"Mmm.. You're hair feels so nice." Ziggy would have spent longer on his hair but the guitarist was shifting to roll over. Ziggy gave him space to get comfortable.

Grinning with a smug mischief, Ziggy straddled Mick's waist, sitting right down on his crouch, a terrible tease he was as he leaned forward. His hands starting on the front of Mick's shoulders and down his biceps. He would definitely get to the good parts underneath him in time.