"Me," He says simply, and there's not so much wickedness as there is mischief in his eyes, enjoying those hands on his hips. Then again, Billy could touch anywhere and Mike would be perfectly content.

As it was he moves his mouth down on Billy's, not bothering to hide how much ferocity he had, how much he wanted Billy, right then and there. His own hand moved down Billy's treasure trail, stopping just short of the other's actual cock, still preoccupied with biting on the other's lip as he pulls away for more air.