The breathy voice in his ear, the desperate demand for more, the way he moves in his arms is going to completely wreck Mick before they even get completely naked. So he wraps him up tighter, shifting to put Lenny on the bed beneath him.

"I gotcha Lenny. I gotcha," he promises.

Mick moves over him, shifting to help his knees bracket his hips. Once Lenny is settled Mick can start working his way down his body, lips and hands and teeth mapping out every inch of him. Quick fingers undo the button on his jeans, dragging down his fly and sliding the last of his clothes off.

"Jesus," a choked sound as he takes in the sight of his partner bare and perfect and it's the most beautiful thing Mick has ever seen, more than fire itself.