mwestbelle

Gerard arches up into the touch desperately, letting out a low whine as Mikey's teeth scrape across his stomach, just high enough that it's only a tease. He knows--is fairly sure he knows--that Mikey won't hurt him, but in a position like this he could do it, easily. He wants to urge Mikey's mouth lower, a sharphot thought of maybe with his--on my-- but doesn't know how to ask for it, what to call it.