Even though he'd seen Mickey shirtless out on the field, something about watching him peel the shirt off again, exposing that warm skin and those curling muscles, it made Sorin stare and lose his thoughts all over again. He'd almost forgotten how to walk up stairs on the way to Mickey's room. He'd kissed him back, tentative at first before being given so much in return by the ifrit. The fiery kisses brought out more than just light pecks from the witch, it encouraged full on kissing even though Sorin was sure someone was going to walk onto the landing any moment and catch them. Sorin didn't know how he'd deal with his first impression there at the school being one about being caught making out with a hottie at the top of the stairs.
But they'd made it to Mickey's room without any real incidents and Mickey gave him the world's shortest tour of the dorm room, which caused Sorin to laugh. That left them where they were now, Sorin staring at Mickey's bare torso and-- fuck, was he just imagining the size of the bump in Mickey's pants.
"Okay, um," he could still feel Mickey's hot lips against his neck and he knew the skin must be showing signs of the attention that had been lavished there on the way. "What do I want? Hell," Sorin shook his head with a smile. "Right now I want to say the right answer so I can take your pants off. They're looking a little tight."