The rumble of his voice against too-sensitive skin shudders down his spine, a moan escaping from somewhere deep in his throat. "Nngh...I hate you," but it's said through grit teeth and an amused scoff that's far more telling of the lie that it is than making it anything like believable.
He's been living teetering on this edge for what feels like ages, and he can't stand it anymore with Mick doing that thing with his tongue. Blunt nails dig into Mick's shoulder as he finally gives in, "Fuck... Mick, please." He punctuates the point with a bite to that spot on Mick's neck that always gets him good results.
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Date: 2018-02-07 11:48 pm (UTC)He's been living teetering on this edge for what feels like ages, and he can't stand it anymore with Mick doing that thing with his tongue. Blunt nails dig into Mick's shoulder as he finally gives in, "Fuck... Mick, please." He punctuates the point with a bite to that spot on Mick's neck that always gets him good results.