This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James
James felt alive again. Mickey's heat had permeated his whole being, down to his bones and sinew and James was drinking it up. He'd think about this night for many nights to come and would eventually get around to getting Mickey in his bed again, again and again if possible. Before now, James would not have given Mickey much more thought beyond how he could toy with him and his emotions, Leon's emotions for him, but the boy could fuck beautifully and it was a rare thing indeed in this school.
"Mickey," James hissed needily as he was propped up. His moan at the change of positions was swallowed up by the ifrit's hot kiss. James' fangs were out and dangerous to the unwary, and he did take the tempting opportunity to prick Mickey's lip, mixing some blood into the kiss with another groan and curve of his body. The older boy's hand on him took James' pleasure to a whole other level and his body quaked. He didn't know how much longer he could go.
James' head dropped back, his voice urgent against the sound of their bare skin smacking together with each thrust. "Mickey, come inside me, I want to feel it." He reached with one hand and tightened a grip on Mickey's forearm that was wrapped around him. His other hand came back and found a fistful of curls to hold onto.