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An exercise in trust: Mick and Len, probably nsfw

Mick sits on Len's bed, his head in his hands. The smell of smoke and burning books still clung to his clothes. He had been helping that woman burn the books in the library, not because he cared for the books or her in anyway but because of the call of the fire. It could have gone bad. Really bad. They were on a spaceship, but once he had seen that flame it had been too late.

This was getting out of hand, he felt like he couldn't help it. He isn't sure how to put it into words, but for once in his life, Mick is scared. The timemasters had turned that need for chaos and the desire to watch the world burn in to a weapon they could point at people. With the legends it was less a weapon and more a controlled fire. Here on the Barge he doesn't have either of those two.

He licks his lips when he hears Len's footsteps and glances up at his partner. "Len..."

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Mick moans loudly and bucks his hips a little before he forces himself to stay still. "Oh fuck, Len... Master. Fuck that feels good." He grips the sheets as best he can, trying not to buck again.

He grinned - after nearly thirty years together, on and off, he should know by now what made his partner twitch - and continued to suck, his nails digging scratches into Mick's thighs as he worked.

Mick has never been good at being quiet and this time is no different. He moans and squirms. Even making a few begging whimpers a few times. Being cuffed frustrates him. He wants to be able to move and pick up the pace. Which is exactly why the cuffs are handy, they give Len full control.

He withdraws when Mick's struggles become more apparent, pulling back and sitting on his heels...only long enough to take hold of his own shirt and pull it up over his head.

"Starting to get a little hot in here."

Mick watches him move with a hungry look in his eyes. "Don't tell me you plan on adding some ice to this?" That makes a shiver run down his spine. "You know that you getting naked doesn't make it any less hot."

Len cants his head to one side, as if he's considering it, grey eyes lit with amusement.

"Half naked." He amends, before taking Mick's shoulder to draw him closer for a kiss, still sitting on his knees in front of him.

Mick kisses him back, fiercely. He smiles a little as he pulls back for air. "That is just a matter of time, Master. You plan on fucking me, don't you?"

He breathes out as Mick pulls away, giving an apparently disinterested half-shrug.

"Have you deserved my fucking you?"

"Yes?" He tries, leaning back enough to study Len. He isn't sure if Len is faking that disinterest or not and suddenly he is worried.

He seems to consider it, before giving a nod and a smile, breaking the facade. Len gives Mick a brief kiss, before climbing off him, taking his upper arm to lead him away from the bed.

"Up against the wall."

That makes his eyes go wide and then he grins. "Yes, Master." He ducks down to steal another kiss before he leans on the wall, forehead pressing against it and legs slightly spread. He licks his lips, like this he can't even see most of the room and it makes him very aware of his other senses. "Like this?"

He presses up against Mick, squeezing him between his body and the wall.

"Yeah. Exactly like that."

Len bites at the back of his neck, alternating between actual kisses and teeth, his hand reaching up to hold Mick's head to the wall.

Mick groans and if it hadn't been for Cold's hand he would have leaned back into the touch. As it is he leans his forehead on the wall. Mick is typically a man of action, he wants to touch and kiss and bite all on his own and not being allowed makes the need even more so, makes him anticipate and appreciate every touch. "Fuck, that... More..."

He burns with need, but Cold's always been the kind of guy to be able to hold off for long periods of time, and is firm with his body. Patience.

"Patience, Mick." He drawls, though quietly, the hand not pinning his partner to the wall sliding down his back and against his ass, circling around his hole.

Mick groans at that, impatient and not liking being told to wait. He never does, but like always he obeys. This time with a little huff of irritation that changes into a moan as Cold's hand teases him. He tries pushing back a little, stiff and awkward with being the one begging to get fucked. That never happened yet here he is.

He gives a laugh when Mick voices his displeasure, happy to be irritating his partner in this new, fun way. His finger inserts itself inside Mick, as he begins to prep and stretch him.

He'll have to run for the lube in a second, but for now, this is nice, keeping Mick up against the wall like this.

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