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They spent the first three days after escaping Valdelobos lazing about in Leon's apartment. Leon had to wait for his body to recover fully from the Plaga's effects and let some of his injuries heal.
He'd gotten stitches in the gashes across his ribs and shoulder, claw marks across his thigh, and a long gash across his hip. He'd been told that, all things considered, he was in great shape for someone who's bodily functions had been systemically forced to shut down as they were taken over, and for someone who had so many open wounds while being covered in so much shit.
Luis had his stab wound cleaned, stitched up, and had ointment applied to it under a bandage. He had a few scrapes and bruises, but he came through the nightmare way better off than Leon, as did Ashley. Leon had no idea how Luis pulled that off since he was right there next to Leon for the latter half of the journey....
Luis had managed to force Leon to stay in bed or on the couch while he cleaned the apartment to make it livable and less dusty. He also used Leon's hefty salary to do some catalogue shopping for decor because, according to the Spaniard, Leon was "living in an actual concrete box," and "it's depressing."
On the fourth day, they went to a paint store to pick out colors for accent walls in the living room and bedrooms. Apparently, Luis enjoyed Interior Design as a hobby and Leon wasn't too bad at it himself.
Luis also decided that Leon's furniture was about as pathetic as the lack of decor and within a couple days, he'd sweet talked some modernist into buying it off of them since it was barely used and fit the person's aesthetic. Then he took Leon furniture shopping after that and they picked out new furniture for the living room and would have it delivered and set up in the apartment in a few hours. Directly after that, he had Leon pick out some new bed sets and curtains for the bedrooms.
Leon's apartment was completely different from the one he'd come home to just a few days ago. He thought he'd hate it, but Leon found he actually liked it. It was refreshing and warm and cozy–the same way Luis made him feel.
"Ah, home sweet home!" Luis sighed contentedly as they ate Chinese takeout in their newly furnished and decorated living room, Clueless playing on the TV, rented from the Blockbuster down the street.
It was the kind of domesticity Leon and thought he could never have. He could spend all night thinking about how he'd ended up here despite how many things had gone wrong in his life, but he decided that he'd rather spend his time with the man sitting next to him on this couch.
He scooted closer and threw his legs over Luis' lap, laying his head on the man's shoulder. Luis' arm settled around him easily and they enjoyed the movie.
"Are we still good for that date on Saturday?" Leon asked quietly.
Luis hummed. "Should be. I've got a clear schedule and so do you. Your wounds are healing nicely and your stitches will be taken out on Friday, so you'll be able to take actual showers and putting on clothes won't be such a hassle." He noted.
Leon leaned up for a kiss, which Luis gave him with no protest or teasing.
"Do I have to wear a suit, or is it not that fancy?" Leon wondered when he pulled away.
"You could probably get away with Business Casual, since you have no suits right now." Luis told him, amusement in his hazel-green eyes. "That's the next thing we should work on–wardrobes. For both of us."
"You're gonna rob me blind, and it's all to pay for stuff that's for me." Leon grumbled at him, letting the man steal another kiss.
Luis snickered. "It's called life improvement, Cariño, and you were in severe need of it when we got here a few days ago." He shot back. "And when we're both more physically able, I'm going to rail you into that nice mattress and ruin one of our new bed sets." He murmured lowly in Leon's ear.
The blonde in his lap gasped as Luis trailed a hand along his uninjured hip, dipping under his shirt to rub at the bare skin there. His other hand trailed up Leon's bare thigh, slipping under the hem of his boxer briefs. He idly rubbed circles into the skin there, knowing exactly what he was doing.
Leon refused to give in, refocusing on the movie even as Luis ducked to trail soft lips along his collarbone and his fingers pushed up under the clothes to feel more skin.
Leon focused on the movie plot as best he could while Luis did his best to slowly drive the beautiful man in his lap to insanity with slow, sure touches and barely-there grazes of his lips along Leon's jaw and neck.
After another ten minutes of near-torture, Leon was fully hard in his underwear and he could feel that Luis was in the same predicament under him.
Out of nowhere, Luis abandoned his teasing touches to Leon's thigh and grabbed his dick through his boxer briefs. Leon cried out and bucked his hips into the contact, hissing as the movement pulled at his bandaged stitches.
Luis tsked. "You'll have to stay still if you want a preview for this weekend, Perrito. You know that." He chastised, squeezing Leon's dick again and making the agent whine with the effort of holding himself still. "Good boy, Leon."
Fuck, he knew Leon too well–he was fully aware of how much that particular pet name affected Leon.
"Don't worry, Querido, I'll help you." He shifted Leon so he was sitting back to chest in Luis' lap on the couch. The position was familiar and he shuddered, remembering the last time they'd sat like this on a couch–he'd had the best sex of his life in a crumbling village in Spain in a fancy parlor outside of the Merchant's target practice range.
"That's it, Amor." Luis murmured in his ear, holding Leon's uninjured hip and sliding his hand into Leon's underwear to properly grasp him. He didn't push the undergarment off or even down, simply stroking Leon inside them.
"Hnng, Luis, we just did laundry!" He complained, grasping the man's wrists but not stopping him.
"And we'll do it again. That's what happens when you own clothing, Leon." Luis told him in amusement, speeding up his pace and twisting on the upstroke, grinding the heel of his palm against the underside of the head of Leon's dick the way he knew the man was weak for. Leon gritted his teeth with a curse, doing his best not to strain too much and pull any stitches.
"Mm, such a good boy, staying still for me, Leon." Luis crooned in his ear, leaving a kiss on Leon's shoulder as the collar of his loose t-shirt slipped down. He marked the skin he hadn't been able to reach before in the village with relish, biting down enough to provide a sting, but not enough to leave an actual bite mark.
Leon whimpered with the effort of not bucking his hips up into Luis' hand. "Luis, please~!" He pleaded hoarsely.
"What's wrong, mi Querido?" Luis wondered. "What do you need?"
"Hng, I don't know!" Leon cried, getting frustrated quickly when he couldn't quite reach the edge he wanted to. He hid his face in Luis' neck. Luis hummed in understanding and let go of Leon's hip carefully, reaching for the bottle of hand lotion on the side table. It really was there for when their hands got dry, because it happened to both of them often, but it would serve this purpose as well.
Luis still refused to remove Leon's underwear as he reached down Leon's front and past his dick to slide two fingers in. Leon yelped, shuddering at the intrusion. His eyes went half-lidded and the flush on his cheeks extended to his neck and ears. It was almost cute how easy it was for Luis to read the man.
This angle was actually perfect for what Luis had intended to do. He crooked his fingers and shifted them inside him until–
"Hah~! Luis~!" Leon moaned in surprise, hands scrabbling to grab onto something as he did his best to keep his hips from moving too much and thus, jostling his own stitches.
"Go on, mi Amor, you're being so good for me." Luis told him fondly, keeping the fingers crooked as he pressed against that spot and sped up his strokes. "Mi dulce conejito. Un pequeño agente tan bueno, hm?" He kept up a steady stream of praise in Leon's ear as he got closer and closer to cumming.
Luis added a third finger and jammed them into Leon's prostate harshly as he ground his palm against the head of Leon's dick, knowing it would set him off.
Leon gave a high keen and arched as much as his recovering injuries would allow, cumming into Luis' hand and his underwear. His hips moved in tight little jerks until he eventually sagged in Luis' hold.
"Ah ah, I'm not done with you yet, Cariño. " Luis murmured, taking his hand out of the shorter man's boxer briefs and bringing up his cum-covered fingers. Leon opened his mouth with little hesitation and the Spaniard shoved them so deep, he almost gagged. Leon easily settled into cleaning the cum off the fingers and drooling on them. He seemed to quite enjoy having something in his mouth. Luis wondered if he could do something with that….
He made a brief mental note to get some lollipops. Chances were, if they were in view when Leon walked into a room, he'd probably take one. And then, whenever Luis kissed him, he'd taste sweet. Well, sweeter.
"You want more or are you done?" He asked, pulling his fingers free and wiping them on Leon's shirt. Luis loved wringing orgasm after orgasm out of his pretty boyfriend, but he always asked Leon what he was up for. So far, Leon never stopped at one–two was the least Leon would do any time they got intimate. The most they'd managed at one time was three, but Luis was willing to bet Leon's next paycheck that he could get at least four out of the man, once he was fully recovered.
"More, please more!" Leon answered predictably.
"Okay, just one more." Luis decided.
Leon whined, but Luis silenced him with a gentle kiss, stealing the man's breath and complaints away. "No, none of that, Cielo." He chided. "I promise I'll make you cum as many times as you want when your stitches are out, okay? For now, you only get two."
Leon still whined, but didn't protest anymore after that.
Luis chuckled. "Mi pequeño amante codicioso ….so eager to go you pass out, hm?" He purred. "So eager to keep going until you can't even remember your own name and your brain melts out of your ears."
He shifted the fingers still inside of Leon and started up a rhythm again, shoving his previously messy fingers back into Leon's mouth.
Leon moaned around the fingers, drool slipping down his chin as Luis set a rough pace with the fingers in his ass, jamming them into his prostate every time. The sensations would be doubled so soon after cumming and Leon let loose his lovely little noises around Luis' fingers. Luis pushed them further, until they reached the back of the blonde's throat and he choked. Leon's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came a second time, whining and squirming, clutching at Luis' thighs and the arm of the couch as violent shudders wracked through him.
Luis managed to catch the release before it ruined their new couch or rug. This time, he licked it up himself before pausing the movie. Leon was completely limp on top of him, catching his breath and sinking into the blissful afterglow. Luis had been right–limiting Leon to two was perfect for the still-recovering agent. He was nearly already asleep.
He sat up and maneuvered Leon until he could pick him up bridal style. He turned the TV off and figured he would throw away the trash from their takeout whenever, carrying Leon to their bedroom. He changed Leon's underwear and removed his shirt, tossing both into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. He used a wet rag to wipe Leon and himself down, changing his own underwear(what could he say, his boyfriend was hot when he was squirming in Luis' lap, and even hotter when he was cumming from choking on his fingers).
Then, he settled down with Leon under the covers and fell into peaceful sleep.