"The fuck you think you're doing, Ghallager?"

Mickey tried pushing away from the dickhead, but found it a bit hard to accomplish, considering he was perched atop Ian, practically sitting in his lap with his knees on either side of the taller boy's hips. This wasn't a normal fucking position for them, but with his ass cheek still healing from the gunshot wound from a few days ago, there was no way he was letting Ian be in charge of their pace. He managed to put distance between their torsos, but Ian's dick was still firmly buried inside of him. Not that he really minded.

"What? I just wanted to kiss you.."

"See, this is why we never fuck face to face. You turn into a fucking fairy, get outta here with that shit."

"But you already kissed me the other day, what's the problem?"

"Yeah I fuckin kissed you 'cause you were being a little bitch about it. That's not an invitation to pull that shit whenever you want."

"Alright, alright. Just...keep moving" he whined, looking too heated to argue.

Mickey placed his hands on Ian's shoulders, starting back his rhythm. But he could still see his face. His stupid pale face and those stupid freckles and that stupid disappointed knot between his eye brows. That stupid fucking pout on those lips. That bottom one jutting out just a little farther than the top, full and a bit swollen from when he bit them as Mickey first sank down on his cock. Fuck those lips. Fuck this.

"Christ, hold on," he mutters, climbing off the now confused boy. He perched himself against the couch, ass in the air, looking pointedly at the redhead to get with the fucking picture already. "I like it better from behind, just take it easy on the cheeks, alright firecrotch?"

Ian did as he was told, and it hurt like a bitch but it was easier to deal with than staring at those goddamn lips.