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Ricky laughed, a momentary fleeting in his chest, and wrapped one of Mim’s legs around his waist for the extra support. He may be able to carry the kid, it didn’t mean he was necessarily good at it. But he managed to reach his room, thankful the door was ajar and nudging it further open with a small kick. To close it, he pushed the brunette up against the wooden frame firmly and immediately ducked his head to his neck - small, sharp kisses and nips left on ivory skin.
Mim laughed as well, but when he was pushed against the door he gasped for air at the sudden rush of desire in his body. His hands traced along Ricky’s back up to the back of his head, slowly, he ran his hands through Ricky’s hair. His breathing quickened, and he held back a moan.
If there was one thing he needed after a night with Nick, it was to feel like the dominant one again. And with Mim’s fingers gently gliding over him, it felt good to say the least. Ricky grinned as he nibbled lightly between jawline and ear, the hands on his hips clutching a little tighter.
Mim closed his eyes halfway, letting his fingers brush through Ricky’s red locks once more. Honestly, he loved the feeling, and he’d never been with a redhead before. Ricky’s lovebites made his heart race, and he felt pressure build in his pants.
The shifter bit down, pulling gently with sharp little teeth on the skin of his neck, before letting go and pulling back. His arms were beginning to shake just a fraction from holding Mim up for so long, not to mention the swelling, familiar sense of lust, and with the bed a few steps behind them Ricky was more than a little eager to get started.
With a carefully placed groan behind his words, he asked, “So how do you want to do this…?”
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The redhead ducked down to Mim’s level, looking him in the eye and brushing his lips as he spoke quietly. “Remind me about the first one for next time then.”
There was sudden movement, a slight strain, and Ricky was lifting him into his chest. One arm wrapped around his back, holding onto his hair, and the other tightly locked to his hips. Nose rubbing against the younger teen’s, the redhead held him in close. “You alright there?”
Mim felt his heartbeat increase at Ricky’s closeness, and he gently wrapped his arms around his neck with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m alright.” He couldn’t recall last time someone had carried him like this, and it made him excited and embarrassed at the same time. So, not a completely unpleasant emotion. Cosy, may be the better was to describe it. He nuzzled into his neck lovingly.
Ricky laughed, a momentary fleeting in his chest, and wrapped one of Mim’s legs around his waist for the extra support. He may be able to carry the kid, it didn’t mean he was necessarily good at it. But he managed to reach his room, thankful the door was ajar and nudging it further open with a small kick. To close it, he pushed the brunette up against the wooden frame firmly and immediately ducked his head to his neck - small, sharp kisses and nips left on ivory skin.
Mim laughed as well, but when he was pushed against the door he gasped for air at the sudden rush of desire in his body. His hands traced along Ricky’s back up to the back of his head, slowly, he ran his hands through Ricky’s hair. His breathing quickened, and he held back a moan.
If there was one thing he needed after a night with Nick, it was to feel like the dominant one again. And with Mim’s fingers gently gliding over him, it felt good to say the least. Ricky grinned as he nibbled lightly between jawline and ear, the hands on his hips clutching a little tighter.
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When he pulled back, Ricky snickered and moved around the counter. Crap, he was cute. One hand slowly touching the brunette’s pointed chin, he smiled at Mim and waited for him to collect his breath. “So, kinky sex on the kitchen floor or comfy fucking on my bed?”
Mim smirked, but there was an eager blush on his cheeks. “Even though the former sounds tempting, I think it’s best to find a more private place. The paranoia of your siblings or mom walking in on us would kill me.”
The redhead ducked down to Mim’s level, looking him in the eye and brushing his lips as he spoke quietly. “Remind me about the first one for next time then.”
There was sudden movement, a slight strain, and Ricky was lifting him into his chest. One arm wrapped around his back, holding onto his hair, and the other tightly locked to his hips. Nose rubbing against the younger teen’s, the redhead held him in close. “You alright there?”
Mim felt his heartbeat increase at Ricky’s closeness, and he gently wrapped his arms around his neck with a small smile. “Yeah, I’m alright.” He couldn’t recall last time someone had carried him like this, and it made him excited and embarrassed at the same time. So, not a completely unpleasant emotion. Cosy, may be the better was to describe it. He nuzzled into his neck lovingly.
Ricky laughed, a momentary fleeting in his chest, and wrapped one of Mim’s legs around his waist for the extra support. He may be able to carry the kid, it didn’t mean he was necessarily good at it. But he managed to reach his room, thankful the door was ajar and nudging it further open with a small kick. To close it, he pushed the brunette up against the wooden frame firmly and immediately ducked his head to his neck - small, sharp kisses and nips left on ivory skin.
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The kiss connected and deepened, the redhead turning his head slightly so that they could fit each other properly. Breath and skin mingled and that urge to rip off each other’s clothes began to spark. Probably due to the taste of Red Bull that remained on Mim’s lip as he sucked the bottom pout carefully.
Only a few second into the kiss, Mim closed his eyes. Damn was Ricky good at kissing, probably the best kisser he’d ever known. It came to a point where he almost forgot to breathe, and he had to pull away slightly to take a deep breath.
When he pulled back, Ricky snickered and moved around the counter. Crap, he was cute. One hand slowly touching the brunette’s pointed chin, he smiled at Mim and waited for him to collect his breath. “So, kinky sex on the kitchen floor or comfy fucking on my bed?”
Mim smirked, but there was an eager blush on his cheeks. “Even though the former sounds tempting, I think it’s best to find a more private place. The paranoia of your siblings or mom walking in on us would kill me.”
The redhead ducked down to Mim’s level, looking him in the eye and brushing his lips as he spoke quietly. “Remind me about the first one for next time then.”
There was sudden movement, a slight strain, and Ricky was lifting him into his chest. One arm wrapped around his back, holding onto his hair, and the other tightly locked to his hips. Nose rubbing against the younger teen’s, the redhead held him in close. “You alright there?”
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Mim chuckled, and moved slightly closer as well. “Caught me.” He teased back.
Taking the initiative, Ricky leaned over the slim counter as far as he could and lightly skimmed his lips across the boy’s. A little difficult and his feet nearly off the floor, but it worked. A light, brushing kiss that made his lips curve in satisfaction, he whispered through the touch of skin: “So happy you dropped by…”
“Me too.” Mim spoke just as softly, as he moved closer for a real kiss.
The kiss connected and deepened, the redhead turning his head slightly so that they could fit each other properly. Breath and skin mingled and that urge to rip off each other’s clothes began to spark. Probably due to the taste of Red Bull that remained on Mim’s lip as he sucked the bottom pout carefully.
Only a few second into the kiss, Mim closed his eyes. Damn was Ricky good at kissing, probably the best kisser he’d ever known. It came to a point where he almost forgot to breathe, and he had to pull away slightly to take a deep breath.
When he pulled back, Ricky snickered and moved around the counter. Crap, he was cute. One hand slowly touching the brunette’s pointed chin, he smiled at Mim and waited for him to collect his breath. “So, kinky sex on the kitchen floor or comfy fucking on my bed?”
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Mim shook his head at Ricky’s eagerness, but he returned the smile. “You just wanna cut right to the chase, don’t you?”
He grinned, if slightly sheepishly, and leaned forward. “Caught me.” He lowered his voice just enough to be flirty while still keeping as blunt as ever. “But admit it: there’s only one reason why you called me and not one of your million dignified friends.”
Mim chuckled, and moved slightly closer as well. “Caught me.” He teased back.
Taking the initiative, Ricky leaned over the slim counter as far as he could and lightly skimmed his lips across the boy’s. A little difficult and his feet nearly off the floor, but it worked. A light, brushing kiss that made his lips curve in satisfaction, he whispered through the touch of skin: “So happy you dropped by…”
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Mim had to smile at that. “I guess that’s a nice conclusion.” He laughed.
The redhead snickered, scratching briefly at his bed-hair before resting once again on his pointed elbows. “Little slice of Barter philosophy…”
Realising that they were drifting off the much, much more interesting subject, Ricky looked up from under wry eyebrows with a devilish smile. “So what was it that you were suggesting before you suddenly became interested in the human freakshow…?”
Mim shook his head at Ricky’s eagerness, but he returned the smile. “You just wanna cut right to the chase, don’t you?”
He grinned, if slightly sheepishly, and leaned forward. “Caught me.” He lowered his voice just enough to be flirty while still keeping as blunt as ever. “But admit it: there’s only one reason why you called me and not one of your million dignified friends.”
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Mim seemed thoughtful a moment. It wasn’t all too shocking, considering he was kind of used to hearing weird stories about his dad’s… colleagues. “And you don’t know who that guy was? Or why he did it?” Mim hoped that he didn’t sound too curious - even though he was.
Ricky shrugged it off casually. “No idea.” Curiosity wasn’t the much of an issue. After all, for a good half a week after that when he was still somewhat cautioned and testing his abilities he was paranoid about why he had them. But… “After a while, I just decided to accept the fact that I was a badass and just lived with it. Nothing’s gone wrong with it, so why should I worry?”
Mim had to smile at that. “I guess that’s a nice conclusion.” He laughed.
The redhead snickered, scratching briefly at his bed-hair before resting once again on his pointed elbows. “Little slice of Barter philosophy…”
Realising that they were drifting off the much, much more interesting subject, Ricky looked up from under wry eyebrows with a devilish smile. “So what was it that you were suggesting before you suddenly became interested in the human freakshow…?”
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At first, Mim was a bit taken aback by the nickname, as not many people called him that. But he got over it quickly. “Don’t act like you don’t know.” He smirked, feeling a pleasant tingle in his chest. “Although,” He pondered, crossing his arms in thought. “I should probably ask about the whole shape-shifting-thing, since you didn’t exactly explain it very well last time we met.”
Ricky’s smile fell a good inch, tossing over wether or not to go into it. As much as he loved to show off his powers, he wasn’t entirely keen on getting into the backstory. Thinking it over, he decided to indulge in a few extra details. Hey, he was getting laid by the end of the night. He could spare a few stories.
“Well, shit hit the fan at home, so I started spending a lot of time in the club district. Lost my virginity at long-fucking-last, got completely drunk and played around with drugs. Finally, some guy slipped me something and my reckless ways caught up. Blacked out. Can’t remember a thing. Woke up with a tattoo and ability to be the ultimate man-whore.”
And so the grin returned. “Still reckless,” he said quickly with that familiar sense of pride. “But at least I know what I’m getting myself into.”
Mim seemed thoughtful a moment. It wasn’t all too shocking, considering he was kind of used to hearing weird stories about his dad’s… colleagues. “And you don’t know who that guy was? Or why he did it?” Mim hoped that he didn’t sound too curious - even though he was.
Ricky shrugged it off casually. “No idea.” Curiosity wasn’t the much of an issue. After all, for a good half a week after that when he was still somewhat cautioned and testing his abilities he was paranoid about why he had them. But… “After a while, I just decided to accept the fact that I was a badass and just lived with it. Nothing’s gone wrong with it, so why should I worry?”
