{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]

That small and shy smile does absolute things to Mick and when he looks up as Leonard settles in his lap, the expression on Mick's face is nothing short of open adoration. Of want. He needs him more than anything else in his life. His arms slide around his waist as Lenny leans in to kiss him again, those quick and amazing fingers slipping along bare skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

When the kiss breaks he starts scattering warm kisses along Leonard's skin, across his collarbone, the side of his neck, a playful nip on his shoulder that is immediately soothed with a kiss. Slow and easy exploration, wanting to commit every inch of him to memory, wanting to hold on to these moments forever.

[notjustalostcause]

He tilts his head slightly to give Mick more room and free access to his neck, and there's an audible hitch in his breath when he finds a sensitive spot with his teeth. "Do that again," he mumbles, half-breathless.

[bringstheheat]

Oh.
Oh Mick likes that reaction and he grins at him, shifting to do it again, worry at the sensitive spot with his teeth before soothing it again with his lips.

His hands fall down to Lenny's hips, keeping him close as he kisses him, giving a slow and experimental roll with his hips, letting Lenny feel just how much he needs him, how much he wants this.

[notjustalostcause]

Truth told, it's the sharp, sudden bite that he likes more than the soothing of the action seconds later, but he isn't really complaining anyway.

There's nothing about this moment he doesn't like. The firm grip of Mick's fingers, the roll of Mick's hips against his, the heady feeling he gets from the friction that creates-- he lets out a soft whine and rolls his hips in response. "Mick," he mumbles in a drawn out kind of way that manages to put more syllables in his name than belong there, arms still looped around him as he nuzzles against his neck. He trailes kisses softly up to his ear, where he nips lightly. "More," he whispers breathily, "Show me more." He tugs on a fitful of Mick's hair, practically begging, "Please." He wants no question to exist here, he wants this, and he wants it with Mick, and now.

[bringstheheat]

The breathy voice in his ear, the desperate demand for more, the way he moves in his arms is going to completely wreck Mick before they even get completely naked. So he wraps him up tighter, shifting to put Lenny on the bed beneath him.

"I gotcha Lenny. I gotcha," he promises.

Mick moves over him, shifting to help his knees bracket his hips. Once Lenny is settled Mick can start working his way down his body, lips and hands and teeth mapping out every inch of him. Quick fingers undo the button on his jeans, dragging down his fly and sliding the last of his clothes off.

"Jesus," a choked sound as he takes in the sight of his partner bare and perfect and it's the most beautiful thing Mick has ever seen, more than fire itself.