ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.

[coincidents]

( flash muse )

( open post )


① pick a muse. ② pic prompt / texting / sexting / etc. ③ ??? ④ profit.

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[arsoning]

[ mick is the antithesis to len — he always has been, even before the accident, before the fire swallowed him up and singed whatever part of his brain that might have still been sane. but it isn't his sanity so much as his wild abandon that remains the most dangerous part of who he is. just as len is cold and calculating, mick is ferocious, unpredictable. they shouldn't go together, but they do. they keep each other in check, knowing the consequences of an untended flame or an unrelenting cold. ]

[ death is what would be in store for them, if they didn't play this game of checks and balances — and mick isn't fond of dying. at least not before he's seen this through. he doesn't give a damn about whether he becomes a legend, whether any of them do; so long as there's still a future worth stealing from, it's a future worth fighting for. ]

[ len hates the heat, he knows that. he knows it as well as he knows his own impulses, his own need to see everything around him burn, in one way or another. but for as many bridges as he's burned in the past, len's included, he's never been able to get rid of him, to watch him crumble to ash and see him float away with the wind. in whatever twisted sense of irony, len is the only person mick can't burn. he's persistent like that, resistant to the heat and anger and volatility mick possesses. that, or he's damn good at pretending. it's impossible to read him; mick doesn't try anymore. ]

[ no one asks why they head to the same room. it isn't out of place, them always being together, and it isn't anyone else's place to care what they do in their free time, so long as it's on the ship. the pretty one — also known as the stupid one — gives them a look, somewhere between curiosity and jealousy. what ray thinks is inconsequential, but mick grins wolfishly and winks at him, anyway, just to watch the heat rise to his face as they round opposite corners. mick has never been particularly concerned with hiding his intent, after all. ]

[ the intent couldn't be any more obvious now, his fingers slick and surrounded by len's inner heat — a heat his cock craves more than anything, which is evident by the hardness against len's thigh. they don't do gentle, but mick has enough respect for len not to fuck him dry. he juts against len's backside, dragging his teeth over the ridge of len's shoulder as he works him open, erratically but not without skill. his voice is a grumble, as it always is, like two flint stones being knocked together until they spark. ]

And you call me impatient. [ his breath is hot against len's ear now, his fingers removed. then, in an impossibly low voice, ] I know you love the heat when I'm fucking you, the burn. [ he grabs a handful of len's ass, blunt nails digging against flesh hard — then he slaps it, without a second thought, and revels at the redness that marks it. ] Isn't that what you want, Lenny? You want me to make you burn. [ and it's not a question, because he already knows the answer. ]

terrible pun time

[ceald]

( mick is the antithesis to len, but he's also his partner and together, they manage to strike a balance between burning too hot or freezing entirely. it's not some yin and yang bullshit, no matter what anyone might think. they compliment each other, but it isn't all natural inclination and easy fit; it's work and it's compromises and it's a fine balance that they manage to maintain.

it takes effort, but it's worth it because they push each other, because they're a good team, better criminals together than they could be apart.

plus, there's this. and yeah — len could find this somewhere else, and so could mick. len could bury himself in sara's undoubtedly tight cunt, or he could hire a whore and be done with it. he could do that even with mick still here, even without breaking their partnership, and yet here they are. if asked, len would say that it's a matter of convenience and preference; it isn't untruthful to say either. it just doesn't give enough credit to the things the rumble of mick's voice does to his insides, or how the teeth on his shoulder make him shudder, how he wants to punch mick and urge him on in equal measure. if there is anyone who can make him feel hot and bothered without len feeling out of control and threatened, it's mick, and that shouldn't make sense, but it does.

so he pushes back into mick's touch, setting his teeth against the sting of the flat of mick's hand against his ass lest he moan, and grits out - ) You're full of yourself, when really, I should be full of you already.