Coming Home

[bringstheheat]

They were home. The ride back to the prison had been a quiet one, with Mick drifting in and out of a doze while his partner took the wheel. Every so often a bump would jostle Mick awake, prompting a disoriented look around before remembering. He was himself again. Legs and all.

In the privacy of their own place, touch comes easier. Len helps him back to his cell and Mick leans into it, takes the help without having to put on any airs that he can handle being ripped apart and remade yet again. But there's a relief at being able to move only two feet and have a far easier time with his overall center of gravity that somehow made it all worthwhile.

He needs a hot shower and sleep. What he wants, on the other hand, is something more intimate. He wants to reach out, to touch and to see if his partner intended to make good on the promise behind that kiss they'd shared weeks ago.

As Mick levers himself down onto his bed, he catches Len's wrist before he can leave or find something else that he has to attend to.

"Stay."

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[icejacking]

Len can't help but to moan against Mick's length as he presses a finger into him nice and slow. He bobs his head and strokes up from the base towards his mouth, working him up gradually as Mick sets to opening him up with his hand. He has to stop at one point to catch his breath, belly lurching and thighs trembling when he massages against his prostate. He bows his head to pant and moan as he's stretched, hot tongue wrapped around his head. He manages to plunge Mick back into his mouth, sucking on him hard and lavishing his cock till he can't take it anymore.

Once Mick's got him good and relaxed he'll pull off, pushing at his hand and rocking his hips to break away from the other. He turns around so he can face Mick, straddling his hips once more to reach down and guide his cock to his waiting entrance. He gives the other a heated and blown look, gently rolling his hips and rubbing himself against the other to tease him. He grabs the lube to slick him up before slowly impaling himself on Mick's cock. His breath hitches and shudders, back arching as he stretches out his back to let the other watch as he rocks himself down to the base. Once seated he'll spread his hands out over Mick's belly to dig his fingers in and just give his body a minute to adjust to the way he's filled.

He leans down to kiss Mick, slow and hot, gradually deepening it before he starts thrusting. Just rocking his hips so they're fucking deep and easy, losing the space between where one starts and the other ends. He moans against his mouth, trembling softly with his arousal and excitement, completely and utterly coming undone on top of him. Finally. Finally they're getting the one thing they've both wanted for so long. It feels incredible and he's going to savor every minute of it. He's going to work Mick until the other can't see straight.

[bringstheheat]

His legs shift and twitch at the attention being lavished on him, trying so hard not to simply thrust up into that warm heat, the suction that's driving him out of his mind. He's careful with his work, taking his time and working Len open nice and easy. Mick has wanted this for so long, wanted him for so long.

The sight above him leaves Mick utterly breathless. His partner's lean body flushed and sheened with sweat as he slowly sinks down on him. Even his beloved fire isn't quite so hypnotic and his mouth falls open, panting and groaning as he sinks into warm slick heat.

"Jesus," he groans, reaching to tug at his wrists, the way that Len is hovering over him. God. It's so good, so perfect that he needs more. He needs to touch and taste as Len writhes over him. "Fuck. Fuck you're so good.. so good."

Broad arms wrap around him, meeting his lips and drinking in every wonderful, shivery sound as their bodies rock together.