This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James
Mickey's orgasm and the sounds as he came was the cherry on top that pushed James over the other side. He was lost, so wrapped up in the moment that he could have uttered any secret, any silly boyish desire for persons or power, and he wouldn't remember it. The length of time between the last good fuck he'd had and now was too long, he decided with certainty. He needed this kind of release more often. He was not allowed to kill, but no one put restrictions on sex.
The grip on his length tightened and James came with a moan of his own, sensations washing over him that he craved. James savored the moment, and slowly, as he came back, he turned his head to see Mickey smiling. James smiled back and whispered. "Alright. A ten."