Mickey was groaning, trying to keep his senses, but everything in that instant was December and all he wanted or could focus on was her and the noises she was making. When he started moving his hand was clenched on her thigh, using it to help with leverage, pace already fast. After a moment he reached for the ribbons, not thinking it through completely as he pulled on them, but instinct took over in that moment. It had been making her feel good before, it had to work the same way now right?
The noise she made was rewarding the ribbon pull. That much was obvious. She couldn't help with the pacing of things, it was all Mickey with this, but she was reveling in it. Her nails dug in a little more, the strain she was putting in actually making her injury ache.
That she liked it just helped spur Mickey on. Her nails in his skin didn’t bother him either, not when it just meant she was enjoying this. That had always been what he wanted, what he’d thought for for so long and never told her. The thought alone, that he was finally getting what he wanted had him moving faster and harder. When he pulled at her ribbons again it wasn’t testing or light like before, but deliberate and while not as hard as it could be, it made a point. It would worry him later, what he’d done, but right now he was too lost in trying to get her to cry out again.
It worked, she cried out, more toward his ear. She dug her nails in harder, and leaned back, getting close to the edge here, with the intensity of it all. It was rushing up, faster than she would have thought.
She wasn’t alone in that, though it had been years since he’d been here and the last time he hadn’t done much in the way of participating beyond the minimum. Mickey didn’t slow for a second, even as she cried out, just working harder as he couldn’t get to faster. There wasn’t a pre-thought to the words that tumbled out, dark and edged with need, but they were there, near her ear again. “Say. It.”
"Michael," December ground out, barely able to catch the breath to say it. But it gave her a little thrill that he did demand it. It was said between moans, which were indicating just how close she was now, seconds. It would hit in seconds.
He almost lost it there, but he knew it wasn’t much longer and it somehow managed to steady him, fingers twisting in her ribbons again as he pushed just a little harder, wanting to get her there. To get them both there.
There was a proper scream there at the hard pull, and it did what it was supposed to. It tumbled her right over the edge, leaving her feeling like the world was shattering around her.
It pulled him with her, crying out and losing his sense of rhythm as he shook, hands flexing into harder grips as if he was trying to hold on to her to keep from falling, though in reality that was very much what it felt like. There was a second before his grip evened to normal and he let go of her back to brace himself on the counter, leaning over her and panting to catch his breath.
December was leaned back against the wall, trying to catch her own breath too as she just enjoyed the moment for a second. Okay, so she'd probably needed that. She listened to him breathing, and now, of course, it was starting to filter through again that this was going to complicate things.