Mick is fully ready to rein it in, to step back and take a cold shower or something to settle back down. Then Lenny is pressing in even closer and kissing him hungrily and his entire focus slips down to them, nothing else. Nothing else outside of this little room matters quite as much as Leonard in his arms.

A quick step-turn-drag and Mick has him pushed up against the wall, not so much as a breath of space between them. "Okay Lenny. Okay." And he will. He's gonna make it so very good for him. This is a matter of profound trust and Mick isn't going to screw this up.

He tips his head back, expression serious.
"If you wanna stop, you just say it."

The fingers that were just barely ghosting beneath his shirt shift upward now and Mick slides his hands up the long lines of his back, feeling warm skin and he groans into the next kiss.