God he looks so good.
The tiny flicker of his eyes doesn't go unnoticed and Mick is moving long before his brain can signal that maybe he shouldn't, he made him a promise and he'd fought hard to keep it. To be patient.

A hand slides up to cup his jaw and tug him into a soft, eager kiss. Just parted lips, nothing too intense.
It's everything that Mick thought it would be - and god knows he'd spent many a lonely night thinking about it.

Lenny.