"N-- ahhh..." Sorin breathed out, latching onto the sheets of Mickey's bed with his hands. His thin body arched at the sensations, a thrill and shiver running its course through his blood and into his marrow. His cock gave a hard throb as Mickey's skill continued, the rest of his body wanting more of him, too. His tongue, his teeth, his lips, that bristle of beard on Mickey's chin that grazed his sensitive skin - soon Sorin was releasing a quiet moan into the bed. Quiet was something that had saved him and his fellow witches from being caught. It was habit now.
"Fuck me, please. Oh... yes." he bit his lip against the groan, hips curling. "Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad." The words tumbled from his mouth in a mixture of English and Romanian, but the intent was pretty clear. Sorin thought he might embarrassingly come any minute if Mickey kept up with that. How could he ever live that down? Come before he even had the gorgeous boy's cock in him. But he couldn't help it. Just looking back at Mickey, his dark hair and eyes, what he was doing to him, made Sorin bite off another moan and reach down to hold himself.