Truth told, it's the sharp, sudden bite that he likes more than the soothing of the action seconds later, but he isn't really complaining anyway.
There's nothing about this moment he doesn't like. The firm grip of Mick's fingers, the roll of Mick's hips against his, the heady feeling he gets from the friction that creates-- he lets out a soft whine and rolls his hips in response. "Mick," he mumbles in a drawn out kind of way that manages to put more syllables in his name than belong there, arms still looped around him as he nuzzles against his neck. He trailes kisses softly up to his ear, where he nips lightly. "More," he whispers breathily, "Show me more." He tugs on a fitful of Mick's hair, practically begging, "Please." He wants no question to exist here, he wants this, and he wants it with Mick, and now.
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Date: 2019-02-04 11:28 pm (UTC)There's nothing about this moment he doesn't like. The firm grip of Mick's fingers, the roll of Mick's hips against his, the heady feeling he gets from the friction that creates-- he lets out a soft whine and rolls his hips in response. "Mick," he mumbles in a drawn out kind of way that manages to put more syllables in his name than belong there, arms still looped around him as he nuzzles against his neck. He trailes kisses softly up to his ear, where he nips lightly. "More," he whispers breathily, "Show me more." He tugs on a fitful of Mick's hair, practically begging, "Please." He wants no question to exist here, he wants this, and he wants it with Mick, and now.