"Are we teenagers again?" He asks, playfully quizzical. Maybe it's just the fact that he's not used to being the one on the receiving end of possessive behaviors. Maybe it's the entire situation and the static in the air between them, but goddamn, he is so turned on right now, so he doesn't fight that request at all. "'Cause it kinda feels like it," he admits, grinning, running his fingers across the expanse of Mick's chest.