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

And Mick? Mick knows when he's being watched.
The same as he knows when Leonard needs touch and when he wants him to back of. He doesn't even have to glance back to catch him.

But to be difficult, he reaches down to scratch idly at his side, inching the towel down a little bit lower.

If Leonard is going to put him off, Mick is at least gonna make him see what it is he's missing out on.

He sees it, and if he weren't so distracted he might have had a chance to notice it was on purpose. But as it is, all he sees is the towel slipping further down and there isn't a coherent thought I. his head.

He wants to focus, but he has been working steadily on this for days and maybe a break isn't the worst idea.

It's not such a linear process in his head, though. Mostly it's abandoning his work on the table and moving the handful of steps across the room to where Mick is standing. No words, just skilled fingers sliding up his back to his shoulders and down his arms as his lips brush against neck.

And Mick hums at the touch, arching up into the press of fingertips along his back and his shoulders. A smile curls his lips as he's being touched. He does love it when he catches Snart staring and can make him react like this. A contented hum as he leans back into the touch.

"Mnh. You finally taking a break?"

"Mmm, yeah," he hums softly against his neck, moving to whisper against his ear. "decided...you were right." he sounds just as distracted as he was feeling sitting at the table, and as if to press the point he's making further he presses a kiss to a sensitive spot just under Mick's ear. "I need one," his words are more purred than spoken, and it's the last the he can string together for the time being.

He hands wander, slipping achingly slow down his sides, just enough pressure in his touch it won't tickle at all, but only just. A slow slide of his fingers against him until he reaches his hips. His fingers curl against the slight curve there. He stops the trail he's lead from his ear down his neck and across the top of his shoulder, a lingering sort of press of lips there before he hooks his chin over Mick's shoulder.

When he finally speaks again, his voice is low and thick. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?"

In this moment Mick could die a very happy man.
Sure it's a cliche most of the time but moments like this, when Leonard is lavishing him with affection and touch, the two things he craves more than fire, he'd live in moments like this if he could.

So he arches into his touch, does his damndest to commit it all to memory as he drinks in the way fingers skim across his skin, the way his lips find all the places that make Mick shudder with want.

"Lenny.."

God. He's drunk on touch alone at this point, ignoring the towel as it falls away and he turns to wrap his partner in his arms, kissing him hungrily. "Please. Please Lenny."

There's a surprised gasp when Mick turns and tugs him close. He grins before his partner's find his in the sort of kiss Leonard feels all the way down in his toes.

"No," he mumbles against Mick's lips, his hands sliding up the expanse of Mick's chest and looping loosely around his neck, "I'm taking my time with you," he nips lightly at Mick's bottom lip.

"C'mon," his hands slide away from Mick's neck and he links their fingers together. He walks backwards, pulling Mick with him into the living room, leaving the towel abandoned on the kitchen floor. The couch is a much better place for this, and once they reach it, he pushes Mick over the arm of the couch.

"I think..." he follows Mick down onto the couch, slowly crawling his way up Mick's body to hover above him for a moment. "it's time to see how many noises I can coax out of you." he grins and kisses him deeply.

And Mick goes willingly as he's tugged towards the couch and then dropped back on it with his partner crawling up his body like some kind of fucking dream. Smiling. Eager. Taking charge. God it's so good and he wraps his arms around him to return the kiss with equal fire, moving restlessly in his want. These days are rare and he's going to cherish every last moment of it, he's going to let Lenny have all the control he wants to wring whatever sounds he can from him.

And oh, the sounds that he elicits from Mick. He could listen to those all day. But eventually he gives in, and he lets his partner fall over the edge he'd been so precariously perched against.

Spent and sated, he curls up with Mick on the couch, his head pillowed on Mick's shoulder, still pressing lazy kisses against his neck.

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

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