Micah inched closer without being asked to or pulled in, he moved until his body pressed up against Skoll’s which was unfortunately chained but in the moment it didn’t matter. Skoll’s words was all he needed for approval, his arms instantly wrapping themselves around the boys and pulling him against his body to feel his heart beating so loud, he could’ve been fooled it was in his own chest. Words weren’t important, nothing seemed to matter and every thought he had in his mind vanished the second his lips touched Skoll’s only to come rushing back when they pulled away from even a second. He needed Skoll, his body begged for the boy. His lips nipped at every inch of his, his neck arched to allow Skoll’s warm lips to leave a trail of kisses down his neck as his hands tugged themselves in the boy’s curls and his hips bucked against the others in a small manner of teasing. Nothing about this jail cell was private, anyone could watch but all he could do was hope no one would know, or that no one would care because his body ached for Skoll’s in a matter it never had before.
There was no-one to watch them but the shadows, and Skoll had learnt the hard way that the jail cells might as well be soundproof for all the good that making a noise would do when you were in trouble, or scared, or even just lonely. So he didn’t bother holding back the moan that hummed through him and onto Micah’s skin as he bit and sucked his marks onto the other, tenderly, like he was worshipping every inch of him. His chains clinked at his sides as his hands strained to hold the other, but eventually he just settled for letting his mouth show Micah how much he had missed him, and he used his teeth to prise open the top button of his shirt. “What do you want from me?” Skoll breathed up to him, light eyes meeting dark. “Tell me what you need, Micah.”
