[ mickey's still raise a farewell finger to flip frank off through the window of the car as it speeds off, when ian turns around, dropping it back to his side when his eyes turn to the redhead, lazy smirk pulling at his lips. ian's forwardness is hardly anything new, and that smirk becomes a grin around his cigarette, as he lets ian walk him back against the door frame. ]
Yeah? [ mickey murmurs, hips pressing back part to be argumentative, but mostly to feel more of ian and the addictive heat his body radiates.
a hand pulls the cigarette free, leaning in to inhale a slow stream of smoke, shotgunning in from his lips to ian's, pulling back to place the stick between ian's full, pretty lips instead. ]
How 'bout you come show me how much. [ svetlana and yvegeny are out, mandy's otherwise occupied, the house is all theirs, and mickey's foot kicks at the edge of the door, swinging it open. ]
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Yeah? [ mickey murmurs, hips pressing back part to be argumentative, but mostly to feel more of ian and the addictive heat his body radiates.
a hand pulls the cigarette free, leaning in to inhale a slow stream of smoke, shotgunning in from his lips to ian's, pulling back to place the stick between ian's full, pretty lips instead. ]
How 'bout you come show me how much. [ svetlana and yvegeny are out, mandy's otherwise occupied, the house is all theirs, and mickey's foot kicks at the edge of the door, swinging it open. ]