tone. Mikey must like what he’s saying, though, because he whimpers and grinds back on Ray’s fingers.
“Yeah- shit, yeah,” he says, and Ray curls his fingers, rubbing at his prostate again while Mikey pants before he pulls out entirely. “Want you to put my plug in and have me suck your cock- let you come inside of me and then put the plug back in me. I need- I need you to get me knocked up, sir.”
Ray throbs in his already too tight boxers. Somewhere in his mind he knows that it’s impossible for him to get Mikey pregnant, but he’s suspending disbelief just enough that hearing Mikey ask for it registers as insanely erotic instead of completely confusing.
“Gonna fill you up so nice, my precious little bunny,” Ray promises, picking up the plug from beside Mikey. “But first you’re going to be a good pet and let me put your plug in you, and then you’re gonna use your pretty little mouth on me,” he says, just echoing what Mikey said he wanted a few seconds ago but in a more dominant tone.
Mikey nods quickly, and Ray gropes around for the bottle of lube. When he gets it, he flicks open the cap and spreads some onto the cool, metal tip of the plug. Ray puts the bottle down and buries his hand in the soft, downy, white fur at the base of the toy, guiding it over Mikey’s hole.
They have a few, but this is both his and Mikey’s favorite- it’s not too big or too small, and Ray loves the way it feels in his hands, fuzzy but not scratchy or abrasive. He’s prone to playing with it while it’s in Mikey, just tapping the base or pulling it halfway out and then watching Mikey take it back in.
“Please, sir, put it in me,” Mikey begs. Ray obliges, slowly pushing it into his hole. Mikey remains relaxed, which makes the whole process easier, and soon enough it’s all the way in. Mikey smiles a contented smile once he feels the base press against the outside of his hole.
“So good for me, baby. Such a good bunny. Get me nice and close with your mouth and then I’ll come inside of you, okay? You do that and I’ll breed you, get you all full of my come and then I’ll plug you up to make sure none of it drips out,” Ray says, knee-walking over to where Mikey’s head rests on the mattress.
Mikey lowers his hips and moves his knees backwards until he’s laying on his stomach with his feet in the air. It must make the plug shift inside him, because he shuts his eyes and whines when his hips hit the bed. Ray leans back against the headboard with a pillow between it and his back, and Mikey uses his elbows to move himself far enough up the bed that he’s between Ray’s legs. Ray hooks his thumbs into the elastic of his boxers and pulls them down and off, letting his cock spring free.
Mikey’s eyes go from Ray’s cock, to his face, to his cock again, hungrily. He’s clearly waiting for permission, so Ray gives it to him.
“Go ahead, bun,” Ray says, sweeping Mikey’s hair out of his eyes with his hand. Mikey licks a long stripe from where the base of Ray’s cock meet his balls, up to the slit in the head of his dick where precome is beading. Mikey’s hands find their way to Ray’s hips, thumbs circling around his v line and he sucks on the tip of Ray’s cock for a second, letting his hand stroke up and down Ray’s shaft. Ray is perfectly content like this, and is little surprised when Mikey’s hand disappears and he takes him into his throat. Ray whines, high and breathy.
“Careful,” Ray gasps, even though it’s not really necessary. Mikey’s not gagging, which is pretty impressive considering how fast he’s now going. Ray makes a mental note to ask if he’s been practicing with a toy. “Eager little pet. You want me to come in your ass that bad?” Mikey nods, swallowing around him to prove his point. Mikey starts licking at the underside of his dick, and Ray cards his hands through his hair, appreciative of how hard Mikey’s working to please him. Mikey’s mouth feels so good on his cock, the slow but steady increase in suction and the movements of his tongue all curated in an effort to get Ray close as soon as possible.
“Baby, baby, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come in your mouth-,” Ray moans, petting Mikey’s hair with gentle hands. Mikey licks at his tip one more time for good measure and then pulls all the way off, biting Ray’s hip on his way up. Ray clicks his tongue.
“Good bunnies don’t bite,” Ray says, a little breathless but stern nonetheless. “Apologize.”
“Sorry! Sorry, sir,” Mikey says. Ray nods in approval.
“Good job, bun,” he says. “Now, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to ride me?”
Mikey considers his options before he responds. “I wanna ride you.” Ray nods and offers his hand to Mikey so that he can get up onto his knees and straddle him. Mikey whimpers as the tip of the plug changes angles inside of him when he tucks his knees under himself, and then again when it’s pushed deeper when he sits on Ray’s thighs.
“Let me take the toy out, bun. Lift your ass up,” Ray requests. Mikey complies, sticking his ass out and getting back on his knees over Ray. Ray feels around for the fuzzy end of the plug, and when he finds it he simply holds it, not wanting to shock Mikey’s system by pulling it out suddenly “Three…two…one…” he counts, starting to pull it out on one.
The toy comes loose soon enough, and as soon as it’s out, Mikey gets a hand around Ray’s dick, lining it up with his hole. He hovers there for a second, and Ray takes the opportunity to start touching Mikey’s cock. His thighs start shaking, probably partially from pleasure and partially from being worn out due to being on his hands and knees for a long time.
Mikey slides down a little, and the tip of Ray’s cock pushes against his hole. He strokes Ray a few times before he lets himself drop all the way down, controlled but still quicker than usual.
Ray knows he won’t last long as soon as his dick is inside of Mikey. Mikey’s close too, though. The way the head of his cock is flushed and the rhythmic way he’s clenching around Ray’s dick every time Ray’s hand slides up on his cock are dead giveaways. Mikey gets back up and then slams himself back down, starting to ride Ray like there’s no tomorrow. He tries a few different angles before settling on one that makes him groan every time he fucks himself down onto Ray’s cock.
“So fucking good, sir, please- please,” Mikey begs, and Ray knows exactly what he’s asking for. He grabs Mikey’s hips and fucks into him. Mikey tries to meet his thrusts for a while, but after a while all he can manage is to stay still and let Ray use him.
“Gonna breed you full, okay? I’m gonna make you have a fucking litter, gonna get you all knocked up, bunny,” Ray groans, hand speeding up on Mikey’s cock. That does it for him, apparently, as he’s crying out and coming all over Ray’s belly and chest before Ray even finishes saying his bit. Ray’s not far behind him.
Ray thrusts in one last time, pulling Mikey down to meet him as he comes deep inside of him, harder than he has in what feels like forever, his hips flush against Mikey’s ass while he rides it out.
“Hold in it, bun. We wouldn’t want any leaking out, now would we?” he says to Mikey. Mikey clenches around him, and Ray gasps in oversensitivity. He pulls out slowly and then puts the palm of his hand over Mikey’s hole until he finds the plug.
Mikey sighs contentedly when he puts it back in. He falls forward, hugging Ray close to his chest and moving his head so that their noses nearly touch. Ray tips his chin down so that he can kiss him, slowly and softly. He pulls Mikey’s tail plug out just a bit while they kiss, and Mikey moans against his lips as it changes position.
Mikey pulls back, stroking Ray’s hair. His arms support his upper body while he lays his legs and stomach directly on top of Ray’s.
“That was-,” Ray begins, only to be cut off by Mikey.
“I shouldn’t have sprung that on you, fuck. I’m sorry, I really should have waited, or told you before, or-,” he rushes, voice wavering with anxiety. Ray furrows his brow in confusion and shakes his head.
“No, no, it was good!” He says, rubbing Mikey’s back in windshield wiper motions. “It was good, Mikey. I liked it. It was really hot.”
“I still shouldn’t have put you in that position, though,” Mikey says.
“It wasn’t like you were asking for something insane, Mikey. It worked well with what we were doing, and I liked it. Did you like it?” Ray asks.
“Yeah, I loved it, but you shouldn't have had to-,” Mikey says, shifting nervously on top of Ray.
“Don’t, baby. Don’t worry about it. Please?” Ray says, covering the hand Mikey has in his hair with his own. Mikey sighs quietly. “Not everything has to be planned down to a T. I liked it, you liked it, it was nice. End of story.”
“End of story,” Mikey echoes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. They’re both silent for a moment.
“So…how long are you planning to keep that in?” Ray asks
“Till I get pregnant, duh,” Mikey laughs, wiggling his ass a little.
“Sounds good to me,” Ray giggles. Mikey rolls off of him, gasping a little when his plug gets pushed further into him by the bed. “Do you want anything? Wanna take a shower? Watch a movie?” Ray asks.
“Nah,” says Mikey, turning back towards Ray just in time to see him sneakily wipe his chest and stomach off with the top sheet. Mikey yanks it away from him and throws it on the floor. “Gross, dude!”
“You’re the one who didn’t want to shower,” says Ray, poking Mikey’s bare chest and laughing. Mikey promptly grabs a pillow and thunks him over the head with it.
“I love you,” Ray says, muffled by the pillow but sincere nonetheless.
“Yeah, yeah,” says Mikey.
“Pretty sure you’re supposed to say ‘I love you too.’” Ray says indignantly. Mikey lifts the pillow, leans over and kisses him until his lips buzz.
“I love you too,” says Mikey, breathing hot against Ray’s mouth.
“Mmmmgh,” is all the response Mikey gets, since Ray is now half asleep.