Mickey noticed. How could he not? In his brief, young life, he had seen many different kind of bodies -- defined, chubby or skinny, pale or tan, male or female, fairy, vampire or human -- and he'd seen all kinds of markings. Freckles and birth marks, tattoos and piercings, scar tissue... In a flash, he saw the marks on Sorin's skin, how the skin had knitted together to cover up open wounds. He noticed how Sorin diverted his attention, and decided not to mention it.
Everybody was entitled to their secrets. Every naked body was entitled to its own discretion.
"So much better," Mickey said, catching Sorin's lips in a heated kiss. He was on top of the frailer boy, grinding up against him, both of their underwear more of a hindrance. Still, Mickey didn't remove it just yet. Instead, he flipped Sorin over, kissing his back and dipping lower. There, he pulled down Sorin's underwear.
In a low voice, he asked: "Ever been rimmed before?" Without really waiting or wanting for an answer, Mickey set to work.