Trent, Mickey & Open
Trent snorted a little and pushed a breath out of his chest as Mickey pulled out that particular line and he soon let out a soft chuckle.
"Mm, hate to disappoint ya, but it'll take more than flashing your pretty abs at me." He flashed Mickey his teeth and shifted their hips into the beat, following through smoothly and giving an indication of just how he would rock somebody's world in bed, slow confident and most importantly masterful.
The Southerner caught Mickey's gaze and held it, a particular glint present in both eyes. "But you certainly do what it says on the tin. Must be all that hot djinn blood running through your veins huh?"