( it isn't a heist of their choosing, but it is a heist — even if most of what they stole were artefacts the captain believes will aid them in his quest against vandal savage. even if len still doesn't like the captain and doesn't trust him because he has proven that he considers each of them expendable, not equal members of a team but pawns to push around on a chess board, a heist is a heist is a heist, and this one has gone off perfectly, perhaps because it had been len and mick running the show, perhaps because for once, their expertise was not only needed but not questioned.
there's something about pulling it off. for len, it's cold calculation, running the numbers and possibilities in his head, keeping time constantly, and it leaves his mind exhausted and wide open both at the same time, hyperfocused and extended. it's a great feeling, and paired with adrenaline and success, it's an all too addictive cocktail.
for mick — well, len knows it gets him hot.
len doesn't like heat. more than that, he despises it — but there are some forms of it that he finds tolerable, and the way mick burns is one of them. he knows mick knows it, because this isn't the first time they've done it, not by a long stretch of the imagination. they're partners and that involves blowing off steam and burning off excess adrenaline, too. with anyone else, len might have preferred to cool it, to freeze them out, but mick is who he is, and len trusts him, in as much as he trusts anyone.
so here they are, back on the ship with the artefacts safely stowed away, with mick biting at len's neck and shoulder while he pushes thick fingers deep inside him. )
Do get on with it. ( len forces the words out in between pressed breaths, and it's a struggle to keep his voice sounding unaffected and unbothered, not to let mick's heat affect him. it's a struggle, especially when mick crooks his fingers just so, pleasure shooting up his spine and making his cock jerk where it hangs heavy between his legs. )
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( it isn't a heist of their choosing, but it is a heist — even if most of what they stole were artefacts the captain believes will aid them in his quest against vandal savage. even if len still doesn't like the captain and doesn't trust him because he has proven that he considers each of them expendable, not equal members of a team but pawns to push around on a chess board, a heist is a heist is a heist, and this one has gone off perfectly, perhaps because it had been len and mick running the show, perhaps because for once, their expertise was not only needed but not questioned.
there's something about pulling it off. for len, it's cold calculation, running the numbers and possibilities in his head, keeping time constantly, and it leaves his mind exhausted and wide open both at the same time, hyperfocused and extended. it's a great feeling, and paired with adrenaline and success, it's an all too addictive cocktail.
for mick — well, len knows it gets him hot.
len doesn't like heat. more than that, he despises it — but there are some forms of it that he finds tolerable, and the way mick burns is one of them. he knows mick knows it, because this isn't the first time they've done it, not by a long stretch of the imagination. they're partners and that involves blowing off steam and burning off excess adrenaline, too. with anyone else, len might have preferred to cool it, to freeze them out, but mick is who he is, and len trusts him, in as much as he trusts anyone.
so here they are, back on the ship with the artefacts safely stowed away, with mick biting at len's neck and shoulder while he pushes thick fingers deep inside him. )
Do get on with it. ( len forces the words out in between pressed breaths, and it's a struggle to keep his voice sounding unaffected and unbothered, not to let mick's heat affect him. it's a struggle, especially when mick crooks his fingers just so, pleasure shooting up his spine and making his cock jerk where it hangs heavy between his legs. )