Me jumping on your dick the second you showed up in my house didn't clue you in enough?

[ spoken in a low mutter as his hands are pulling at ian's shirt, dragging it up over his head, because it's been a month for mickey and he has Needs, okay? ]

Relax, I'm fucking with you. [ another short kiss left on his lips, one more to his jaw, and mickey leaves a longer one at the side of his neck, sucking a bit at ian's pale skin to maybe leave a mark. ] If anyone knew, they didn't tell me. Good thinking on their part, too.

[ because he probably would've murdered or severely maimed them at that point in his life. ]