Mickey moved quicker and quicker, thrusting into Sorin, enjoying the way the boy's back arched, enjoying the beads of sweat that formed on the pale, unblemished, taut skin. Mickey grinned. Time to change things up.
He slipped out of Sorin and then flipped the boy around, turning him on his back. Mickey grinned as he raised the boy's legs and with a quick moan, entered him while bending forward and catching his mouth. "Fuck, you're hot," Mickey groaned, hands wrapping around Sorin's ankles. He loved this position: you could see someone's face while also penetrating them deeply. He proceeded to do so, arching his back and giving a drawn-out 'yessss'.