The pair of them rut together, enveloped in each others heat and consuming one another until Len has to break the kiss to breathe. He groans low with a particularly good thrust of Mick's hips and he'll spread long fingers down his back to grip the base of each wing firmly. He rolls into him a few more times, panting and rasping low before he can't take it anymore. His breeches are getting too uncomfortable for words and the clothes have got to go.

He gently pushes the half-dragon back, "let me get up a minute. I promise you won't regret it."

He peers up at him with a flush to his cheeks, he's very clearly aroused, "I need to get out of my clothes."

He doesn't really know what to do after that but skin on skin would be much better regardless of how this all ends.