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Leon is used to being alone sure. He's always been like that but its harder now, to be content in that loneliness when he's found people who fill the empty spaces, Sherry, Claire, Jill his friends or hell even family at this point if he's honest with himself. Then theres Chris who is in a slightly different category named 'Lover' in big bold letters, he and Leon have been married for a few years now after a long agonising time of being a messy situationship turned stable relationship. Chris has been ever present for over a decade, sue him that it feels weird when he isn't here.
As usual its a mission thats keeping him away, a week already that could turn into more depending on the severity. It's left Leon alone inside their home with not much to do, he's got the tv for company or their workout stuff because yes even at 49 he wants to keep a good physique, he isn't retiring just yet to let loose more. Those don't compare to the company of Chris though or the comfort of having him around the space, if he were here Leon doesn't doubt that they'd both be on the couch watching some show theyve engrossed themselves in recently whilst their cats snoozes on one of their laps.
Perfect prime domestic bliss is being missed out on right now. What a shame.
Its 8 in evening and Leons tired from a day of doing nothing at all, age will do that he suposses. He's just out of a fresh shower trailing the scent of his sea salt bergamot body wash behind him but that isn't what hits his nose when he inhales. Despite having a reasonable amount of pyjama options for himself, he's instead opted for one of Chris's shirts that hang off him slightly at the shoulder, its well loved thats for sure and still smells of him. Its comforting in a way that makes his heart ache.
Before he can sleep he needs to enact his new routine for himself. His feet are cold as he pads to the kitchen yawning, taking what is considered his mug to place a decaf teabag at the bottom whilst the kettle boils for him. Then theres his snack, its a dark chocolate nut bar, maybe it isn't ideal for him to sleep after having that but frankly he doesn't give a shit when he gets to have it in the luxury of his house. On his own missions he doesn't think he eats at all unless you count the stray bits of dust that fly into his mouth.
The kettle stops and he pours the steaming water over the teabag to watch it discolour into a brown. Whilst he waits for the liquid to soak up the flavour hes busy munching on the bar, the taste is something thats oddly soothing for him— his love for it starting because he'd eaten one after a particularly hard mission that left him bruised and broken but this little comfort helped.
Leon debates if she should even watch tv tonight. It'll still be interesting to see whatevers on, surely there has to be something he'll like..yet it just..wont be the same without his husband. A part of himself hates that hes become so reliant, dependent on Chris to keep him entertained. It's not just that though is it? years of constantly being on the move doing things has rewired his entire system to be stuck like that.
Its torture when he has nothing to do and when his body is protesting, telling him he should lay down already.
Damnit he thinks as he uses a spoon to press the soaked teabag on the side of the mug, squeezing out what flavour is left before he plucks it out and discards it right into the trash. He adds the milk in after along with a hefty 2 teaspoons of sugar to make it sweet enough for him.
Leons only real option is to sip at this then find some sleep, wow how exciting.
He switches off the lights that he needs to and carries his tea as he puts everything in order, all the curtains on the windows being closed, every door locked until he feels its safe enough to return to the bedroom for the night. Once his limbs feel the mattress he's hit with this insane amount of relief that audibly makes him sigh a soft little sound.
Whatever tension which decided to stick at his knees and neck uncoil and he's able to slump against the pillows leaned up on the headboard. Maybe he could read a book? pass the time that way like he used to decades ago, theres one of the nightstand he could easily pick up and just start — except its already got a bookmark in it marking its curent place and Leons doesn't want to take it out then forget where it was or god forbid..bend the page because Chris will kill him.
Fuck, Chris.
Now that he really thinks about it maybe he fucking hates the man for a number of reasons. A. Hes a persistent guy, kept finding moments to steal with Leon in the past so much so that now being without him is dreadful B. He isn't here right now and C. Hes occupying every single one of Leons living breathing thoughts, no doubt he'll appear in his dreams later.
He wants him so bad, god is this how Chris feels when Leons away? that man is a yearner x1000, theres no imagining how painful it must be for him, especially after well, everything. The suicide mission thing that Leon shoves away from his mind as quick as it appears so he can focus on the better things he needs.
He takes a warm sip of tea whilst his mind wanders.
Chris cuddling him would be nice. In this bed, feeling his skin against his own because Chris sleeps shirtless, Leon laying at his side with an arm draped over him. A finger would be absentmindedly tracing his hip where Chris's hand rests and his other hand would be holding his book, the lamp illuminating the page along with his lovers perfectly sculpted face.
Eventually Leon would peak his eyes open a bit to ask Chris sleepily "Do you plan on entering that book or will you get some sleep?" then he'll frown as Chris takes off his reading glasses since he always looks amazing in them, should have them glued on at this point. He'll fully encase Leon in his arms by curling around his back and pulling him closer into his chest, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck with a soft "Goodnight baby." whispered into his ear.
They'll fall asleep together. Its living the dream.
Though they don't always sleep right away. Theres been nights, many in fact over the years that have turned out rather different but they're just as good, if not better. A barely there heat licks at Leon and its not from the tea, he presses on it, remembering things that he's enjoyed late at night despite the exhaustion clinging to him.
Hands had been everywhere— touching, grabbing, scratching, pulling like they hadnt had all the time in the world together. Both of them were noisy, moans and grunts flowed between them, Chris nipped then bit at Leons neck to make it fall back with ease. Thered been a pleasant ache that followed after attached with a redish bruise as a mark of posession.
Leon lied back against the sheets as he'd allowed Chris to continue making his way down his torso alll the way until he'd stop above the waistband of his bottoms. He never needed permission, not ever yet still he could never be sure what Leon would be in the mood for so he appreciated when Chris would stop just to check.
As soon as Leon would nod? He'd be pulling them down, sometimes with his underwear, sometimes not, didn't really matter unless Leon was really desperate. Chris went down on him and Leon hadn't even lasted that long. All the sucking, licking and a finger that prodded his hole had been enough to send him over.
That was only one thing they did before they slept. They've done more obviously. Leon finds that he doesn't need to think anymore than he has considering that the heat in his gut has spread between his legs a bit, making his boxers that much damper and his dicks creating a print on the front of them. It throbs lightly and aches that Leon almost groans.
His hand slowly makes its way down the path of his torso — hand venturing into his underwear with ease due to his lack of bottoms, he feels where he's beginning to leak small drops of slick. He brings his fingers up to his dick and he runs them over it, an audible moan pulling from his throat.
Still so fucking sensitive even after 22 years, jesus christ.
He keeps doing it. Slow back and forth rubs of his fingers against himself, used to his own way of getting off like this. Of course he wishes it were bigger thicker fingers on him, the way that Chris does it is one of his favourite things during sex. Leon has tried to replicate it, really he has but its not the same and never enough.
He spreads his legs wider like that'll help him, blushes at the wet noise his cunt makes when he does since it only serves to turn him on that much more. His hips thank him for the spread instead of staying locked straight outwards even if soon they'll ache with stretch.
Thats a later problem he thinks as his eyes slip shut and he enjoys touching himself. Behind his eyelids he see's memories of scenes with Chris again, particular things that had him shaking apart in minutes, like those times they were risky and did it in Leons car or in a very thin walled motel where people looked at them weird in the morning. God only knows why semi public places turn them on so much.
Leon wants Chris to see him like this so badly. He wants to feel the burn of his eyes on his skin and hear his praising, degrading words that help him get off in record time. If he pictures it hard enough maybe it'll become real.
"Ahh!.." It doesn't unfortunately. All it does is make Leon ache and moan much louder than he did before. It's getting him somewhere though, building a rippling wave that sends tremors all over his body when he begins stroking his dick instead of only rubbing it.
On the bed his hips rise, pushing into the sensation in hopes of finding more, maybe a finger at either of his holes but Leons not up for that tonight, he rather not strain his wrists by doing both at once. Although, he does have a sleek powerful black vibrator in a draw that requires him to do nothing but turn it on and put it where he wants.
He whines, his dick pulses like it knows what he just thought of.
Leons used the toy a few times by himself and it is good, 10/10 and a 5 star review — those numbers also go up everytime Chris straps it to him and leaves it to torture him on work from home days.
He stops jerking off so he can reach over to his sides nightstand. The hand not shoved down his underwear is used to pull open the second drawer where the vibrator lays wrapped in a cloth meant only for it. He fumbles around with it until the cloth comes loose and he can wrap his hand around it.
Now Leon could just take off his boxers and do what he needs to by holding the toy up to his clit but hey he's got time and sleep isn't quite pulling at his eyes yet so ..why not?. He turns around to grab one of the more firm pillows against the headboard and he lays it out in front of him. Next he grabs the bottle of rather expensive cologne on Chris' side and spritzs the top end of the fabric.
As soon as his underwear is gone Leon swings his legs over the body of the pillow with his thighs either side of it. He lifts himself just a little to slide the vibrator under him, the length of it aligned with his pussy. One more movement, a press of of a button and-
"Oh fuck! Shiiit." Leon stops himself from collapsing forward by gripping the sheets inbetween his fingers, the vibrator buzzing between his legs softly for now on the lowest setting, it still feels amazing. His hips thrust forward into it needily, groaning and scrunching his face from the sheer amount of new pressure to his cock. His thighs are tense squeezing around the pillow whilst he adjusts.
A few deep breaths is how he composes himself to stop falling apart before hes even began. He's fine, he's got this, he can hump a pillow like he's done a million times before.
Leon starts slow. Grinding forwards in soft motions, teasing himself almost, he knows it'll pay off. His hole clenches on nothing, achingly empty and no that does not make him whine (yes it does). In front of him he has his hands braced on the pillow for leverage just to keep upright enough to move.
In the silence of the room all there is are his sweet moans each time he passes barely over the toy, he wants to be embarrassed about how he sounds but he's not. Perhaps 2 decades ago he'd be shy and shoving his face into something to muffle what he sounds like. Not now, not after how much he's been affirmed that he sounds so god damn hot.
Leons been told that enough to a point that now he turns himself on by making such sounds. He's practically staining the pillow already with the evidence, he notices as he glances down at himself.
He has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his face is on fire because of his blush and he's still moving, a bit more rhythmic now that he's comfortable. Sweat is collecting on his head in droplets that are sliding down his neck — making him feel that more sensitive. He still wants Chris so fucking bad hes unbelievable.
He could be here right now behind Leon, grinding onto his ass with his big thick cock, a hand threaded in his hair to make Leon arch his back beautifully, whispering sin into his ear when usually he's so sweet. He could have all of that if it wasn't for these stupid missions and their jobs in general.
He wants to feel the dip in the bed that Chris makes when hes here, feel his warm equally sweaty skin pressed up against him everywhere he can get it. God he wants to kiss Chris while he's deep inside him then have him swallow all the saliva that pools in his mouth as Leons fucked so hard he see's stars.
He wants what comes after too. The love, the care. When they're spent and their limbs ache but Chris still picks him up to go and have a bath so they can wash away the mess but not the memories. Leon changes the sheets despite his husbands protests of sitting back and relaxing then they'll throw the dirty ones into the laundry basket before slipping into the new ones.
Leon wants to be able to cuddle up to Chris, naked still but not looking for another round. He wants to inhale and smell the scent that is the love of his lifes skin as he's drifting off into rest.
He wants everything.
The softest cry escapes him. Tears roll off his face unashamedly, he misses Chris and its only been a week, they've been apart longer than that during much worser circumstances. He doesn't beat himself up over it though, its okay to miss what he loves or to need him even for the simplest parts of life, parts of which he never really got to have until the day they got together.
Leon takes a second to wipe his eyes and regulate the hitching of his breathe. He's supposed to be feeling good right now, he doesn't want to be crying because he's upset, he wants to be shedding tears of pure pleasure. So despite his earlier plan to go slow, he presses the button on the vibrator twice to send it onto it's third setting.
Leon can't stop himself from falling forwards this time, his face planting into where he sprayed the pillowcase with cologne. Another sob bubbles up and he doesn't silence it, his voice shudders calling out for the one who's not here.
"C-Chriis- ah ah hhaa—" Leon almost sounds like he's choking a little.
Now that he's pressed into somewhat of a laying position his back and his neck are starting to protest. It hurts but he keeps going, moving his lower half as fast and as hard as he wants against the toy. His thighs are sweaty and sticky, his pussy having coated the skin messily that he'll have to wipe later.
Greedily he breathes in the cologne under his nose, letting it envelop him in comfort as he loses himself bit by bit. He's practically bent over if he thinks about it, just a bit more folded up.
Chris has fucked him like this he's sure of it.
“Fuuuck Leon- look so good baby." Chris fucks into him from behind, his pussy is so full that theres a bulge in his belly. Leons bent over the edge of the bed, ass and legs hanging off it while his torso is pressed into the comfort of the sheets. His shirts still on, pants and underwear gone whilst Chris is the complete opposite having his suit trousers still plastered to his legs and his shirt is ripped on the floor (curtosy of Leon ripping it open— it was struggling against his chest anyway).
They'd been at some event and abandoned it for this. Its the first proper time they've fucked thoroughly in a while, guess seeing eachother in suits again really gets them going huh?. Chris had dragged out the prep, edged and teased Leon to hell and back by dragging his orgasm away from him twice, once with his mouth as well as a second using his fingers.
Even when he slid inside Leon he was still a prick, thrusting shallowly, barely even there despite his girth. Leon had cried out frustratedly, demanding that Chris fuck him or so help him he will find a way to flip them. Chris draped himself over Leons back and licked at the shell of his ear as he sunk in every single inch.
"Yeah? like this Lee?" turned Leons brain to mush that all he could do was moan "Uhn-" and Chris took it a step further by sneaking a hand around his body to his face, where he gripped Leons chin and made his head nod
"Im gonna need to hear some words sweetheart." It was so hard to form a coherent thought whilst being drove into nice and hard, let alone a complete sentence. When Chris dragged out his name sweetly, running a thumb over his lips he spoke in a breathy tone.
"Y-yeah— just like that sir."
"Good boy." and Leons body was shoved up the bed a second later by a harsh thrust that made his ass sting.
What followed after was a big hot blur of Chris dirty talking to him in growls, of being made to look at himself in the mirror or Leon didn't get to cum then he watched Chris collapse ontop of him, filling him up.
Whats happening now is nowhere near close to that level but fuck Leon wishes it was. Just thinking back to that has had him teetering on the edge of climax, the toy even up another setting to 4 when he felt he was getting closer. Though he's slows down every few minutes, the burn in his limbs not as pleasant as it once was so naturally he seeks a way to make it stop and its costing him his orgasm.
Leons annoyed to say the least. If only he could just get there already.
He lifts his head to look at the mirror to the right of him, it being close enough to the bed that he catches a glimpse of himself panting heavily. His hair is stuck to his forehead, his cheeks a burning pink, Chris' shirt has ridden slightly up his back to show off the way his ass jiggles with every desperate grind forward. The pillow meanwhile is clammy with his fluids- wetness, drool, sweat. Its ruined.
Leon whines like he's wounded and stops what he's doing both to give some relief to his hurting body but also to hold himself up enough on his elbows to get to his phone on its charger. Its been on there a while already, the batteries at 100 by now.
He taps in the passcode, easily swiping into his contacts and pressing the one labeled with just a bear emoji (Sherrys been getting him to use them recently). He puts the phone on the cold, clean pillow next to him on speaker while it rings.
Honestly its highly unlikely Chris would reply, what if hes busy? and Leon's here calling him because he cant get off without him. He'll just give up if that's the case, go to bed, clean himself up then attempt to sleep hoping his arousal will dissipate.
It rings a fith time and the line clicks answered, Chris' voice coming through the speakers with fondness like when he's smiling.
"Leon i thought you'd be asleep by now, wasn't expecting such a late call." the time on his phone tells him that its close to 9 now.
"Oh sorry i can hang up if thats what you'd prefer? pretend you dont miss me oh so much—" Chris laughs, cutting him off swiftly and making him smirk.
"No stay, i've missed hearing you, just you in general." Chris sounds tired. That alone is enough for Leon to lift his head out of his horny haze. His voice taking on the sympathetic worried tone.
"Bad time?" Chris audibly sighs. Theres the sound of a bed squeaking in the background assumingly as Chris' weight settles down onto it. Huh, must be staying somewhere then….maybe Leon didn't call during a life or death situation then.
Chris has time to give him hopefully if he isn't minutes from passing out.
"Nah just tired, mission was cleaned up easy enough but my shoulder is killing me, it starts throbbing every so often."
"I think your age is showing there babe." Leon remarks teasingly. Chris takes the bait.
"Oh shut up you aren't far behind." and its true Leons not. He complains about an ache at least twice a day sometimes, mainly because he can and he hates that he's aging so ungracefully if you ask him. Theres some people his age who can do all sorts of shit and yet he can't even walk too long without lower back pain.
The way he sways his hips as relief is a small added bonus when it also rewards him with a feral husband.
Chris clears his throat on the other end "So, what are you up to this fine evening on a day off, agent?"
"I made some kind of salad for dinner even though i hate that shit but you say its healthy so i eat it anyway. I showered and now im..in bed missing you." Its not a lie when he was literally crying earlier with how much he missed him. Chris coos at him, Leon rolls his eyes like he doesn't love it.
"Don't worry gorgeous i'll be home tomorrow morning, maybe afternoon." Leon perks up. Shit that soon?, his heart speeds up a bit in excitement.
"Yeah yeah thats great, cant wait to see you really i mean that, but.." his silence drags a bit and he can imagine Chris' eyebrow raising in curious suspicion, waiting on a response from him.
"But?"
Leon's hips move again on their own and he bites back the moan he makes. Okay, he can do this. Surprisingly they dont do phone sex that often so he's still a teeny bit shy about it if he thinks too much.
"What if i-..what if i need you now?" comes out softer than he wanted it to.
"And what exactly is it that you need from me baby?" Leon can hear the smile on Chris' face, picture that he's just glanced to the phone in curiosity. He's always wanting Leon to use his words, to tell him directly what he wants because he know's that if Leons really that desperate then he'll ask for it.
Any other time Leon would probably be against that, he's a stubborn brat in bed by nature but tonight is not one of those nights that he wants to drag anything out when he's already so wound up. His body is steadily seeking what it needs to and all he has to do is given in to it.
"Need you to talk to me. Im wearing your clothes and i've got my toy driving me insane here but i cant-" Leon huffs in between "I cant get there without you Chris."
Chris coo's at him and makes his heart do a flip in his chest, he can hear a zip being undone in the background with how silent Chris's hotel room, jesus so they're both really doing this huh?. Its quiet for a minute and Leons about to ask for his husband to say something but he beats him to it, Chris tells him to grind that bit harder, tells him to imagine it's him he's on top of instead of the toy.
The imagery immediately makes Leon moan. He loves riding Chris or sitting ontop of him to feel his hard dick underneath him, most of the time its paired with Chris' arms around him as well to hold him close like he'll be getting off his lap anytime soon. The vibrator continues to buzz under him, the material of it made it easier to glide on.
"Shiiit i needed this, always need you baby." Chris groans into the phone, Leons voice shudders in response.
Chris spits then and the blonde desperately wishes he could see what was going on, Chris laying in bed with his shirt rucked up, boxers discarded with his hand wrapped around his cock jerking himself off listening to the sounds of his husband.
Its pathetic but Leon feels so close already, he's been balancing on the precipice for a such a long time, he needs to find this release, he can feel the pillow against his thighs absolutely soaked in sweat, Chris' shirt sticking to his frame. He moves against the vibrator and when he does, he seems to find just the right spot on his little dick where all the oversensitive nerves are.
His eyes shoot open and he all but yells in pleasure as his body begins to shake, his mouth agape tumbling drool down to his neck as he repeats a begging mantra of Chris's name.
"Chris Chris Chris- im gonna, fuck— im gonna fuckin' cum!"
Chris is breathing heavily, probably rutting up into his palm by now "Yeah? Cum for me honey, lemme hear it, please Leon- im right there with you."
He goess off like a shot. A mix of puppy cries and whimpers leaving his mouth as Leons body finally climaxes, allowing him a few more grinds before its just too much to handle. He reaches beneath him for the off button on the toy, physically slumping down, relaxing now just enough to hear when Chris cums not long after.
They're both silent during the come down, gathering their breaths back. Leons tired, this was exactly what he needed to bring him to the edge of sleep but he wills his eyes to stay open a little longer, just until he can tell Chris goodnight at the very least.
"Jesus that was good..made me make a mess of myself.."
"Well this pillow is going to need to be burned thats for sure."
"Not before i smell it." Chris says, Leon scrunches his face up at that, cringing.
"Ew Chris, gross." The other man just laughs, its funny considering he's caught Leon smelling a pair of his boxers oncr after he'd been the gym, they're both equally as disgusting as eachother that it's almost sweet.
"You baby? never. You sound tired, you should get some sleep."
Leons eyes do in fact flutter closed without his permission, exhaustion pulling on him much harder. He mumbles: "Wow thanks genius, i didn't know that." then he adds on the question about when Chris will be home. His heart warms hearing the reassurance of tomorrow if he isn't forced into a mountain of paperwork. Leon cant wait to see him.
"I love you, Leon. I'll hang up for you."
"Love you too.." is all Leon manages to get out before his dreams take him.