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[ there's a quip resting on the tip of his tongue--careful, i might start thinking the wrong thing if you keep talking like that--and it would be in the usual vein of their repartee. but leonard swallows it down.

a little flame of pleasure lights beneath his sternum at mick's words. it banks the embers of his jealousy and spreads the kind of warmth through his veins that would leave him shaking if he were any less controlled. his fingers don't tremble, but when he peels his shirt off, it's a little too rushed to hide how much he wants this. wants mick above him and around him. wants mick to want him.

he curls a hand behind mick's neck and pulls him into another kiss. it's short but heated, and after, leonard presses open-mouthed kisses to mick's jaw and throat. ]

You really want me, Mick? [ he nips at mick's collarbone, just enough to sting. ] Convince me. Tell me how much. [ or show him. he's not too picky, he just craves the certainty and the thrill that either would bring. ]

I shouldn't have to convince you, you should know it.

[The words aren't said in a cocky way or with any bravado or judgement. It's not confrontation, just a statement. He knows that Leonard knows, just like Mick knows, but he also knows that sometimes it just has to be validated for him. And Mick is really happy to do that, no matter what protests he might make along the way. They were superficial really.

He moans lightly at the way Leonard toys with his neck, his jaw, planting small kisses not enough to get him anywhere but enough to drive him wild. He runs his hand down Leonard's side, idly tugging at his waistband but not making any real effort to move it down, just making it clear how much he can't wait to get those off.

Sliding back a little, he leans down and plants a few kisses on Leonard's chest, nothing big, nothing too dragged out, though he does find himself tempted and soon gives into the urge to mark Leonard. He leaves faint love bites on the paler patches of skin, leaning back to admire his handy work.]

Ain't no one in this world I want more than you. You got that?

[ he does know it. really, he does. there's a reason leonard puts up with mick's incessant drunken flirting. and why he's comfortable enough to take off his shirt without a second thought, even though he vastly prefers being covered throat to wrist to ankle, not a scar to be seen.

some scars don't leave any physical marks, though. and it's the ache of those scars occasionally flaring up that leaves him questioning. not seriously. not really. just... wondering somewhere in the back of his head why mick stays when he could be off with someone who doesn't run as hot and cold as leonard does.

he bites his lip around a muffled noise as mick marks him up. little bolts of pleasure zing along his skin wherever mick's mouth goes and his breath stutters. ]

Got it. [ he does.

he tilts his head back, baring his throat, and gives mick a smirk. ] Now the real question is how do you want me?

[Mick growls lightly, his lips still against Leonard's skin as he contemplated his next move. Mick didn't overthink anything, not really, but when he did think about things, it was usually exclusively things that included Leonard. And that's why, unlike 90% of situations, Mick took a moment to consider this.

Then he kisses a scar just to the side and pulls himself up a little, definitely going for his waistband now.]

You're so fucking handsome. It's ridiculous.

[He looks up at Leonard, clearly amused, a smirk on his face as he tugs down his pants and wordlessly gives the command for Leonard to lift his hips and play along.] I think given I was a massive drunken asshole yesterday, I owe you a little something. So why don't you just lie back, relax and let me handle this.

[Between this drunken weekend and the whole 'uno in the eye' incident, he kind of owed Leonard a little something.]

[ well. he's certainly not going to say no to that offer.

leonard reaches up and grabs the headboard as he lifts his hips up for mick, clearly showing off that 'fucking handsome' body of his. and, you know, giving mick easier access to all that skin. might as well make it easy for him to do whatever he wants, since it's clearly going to end well for leonard. ]

Don't forget the socks.

[ it's not the sexiest thing he could've said at that moment, but having sex with only socks on feels weird. ]

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