Crime Husbands Doing Crime

[torridness]

The nice thing about living in a city with some incredibly wealthy idiots is that when they go on vacation, it opens up a vacation spot for Mick and Len in their empty mansion. The moment they'd gotten in, they'd explored the place. Mick's clothes are lying on the floor of the master bath, because he's found a silky floral robe that probably costs more than the last car he stole.

It's once he's traipsing around in the robe that he sees the fully stocked bar. "Bingo."

He'll just busy himself skimming labels as the glass gently clinks together. "Even if there's no food, we got drinks!"

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[torridness]

"Too small." He growls. Len can joke all he wants, but Mick's not afraid of soft clothes. The robe itself is all silky and cool on his skin. It feels nice when he's so used to worn shirts and layers over layers. Breezy.

"Worth checking locked desk drawers, too." If nothing else, Mick enjoys the voyeuristic side of seeing what people lock away. Sometimes it's even worth something, but even if it isn't, Mick's pretty sure rich people have the weirdest shit.