She looks at you, she's bewitching

After returning home from the horrors of his past in Racoon City and nearly dying from Elpis, Leon was a wreck. To say he had it rough after it was all said and done would be a gross understatement. Despite it all, when he did come home to you, his wife, he had a smile on his face. Though, you could see the tinge of hurt in his eyes, the hurt that comes and goes with time, the hurt that breaks your heart. 

It takes him a while to decompress from an arduous assignment, but this one was different. 

Memories of the past came rushing back while he was in Racoon City, though, those memories crippled him when he came home. He was finally in his safe place, his haven at home with you, and he could finally deal with the emotional turmoil he’s sure Grace and Emily went through as well. 

Thankfully, he's been getting better, just at a pace he doesn’t like. Leon wants to break from the familiar mental fog and enjoy his life, right away. He wants to be present with you, at all times.

So when the topic of having a drink came up at tonight’s dinner, Leon took it as a sign to let loose. It’s been months since he had a sip of beer, let alone even looked at the liquor that’s probably drying up in a cabinet somewhere in the kitchen. He only reserves liquor for special occasions like holidays and birthdays, and the odd beer for get-togethers. The two of you have an agreement, you would keep him in line if need be (Leon never needed to be kept in line, not for over a decade now) but you wouldn’t suffocate him. He had a complicated relationship with alcohol in the past, but he was never an alcoholic. You didn’t want to breathe down his neck and nag him if he ever wanted to have a buzz. Still, Leon chooses not to drown his sorrows in whiskey or bourbon like he used to when the two of you first got together. He can deal with his emotions and trauma through healthy means with you by his side, teaching him that it’s okay to go through the feelings and not push them away.

“Don’t mind having that drink now,” he said.

Your ears perked up and your fork paused its twirl in the pasta he made.

“You sure?” 

“Yeah. Wanna have some fun with my wife.”

You trusted him, and he trusted himself, so why not indulge yourselves in a little alcohol to take the edge off?

The plan was to enjoy some bourbon on the couch with a movie going, but that didn’t pan out. Not when you’re both currently a couple of glasses in, not when he’s out of his mind drunk and so are you.

Particles of clothing speckle the living room floor that lead to the bedroom where the two of you are in the throes of feral pleasure. While on all fours, you're pleasantly drunk with a death-grip anchored to your hips that belong to your husband. He’s in his so-called “sweet spot”, the one where he’s not completely wasted, but definitely not sober. When he’s in this state, he’s completely insatiable. He’s a clingy, loving, greedy, filthy, and unhinged Leon. He isn’t just drunk off the bourbon; he’s drunk off your scent, drunk off the contortions of your face, drunk off your body’s curves, drunk off the heat of your pussy. The sex is so animalistic that it makes you forget trying to look pretty for him, makes you forget how to act, makes you forget anything that isn’t Leon and his thick cock. 

“Been a while since I fucked this pussy with bourbon in my system,” he grunts, shoving your ass back onto him as he strokes his way into you.

He’s right, it’s been a long time since the two of you had drunken sex. In the past, it was a little more common that the two of you would drink and end up on the kitchen table or against a wall. It’s always a wild time when you’re drunk with him as the alcohol in your system heightens your senses. 

Leon’s hair is messy yet somewhat intact; you’d think he’s some video game character given how perfect he always looks. Grunting with each drive of his slamming hips, he’s like an animal crazed and obsessed with its prey, messy and eager to devour. You’re entirely at his mercy, and you’re thankful he chose the bed this time, because your knees would crumble if he were fucking you like this on the floor. The rough handling on your body makes you drip on his driving cock, his balls slapping your clit as you teeter on the edge of release. The sheets beneath your knees slip as he manhandles your hips to his liking, pulling and pushing your body like a starved fiend.

“Fuck, baby,” he sighs under his breath, lifting a hand and striking your ass on the meatiest part, making you squeal. “Sound so pretty, so fuckin’ depraved.”

Pale blues follow the line of your back up to your pretty little head. Torso curving over your back, he maintains his right hand on your hip and reaches around to your mouth with his left. His ring and middle finger trace your lips with reverence; how he missed them when he was in Racoon City. You moan with the immediate parting of your lips in search of his fingers. His fingers push in, caressing your tongue. Deeper and deeper his fingers fill your mouth up, the silver of his wedding band smoothing over your tastebuds. Groaning, he slows his thrusts as he gets lost in the feel of your inviting mouth.

“Slobberin’ on my fingers like you’re suckin’ my cock,” he breathes before pressing your tongue down and making you gag on his fingers. 

Taking his fingers in deep, your eyes roll back as the fat end of his cock keeps teasing the sweet spot he knows so well. In your daze, you wish it was possible to have him in your mouth at the same time. The silly thought disappears when the rough pads of his fingers glide across the breadth of your tongue, mimicking the drag of his cock. The slow stretch of your walls is enough to make you cum, but the alcohol in your bloodstream hangs onto the feeling and stays there.

With a grunt, Leon takes his fingers out from your mouth and returns both hands to your hips. Sucking in air through his teeth, he leers at the curvature of your body. His blown-out blues trace the curve of your back, following down to your arching lower back and ass. Leon shifts his hands to your ass, grabbing handfuls of fat. His jaw hangs open and his bangs shake against his cheekbones as his gaze drops to your expanded opening. Leon’s cock twitches inside you and he pushes on the fat of your ass upward, spreading you open. The elastic ring of skin around your entrance tightly grips him, his thick shaft glistening under the low light of the bedroom as your pussy paints him with glossy fluid. Fists full of flesh, he groans with every insertion; he would watch this filth forever if he could. 

Mesmerized by you, Leon reluctantly withdraws from your pussy only to see your empty hole pathetically clench on nothing. A deep grunt rumbles in his chest, his lips closed, and his jaw tight as he lays his heavy cock over your folds. His size encompasses your pussy, covering the entirety of it from his view. Leon’s hips pull back enough to let the tip of his cock graze your entrance before it brushes past, teasing you. Biting his lips between his teeth, he starts grinding the back of his cock against your pussy, and you whine, pushing back with your folds splitting around him. 

“Desperate little pussy,” he mumbles to himself, spanking you harshly. 

A hopeless gasp shoots out of your mouth, the burn on your ass blooming into pleasant warmth.

“Put it back in, sweetheart,” he rasps from behind, making you feel every inch of him against your slit. 

Dropping his arms to his sides, he allows you to take control. You feel his cock jerk forward, waiting quite impatiently for you.

You reach behind you with a whimper, but Leon smacks his tongue. “You know better than to use your hands.”

Huffing, you rest on your forearms and elbows, fastening the sheets in your hands. Biting your bottom lip, you shift forward to let his cock hang parallel to your pussy before moving back to catch his tip. The fat end of him slips on your slick, missing your entrance entirely with his balls smacking into your clit. You try again, but quickly fail as the alcohol in your bloodstream renders you uncoordinated. 

“Mmh, Leon,” you mumble, looking back at him. 

You wave your ass in ways that make him wanna just ravage you and get on with it, but he’s enjoying your struggle. 

“Aw, baby. Is your pussy too wet?” Leon mocks, the question all too encompassing for your brain to comprehend right now. 

You offer him a needy whine, eyebrows knitting together in frustration. 

“C’mon, baby, you can do it,” he encourages you, cocking his head to the side and looking right into your glossy eyes. 

Fuck, you look beautifully trashed, he thinks. 

The alcohol is doing a number on your tousled hair and fucked-out expression. You’re completely disregarding how you look to him, but to Leon, this is when you’re at your most divine state; he loves when you let go completely. 

“Look at me, baby,” Leon demands, voice gruff and low enough to vibrate through your pussy.

With your eyelids low enough to cover half of your irises, you gaze at him with smoldering eyes. Your lips part, and you focus on Leon’s handsome face. The age his skin wears is exquisite, the wrinkles telling the story of his life in an intricate design that decorates the slight bronze of his rugged skin. This herculean man, your husband, has you on all fours, both of you drunk and out of your minds. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, keep those pretty eyes on me.” 

Maintaining eye contact, you move forward, feeling his tip prod your entrance, and in one confident push you finally ease yourself on his cock. Your jaw hangs open with a loud, erotic moan, Leon’s groan a backdrop to the vile tone of your cry. Even after many years of being husband and wife, it still surprises you how big he is. Your ass meets his veined abdomen before you pull back and commence a hungry pace. Each new entry brings you a high that you never get tired of, your tongue dripping with lust in pleasant whines. The wet glide of his wide shaft fuels the scorching flames within you to keep going, regardless of how breathless you are. You just want to keep seeing Leon’s handsome face as you fuck yourself on him. 

“Mmm, Leon,” you purr, eyes dead set on him. “You’re so big.”

Leon scowls down at you, his hands making tight fists at his sides. “Yeah?”

Eagerly nodding, you begin bouncing on him. “So fucking big,” you moan, eyebrows knitting as his relentless girth splits you in half. 

You’re mouthy when you’re drunk, and it only gets Leon’s blood pumping since he’s usually the one with the dirty mouth, alcohol or not, though it does exacerbate his tendency to dirty talk. 

“Too big for you, huh?” He provokes, eyes snapping to the up and down shake of your ass.

Your hips stutter from his words, but you quickly pick up the pace as confidence shoots up your spine. Like a woman possessed, you fuck him how he fucks you when he’s drunk. You sink to the base of his cock with each arduous thrust, sloppy wet squelches emitting from the connection of your bodies. The fat of your ass ripples from the harsh recoil of meeting his pelvis, the view consuming Leon’s attention. 

“Bounce your ass just like that, princess,” he grunts, words breaking from the thump of your ass hitting him. 

Working him in circles, you move like you’re in heat, your chest warm from the alcohol and his praises. The curve of your ass hypnotizes him with its erotic movements, twirling and undulating. 

“Ah, shit,” he huffs under his breath, nearly at the brink of cumming while watching you go at it. 

With a flutter of his lashes, Leon glances back at your face, your glossy eyes ever focused on him. Seeing you just absolutely absorbed in watching him watch you maddens him. Quickly licking the drool that threatens to drip from his bottom lip, he grabs your ass as he’s been itching to do so. Leon stills your hips with a manhandling grasp before pulling out completely and penetrating you again. His thick head burrows through your pulsing walls, making way for even thicker flesh. Your eyes roll back behind your closing eyes, your head dropping as he fucks you with swift claps resounding throughout the bedroom. 

“Hey, eyes on me,” he orders softly, noticing you’re starting to lose it.

Whining, you lift your head and peek at him from behind your shoulder once more, watching his bangs sway with his rough plunges. 

“Wanna see that pretty face when I make you cum.”

Leon’s fingers leave indents on your ass, digging into you deliciously. With every thrust, he’s in deep, bullying your cervix in ways that have your toes curling and back bowing. He’s thorough with you, savagely slipping through the tightness of your pussy with such speed and force he’s already rousing a hard orgasm out of you.

“Leon, wait,” you mutter, feeling an immense amount of pressure in your core. 

Leon ignores you knowing you don’t really mean wait even though he’s drunk; the two of you established multiple safe words earlier just in case it’s hard to remember in your stupor.

“Wait for what, baby? How can I wait when your pussy’s so fuckin’ perfect,” he grunts with a sharpness in his husky voice. 

“Ha, fuck,” you say through short pants, unable to breathe properly as his thrusts take your breath away. “Stooo—” Your voice lilts out into a high-pitched whine, drawing out your word as your pussy constricts his driving cock. 

You don’t want him to stop, but it’s hard to control what’s coming out of your mouth when your body is tensing up to such a degree of pleasure that it’s shocking you. You fall onto your chest as your body seizes, crying into the sheets as you cling to them.

“Baby,” Leon hurriedly calls out, feeling how much you’re convulsing on his cock. 

Liquid trickles out of you in between the jerks of your hips, leaking down the length of his cock and balls. Your lower body twitches with the powerful waves of pleasure washing over you like a stormy ocean, drowning you in bliss. Sharp eyes catch the fluid dripping out of you, Leon’s cock flexing inside your rippling walls at the obscene sight. 

“Fuuck, squirted all over my cock, huh?”

Rolling his hips to a halt, he unsheathes himself and shuffles off the bed, his balance wobbly the second his feet hit the floor. By your hips, Leon drags you to the edge of the bed with your shins half off the mattress. He ducks down, face to face with a delectable view of your ass and pussy. Whistling at the masterpiece your body created, he plants his hands on your ass and sprawls you out like a book. Leon’s scowl worsens, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening as he takes in the wetness of your folds.

“Made a fuckin’ mess all over yourself, baby,” he booms through the air, mouth salivating at the droplets that cascade down your inner thighs.

The mere sight of your pussy in front of him bewitches him; Leon could eat you out all night long if it were up to him. You feel his bangs graze your ass before his hot tongue licks a fat stripe up your inner thigh, his taste buds collecting the essence that escaped you. His tongue doesn’t let up, instead, he drags it all the way up to your groin before meeting your pussy. Dripping down your folds, his tongue cleanses the viscous fluid from your folds while getting you all messy again. Squealing out his name from overstimulation, you involuntarily swirl your hips against his face. While his stubble scratches your ass, he groans at the feeling of your pussy squishing against his mouth, chin, and nose. Him eating you out from behind gives your entrance extra love, with the tip of his tongue catching your clit at the start of each new lick. 

“Mmph,” he grunts against your pussy, slurping your juices like a mad man.

The tip of his tongue swipes across your bud from side to side, the top of his lip squishing against your entrance. With an iron grip on your hips and ass, his silver wedding band digs into your skin, creating a beloved mark of your nuptials. 

“Please,” you hiccup, trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. 

You’re still sensitive from your orgasm, and another is quickly building in your belly. The sheets below you soak up your tears, catching your moans as you crumple the fabric in tight fists. Humming, his cock twitches in midair as he begins to feel you pulsating on his tongue. 

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he mumbles into your pussy, wet lips slipping across your folds.

Leon backs away with a filthy string of slick following his bottom lip. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” he groans while thumbing open the sides of your pussy, pulling apart your outer and inner labia. 

Leon buries his face into your pussy, sloppily making out with the flesh of your entrance. His hot breath seeps into you as his cruel tongue and lips knead your pussy. His cruel tongue dips lower, relentlessly flicking your poor clit. The pleasure at your clit fractures through your limbs, shooting intense bolts of electricity through your nerves. His heavy shaft bobs in the air as a new bead of precum oozes from the tip, drooling on the floor before the translucent thread breaks. He shudders against your glossy folds, feeding off your pleasure as if he were the one receiving.  Leon urgently pushes your pussy into his mouth, doubling his efforts. Only able to utter pleas of delight, you mindlessly bring your fist up to your lips, biting and drooling on the sheets. 

“Gonna cum, baby?” Leon asks you with a voice so deep it goes right to your pussy. 

You respond with a high pitched whine, your ass lifting further up and making his nose go deeper into your folds.

“Well, aren’t you greedy, cummin’ on my cock and now my tongue,” Leon teases you before latching his lips onto your clit and sucking.

Your neglected hole flexes as the beginnings of a built up orgasm licks the very edges of your reality. His lips are persistent, sucking your clit and letting go to flick at it before sucking again, this time harder, and you choke on your breath with your body freezing. Pure ecstasy smashes into you like a ton of bricks, rendering you mute before you cry out with a wanton moan. Leon all but moans against your pussy as he feels you cumming on his tongue, his insatiable mouth drinking in the honey that graciously spills out. He drags his tongue up to your entrance and closes his lips around your labia, gently sucking before letting go. Standing straight, he affectionately caresses the meat of your ass. 

“Pussy tastes so good,” he praises wholeheartedly, a goofy smile spreading across his lustrous lips.

You huff out harsh breaths, collapsing on your side with your legs bent as you peer up at him through heavy eyelids. Leon reaches out for a short glass of bourbon on the bedside table, the muscles wrapping around his torso and arms flexing as he does so. With his middle and thumb holding the glass, his heavy lidded stare burns you through the gap between his fingers and the rim of the glass while he takes a swig. 

“Better than that bourbon?” You joke, voice breathless as you try to catch it.

“Tch,” Leon gives you a breathy laugh, offering you the rest of the bitter liquid. “There’s no comparison, sweetheart,” he says and gives you a confident smile that is far too sexy for your sensitive state.

You down the rest of the bourbon, the burn in your throat waking you up from the afterglow of your orgasm. Leon bends at the hip and handles your jaw with his thumb and the rest of his fingers behind your neck, capturing your lips. Bourbon dances on your hungry tongues, mixing with saliva that threatens to spill from the corners of your lips as a rush of warmth encapsulates you both. The new alcohol content hitting your bloodstream impedes both of your movements in the most careless of ways.

Leon’s expert hands maneuver you onto your back, taking your ankles and pulling you down the sea of sheets until your ass is at the edge of the bed. The muscles encasing his body are formidable; he could easily hurt you if he wasn’t so careful. Gulping down the dryness in your throat, your stare leads down to his hanging cock, the poor thing flushed in color and dripping with precum. He puts his weight onto his fists beside your waist, looming over you with his height. Scorching blues scan over your body like they’re surveying the expanse of your skin, indecent thoughts running through his pretty head. Meeting your eyes, he looks gorgeously crazed as he gazes down at you, bangs curtaining around his face. Those lips of his are swollen and wet with your slick that’s smeared across his chin and the tip of his nose. He’s almost glaring down at you, and you know you’re about to be ruined. 

Grabbing a pillow with one hand, he lifts your hips with his other and tucks the pillow beneath your hips. Your lower half is raised with your calves to the back of your thighs, your pussy unfurled for his dimmed blues. Running his hands down your shins, he rubs your ankles, eyes fluttering from your eyes to your pussy. He’s silent, caressing your shins as he appreciates the color and shape of your pussy with a tilt of his head. Switching his grasp to your inner thighs, his hands settle on your groin, thumbs sliding down the sides of your outer labia. He greedily opens you up again, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looks back up at you. Holding the thick base of his cock, he rubs the underside of it against your clit, running it down to your entrance. You give him a single gasp when the head of him enters you with the rest of the shaft filling you to the brim. Leon sighs, shifting his hips back before pushing forward and initiating a devastatingly deep tempo. 

No words can describe the feeling of the wet glide of his thick cock sliding into you, no words can describe the rush of a high blistering through your chest. While thrusting into you, his torso curls over you. Leon frames your head like a halo with an arm, resting on it while his other frames your outer thigh, his large hand splaying on your ass. Hissing through his teeth, he quickens the pace, feeling the remnant aftershocks of your orgasm in your walls. He was nearly on the verge of ejaculating from eating you out earlier, but now it’s even harder to stave off an early climax. His bangs cover his face as he lowers his head, nuzzling into your neck. His stubble etches your skin, soft lips soothing the sharp sting with saccharine kisses and sneaky licks. Angling his hips differently, he smashes right into your sweet spot. Gasping before crying out a lustful moan, you clamp down on him.

“You like that, baby?” He whispers, breath puffing against the crest of your ear. “Like that daddy’s cock is fucking you nice and deep?”

It’s not often Leon uses such a word as it’s only reserved for when he gets really nasty. He’s a respectful gentleman, the type to keep you on the inner side of the sidewalk, the type to treat you like a princess, the type to kiss your forehead while pounding you into the bed. The man has his perversions and kinks, and he never knew daddy could be one of them until one night when you blurted it out. Leon teased you about it for days until he used it on you. It’s perverse in the most vile way, but somehow, when it’s the two of you alone doing the most depraved things, it’s the cherry on top to a very filthy session. Only you could make him feel safe enough to share his darkest desires.

“Love it,” you choke out, running a hand through his hair and gripping it at the root and pressing your lips to his hot ear. “Love when you fuck me like this, daddy.” 

Leon’s hips stutter as he groans from your handling of his hair, his nails digging into your ass as he wildly fucks you into the bed. The rug under his feet keeps sliding away with his rapid movements, and he violently kicks it away to gain leverage on the hard wood. 

“Fuuck, so filthy for me,” he grunts, kissing your ear.

“Know you like it,” your words slur into one quick blurb, wanting to match the same energy as Leon but the way his cock is beating your sweet spot makes it difficult to sound coherent.

“Love it,” Leon copies you, a smug grin evident in the lilt of his voice.

He licks at your neck before latching onto your skin with a generous suck, loud and vivid in your ear. Leon focuses on all the noises you make, little whimpers and loud moans that give him all that he needs to keep fucking you.

“Fuckin’ drunk off daddy’s dick aren’t you?” His vulgar words spit out like fire against the trunk of your neck. 

Licking up to your jaw, he lines the frame of it before backing away to look at your pretty face. 

“Yes,” you desperately mewl, letting go of his hair in favor of his back, lined with perfect muscles that tense under your fingertips. 

You won’t last long if he’s going to keep saying stuff like that, but you love it when Leon frees himself of his morals for pleasure. With your hand still gripping his hair, you glance down at his rocking body from the top view of your thighs. His hard abs crash into the back of your thighs, his firm pecs between your knees. Wrapping his hands around your ankles, he spreads your legs out more and his ever searching eyes hone in on the connection between your bodies. Sliding in and out, his girth spears you open in the lewdest of ways. With your swollen clit crowning the top of his lengthy cock, your labia stretches around him, massaging him as he penetrates you deeply. Then, he looks at you, and your walls tighten upon seeing his handsome face leering down at you like he’s furiously aroused, scowl etched in his sharp features. With his bangs swaying across his cheeks, he chuckles, making your walls even tighter.

“You’re so fuckin’ cute when you do that,” he simpers.

“Do what?” 

“Gettin’ all flustered when I look at you. Jus’ like you did when I first met you, ‘cept this time you’re wrapped ‘round my cock.”

He leans over you, smoothing his hands up your stomach and bouncing breasts, stopping to give them a rapacious squeeze. Roughened thumbs trace the pebbling skin of your nipples, teasing the peaks before his hands continue their slithering ascent. Molding to your shoulders, his skilled hands massage the muscles there. Your jaw is hanging open, hair frazzled and spinning patterns upon your cheeks. Breasts bouncing with every deep plunge of his cock, your arching body is a feast for his famished eyes.

Leon pauses inside you and shifts his weight on the bed, kneeling while snaking his arms under your back and shifting you further up the bed so he can fully mount you. His incandescent body coils around you like a heated blanket, and you hold his warmth against you with your arms around his ribs and hands pawing at the deep line in the middle of his back. He imprisons you, surrounding you with only his gorgeous face and broad shoulders that expand to the peripherals of your blurry vision.

“You’re so beautiful, my perfect wife.”

Leon rests his forehead on yours, nose scrunching like it does when he’s in pain. 

“Fuckin’ love you,” he declares, voice raw and rugged as if he’d been screaming.

“Love y— mmm.”

He cuts your response short as he starts drilling into you. You’re not sure when a new thrust starts or ends as your walls are always full of him. With the new angle his body is at, he’s somehow able to reach the deeper depths of your body, stroking an eye-watering spot that has you utterly stunned.

“Leon, oh my god,” you pathetically whine, unable to speak properly now that he’s stealing the air from your lungs. 

“Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

Your heart soars with adoration and amusement; Leon never fails to get even more sappy and rambly when he’s drunk. 

“Can’t believe I get to fuck you like this, baby,” he breathes across your lips, kissing you hard, lips, tongue, and teeth crashing into you.

“Been dreamin’ ‘bout this the moment I set eyes on you.”

Leon’s fragrant words melt upon your lips, mixing the sentiment of his declaration like a love potion.

“Still dream ‘bout you, your perfect face, perfect body,” he utters almost obsessively, facial hair burning your face as it grazes you perfectly.

Your breathing stutters in his mouth and he groans wholeheartedly, lips and tongue paused but attached to your own lips as he pants in your mouth. His fingers under your back spread further, holding your ribs as he fucks you like a beast in heat. Your walls are constantly throbbing around the veins and silky skin of his hard cock, and your eyes are lost in the blues that are beguiling boring holes into you.

“Mm, baby,” he breathes, bourbon potent on his tongue. “So fuckin’ close.”

You whine, brows winding upward in a pitiful yet beautiful expression. 

“Love it when you shake like this,” he says, holding you flush to his jerking body. “Love it when you cum on my cock, when your pussy chokes me.”

Your nails dig into the muscles of his back, grating down his skin as your eyes roll back. A loud groan escapes Leon’s gaped mouth, transferring its passionate sentiment into the gap of your lips. He kisses your parted lips, open-mouthed and urgent as you cling and quiver on his cock. Other worldly pleasure courses through you with illuminating colors, splitting you into a million pieces with sparks behind your lids. 

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he growls, nose scrunching as he snarls feeling your pussy milk him.

Tears run down your temples as you moan in his mouth, exchanging voices as Leon, too, climaxes with you. The head of his cock swells, engorged with a rush of blood. His thrusts clap violently before they halt as he grinds into you, pulling out only to slam back into you for another greedy thrust while he ejaculates into you. Copious amounts of his seed slathers your walls and womb, complementing the nectar your body produced. Your walls cling to his jerking cock as it flexes violently inside you. Goosebumps riddle his heated body, speckling his warm skin as your hearts race with ecstacy. 

Eventually, your fingers ease their pressure on his back, and his grip on you lessens its harshness. Pulling his hands from beneath your back, Leon kisses you tenderly, groaning as the aftershock of his climax makes his cock twitch every so often. The remnants of your respective highs die down, leaving both of you basking in the pink afterglow of heightened pleasure. 

“I can’t,” you simply state, barely audible.

Leon swallows the dryness in his throat before speaking. 

“Can’t what?” His question is breathless.

“Can’t… move...”

Laughing at the dramatic tone of your weak voice, he lifts your limp hand and kisses the palm of it. 

“There’s no need to, princess. Stay right where you are.”

That’s the last thing you hear, the timbre of his warm voice before you pass out.

The steady breaths against his chest are what Leon hears the moment he starts waking from a deep slumber, and then the incessant throbbing in his head. He grunts in pain, squeezing your body closer for comfort and nuzzling his face into the back of your head, hoping the scent of your hair would make him forget the pain. Leon can tell it’s late morning, and he’s at least thankful to have bought curtains that block out most of the sun’s harsh rays. He sighs, knowing nothing will help him besides getting out of bed and taking medicine. It pains him to leave your side, but he just knows you’re going to wake up in the same state as he. Reluctantly, he sits up, the sheets pooling low around his defined Adonis belt. He sighs, putting his head into his hands before finally getting up.

After opening one curtain to let in enough light to see and brushing his teeth, he puts on a pair of boxers and sweatpants before rushing downstairs to take medicine. He downs an entire glass of water before going to the coffee maker and roasting the strongest coffee, mentally taking note of what to make for breakfast.

Leon makes his way back to the bedroom,pushing the door open with his foot as his hands are preoccupied with a giant tray of food, juice, and coffee. You’re still knocked out, and he chuckles at the unconventional way you’re wrapped up in the sheets.

He sets the tray at the end of the bed before sitting next to your sleeping form. Carefully getting the hair out of your face, he pets your head. 

“Sweetheart,” he calls out.

Nothing, not even a single movement from you.

“Baby, it’s time to wake up,” he says in a firmer tone.

That works, and you stir in your sleep, moaning immediately realizing how much pain you’re in. Leon helps you sit up, a large hand supporting your back. The sheet on you runs down your bare form, and he covers up your breasts for your own comfort, putting the sheet around your shoulders. 

“What…”

Leon snorts at you, watching you try to open your eyes. 

“Oh, god,” you lament, closing your eyes tight as the pounding in your head intensifies with the upright position that you’re in. 

You can’t move, you can only focus on how your head feels like it’s swelling up with each beating throb.

“Yeah. Got you some pain killers for that,” he says, stretching an arm toward the tray and pulling it close to you. 

Squinting your eyes open, you notice how delicious he looks (and the food), but pain is making it hard to really focus on his scrunched abs and sweatpants that are low enough to show a good amount of his pubic hair. 

“Thanks.”

Leon opens the bottle of pills for you, taking the appropriate amount out and handing you them with a glass of water on the bedside table. Watching you down the pills and water like your life depends on it, he chuckles lightly. He remembers when hangovers weren’t so bad when he was younger, but now they’re borderline unbearable. 

“Did I… Did I pass out last night?” You ask with confusion, mouth full of buttered toast with your cheeks puffing out. 

“Yeah,” he responds, plucking a fresh strawberry by its leaf from the tray. “I almost did, too. But I couldn’t let us go to bed like that.”

You laugh, leaning against his shoulder. “Thank you for always taking care of me.” 

Leon playfully scoffs. “What are husbands for?”

His lips spread into a warm smile and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you in close as he hears you chew. 

“I should be the one thanking you, baby. Without you, my grip on alcohol wouldn’t be as good as it is today.” 

“The credit goes all to you, Leon.”

Laughing, Leon squeezing the bare skin of your waist. You’re right, he can’t deny taking credit even though you helped him throughout the years.

Leon hums in thought, lying on his back with his hands behind his head. Your eyes are automatic in their pursuit for your man, seeing the muscles of his torso and arms stretch.

“I definitely needed that.”

“Especially after… what happened,” you carefully respond, nearly walking on eggshells so you don’t remind him of the nightmares he’s had involving Elpis, Grace, and Gideon.

“Mmm,” he grunts, staring up at you with the sweetest expression. “You don’t have to walk on eggshells, you know.”

Leon reaches for your arm, coaxing you to lie on his chest with a gentle pull. You happily accept the offer, melting in the welcoming warmth of his toned pecs. You sigh in happiness, nuzzling your cheek into his skin. 

It seems as though he’s okay with you mentioning it more lightly now. Before, he wouldn’t particularly enjoy the mere mention of it all. Now that he’s older, he’s able to cope with difficult trauma in healthier ways. 

“You’re amazing, Leon.”

The compliment catches him off-guard, and he wonders what that little head of yours was thinking about.

“I’m amazing?” He repeats, voice amused.

Lifting your head up, you look down at him.

“Mhm, incredibly amazing.”

Your smile is infectious to him, his lips growing ten miles wide.

“The very best,” you reiterate, the energy of your respective smiles feeding off one another.

Leon hums to himself, gazing up at you like you’re a divine being bestowing your gracious eyes upon him, someone who’s seen horror not many can deal with.

Gentle strokes of his hands tickle your forearms before suddenly, your back is to the bed and Leon is above you. His lips are sharp with a smug smirk, and his eyes are filled with mirth and fire. Diving into the scent of your neck, he drowns in your sweetness, his lips kissing the underside of your jaw.

“I’ll show you how amazing I can be,” he mumbles, voice lower in register as it nearly purrs.