Birthmarks
"You have so many fuckin' freckles."
"I know," Ian said, skin blushing ever-so-slightly under Mickey's gaze. "It's not like I can do anything about it," he said to the brunette as he turned to look at him properly in their bed. "At least they're not as bad as when I was a kid. I swear they've gotten lighter."
Mickey nodded. He remembered the boy from all those years ago with brown spots splattered all over his face, shoulders and back.
"Now it's like you have more than me."
Mickey was confused. "What?"
"Freckles. Yours are darker than mine."
"They are not."
"Yeah they are, Mick." Ian lifted a finger and gently ghosted it along Mickey's face. "I used to think you were just dirty but they're definitely freckles."
"Shut the fuck up, Gallagher," Mickey said to him, swatting Ian's hand away from his face.
Ian laughed, fully aware that his 'dirty' comment was what had pissed Mickey off.
"Don't worry, I think your freckles are sexy," he said with a smile, kissing Mickey's cheek right near his nose, where the freckles were the darkest. He trailed his kisses across the brunette's face, moving down gradually, licking and teasing and sucking all over his boyfriend's body until he reached Mickey's boxers.
"Almost as sexy as your birthmark," he whispered loud enough for Mickey to hear. Ian bypassed the area covered by Mickey's boxers, despite knowing how turned on the brunette was, and went even lower to Mickey's thigh. He kissed the brunette's inner thigh, adoring the birthmark he'd first seen there so many years ago. It hadn't changed, unlike the freckles. Mickey laughed as Ian continued gently sucking on the familiar spot.
"Stop fucking around and get to it, Firecrotch."
"Sure thing, boss," Ian said, pulling Mickey's boxers down with a grin.