mwestbelle

Gerard groans at the sensation of Mikey's teeth in his neck, sliding in deeper and then back out, and he gets a mouthful of his own blood. He has to pull away for a second to swallow it before catching Mikey's lips again, overwhelmed, and he can feel his brother's rock against him, just lightly. His hands go out to Mikey's hips again, thumbing over his hipbones but not dipping lower, not until Mikey tells him to. Because in this--whatever he chooses to call it--he can acknowledge that Mikey is the one in control, and he likes that.