It takes Mick a moment to process what Len is talking about. He's too caught up in the moment, the press and writhe of the body against him, feeling muscles bunch and shift as he tastes his neck and shoulder. "Oil." Right. Oil. Blinking he moves back to their packs, rummaging around for the oil that Len favors for his scales. "C'mere." He takes a moment to rearrange a few of their sleeping blankets close to the fire.
Bronze eyes gleam in the firelight. "Wanna be able to see you." Mick can slick up a hand and touch him better this way, can drink in every reaction, every heave of his body as he touches and explores.
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Date: 2016-10-03 02:37 pm (UTC)Bronze eyes gleam in the firelight. "Wanna be able to see you." Mick can slick up a hand and touch him better this way, can drink in every reaction, every heave of his body as he touches and explores.