In this moment Mick could die a very happy man. Sure it's a cliche most of the time but moments like this, when Leonard is lavishing him with affection and touch, the two things he craves more than fire, he'd live in moments like this if he could.
So he arches into his touch, does his damndest to commit it all to memory as he drinks in the way fingers skim across his skin, the way his lips find all the places that make Mick shudder with want.
"Lenny.."
God. He's drunk on touch alone at this point, ignoring the towel as it falls away and he turns to wrap his partner in his arms, kissing him hungrily. "Please. Please Lenny."
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Sure it's a cliche most of the time but moments like this, when Leonard is lavishing him with affection and touch, the two things he craves more than fire, he'd live in moments like this if he could.
So he arches into his touch, does his damndest to commit it all to memory as he drinks in the way fingers skim across his skin, the way his lips find all the places that make Mick shudder with want.
"Lenny.."
God. He's drunk on touch alone at this point, ignoring the towel as it falls away and he turns to wrap his partner in his arms, kissing him hungrily. "Please. Please Lenny."