{I might be lost, but I'm not a lost cause

[myheadisaprison]

PSL with bringstheheat
Pre-canon things, teen things, etc...

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[bringstheheat]

Leonard doesn't bend or break easily, even when it's something as simple as this. Teeth grazing skin, fingers tracing the curve of a shoulder or the hollow of a hip. Oh he doesn't give easily but Mick is relentless in his onslaught, finding each and every one of his hot spots and working them until he's a damned wreck.

A smug almost-smile pressed into skin.
"Not yet Lenny."

Not until he gives in. Not until he begs.

[mypriority]

The rumble of his voice against too-sensitive skin shudders down his spine, a moan escaping from somewhere deep in his throat. "Nngh...I hate you," but it's said through grit teeth and an amused scoff that's far more telling of the lie that it is than making it anything like believable.

He's been living teetering on this edge for what feels like ages, and he can't stand it anymore with Mick doing that thing with his tongue. Blunt nails dig into Mick's shoulder as he finally gives in, "Fuck... Mick, please." He punctuates the point with a bite to that spot on Mick's neck that always gets him good results.

[bringstheheat]

Mick only rumbles out a laugh in response, "Sure you do, Lenny." He's drunk on touch and on every sound he can wring out of his partner tonight and it really doesn't get much better than this.

Then he breaks, he pleads and follows it up with a sharp bite of teeth that send bolts of pleasure right through Mick. He kisses him again, slowly. Easing them both down at least a little bit. "I've got you Lenny."

And he does.
They move together this time, both of them riding that edge for as long as possible until they crash and break into one another. Collapsing in a satisfied and boneless tangle of limbs.

Mick draws him close, lips at his temple as he remembers how to breathe again.
Lenny.
Mine.

[mypriority]

Finally, finally being granted the release he's been teased with for so long is a flood of the kind of relief that leaves him trembling and boneless in its aftermath.

He's little more than a useless pile of too-sensitive skin and jello-bones as he curls around Mick, clinging to him just to stay upright. "Jesusfuck, Mick..." He mutters breathlessly.

And then there's a beat.
And a smirk.
And he lifts his head, eyes alive with mischief. "Maybe I should let marks get handsy with me more often."