This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James
Mickey was beginning to approach the point where he stopped caring about getting his points up. Like James, Mickey didn't sweat, his body heat just rising until a palpable heat started pouring from the ifrit's body, making the Maine winter air feel like a hot summer night.
Mickey was close.
As he kept up his merciless pace, Mickey grabbed James' shoulders, making him rise up so that their faces were level. Mickey grabbed James' face, locking him in a fiery kiss, as his lower hand drifted downwards, grabbing James' member. The strokes were timed to Mickey's thrusts.