{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]

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.