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Noises
“Ay, keep it down!” Mickey shouted towards the living room. He was half out of the bedroom, torso twisted around the door and lower half hidden behind it.
His wife and one of the other whores quieted their chattering for a minute‒just long enough for Mickey to think he’d actually succeeded in his request for silence‒but picked up right where they’d left off the moment he closed the door.
“Can’t fucking stop for one day” he muttered, walking back to his bed. “Just one fucking morning.” It was Ian’s only day off... the one day a week that they could sleep in together, and he knew that Svetlana knew it.
Ian was lying on his side of the bed, facing the door. He gingerly lifted the blanket, eyes still closed, but with a small smile on his face. “Come back to bed…” he mumbled softly.
Mickey rejoined the redhead under the covers, his naked body getting goosebumps wherever it wasn’t touching Ian’s warmer skin. He reached over and moved Ian’s arm, draping it across his chest.
“Much better,” Ian told him, shifting closer to Mickey’s back and tightening his grip around his lover.
Mickey relaxed into Ian’s embrace, feeling completely and utterly content.