chillestrogue: (wary)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-15 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
No. Just didn't want anyone walking in.

[He sits on the floor, staring up at Mick]
chillestrogue: (up for a game?)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-17 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Len, surprised by the sudden bridal carry, gives a snort of amusement but allows this]

Watch it, one of these days it'll be me carrying you around.
chillestrogue: (smirky smirk)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-17 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Playfully indignant]

You do not.
chillestrogue: (oh right I forgot)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-18 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[In turn, once Len is sitting down on the bed, he wraps his legs around Mick, preventing him from leaving]

Surprise him how?
chillestrogue: (excuse you)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-19 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Then I wouldn't be able to squeeze into places I need to break into.

[He kisses back, fierce and possessive. Len seizes hold of Mick's shirt to pull him onto him, on the bed]
chillestrogue: (just hanging around)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-20 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[The bed creaks beneath them, but Len doesn't seem to care much for that. He's freezing cold to the touch, but Mick's core body temperature has always felt warm to him.]

You're right. I've grown up. Way more stamina than I had at that age.
chillestrogue: (up for a game?)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-20 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[innocently]

Which week was that? The one where you took advantage of an oblivious and drunk 19-year-old against the bar or the one where I had to drive across state lines with the worst hangover of my life?
chillestrogue: (hey how bout that sexy)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-21 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Might've been. Drunk as hell.

Yes, but did I know what I was doing? Think you taught me everything you knew that week.
chillestrogue: (merry christmas you filthy animal)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-09-24 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[He helps Mick along, wriggling out of his pants and sitting up to kick them off his ankles.]

You don't hear me complaining, do you?
chillestrogue: (back to the camera)

[personal profile] chillestrogue 2018-10-09 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[And he does moan, much to his own amusement, the second Mick is on top of him. He kisses back, not minding the closeness and the heat so long as it's familiar.]