I Don’t Wanna Wait Till The Sunshine Fades

cw: smut, fellatio, cum ingestion, vaginal fingering, spanking, nipple play.

When your tears are dried and your heart is calm—as calm as it can be while you lay in his arms—you reach a hand down to the buckle of Leon’s belt.

He startles slightly, looking down at you with impossibly wide pupils while your taste still lingers on his tongue. “Baby…”

“It’s my turn to take care of you.” You begin to unbuckle the leather when a hand on your wrists stops you.

“I don't want to rush things, sweetheart. I just want you to feel good, don't fret over me.”

You feel like a child whose candy was stolen. After fantasizing about this for literal years, there's nothing more you want than to see and feel him bare. 

“You don't want me to touch you?”

“That's not what I said,” he tsks, then takes your hand to kiss your knuckles tenderly. “I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything in return. Getting to taste you was more for me than for you, trust me.”

You feel your face grow even hotter than it already is, and you have to stop yourself from starting to tear up again at how gentlemanly he’s being.

“But I want to touch you, Leon. Please let me make you feel good.”

The pleading look in your eyes while you demand he lets you pleasure him makes him wonder if this is some kind of elaborate prank on his poor heart. How can he say no when you are sweetness personified?

“Well, just a heads up, I haven't exactly showered yet,” he mutters sheepishly, finally conceding.

You giggle, poking his abs through his button up in a mock chastising manner. 

“Why are you still in your suit anyway?”

“I didn't have time to change, and… I guess I didn't really care enough. Not when my mind was on you the whole time.”

Heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice, you decide right then and there you’re going to make damn sure he realizes why this is so much better than any stupid date.

With your hand intertwined with his, you move to stand up and pull him off the bed with you, an evident determination in your steps. 

“Come on, big guy, we’re gonna shower together.”

“Big guy?” he laughs, eagerly matching your pace as he lets his eyes trail over your naked behind. For once he doesn't feel too guilty about checking you out. “You haven't seen big yet,” he adds with a sly grin.

You roll your eyes at his comment, though the smile on your face only widens. The excitement you feel at the prospect of seeing his body is overflowing your every cell.

Once inside the bathroom, you flick the switch on the wall and immediately regret it as you find yourself exposed under the harsh overhead light. It's quite the contrast with the dim atmosphere you left in your bedroom. 

Leon, on the other hand, is losing his fucking mind at the sight because you're so damn beautiful it's getting hard to breathe. He doesn't let you move further before he’s tugging you to his chest just to kiss you fervently again, his fingers digging into your waist.

“God, you’re breathtaking, darling.” He can't stop the words, and he knows he has never spoken truer ones.

Biting your lip, you squeeze where your hands rest on his nape with a playful smile to mask the thundering of your heart. You’ll faint at this rate if he keeps coming up with new pet names every minute.

“You’re breathtaking.”

He feels his cheeks flush like a schoolboy and grins, clicking his tongue. “You can't just recycle my compliment. You gotta come up with a new one.”

“Yeah? Well then, show me what you got and I might feel inspired,” you tease, feeling a surge of boldness at seeing his blushing face. “Take off your clothes, Kennedy.”

An almost pained sound escapes him at the command, relishing in your audacious demeanor. There is an undeniable nervousness in his gut as he loosens his already slackened tie, but he wants to be vulnerable with you just like you are—standing bare in front of him. 

You watch as he makes quick work of undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, only to pull it over his head, clearly not wanting to waste time. Then, with his muscled torso on display, he starts to unbuckle his belt with his bottom lip sucked into his mouth in concentration.

Oh, God, maybe you really are going to faint.

The last time you saw Leon shirtless was three years ago, during the summer of 2012. He was training at the gym in HQ in the middle of the night—probably because he couldn't sleep—and you had just returned from a mentally taxing intel mission. He didn't see you when you came in to let out the built-up tension of surveillance work, and you walked in on him mid dirty t-shirt change.

You think about that day often. How the fabric clung to his sweat glistened body. How he smiled at seeing you returning safe and sound, while pulling the garment on to cover himself out of respect. He was as cute as ever, apologizing as if he had inconvenienced you with the gorgeous sight.

But even with that glimpse of skin and the many times his wet tops stuck to his abs, it still wouldn't have prepared you for just how insanely hot this man is. And this is only half of him.

Unzipping his fly, he doesn't catch your wandering gaze as he concentrates on undressing himself completely. He lowers his pants and steps out of them, then chucks off his socks, pushing everything into a neat little pile in the corner of the bathroom floor. 

When he straightens back up with only his boxer briefs for modesty, he finds you smirking like you just won the jackpot, your eyes trained on his aching bulge. He would have something smart to say if not for the flusteredness you instill in him, despite his older age. Only you would manage to get him this shy.

Clearing his throat, he musters the confidence to yank his underwear down in one swift motion, kicking it to the side, then standing up with his back straight like his face isn't growing redder with every passing second under your stare. 

And boy, does he love your stare.

You look at him like he’s some kind of masterpiece. Like you're fighting the urge to kiss every inch of his skin. Especially the ones between his legs, because fuck—his dick is big, and veiny, and leaking, and fucking hell, did he also have to have the perfect cock on top of everything else?

“You weren't kidding…” you comment in a choked whisper.

“Shut up,” he blushes, moving to grab your hand and guide you into the shower before he can start twitching under your hungry gaze—which he definitely didn't do already.

Nearly stumbling on your feet from horniness, you follow him into the tub and watch as he closes the striped plastic curtain behind you. The air between you suddenly feels even more intimate now within the confines of the shower. It doesn't help either that his tall and broad silhouette fills up the space so much, making him look intimidating despite his gentleness.

“Um, do you like it hot or on the cooler side?” you ask softly, reaching for the valve on the tiled wall.

“I like whatever you like.”

And there goes your heart lurching in your chest again. Your life expectancy is steadily decreasing in the presence of the fellow agent. You just hope you’ll get to suck him off at least once before passing away from lovesick fool syndrome.

Once the water on, you both momentarily step back while the stream reaches the desired temperature, but not before Leon laughs when the cold spray brushes your shoulder and you jump.

“Come here, you baby,” he teases, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back against his chest. 

“I’m not a baby, it's really cold!” 

He kisses the droplets on your skin in response, a smile tugging at his lips at your grumpy retort. “You’re my baby.”

With his soft whisper and his mouth trailing up your neck, you feel yourself melt like putty as you sink back into him, only to feel his painfully hard erection against your lower back. 

Oh, you’re not waiting anymore.

Turning around you tug him under the now warm water alongside you, and crash your lips to his so hard his eyes go wide, your hands gripping his wet locks. You take the opportunity to slide your hands down to his biceps and give them a squeeze, then, you run them along his chest and trace the fine hairs on his torso. Every part of him feels like it was molded for your palms and you can't stop touching him, making him gasp when you caress his toned stomach. 

When you feel he’s dazed enough from your fervent kiss, you proceed to push him against the wall and sink to your knees faster than he can react.

Leon feels his brain short circuit in real time, the image of you dripping wet and kneeling before him being something out of his wildest dreams. Hell, even in his dreams you didn't look this good—and certainly not this bold.

“Kid, you really don't have to—”

“I want to. Now please shut up and let me taste you, Leon, I’ve waited for this long enough.”

“Shit… Y-yeah, okay,” he swallows hard at your whiny, yet definitive command.

His agreement is all you need before you’re placing your hands on his thick thighs, slick drooling down your own. You can feel your cunt clench and unclench at the sheer sight of him soaked, water running down his perfect body, while his chest heaves before you even have him in your mouth. But you won't make him wait any longer.

With your eyes locked on his, you wrap your fingers around his base, then lick a long stripe from the bottom to the top of his throbbing cock. Your tongue glides over the protruding veins, and it instantly makes him twitch with a whimper. You don't think you’ve ever heard him whimper.

Greedy for more of his noises, all shyness is thrown out the window when you grab his length more firmly just to obscenely tap it on your outstretched tongue repeatedly. 

Leon feels like he’s gonna die.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re—fuck—” he grunts in a mixture of awe and pure heat, precum oozing a little more out of his slit.

You hum in response, flicking your tongue in kitten licks on the underside of his cockhead, right on the frenulum. His reaction is immediate as he reaches his hands to cup your cheeks, like he can't believe something so precious can be so filthy.

Only then do you wrap your lips around the head to suckle gently, closing your eyes at the taste and feel of him. He looks too beautiful like this, looming over you and yet at your complete mercy. You wish you could stay like this forever.

Pulling away just enough to spit on his pulsing dick, you spread the mixture of saliva and pre to coat him fully with rhythmic jerks of your arm. Then, you take him in your mouth again, driving your tongue into his leaking slit.

Leon doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. Everything you do has him making pathetic sounds, and his fingers are twitching where they reverently stroke your face. He feels like he’s gonna cum embarrassingly fast, but then again it's a wonder he didn't orgasm earlier from eating you out.

While he tries to hold on to make this last as long as possible, every muscle in his abdomen contracting, you, on the other hand, show no mercy.

You start to gently squeeze his balls with one hand, feeling the soft flesh on your palm, while the other keeps stroking him with twists of your wrist, all as your mouth engulfs as much of his fat cock as possible. Though, no matter how much you try, you can only take about a third of him before your eyes water as you gag.

When you do, your throat constricting around his tip, he hisses in pleasure, but quickly shakes his head. “Don't hurt yourself for me, baby…”

Reluctantly, you do as he says even if the idea of choking on his dick makes your pussy flutter. So you continue working him with both hands and your mouth, tonguing his glans again just to collect his salty precum before it even oozes.

When he reaches the edge, his hands tighten on your head, fingers digging into your scalp to push you back as he strains out a warning between clenched teeth.

“Fuck, kid, I’m gonna—”

But before he can succeed in pushing you off, you sink your mouth further with a muffled whine, and there's nothing he can do except shake as he shoots his load down your throat with a string of curses and moans. 

You swallow every drop of his generous spend, your head dizzy with arousal, as you stare up at him in complete adoration. You only ever fantasized about what he would taste like, but this is better than you ever thought. There's so much fucking cum it's seeping past your lips, but you do a quick work of licking it clean.

The moment the last shudder of his climax passes through him, he’s hauling you up with firm hands on your waist, then presses you against the wall just roughly enough to startle you but not enough to hurt.

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours in a sloppy, tongue filled kiss while he grips your jaw securely. He feels lightheaded tasting the muskiness of his own semen from your mouth, licking your drooly state eagerly. When he pulls back, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, the blue in his eyes is nearly swallowed by his dark pupils.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You drive me fucking insane.”

You whine, rubbing your thighs together in need as you cling to him to pull him closer.

“Leon, you have no idea how insane you make me…”

“Yeah? Then tell me, princess, I’d love to know. Because on my end, I’ve been fighting the urge to say ‘fuck it’ and bend you over the nearest surface from that moment in those vents.”

Your eyes widen as you recall the memory of accidentally backing into his face in the narrow air ducts, feeling your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment.

“I thought you were upset about that…”

“Upset? Baby if I could, I would’ve pulled those tight little cargo pants down and tasted you right then and there…” he chuckles darkly, but then, his tone softens into something more vulnerable. “I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at myself for wanting you. It’s been hell trying to fight it.”

You want to tell him he has no idea the battle you have been fighting for years—constantly guilty over your feelings. Even now, with his naked body pressed against yours, you're still scared of being too much, too intense, so you keep the full truth to yourself.

“You don't have to fight it anymore. I’m right here.” 

Leon feels his chest tighten knowing you're only ‘here’ for a short time before you’ll eventually leave. He hates that this is only happening now, days before your departure. But what is he supposed to do? Beg you to stay? Beg you to let go of a great opportunity for him? 

No. It’s not like he's stupid enough to believe he deserves you. What's happening right now is nothing short of a miracle, and he’s aware it's not meant to last.

One day, you’ll meet someone that's not broken. Someone who you can grow and prosper with. Someone to raise a family with. And he will watch from the sidelines and wish you all the best, even if it rips him apart. Because at the end of the day, he will never not be the man that killed your father and dragged you into a world of blood and gore. No matter how much he cares for you like it's his sole purpose.

He feels a sudden urge to yell and curse at the life that has always been so unfair to him, but he refuses to let it ruin this precious moment with you.

With a rough kiss to your lips, he spins you around suddenly so that your chest is pressed against the cold tile. Then, with a nibble at your ear, he brings a hand to the supple flesh of your ass and begins kneading it.

“And I’m not letting you go anywhere tonight.”

A finger plunges into your soaked, silky cunt to punctuate his promise, the glide so easy he immediately adds a second one just to feel you clench.

You can barely speak apart from whimpered pleas, and he obliges by steadily finger fucking you, all while his other hand delivers light slaps to your ass that have you going absolutely feral.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. About this pretty ass under my hands and this little pussy around my fingers.”

“Fuck, y-you talk so dirty…”

“Hmm, I guess I do… Do you like it?” he bites your ear again.

“I fucking love it,” you rasp out in a feverish moan.

“Then I won't stop. This sweet cunt is the prettiest I’ve ever seen, baby, and it deserves to know it."

You twist your upper body just to kiss him past your shoulder, and he groans into your mouth, curling his fingers inside you. With your contorted torso, he dips his head down to latch onto your nipple and feels your tight walls pulse around his digits at the act.

“Look at you falling apart for me. I could do this forever, darling,” he whispers between wet sucks. “I could kiss all over this sweet body until you’re shaking every fucking day if you let me.”

The hand that was gently spanking you moves to your front, cupping your pussy like he owns it, and for the night, he likes to pretend that he does. Earnest fingers then spread your folds, and soon enough he’s rubbing precise circles on your clit that have you absolutely sobbing.

“Louder, baby,” he grunts against your skin, giving your puffy nipple a light bite. “Let me hear it.”

It’s all too much for you to bear and before you know it, your moans are echoing against the steamy bathroom walls as you cum hard with unintelligible mentions of his name. Your fingers slip against the wet tiles, your head is thrown back against his shoulder, all while he mouths your throat in adoring worship.

“Leon…” you whimper, clearer now, as you come down from the high, and his heart flutters like a love stricken idiot.

“My good girl.”

New chapter coming soon.

i am a smut writer after all 😏