{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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He leans up and kisses him, a soft, slow thing, lingering with the need to remind him that he's still the same person that Leonard fell so hard for years ago. He slides both hands up to cup his face in his hands, trying to convey what he feels through the touches his partner craves.

Eventually, his hands wander back down to the hem of his shirt, pushing the offending material out of the way. Once his shirt is discarded to the floor, Leonard takes in the sight of the marred skin. His arms saw the worst of it, but there's a map of scars down his chest and around his ribs, too. This is the closest and longest look he's had at the results of the control he lost all grip on; Mick hasn't really let him see before. He understands why, and he understands the re-gifted trust this places between them all over again.

Slender, nimble fingers trace the map of scars down his arm down toward his chest, careful to stay in the balance between gentle and pressure-- he'll won't hurt him, but Leonard refuses to treat Mick like he's breakable. He's anything but, and the lines tracing across his skin are just another piece to that story.

Mick's are different to Leonard's own scars, rough and raised against his skin in a sharp reminder of the very different ways they earned them.

After a moment, his gaze slides easily back to Mick's face. Nothing changes.

He kisses him again, fingertips of one hand on Mick's cheek, which eventually slide down and across his chest as Leonard moves to trail kisses across his jaw and down the side of Mick's neck. I love you. He makes sure to nip gently at his ear, always a little amused about how easily he can get reactions from that spot.

He inches down slowly, careful to take his time to follow the map against his ribs. Every part of you.

[bringstheheat]

These are the moments Mick wishes he could live in forever, moments when Leonard doesn't hesitate with touch, when he pours everything into those kisses that leave him breathless and reeling and those touches that sear and spark along his nerves.

Moments where there is no hesitation and zero doubt.

He doesn't flinch away from how Leonard looks over every scar, how his hands pass from mangled, knotted skin back to smooth and unmarred skin and back again. A firm touch that keeps Mick grounded like nothing else in the world ever can.

And when their eyes meet, it's an unspoken conversation, regret and sorrow evident in Mick's. He never should have lost control like that. Never should have hurt Lenny like that, or put him at such risk to save his ass.

For all the times Leonard used to wonder how he wound up deserving Mick, it's safe to say Mick has wondered the same thing.

Then there's a nip at his ear and an answering shudder as his arms clutch at his partner. "Lenny.." Oh god he loves him so much. Needs him. Needs this to feel whole again.

[mypriority]

When Mick's eyes, so full of regret, meet Leonard's own, he feels something twist in his chest and he wants to make all of that pain melt away. At least for tonight.

The nickname, which is rarely used these days, makes everything about this moment feel like a totally different time in their lives. And for now, he just allows himself to sink into that feeling, and lets it guide the easy way his fingers and mouth move across skin, both smooth and marked, to remind Mick that something as insignificant as this can't touch how he feels about him.