Page 103 of Slew Foot
“Allof it.” Rafe wriggled a little beneath him like he was too eager to stay still.
“Rafe …” Mickey whispered huskily and then he was kissing Rafe hard, claiming his mouth and sliding a hand down his torso. He teased his nipples and tweaked them, making Rafe moan into his mouth.
He raked his blunt nails down Rafe’s abs, making him shiver and arch.
He gripped his hip, digging his thumb in and felt a shudder ripple through Rafe’s body as he twisted on the bed.
Mickey shifted, biting at Rafe’s neck and sucking, using his tongue and teeth to really work at the spot.
“Please,” Rafe whimpered.
“Pleasewhat?” Mickey rasped, raking his nails through the soft hair scattered across Rafe’s pecs.
“Touch me.” Rafe’s breath was a little ragged now.
Mickey tugged at the hair. “I am touching you.”
“My—my cock.” Rafe twisted, like he was trying to get some friction.
Mickey pressed his weight harder into Rafe’s right thigh. It was easier to pin down someone smaller, but Mickey liked the challenge. Liked how hard he had toworkfor it with Rafe.
Mickey smoothed his hand down Rafe’s stomach. God, thoseabs.
He wanted his mouth all over them, but he’d have to let go of Rafe’s wrists if he did and he was enjoying holding him down too much.
He teased a finger along the waistband of Rafe’s shorts instead. “What do you want me to do to your cock?”
“I—I don’t care. Just something …”
Mickey laughed at the desperation in Rafe’s voice. Oh, he loved that. Loved how eager and needy he sounded already. And Mickey had barely begun.
Oh, this was going to beperfect.
Rafe was perfect. Perfectly,deliciouslymade for Mickey.
Still over top of the fabric, Mickey reached out and grasped Rafe’s cock. Rafe let out a whimper.
Mickey grinned and returned to his task of marking up Rafe’s neck.
Mine, he thought with satisfaction.
He squeezed and rubbed Rafe’s cock, loving the desperate little noises Rafe let out and the way he arched into the touch as best he could when Mickey had one hip pinned.
“Mickey …” Rafe whimpered. He let out a sharp cry and his hips snapped up, a shudder rolling through his body.
Mickey felt wetness against his palm, and he pulled his hand away to see a dark stain spreading across Rafe’s gray sweatpants.
“Oh,” he said, a little surprised.
“Fuck,” Rafe swore.
Mickey looked up to see Rafe with his eyes screwed shut, his face a little ruddy.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“No,” Mickey said, shifting to press a kiss to Rafe’s warm cheek. “No, that was hot.”
“Yeah?” Rafe peeked through one eye, like he was checking to be sure it was safe.
