This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James
James uttered a sound of protest that was quickly cut off with a snap of teeth together when Mickey left him so suddenly. Fuck, and just when he was really starting to enjoy the sight of him being teased. James liked how Mickey rose to every challenge he issued, like he knew he'd get to ten eventually, but not without working for it. He also liked how those strong hands handled him. Mickey was easily able to maneuver James who had no resistance to give whatsoever.
He put his weight forward on his elbows, curved his ass like he knew Mickey would like, and braced his legs apart. Then Mickey was in again and James arched and curled his spine with a groan. "Yes," he croaked, immaculate hair ruined and in his face without a care. "Yes, Mickey. Show me your exquisite fucking nine."
Then came a period of thrusting that James couldn't speak coherently through. He didn't dampen his sounds or bother to muffle them against the sheets he was clenching tightly. He let them out with each thrust. If vampires could sweat, James would be soaked. It was a wild liberating feeling, having an ifrit thrusting into him. It was only made hotter by the fact that he was being fucked by someone else's lover. But that was soon far from James' mind and he would forget to bring up Leon's name at all that night, taking full advantage of the opportunity to get some real skilled action, not timid chaste touches and kisses that only had a time and place in middle school. Mickey delivered the full adult rated package. James had been privately craving this kind of attention for months.