Maybe this was exactly what he needed right now. His throat moved against Mick's hand as he swallowed, perhaps a little too into being held down like this, perhaps a little too into all of this. His legs had parted very readily, but they also wrapped around Mick's waist, making sure to keep him close and when he bucks his hips, they're at just the right angle for some friction.

Only when he felt Mick pull at his jeans did he relax his legs, moving them to help with that. No need for any clothes here. He pulled back from the kiss, tugging on Mick's shirt. "Off." Simple instruction, very clear. If that wasn't enough incentive, his hands pulling it up and his head dipping down so he could kiss his chest might help along.