Mick understood quick enough that what Hartley seemed to need was someone who would do everything for him. Fortunately for Hartley, Mick loved being the horrible force that slammed down the too-good mind, like the hammer loved the nail.

Hartley's legs wrap around his waist. Mick rides against his friction harshly for a few pumps before Hartley says "Off".

It's then Mick pushes his pants off, and Hartley's too. He rides his thick cock up against the younger man's, fitting one hand between them to join them in a way that belies some experience.

"Fuck. You want me?" He pants, nuzzling up against a jaw, biting an ear. "Inside of you?"