Mike laughs. He can still be the play boy, the tough guy, the marine--which was a complete lie, as he's sure Billy knows by now--but when it comes to stuff like this?

Well. He's no virgin and he doesn't like pussyfooting around this shit, no, but the teasing he could probably do forever. Honestly, he could care less who tops and who bottoms, but he's sure as hell gonna make Billy work for it regardless.

So what, he's a slave driver. Sue him.

That breath over the lips does it, though, and as Billy curls around him Mike is immediately kissing the other, hard and needy but alarmingly sensual, taking his time with every single kiss as his hands move to run up the other's arms.