Holy shit. Sorin's blood turned up a few degrees warmer when the dark haired boy stepped in close. Sorin didn't back up an inch. Sure, the Romanian had imagined attractive people, both male and female, from movies and other things he'd been allowed to see at the castle, coming to him and saying the kinds of things Mickey was saying to him right now. Things that were out of the fantasy dreamland that you pictured when you just really needed to get off in the shower. Except this was real. So real, in fact, that Sorin didn't know how to react.
Was he supposed to say no? Was he supposed to just kiss him? Fuck, what was the proper protocol? Was this some kind of really cruel prank? His heart racing so much it made it impossible for him to think - to think with his head, anyway. The hardness in his pants was telling him all kinds of helpful things to do.
Sorin opened his mouth and at first nothing came out, though words had formed. He tried again, swallowing and licking his lips before giving it another go, taking in an eyeful of Mickey's bare torso and his his lips. "Sh-- Sure. I'd love to." The quality of Mickey's voice, low like hat, had hit a nerve. This guy. He knew what he was doing. Sorin knew he wasn't just imagining these kinds of signals.