{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]

"Not that weird," he answers. Mick would hold him like this forever if he could, stand between everything that tries to come at Lenny and kick it all back. Keep him safe. Anything so he could feel the warm press of his body beside him, watch those walls come down and just watch him be Lenny. The kid he fell for.

When Mick leans in for that kiss, he does it slow enough to give him plenty of time to call a halt to things. Nothing too intense this time, just a warm press of lips. Softer than what they had shared at the bar.

[notjustalostcause]

Leonard's pretty sure he's just being nice, because it's definitely weird, but he doesn't have time to think about it or say anything as Mick leans down and presses his lips to Leonard's. There's the slightest shock of hesitation before he sinks into it, leaning up to press closer.

[bringstheheat]

It's probably more a case of opinion - he doesn't seem to think it's weird because it's Leonard. He's got more quirks and hangups than most people, but he still means everything in the world to Mick. He keeps the kiss soft and easy, maybe parting his lips a little but holding back on deepening it for the moment.

God. He could die happy right here and now with Lenny in his arms, finally finally able to kiss him.

[notjustalostcause]

Leonard doesn't mind the careful, easy pace, but there's something about getting a taste of something you've never had before that makes you want to get a whole fill of it. He shifts and presses up into the kiss, a little more frenetic, letting what feels right guide him more than anything like his usual choice of logic.

Eventually, he has to pull away just to breathe, but he doesn't move far. He stays close and soaks up that warm, electric feeling he's come to sort of associate with Mick as much as anything else. "Can you...show me more?" he asks, still nearly breathless, but having no intention of being done with this new, wild sensation that's taken up residence in every nerve-ending he has.

[bringstheheat]

A smile against his lips as Mick loops his arms around his partner. "Yeah Lenny. Yeah I can."

Kisses that deepen in intensity, Mick pouring out ages of want and need into them. Touches that remain outside of clothing for now. Smoothing down his back and sides, up a leg or across a hip. Giving encouragement in the form of sounds and response when heistant hands start to touch him in return.

They won't go further tonight, not without clean clothes for both of them and Mick would rather not, thanks. So eventually they sit on the couch, still exchanging lazy kisses and touches, but far less frantic as they come down from the endorphin high.