Lips landed on his neck and Mick rumbles a little, soft, before the request comes to bring on the heat. It's not hard for him then. He spreads Hartley's legs like he belongs there, and fits there, so hot and burning over his torso. He has a hand around Hartley's throat, trying to press him back.

Mick kisses him. He likes that part too and it's heated. The younger man is good at it; he moans quietly into his mouth even as he tries to force him down, force him back into himself, but he's not so stubborn he doesn't give way to Hartley a little. His hands go everywhere, riding up against skinny thighs and hips and a ribcage. Damn, he's a little livewire, isn't he? Mick sinks his teeth sweetly into that lower lip even as he scrapes blunt fingers agains Hartley's thighs, trying to drag the fabric with his touch down to the younger man's knees.