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Time, time, time
See what’s become of me..
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The seasons were changing, like they do every year. It seems to be the only consistent thing left in the world in Leon’s eyes.
The summer warmth started to turn into cool fall, tree’s turning into a mosaic of reds, browns and orange. August faded into September, and bled into early then late October, the evening skies clear and filling the night with a pleasant chill.
Before Raccoon City, Leon would’ve said fall was his favorite, he enjoyed the festive atmosphere and the days leading up to Halloween. Even enjoyed watching horror movies back in the academy with his few friends he had, commentating on how unrealistic they were, especially when the protagonist did something utterly stupid that got them chased by the killer.
But now, seven years after the events of Raccoon City, and a year after Spain and Los Illuminados, it’s not the same.
He still finds comfort in the season, but he can’t watch a horror movie without extreme paranoia, and refuses to watch anything with the undead in it, the fear of all the memories flooding back to him.
The one thing he still finds joy in is seeing the excitement of children about Halloween, sometimes giving a small smile to himself when he hears them begging for a certain costume or candy to their parents when he’s at the store, or out shopping.
He always had a soft spot for children. He learned that after Sherry. He was lucky enough to spend Halloween with her. He bought her a giant bag of candy that night, the two of them sitting in their hotel room watching cheesy movies, late into the night before she drifted off to sleep against Leon’s shoulder. That was two months before the government took the child away from him, two months before the last ray of light in his life was ripped away. He always wanted to be a dad..
Ashley insists he comes to a party she’s throwing, perhaps he will, but right now, he’s in New York for official business, alongside Luis, sent on a domestic mission for a possible rogue sample of a virus.
After Spain, he was surprised with a phone call from an anonymous number. He was even more shocked to hear Ada’s voice, simply telling him the location of a hospital, and telling him to thank her later, then hanging up before he could even formulate a response to her words.
He was even more surprised to find Luis in said hospital, recovering from the stab wound.
Higher-ups in the government intended on prosecuting the man for his previous crimes, but Leon and Ashley vehemently defended him, insisting he would be more valuable not locked up.
A deal was made that Luis would serve “community service”, which was a kind way of saying the government owned his ass now, just like they practically owned Leon.
The agreement was that he would research the viruses and come up with cures, and was “assigned” Leon to basically be his guard. Which was also a fancy way of the government telling Leon “keep an eye on him, and make sure he doesn’t screw us over.”
But he had grown attached to the Spaniard. He became used to the banter and non-serious arguments between each other, how easily the two of them were able to fall into a routine, even a few small missions they were sent on together in the last year, the two of them worked fluidly in a fight, watching each other's backs.
At home they even had a routine. Luis was appalled when he first started living with Leon, nearly shrieking when he opened the fridge and cabinets to find an alarming lack of food.
Since then, Luis always controlled the kitchen and groceries, in turn, Leon handled the cleaning around their shared apartment. He made sure they had clean bed sheets every week, dusting and cleaning the variety of trinkets and decor Luis had bought to liven up their shared living space.
It was mutually beneficial. Luis had someone sticking by him, giving a chance for him to make up for his past mistakes, and Leon had a grounding force for his dark moments. When he noticed the blonde was in a rut, Luis would cook his favorite meal, and the two of them would sit on the sofa, the window open to let in the ambience of downtown DC, a movie playing in the background while Leon drank, and Luis smoked, sometimes the both of them indulging in more.. relaxing substances.
After everything the two of them endured, a bit of weed was the least of their issues.
And so what if sometimes Leon woke up on the couch, against Luis’s chest, the floaty feeling from their highs still in his system, unable to control the small blush against his cheeks.
It was his business that the hoarse morning voice Luis always gave him made him feel things, made his brain short circuit and his pussy throb.
And nobody had to know Leon would rub one out when Luis was gone, wishing they fell asleep naked and in his bed, instead of fully clothed on their couch.
This night, the two of them were making their way down 34th street, trying to find their way back to their hotel, the mission having been a false alarm, leaving the both of them in an aggravated mood.
Both of them were tired, hungry and simply wanted to lay down and enjoy a bit of silence.
“Hey Sancho, I really do enjoy the little adventure we had tonight, but where the fuck are we?”
Luis looked around at the flurry of people and lights around him, walking next to Leon, who looked down at a map he was holding.
“Map says this place is called Herald Square. The hotel shouldn’t be too much farther.”
A particular strong gust of wind hit, causing the both of them to shiver slightly, wrapping themselves tighter in their jackets.
Both of them wore coats, Luis’s a sleek maroon leather, and Leon’s a more simple black fabric, the same material of the jacket he lost back in Spain.
Leon’s hair got a bit longer, and he had grown a bit of facial hair, courtesy of Luis literally hiding their razors when he saw Leon with a bit of stubble, insisting he didn’t shave it off.
Luis’s hair was longer too, now reaching his shoulders. He wore it tied back in a low ponytail, and he wore glasses now too, which made Leon’s heart flutter whenever he’d push them back up his nose with his finger, and turn to give the blonde that signature smirk.
Sometimes it made Leon jealous how good Luis looked, how whenever the two of them would go out to bars together, he’d see men and women flirt with the Spaniard, batting their lashes and swaying their hips, seduction heavy in their voices.
Leon never considered himself particularly handsome, and was told by Ashley he’s oblivious to people flirting with him.
He simply wasn’t very interested. He had his share of one night stands, but ever since Spain, the appeal was gone.
He denied that he was growing fond of Luis. The last time he fell for someone, it was Ada, and he still grimaces at the memory of it. How he woke up after being shot to her coat draped over him, their kiss in the train, her betrayal, his scream when she slipped out of his grasp and fell to what he thought was her death at the time.
He still couldn’t hate the woman though, she had saved his ass on multiple occasions. There was a part of him that would always love her and see the good in her, even if she denied it.
But what he felt for Luis was different. It was intense, it made him feel like a nervous teenager again, watching his crush from across the room.
It made his heart rush whenever they were too close, and made him writhe with jealousy whenever he would come home and see a pair of shoes he didn’t recognize at their front door, knowing it means Luis brought a person home from a bar for the night.
There was a hand on his shoulder, and he turned to see Luis motion for the blonde to follow him.
They found a small side area and Luis pulled out his lighter, to which Leon rolled his eyes. He watched as Luis lit his cigarette and took a long drag, his body relaxing as he accepted the sweet debaucherous smoke into his body.
He saw Luis fumble around with the messenger bag he had with him, and pulled out a Polaroid camera.
The last few months, Luis took an interest in photography as a hobby, insisting he was well rounded and not just a massive science nerd.
He would bring the camera with him to the cities and states they traveled to, snapping a few photos of places that caught his eye.
He angled the camera just the right way and snapped a photo of the bustling square, Leon almost entranced at the way the neon lights illuminated the brunette’s face.
He almost didn’t notice when Luis tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
“Oye! You with me?”
Leon was pulled from his thoughts, giving an absent nod.
He watched as Luis smirked and leaned against a lamppost, taking another puff of his cigarette.
He looked so good under all the lights like this, completely in the element. Glasses low against the bridge of his nose, hair tied back and lightly swaying with the wind, almost lost in his thoughts.
Leon discreetly grabbed the camera, while there was a small break in the crowd of people, aiming at Luis and snapping a picture, smirking as the man turned to him with a look of shock.
“Did you just take a picture of me?”
Luis stamped out his cigarette, raising a brow and giving Leon a playful smirk.
“It was a good shot. I thought you’d appreciate it.”
Luis walked over and looked at the picture as it processed, giving a chuckle at the shot.
“You’re a natural! Maybe you can finally get a hobby!”
Leon rolled his eyes and shoved the camera and photo back into Luis’s hands, who was struggling to put them both into the bag as he tried to keep up with the blonde.
The two of them started to feel the exhaustion kick in, and stopped at a coffee shop, sighing at the much needed caffeine in their systems.
“You know, in Spain we celebrate for three days, as opposed to America only celebrating Halloween for one day.”
Leon looked over at the man, taking another sip of the warm beverage, sighing at how it fought off the chill in the air.
He simply nodded, too zoned out to think of a response.
He was exhausted, and wanted to get back to their hotel at some point soon.
Luis seemed to recognize the blonde’s weariness and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
“I recognize this street from this morning, we should be close to the hotel. Almost there amigo.”
Leon felt his face burn at the contact, hoping he could play it off to the cold. His body betrayed his brain’s protests, and let himself rest his head against Luis’s shoulder, his eyes getting heavy.
His heart nearly burst out of his chest when the brunette gently rubbed the back of Leon’s head, fingers gently running through his hair.
“Pobre príncipe, tan lindo cuando estás cansado”
Leon was too tired to attempt to translate, but he felt a pleasant shiver reverberate through him, the way it always did whenever Luis spoke his native tongue.
Another couple turns down the sidewalk and they reached the familiar doors of the hotel, both men picking up their stride, the premise of a comfortable bed too good to pass.
Once in the elevator, the silence started to get to the agent, turning his head to his partner.
“Surprised you didn’t want to stop at one of the bars.”
Luis gave a tired chuckle, leaning against the wall of the elevator.
“We’re here for two more days, yes? We have time to have some actual fun. Right now, it feels like my legs are made of.. what’s it called again?”
Leon huffs out a laugh, watching as the floor number got closer to theirs.
“Jello. Legs are made of jello. What happened to that big brain of yours?”
Luis gave a passive wave of his hand, taking his hair down from the ponytail, letting it fall down his shoulders and rubbing his scalp.
“Eh, too tired. After the false positive mission bullshit, I need a good sleep.”
Leon’s mouth nearly watered at the sigh of Luis with his hair down. How he wanted to run his hands through it..
In the small elevator, he could get a good smell of the cologne Luis wore, the smell of sage, patchouli and sandalwood making the blonde’s muscles tense with need.
In his wildest fantasies, he would have his face in the crook of Luis’s neck, leaving marks all along that tan skin, finally marking the man as his, making sure every person who had the guts to flirt with him think twice.
Once they reached their floor, the left the elevator, and made their way down the hallway, silence following until they reached their room.
Once they got inside, they shed their coats, sighing in sweet relief.
Luis immediately started to undo the red button up, his mind set on a shower.
He shed his shirt, Leon’s eyes immediately going to the scar on his back..
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Leon rushed to Luis’s side when he collapsed to the ground, staying up long enough to make sure Krauser had left.
Grey eyes met blue, sharing unspoken words of regret, sadness.. perhaps even apologetic.
“It’s not looking good for me, eh my friend?”
Leon shook his head, his hand reaching out for Luis.
“Don’t talk..”
Suddenly, Luis grabbed his hand, placing a key in it.
“The key to my laboratory… go there and remove those damn parasites.. help Ashley..”
Shaky hands tried to light his cigarette, dropping the lighter with a small whine, frustration boiling to the surface with his waning strength.
Leon took the lighter and held it up to Luis’s cigarette, watching as the man took a shaky inhale.
“You know… I’ve led a pretty shitty life..”
He looked over at Leon, his eyes vulnerable. He looked so scared, anyone would be. After what him and Leon had been through in the last hour, the mines, the plagas hive, just to have it all for nothing. To be taken by surprise by an enemy you didn’t even know was there.
Internally, Leon panicked, for a moment he was back in Raccoon City, watching Lieutenant Marvin die in front of him, watching the father desperately plead for him and Ada not to kill his infected child.
He couldn’t do it again, he wouldn’t do this again, he couldn’t live with himself if Luis died after expressing his desperate plight to right all his past misdeeds.
He panicked when he watched Luis lose consciousness, and without thinking, Leon pressed his ear to Luis’s chest, hearing the faintest heartbeat.
He quickly opened his attaché case, pulling out a can of medical spray, some bandages, and his most potent herb mix.
He could do this, he could save him, he had to save him-
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He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of the void of his memories, quickly whipping his head to meet those slate grey eyes.
“Hey… it’s ok.. everything’s alright..”
Luis looked at him with such tenderness, his voice genuinely concerned for Leon after watching him space out like that.
It wasn’t the first time he’s had to bring the blonde back from the abyss of his memories. There had been nights where he was woken up in his own room from Leon shrieking out in the middle of the night, followed by sobs, another nightmare.
Luis would knock on the door, and then enter the room, and sit with him until he calmed down.
If Leon wasn’t able to fall asleep again, they’d go into the kitchen, Luis would make them both tea, and they’d sit in comfortable silence together.
Leon looked up at him and took a breath, grounding himself before giving a nod.
“Yeah… yeah.. sorry.. today has just been… long.”
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After a few minutes of Luis doting on him, Leon was left alone in the room while the man went to shower, his brain clouded with many thoughts.
He could plan for tomorrow, search through magazines and such for places they could visit since they were there for a couple more days, but all Leon could clearly think about was how needy he was.
Seeing Luis shirtless always took him off guard, and the man had absolutely no shame.
There had been many times Luis would lounge around the apartment shirtless or just in a pair of boxers, or if walk out of the shower completely uncovered, simply shrugging and saying “We’re both men, and we’ve both seen much worse than naked bodies.”
Damn the biologist and his lack of awkwardness to sex or nudity. Because it was Leon who had to suffer an entire night of horny thoughts.
It was Leon who spent the night in his bed, three fingers deep into his pussy as he fantasized how it would feel to have Luis touching him instead.
He looked around, watching the bathroom door closely. He figured he’d have a bit of time alone, so he made his way over to his bed, and bit his lip, rubbing himself through his pants.
He started to unbutton the navy blue shirt, running his other hand along his chest, across the plagas scar and the two scars under his pecs.
He twisted a nipple between his fingers, giving a sigh at the feeling.
He started to undo his belt and unzip his pants,
Practically kicking off his pants and boxers as he laid back onto the bed, legs spread, and his cunt dripping with arousal.
He circled his clit with his finger, sighing at the sensitivity, bringing his hand to his mouth to set his fingers, then returning them to the sensitive nerves, sighing at the slickness.
He lost himself in the sensation, grinding his hips in tune to stroking his clit, his free hand leaving his nipples to tease his hole with a finger.
He pushed it inside, whining at the feeling.
Oh how he wished it was Luis’s fingers inside of him, hitting that spot that made Leon’s body spasm with delight.
He was also curious about if Luis’s mouth could do more than just talk shit or give the occasional quip.
The way he always had a cigarette in his mouth, chewed on a pen cap when deep in thought..
Leon’s brain immediately went to an oral fixation.
The blonde would pay an embarrassing amount of money to have the Spaniard between his legs, lapping at his pussy, suck on his clit. He didn’t even have to imagine. Luis brought home enough women and men who would gasp loud enough for Leon to hear in his own room, which in turn led him to fingering himself to his own orgasm.
His fingers moving inside him in tune with the hand on his clit was divine, but he needed more.
He changed the angle of his hand, whining when his fingers sunk in the slightest bit deeper, finally hitting that spot properly.
He felt the familiar knot building in his belly, his muscles clenching on their own accord.
He wanted to moan, cry out Luis’s name, so he grabbed a pillow and put it over his head, using his one hand to now simultaneously stroke his clit with his thumb, while still having three fingers inside.
His orgasm was getting close, his cunt squelching with every move of his fingers, twitching as he raced toward the climax.
What Leon didn’t hear, was the shower turning off and the door opening.
He heard a choked up gasp, causing him to throw the pillow off his face and his heart stop for a moment when he saw Luis staring at thin with nothing but a towel around his waist.
“dios en el cielo de arriba….”
Leon quickly went to grab one of the blankets on the bed to cover himself, stammering on his words.
“Fuck- I’m sorry, I thought you’d be longer!”
He wanted to die. He wanted to throw himself out of the 7h story window and just die.
He was stopped with a hand on his knee, and was met with Luis’s eyes, staring at him with a hunger he’d never seen before.
“Who said you had to stop?”
The two of them were motionless, too afraid to make the next move. It was a test to see who would break first.
It was Luis, who gently moved the blanket from covering Leon, letting out a shaky sigh at the sight of the blonde below him.
He let the towel fall from his waist, smirking as he watched Leon’s eyes rake over his body.
The blonde knew he was blushing, his eyes traveling from the hair covering he man’s chest, following the trail that led to his hardening cock.
He could feel his pussy throb at the sight, his heartbeat becoming rapid as Luis crawled onto the bed, pushing Leon onto his back.
“How long.. how long have you been having these thoughts.”
Leon gasped when he felt Luis bring a hand to stroke at the sensitive spot just under the curve of his jaw, the other hand running down Leon’s chest
“I- I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about..”
Luis scoffed and tangled his hand into the back of Leon’s hair, pulling him in, their lips meeting roughly. He whined into the kiss when he felt Luis shove his tongue into his mouth, quickly taking control of the kiss, his free hand resting just above Leon’s pubic area.
When they pulled away, they were both panting, and Leon fought every urge in his body that told him to push Luis onto his back and ride his dick.
“Tell me.. Leon I need to know.. Cuánto tiempo me has querido, de la manera que te he anhelado…”
The blonde couldn’t hold back the whine that escaped his throat, turning his head to the side, hiding his face in his arm.
He heard Luis chuckle above him, moving down to kiss against Leon’s neck.. and down to his chest, where the scar from the plagas was, the jagged thing reaching all the way to where it intersected with the scars underneath his pecs.
Luis placed soft kisses to each, a calloused thumb swiping across Leon’s nipple, a pleased hum reverberating through him at the sigh from the blonde.
“Sensitive eh?”
Leon refused to answer as he waited for the next move, but peaked from his arm when it never came.
“Fuck.. why’d you stop?”
Luis gently placed a hand against his chest, giving Leon a soft look.
“I want to make sure this is what you want.. say the word and I’ll stop.. we won’t speak about it.. but if you want me to keep going, I need an enthusiastic yes.”
Leon gripped Luis’s arm, biting his lip as he felt the now hard cock drag against his clit.
“I want it.. I’ve wanted to ruin our friendship for fucking months..”
Luis chuckled as he pressed another kiss to Leon’s cheek, looking at him as if he was a precious treasure.
“I’ve wanted to since the moment you snapped a ganado’s neck with a chain.”
They kissed again, this time slower, more sensual. They took the time to feel each others lips against one another, Leon gasping for air once Luis pulled away and made his way back down to Leon’s chest.
He took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while he brought his hand to tease at the other one, his head spiraling at the soft whines and moans that escaped Leon’s throat.
He arched his chest into Luis’s touch, giving a small mewl when the man switched his mouth to the other nipple, rutting his hips against Luis, dying for more stimulation.
Leon looked down at him, catching the Spaniard’s smirk as he pulled off his chest.
He trailed down, down, down, leaving soft kisses all down Leon’s body, stopping right below his bellybutton.
He smirked as he stood up and grabbed Leon by his hips, pulling him to the edge of the bed as he sunk to his knees, onto the floor below.
“God, you look so good like this.. you’re soaking..”
Luis dragged a finger through Leon’s slick cunt, licking the wetness from his finger and earning a strangled whine from the man.
He pressed a kiss to Leon’s swollen clit, then fully taking him into his mouth, his nose resting against the soft brown hair along his pubic area.
Leon instinctively wrapped his legs around Luis’s head, squirming at the sensation of that relentless tongue against his clit, the fire in his groin returning as his pussy throbbed, becoming even wetter as Luis ate him out, messy, loud and unashamed.
“Fuck- I knew that mouth was actually useful for something..”
Luis chuckled, the vibrations making Leon gasp, taking the chance, Luis licked him from his hole to his clit, then shoving his tongue inside, drinking in the wrecked moan that ripped from Leon’s mouth.
His soft cries filled the room, along with the wet sounds of Luis’s tongue in Leon’s pussy, lapping up his juices like they were the source of his life, like a dying man in the desert after finding an oasis.
He returned his tongue back to Leon’s clit, then gently pushed two fingers into his cunt, the slickness making them slide in easily, moving inside the blonde with expert motions, hooking up to press into the sensitive nerves inside.
Leon let out a strangled moan, grinding his hips against Luis’s face, chasing more, more, more. He was so close, he could feel his orgasm just out of reach, all Luis had to do was keep sucking on him just like this and he would fall off the edge.
But that’s not what he did. Feeling Leon clenching around his fingers, he pulled away before the blonde could cum, smirking at the whine that left Leon’s throat.
“Fuck! Luis! Why’d you stop?!”
Leon nearly sobbed, desperate for his release. He watched as Luis got to his feet, walking over to his bag to shuffle around inside it.
When he came back, he held a condom and a packet of lube between his fingers, the sly smirk still on his face, his nose down to his chin glistening with Leon’s slick.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m tested regularly, so the condom can be left up to you. I feel you like things a bit… messy~”
Leon’s face burned bright, shaking his head as he stammered on his words.
“Normally I’d say I don’t need it. I don’t sleep around much and I can’t get pregnant, but I’d rather not make more of a mess on the sheets, the hotel staff already have enough to deal with. And were you carrying those with you all night? Do you always have a fucking condom and lube with you?”
With a chuckle, Luis kneels back into the bed.
“Never know when you’re gonna get lucky, eh?”
Luis smirked as he opened the foil package, rolling the latex down his cock, sighing at the feeling since it was the first time tonight he had paid any attention to his own erection.
He pulled open the packet of lube with his teeth, Leon raising a brow.
“I’m plenty soaked over here, don’t you think that’s overkill?”
Luis chuckled as he spread the substance down his shaft, pressing his fingers back to Leon’s cunt to coat the leftover amount, mixing with his own fluids.
“Mi amor, there is never such a thing as too much when it comes to things like these, no?”
Leon squirmed at the feeling of the cold lube along his cunt, sighing when Luis slipped a finger inside for good measure.
Luis smirked as Leon wrapped his legs around his waist, spread open and waiting.
When he felt the head of Luis’s cock against his entrance, he tensed slightly, biting his lip at the stretch.
Luis gently rubbed along his thighs, letting him adjust to the feeling of his cock inside him.
“Estás tan apretado. te sientes tan bien a mi alrededor”
Leon whined and arched his back into Luis’s touch, his pussy clenching around his cock, grinding his hips to try and get some sort of friction, trying to make Luis get the message to fucking move already.
“Easy there vaquero, I’ll give you want you need, don’t worry~”
Luis gave a sharp thrust, pulling out to the head of his cock and then slamming back into the blonde, basking in the beautifully obscene sounds. He set a steady pace, fucking into the blonde slowly, getting off on the way he kept grinding his hips to meet Luis’s thrusts, desperate for something faster, something to make him reach that glorious release he’d been chasing.
But Luis kept his movements slow and controlled, taking his time with Leon, breaking him down piece by piece, bringing him to the edge just to back down, wanting the blonde to drown in the feeling of nothing but ecstasy.
Luis loved fucking hard and dirty, but with Leon, he’d wanted this man for the last year, but was too afraid to ruin the friendship between them, his only friend, the man who saved him, gave him another chance at life.
He would worship Leon like a god, take the cross necklace that dangled around his neck and pray to the blonde for a salvation he never thought he deserved.
He leaned down to kiss the man, slow and radiating pure want. Leon sighed into it, wrapping his arms around Luis’s neck, pulling him down so they were chest to chest, his moans swallowed by a skilled mouth.
He had never been kissed this way, like he was something precious, like he was something worth loving.
He parted from the kiss, a punched out moan escaping his lips when he felt the tip of Luis’s cock brush against his cervix, the slight shock from it sending shivers that made the hair on his arms stand up.
Skilled fingers came to rub at his clit, his cunt twitching around the thick cock inside him, that white hot pleasure building up inside him again.
The two of them were still face to face, sharing each other's breaths, moaning into eachothers mouths, Luis’s eyes heavy lidded and Leon struggling to keep his open.
When he locked his gaze onto Luis’s, he felt himself captivated by those steely grey eyes, the same color of the clouds before a good storm, threatening to pull Leon in and drown him in the intensity of their gaze.
A change to the angle, Luis sitting up and pulling Leon’s hips so they rested on his thighs, and his cock hit that sensitive spot of nerves dead on, the blonde clutching at the sheets with one hand, and raking his nails down Luis’s shoulder blade with the other.
He was close, he could feel it, his hips struggling to keep up with the fast pace Luis thrust into him with now, his thighs quivering around the man’s waist, and his brain filled with nothing but Luis, Luis, Luis!”
“Fuck- FUCK! Luis, I’m so close, please, please, please..”
The brunette didn’t even have time to react as he kept stroking Leon’s clit through his orgasm, his face reddening at the filthy moans that escaped the blonde, his cunt spasming and around his cock, the both of them taken aback when a gush of liquid followed, Leon’s back arching off the bed and his eyes almost rolling into the back of his head.
Luis fucked him through his orgasm, slowing his thrusts down, not wanting to overstimulate the blonde too much.
When Leon’s thighs weren’t wrapped around Luis like a vice grip, he stopped, about to pull out before he was pulled back in by those strong legs.
“Please fucking cum Luis, give it to me..”
Leon’s pupils were so wide they nearly swallowed the baby blue irises, but who was Luis to deny him this request?
He picked up his thrusts again, slamming into the man with no sense of pattern. He gasped and gripped Leon’s hip with one hand, and taking one of the legs wrapped around his waist and hauling it over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around it to steady himself.
Leon nearly sobbed at the overstimulation, but was determined to get Luis off just as good, if not better than he did for him. He pulled at the man’s hair, reveling in the guttural moan that ripped from his throat.
“A la mierda bebé, tu coño es tan bueno, voy a eyacular”
Luis’s voice was hoarse, wrecked and positively sinful with how good it sounded to Leon, making the almost painful overstimulation worth it, as he finally felt Luis’s hips stutter, then sink all the way to the hilt, followed by a broken moan as Luis came, grinding his hips as he rode out his orgasm.
Leon gently carded his hand through sweaty dark curls, giving a soft laugh as Luis sunk down onto the blonde’s chest, the both of them breathing heavily.
They both came down from their highs, panting against each other, one pulling the other in for a kiss, but it was more like them gasping into eachothers mouths, occasionally pressing their lips together.
Leon gave a soft whine when he felt Luis pull out, the brunette removing the condom and disposing it into the trash can near the bed.
He huffed out a laugh when Luis got up from the bed, legs shaky as he went into the bathroom, wetting a towel and coming back to clean the both of them off.
Leon looked down at the mess on the sheets, his eyes widening.
“I don’t think that’s ever happened before..”
Luis chuckled and kissed his cheek, taking his hand and pulling the blonde to his feet.
“That just means I did my job right, cariño~”
They both collapsed onto the other bed in the room, Leon unsure of what to do next.
He wasn’t used to the after.
Most times he’s had sex, the other person left right after or by the next morning. He never indulged himself in aftercare or the comfort of laying in another person’s arms, and he wasn’t sure Luis wanted that.
He was quickly proven wrong when he felt warmth at his back, an arm coming to wrap around his waist and soft kisses at the nape of his neck.
He turned around to face the man, met with the pleasant sight of heavy lidded eyes, and a content smile.
“Relax, you're as stiff as a board.. I’m not going anywhere.”
Leon wanted to believe that, he really did, but the never ending voice of paranoia in his brain wouldn’t let him.
“So what was this? Was it just a one time thing, or is this a prelude to a confession?”
Luis chuckles, bringing a hand to push stray strands of soft blonde hair from Leon’s face, then resting it against his cheek, gently tracing those defined bones with his thumb.
“Depends. If you want this to be more, it can, if you just need to blow off steam, it can be that too.”
Leon could see the uncertainty in Luis’s eyes, and by the tone of voice, he was hesitating. Leon knew he had to make the move, he had to make his feelings known.
“I think that I have feelings for you.. but I’m afraid to. I’m afraid because we never know what day will be our last.. because if I lost you.. I don’t know what I’d do.. I’m afraid because I’ve never felt like this towards anyone, and I don’t know how I’d be in a relationship.”
He took a deep breath, feeling tears burn in his eyes.
“I’m scared because I’ve grown so attached to you, and I was so scared to say anything, to ruin what we had..”
Leon fell silent, taking a shaky breath as tears fell down his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut.
Gentle hands came to cup his face, the feeling of a thumb wiping away the tears that trailed along his face. Leon struggled to open his eyes and was met with Luis, his expression soft, looking at Leon as if he would break if he made any sudden movements.
“And who said I didn’t feel the same? I’ve been smitten with you since the day In the cabin. I’ve spent countless nights praying to a god I don’t believe in anymore, wanting nothing but you.”
Leon couldn’t move, Luis’s confession making him freeze up. He needed to move, he needed to know he wanted more, but his brain screamed at him to run, to leave the room, he can’t let himself get attached, he can’t let his guard down, if he lets himself relax someone will end up dead and he’ll have failed everyone agai-
He was stopped by Luis’s arm wrapping around his waist, the other one coming to Leon’s thigh, pulling it up to rest over his hip.
“Puedo escuchar tus pensamientos desde aquí, cariño. Déjate llevar, solo por esta noche si es necesario. Déjame abrazarte como mereces ser.”
Their lips met again, languidly moving against each other, Luis softly caressing Leon’s face, and the blonde draping his arm around Luis’s neck, their bodies still pressed so close together, they could practically feel each other's heartbeats.
“Can we.. maybe get breakfast tomorrow and talk more about moving forward then?”
Luis smiled lovingly at Leon’s request, nodding as the two of them started to drift off to sleep, held in eachothers arms, their breaths steady, the warmth of one another keeping the cold outside at bay.
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Look around, leaves are brown
And the sky
Is a hazy shade of winter