@ninety-ninetyfive for micky
Resistance isn’t even a thought, never really is his initial reaction anyways, particularly so when he’s been drinking. Sure, it might have only been a couple beers, still early into his evening, but flinching away from someone touching him isn’t his style. Nope. Not from the guy who would prefer a world where kissing wasn’t something only reserved for couples. Actually, his only complaint for the nice gesture is that it was so short and chaste. And after he’d started to close his eyes into it too.Â
So, after glancing up at the mistletoe that’s pointed out to him (because it seems like most people really need a reason to kiss), he looks back at the other, not caring that he’s staring at Micky’s mouth pointedly before leaning in and delivering a kiss of his own. He angles this one in, so he can get a little leverage for his tongue that slips into the other man’s mouth and invites itself on in, not at all worried about anyone who might see.Â
Pulling away, he pats a hand on the other’s shoulder, a pleased smile spreading out over his face.
“Happy early new year~” he says, before starting to saunter off to get himself another drink.Â













