[Ian happily allows himself to be dragged onto the bed, licking his lips as he looks over Mickey's face below him. Jesus he loved this. He'd been so happy for Mickey to finally come out, even if it probably meant a bruised rib or two, and now somehow here they were in nightmare land. Together. Nothing ever went quite to plan with them, but somehow it always seemed to work out.
He runs his fingers through Mickey's hair.]
Are you trying to tell me you want it rougher?
[He reaches his hand between their legs, palming Mickey's dick.]
Because if you don't have some lube around here, it's about to be.
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He runs his fingers through Mickey's hair.]
Are you trying to tell me you want it rougher?
[He reaches his hand between their legs, palming Mickey's dick.]
Because if you don't have some lube around here, it's about to be.