He would never give Mick the satisfaction of outright admitting it, but he loves this game of denial that he plays on night like this, taking his time to hit every single hot spot he knows Leonard has. It drives him absolutely insane in the best way, in a way no one else would ever be able to touch.

No one can make Leonard Snart beg for anything the way Mick can.

"God, Mick, come on..." his voice is thick and wavers with the need for release that keeps being denied, still trying desperstely to cling to even an ounce of control he may have left, to not give in and give Mick the begging Leonard knows he's going for. He bites his lip, hard, to keep the errant nearly-spoken 'Please' from actually slipping out.