This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James
"Keep talking," Mickey whispered. "Soon, you won't be able to." Mickey kissed Leon again, taking it slow for a moment as his hands fumbled with James' jeans. "Especially," he sighed, "'specially if you're as tight as your jeans. There." The buttons had popped open.
Mickey's warm kisses formed a trail from James mouth to his neck and then, the shirt hiked up, from the nipples to belly, heat blooming up on James' pale skin. He loved how boney James was under his hands, how his skin seemed almost bright in the darkness. That was unlike Leo-- someone else.
Mickey slid James' pants down and then removed his own, now clad only in boxers. He got rid off James' underwear as well, baring him. Mickey was pleased, taking a moment to drink him in before getting down and settling between James' legs. His dark eyes looked up at James while he slowly wrapped his lips around the vampire's length, his tongue lapping at the velvet hardness.