Leonard isn't sure how, but somehow every single kiss is better and more charged and intense than the last, leaving Leonard no choice but to chase-- the feeling, Mick, both.
Especially when he started trying to move away. Not that he was doing that, exactly, and Leonard knew that on some level, but. Still. He's moving, away from the wall, toward the bed, and even someone as socially dense as Leonard, it isn't hard to figure out where this could go.
There's another swell of nerves that starts in his stomach and slowly reaches outstretched to touch every part of him, which only seems to make every touch more electric and addictive. Mick's fingers circle his wrist as he tugs him gently toward him and Leonard can't hide the awkward, almost shy look it earns him. Which feels stupid in its own way, but Leonard doesn't really care, because he knows he's safest with Mick than anywhere else in the world, and he trusts him more than anything. And with that comes an easier ability to be himself with him, even when that means feeling stupid and awkward.
He doesn't fight it, he leans into that gentle little tug on his wrist, climbing into Mick's lap, letting what feels right guide him more than actual thoughts because it's so much easier that way. Straddled in Mick's lap, Leonard kisses him again, one hand sliding up to twist fingers in Mick's hair while the other one continues the earlier travels across his chest, and moving up to his shoulders and just reaching for any inch of bare skin he can find.
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Especially when he started trying to move away. Not that he was doing that, exactly, and Leonard knew that on some level, but. Still. He's moving, away from the wall, toward the bed, and even someone as socially dense as Leonard, it isn't hard to figure out where this could go.
There's another swell of nerves that starts in his stomach and slowly reaches outstretched to touch every part of him, which only seems to make every touch more electric and addictive. Mick's fingers circle his wrist as he tugs him gently toward him and Leonard can't hide the awkward, almost shy look it earns him. Which feels stupid in its own way, but Leonard doesn't really care, because he knows he's safest with Mick than anywhere else in the world, and he trusts him more than anything. And with that comes an easier ability to be himself with him, even when that means feeling stupid and awkward.
He doesn't fight it, he leans into that gentle little tug on his wrist, climbing into Mick's lap, letting what feels right guide him more than actual thoughts because it's so much easier that way. Straddled in Mick's lap, Leonard kisses him again, one hand sliding up to twist fingers in Mick's hair while the other one continues the earlier travels across his chest, and moving up to his shoulders and just reaching for any inch of bare skin he can find.