Sorin couldn't help but smile back when Mickey looked at him like that. Fuck, he hoped he wasn't coming off as too boyish, too childish and inexperienced. He wasn't! But he kind of was at the same time. He'd certainly never gotten into this position with someone as fast as he'd just gotten into it with Mickey. Sorin didn't know if Mickey did this with everyone, and he didn't really care just then. He just wanted it to continue because what kind of idiot would turn down this opportunity?
The rest of the witches - the ones who came with him from Anton castle - were never going to believe him when he told them later and pointed Mickey out to them. If he told them. Maybe this would be his little secret. Even the way Mickey took his socks off was attractive, for fuck's sake.
"A Pegasus--" Sorin met the quick kiss and smiled again, "...would be patient," he repeated, hands coming to rest on Mickey's thighs as the ifrit all but climbed into his lap. His fingers flexed, then curled up, sliding until they met the warm skin of Mickey's hips and around to his front, dragging over those perfect abs. Sorin had never been very self conscious of his own body, having bigger and more pressing things to worry about at the castle, and he didn't think about it now how Mickey was so filled out and strong, while he was thin and all wiry tendons and sinew underneath.
"How about I distract you with a question while I very sneakily do this?" His fingers were plucking at mickey's pants, dragging the fastenings undone. "What color is the dress?"