{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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[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.