His fingers are tight in the suit jacket as he shoves him against the wall, desperate and hungry as he kisses him again and again, barely stopping for something like air because he needs this even more.
Nobody touches him. That's the rule, the one Mick has lived by for the last few years as they settled into what they were now. Anyone tries to touch Snart, Mick breaks fingers and hands and sometimes faces. He is Mick's to touch. Mick's to love, even from a distance. Nobody else.
And when he doesn't push away, when he doesn't argue or tell him 'not now', Mick wraps his arms around him until there is absolutely nothing between them. Mine
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Nobody touches him.
That's the rule, the one Mick has lived by for the last few years as they settled into what they were now. Anyone tries to touch Snart, Mick breaks fingers and hands and sometimes faces.
He is Mick's to touch.
Mick's to love, even from a distance.
Nobody else.
And when he doesn't push away, when he doesn't argue or tell him 'not now', Mick wraps his arms around him until there is absolutely nothing between them.
Mine