The way Mickey could so easily manhandle him was a big turn on for Sorin. It not only put those nice muscles to work but it gave Sorin the impression that Mickey knew exactly what the fuck he was doing here. That strong confidence and the exotic look the ifrit had to him - and that grin, that sexy little fucking grin - it all definitely added to Mickey's appeal.
Sorin was on his back looking up, reaching for Mickey to touch and feel him move, and he let out another short cry of pleasure when Mickey filled him again. He bit his lip so hard he almost broke the skin. Sorin couldn't help it, it felt so good. Sorin kissed Mickey back hungrily, the dark flush already on his skin getting bolder at the hot words he used. "I'm hot?" Sorin grinned, trying to control his breath enough to even speak clearly. And then Mickey's back arched and it moved him deeper and Sorin's words turned to a moan that he couldn't hold back.
Gripping Mickey's shoulders, fingernails digging into the heated skin, Sorin held on for dear life. This was quite a welcome to his new school. One that Sorin wouldn't soon forget. "Sorry," he managed to breathe out, releasing the grip he had on Mickey's shoulders and leaving behind crescent marks of his nails. Sorin favored this position as well because it allowed him the chance to see and to touch. He did touch now, running his hands down Mickey's strong arms that were gripping his ankles. "Fuck me more, please." Sorin panted.