[ mickey's already watching ian's lips before he leans in to kiss him, body sinking in against him when their lips meet. deerington is a nightmare and it had been hell navigating it on his own, missing ian like an ache in his chest, and while he wouldn't wish this place on anyone, least of all ian, he can't say he isn't thrilled at finally having him close again. ]
Shoulda listened to the neighbors when they said them Gallagher boys were trouble.
[ said as his lips part, tongue slipping against ian's, as if mickey isn't by far the more frown upon one by society in general. his hands smooth up ian's chest, one finding his side to rest over his ribs, and the other brushing fingertips along the side of his neck. the touch is soft and affectionate in a way no one else he knows besides Ian (or Mandy) would ever believe mickey to be, but that's all part of being with ian. it's letting go of all the stupid rules and consequences and narratives inside his head and just asking for what he truly wants. no one else makes him feel real and free like ian gallagher does. ]
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Shoulda listened to the neighbors when they said them Gallagher boys were trouble.
[ said as his lips part, tongue slipping against ian's, as if mickey isn't by far the more frown upon one by society in general. his hands smooth up ian's chest, one finding his side to rest over his ribs, and the other brushing fingertips along the side of his neck. the touch is soft and affectionate in a way no one else he knows besides Ian (or Mandy) would ever believe mickey to be, but that's all part of being with ian. it's letting go of all the stupid rules and consequences and narratives inside his head and just asking for what he truly wants. no one else makes him feel real and free like ian gallagher does. ]