[ ian's hand squeezing at his ass has mickey pushing up on his toes, like he's about to actually, literally climb this fool. instead, the hands that were pretty leisurely tugging at his jeans are now ripping at them, thumbs shoving at the waistband to try to get them off ian's hips without having to worry about the button and zipper and all. it only about halfway works, but mickey manages it, the thud of ian's belt buckle hitting the bedroom floor shortly after. ]
You breaking shit to get to me? [ mickey smirks, between flopping back onto the bed and dragging at ian to follow him. ] Like hell I'd be complaining.
[ it's hot. any time ian starts breaking shit and being a fucking delinquent, mickey loves it. no one gets intense like ian gets intense. back then, mickey knew he had way more guts than anyone else on the southside, but on top of that, he's compassionate and smart and funny and so many other things he loves being around. it's too much for him to ever say no to. ]
continued from: https://soddersays.dreamwidth.org/36013.html?thread=9636525#cmt9636525
You breaking shit to get to me? [ mickey smirks, between flopping back onto the bed and dragging at ian to follow him. ] Like hell I'd be complaining.
[ it's hot. any time ian starts breaking shit and being a fucking delinquent, mickey loves it. no one gets intense like ian gets intense. back then, mickey knew he had way more guts than anyone else on the southside, but on top of that, he's compassionate and smart and funny and so many other things he loves being around. it's too much for him to ever say no to. ]