{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]

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."