"Please can we?" A kiss to try and chase away the doubts he sees starting to filter in. Lenny's always been fiddly when it comes to touch and Mick doesn't want to stop tonight. His eyes slip closed at the drag of fingers along his skin and he swallows, shifting his hand to ghost just beneath his shirt.
Touching bare skin.

Finally, finally touching him.
"Please Lenny," he murmurs. "I want to. But.. but only if you do too."