[ The hands grasping at Mika loosen to give him room to move as he wants. He keeps them tucked under his ass, supporting him and rubbing against him through his loose army greens. He lets the kiss break, watching Mika with one eye shut, smile cocky.
Mika's good at following orders, but he's great at knowing what he wants at all times. He admires his decisiveness.
He lets his neck tilt, inviting his teeth against his throat if he wants. He knows Mika is careful, aware of what marks would bring out of the other boys, but a part of him wants the lingering soreness of Mika's hard kisses etched into his skin for a day or two. It's a nice reminder of their long survival together.
His knees tip open, trying to make his fly more accessible to him. He opts for sliding one hand beyond the belt at Mika's waist, the other sliding up his back to stroke his fingers against the lowest whisker there. ]
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Mika's good at following orders, but he's great at knowing what he wants at all times. He admires his decisiveness.
He lets his neck tilt, inviting his teeth against his throat if he wants. He knows Mika is careful, aware of what marks would bring out of the other boys, but a part of him wants the lingering soreness of Mika's hard kisses etched into his skin for a day or two. It's a nice reminder of their long survival together.
His knees tip open, trying to make his fly more accessible to him. He opts for sliding one hand beyond the belt at Mika's waist, the other sliding up his back to stroke his fingers against the lowest whisker there. ]