[If Ian could get away with it, he'd drop to his knees and blow Mickey right here for all of south side to see, but that's just asking for trouble neither of them really need. This was already risky enough. Besides, couple steps to the right and he could do the same thing - it's not what he's in the mood for though. They always go fast. Fuck and go on, fuck and cuddle a little. Ian's been having trouble sleeping and he's feeling like going slow, keeping Mickey up with him.
He inhales and presses his lips together to keep the cigarette from falling. That's all it takes. Something as simple as Mickey blowing smoke into his mouth and he's ready to go. It's sexy. Almost as hot as the way he'd canted his hips forward, bumping their bodies together in an contentious way. Curling his fingers into Mickey's tanktop, Ian yanks him inside and towards the couch walking backwards.]
Christ, Mickey. I want you so bad.
[He shoves the cigarette into an empty can on the table and drops back on the couch, taking Mickey with him.]
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He inhales and presses his lips together to keep the cigarette from falling. That's all it takes. Something as simple as Mickey blowing smoke into his mouth and he's ready to go. It's sexy. Almost as hot as the way he'd canted his hips forward, bumping their bodies together in an contentious way. Curling his fingers into Mickey's tanktop, Ian yanks him inside and towards the couch walking backwards.]
Christ, Mickey. I want you so bad.
[He shoves the cigarette into an empty can on the table and drops back on the couch, taking Mickey with him.]