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“more.”

he kissed you once more.

“more.” you whined softly, not liking how he ended each kiss so fast. 

the only respond you received was a soft brush of his finger on your bottom lip as he said, “that’s all you’re getting tonight  love.”

nanami saw your dramatic expression change, frowning as though it’s the end of the world. a hearty laugh escaped him at your theatric, rubbing your cheek with the back of his index finger, his touch felt feather light against your side, “you’re terribly drunk, the only thing you need to be doing right now is sleep.”

“not drunk,” you mumbled, even though sleep sounded amazing in your ear right now as you felt your eyelids getting heavier by the second, nanami’s ever so softly touch didn’t help you in staying awake at all.

“if you say so,” he replied easily, getting up from his spot without words, leaving you alone in bed. you flashed an exaggerated pout as if the man could still see you, not knowing he’s already returned to the same spot within a minute with a familiar looking bottle on his right hand.

“i don’t wanna drink anymore,” you murmured, giving him a pleading look. nanami chuckled.

“i’m not making you drink this, silly girl,” he claimed gently, pouring three drops of the liquid content to a cotton pad you’re just now seeing, before wiping away your face tenderly like you’re made of glass. 

right. that’s your bottle of make up remover. “oh.”

the soft dab of the cotton on your face over and over made you sleepier, the consistent rhythm of rubbing and tapping nanami was working wonders, almost like a magician in soothing you. but the focused expression on his face as he leaned close to you held you back from going into the dream land. 

“you’re so handsome,” you whispered, staring the man like he hung the moon. 

“am i? thank you love,” he replied without missing a beat and at this point you knew this man would always respond patiently to whatever nonsense you were cooking in your mind even though it's easier to ignore what you're saying while you’re under the influence, instead he was spoiling you rotten.

“what about me? am i pretty?” you asked, eyes half-lidded. 

“the prettiest.” he smiled tenderly, stopping just to give you a smitten look before going back to work, the soft wipes of cotton underneath your eyes knocked you right into a daze, deciding to just close your eyes because it was too mush work to keep them opened

“ken?” 

“yes love?”

"d’you think cats are sad they don’t get to blow candles on their birthday?” you asked in a serious tone, half your body felt like it’s being pulled into slumber, nanami’s laugh sounded like as though it’s underwater.

“maybe, but they’re going to be even more sad if you don’t go to bed now,” he said, the last thing you heard was the sound of an object being put on the bedside table and the feeling of your hair being brushed gently. nanami saw it happened as your breath slowed, head limping to the side.

he kissed your head softly, adjusting the blanket and tucked you all proper.

nanami was very visibly taken aback, he approached you frantically then swooped you right into his embrace. “sorry. was it me? did i say something wrong love? it’s okay, we don’t have to eat curry if you don’t want to. want me to order for take out instead? i didn’t want it anyways i was just bored,” he gently cooed you, brushing your tears away with his thumb, the softness of it all almost made you burst out crying all over again yet the sight of nanami panicking because he thought you were upset over the food and was still trying his best to be considerate despite all the efforts he had put made you let out a breathy chuckle.

sweet sweet man.

nanami wasn’t convinced by your laugh, hands kept working on your face to wipe away the lingering sadness on your face. “curry sounds perfect, ken. thank you so much,” you whispered, closing your eyes at the gentle kiss he planted on your left eyelid.

“are you sure? we can just put it in a fridge and save it for tomorrow,” he said with a serious expression, somehow still under the impression that the meal he cooked was the source of your distress, and he wanted to remedy that.

“silly man, that’s not why i was crying. i just had a very long day and i don’t know, something about you being here and taking care of me makes me so happy and relieved that i just… lose it i guess,” you said, at the verge of another wave of sobs. and you just knew this man would be here to take care of that too. 

the explanation did nothing to his hug, he held you tighter instead, bringing your head to his chest. the steady thump of his heart stripped your weariness away, leaving you vulnerable but not any less safe, because nothing has ever felt more secured than the feeling of being in his arms. 

“i see, i must have looked so silly assuming like that. sorry to hear that, love. i’m here now. let yourself relax, i’ll take care of everything for you. why don’t you sit down for a little while i run the bath?” he whispered, caressing your hair tenderly. over and over, and he smiled as you slowly melted away under his touch, shoulders loosening.

“that’d be nice,” you replied meekly. but when he was about to pull away you didn’t realize how much you would miss the sturdiness of his body as you chased him, bringing yourself to cling into his chest once more. “on second thought, let’s stay like this for a little more?” you mumbled, the familiar scent crowding you like a lifeline. pulling you up from your own mind what was working overtime.

nanami didn’t hesitate in returning his arms to their initial position, wrapping you in the most comfortable hold in the world, like he’s holding his entire world. 

“of course. whatever you need.” he said lightly, looking like a man who’s ready to move mountains for you, to go along with whatever wish you had. 

“thank you ken.”

he took what you gave and still demanded more. a groan escaped him, like it hurt him physically to pull away. but before you could even miss the warmth of his lips it was already back in full force against your neck, him leaving hot trails of kisses as he moved lower, sucking slightly on ridge of your collarbone, a breathy moan that left your mouth served as a fuel for leon as he brought his free hand to skillfully open the buttons of your silk pajamas, revealing your naked breasts in their glory. the man let out a sigh full of wonderment at your gorgeous body, worshipping every inch on your skin as though his kisses were the prayers.

”so beautiful. so perfect,” he mumbled, the timber of his voice sent shivers all the way down to the end of your spine. his wet mouth found your right nipple, sucking as his other hand twisted your left one in-between his fingers, the stimulation made your stomach jolt at the overwhelming sensation, abdomen unconsciously chasing the pleasure and meeting him halfway. leon’s heavy breath ghosted over your chest, turned on beyond belief, his eyes deep in a haze; lust glossing across his orbs.  

“l-leon,” your needy whine snapped him out of a trance, letting you go and he could say with confidence doing so was harder than him having to pull out a knife out of his arm that one time. he licked once more out of greed before planting soft kisses down to your stomach, his hand couldn’t quite get it off your tit just yet, his thumb brushed over your stiff as a rock nipple like an anchor, a reminder that you desired him just as much as he did you in that moment. 

he moved lower, lower, until his chin felt the fabric of your waistband, hooking a finger on it but he stopped himself, tilting his head as he faced you. “can i baby? ‘ve had a long day,” he asked gruffly, the gravel on his voice practically made your pussy tingled in excitement.  there was nothing explicit in his words yet your mind filled the blanks pretty fast, your brain answered first by nodding rapidly before your mouth could catch up. something in the way he pleaded had made you so eager for his touch, the man had just declared that pleasing you would help him relieve some stress, like you’re the one doing him a favor instead. what else were you supposed to say besides hell yes?

leon flashed you a smile that could make a grown man or woman weak on their knees before giving your lower stomach another kiss in gratitude; like someone who had been denied water in the middle of desert for a long time had finally found a lake to quench his thirst. a smirk that from your experience, was filled with a promise that had something to do with your ability to walk properly tomorrow.

he pulled down your shorts, you lifted your legs in response like it’s second nature, making it easier for him to take off your pants. he threw the fabric to the ground without care, his eyes loyal and unmoving like he’s stuck in a trance towards what the cloth was hiding this whole time. at his stare you attempted to close your legs but the grip of his hand on your inner thigh prevented you so, leon knelt in front of the bed as he put your legs on your shoulders, supporting your lower half; dangling if it weren’t for his sturdy body.  

there it was in its most beautiful state, your soaking cunt right in front of his face. leon used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he could’ve sworn he thought he was drooling. “fuck. is this all for me?” he whispered, you could hear the proud smile in his question, knowing damn well what the answer was. you stared at the ceiling hoping it will help you to form some kind of a proper counter, yet you couldn’t find it in you to think of anything aside from this subliminal want for the male to do something.

you squealed at the touch of his rough hand brushing over your fold, the movement was slow, excruciatingly careful as he took his time like he’s admiring a piece of art. for a man who looked like he was ready to destroy any obstacle to get to this point, leon was unusually patient and looked very much in control. 

or so you thought, until both of his arms sneaked themselves around your thighs locking your legs in place and you knew right there and then. there will be nothing stopping him from enjoying the feast he’s about to devour. and he made sure of that. 

your body shook in anticipation as leon leaned in, running his tongue across your lips very slowly. each sweep getting deeper, sending mental notes to his senses so they would remember this taste forever. carving it thoroughly like a man who refused to take this moment for granted. your hips bucked at the sensation, chasing it in urgencyfor more, for it to be deeper.

”m-more please,” you pleaded, heaving. having no damn idea how you could be so out of breath even though leon was the only one doing all the moving, yet with every touch of his tongue, every tease, you found it hard to keep yourself in check. 

“patience baby, i’m going to take my time with you alright? waited all damn day for this,” he replied with ease, fooling no one when his boxer looked like it was about to burst by his bulging erection. yet he stayed true to his words, because above his own pleasure what got him off the most was seeing your face in bliss, expression changing in every careful touch he did; enjoying how sensitive you became under his hand. 

leon eyed your swollen clit that’s already begging to be licked, sucked, anything. and who was he to deny you that? his mouth then moved to the delicate spot, flicking it gently with his tongue as your body jerked like it’s burned alive, finally being granted the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. even when you flailed, leon easily sucked your bud with a scary accuration as he held your lower body steady; the sounds he made as his lips kept licking and swirling were like it came straight out of porn. 

you let out a shameless moan and leon thrived under it, basking under the sexy noise you made like he’s an athlete who trained his whole life for this. and he would, if given the chance. him and your pussy everyday? give him a gun if he’d ever deny that. but that’s a wishful thought, a fake—albeit enticing situation he’d found himself daydreaming about, unlike right now, where your very real sopping wet cunt was right in front of him, all for him to please. 

“you taste so fucking good.” leon hummed contently, his tongue encircling your clit like a madman who couldn’t get enough, feeling like he was about to cum in his pants every time he felt your center pulsate, twitching because he knew it did that only for him, by his touch only. you grinded your hips on his tongue, chasing for more friction. by then leon had started to lose himself, his control, like a man who was finally at the end of his wits, he began to eat you out genuinely.

his wild movement raw with lust, borderline unhinged as he leaned in deeper to caress and suck your slit like his life depended on it. you were sent into a state of frenzy at the ambush of his tongue, the grip on your thighs preventing you from pulling away as he worked on your already swelled clit, you felt your orgasm coming, stomach coiled. your hands that were grabbing the sheets were now on his dirty blonde hair, holding the soft strands tight like it’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you still on ground. the tug on his hair as you led him deeper was what sent leon into overdrive, clinging to it like it’s an addiction as he got rougher.

“i-i’m cumming!” you screamed loudly, you were sure the neighbor could hear it so you knew for a fact that leon heard it as well yet his mouth stayed relentless. even as you writhed, overstimulated by the overwhelming waves of thrill he didn’t stop pleasuring you, even as you came undone his tongue was merciless, he was right there with you as you rode out your climax, never stopping even for a second. there were only flashes of light in the blackness as you eyes rolled, your spine tight with heat as you finished.

insatiable, that’s what he was. your hips stuttered, unfurling as he lapped up your release until the very last drop like it’s the best tasting meal he had all week. even with your cum smeared all around his lips, his skin glistening from the lights reflection the man still looked like he wanted more. 

and more he took.

”w-wait leon, ‘m too sensitive,” you whimpered, asking for mercy he wasn’t going to give, mercy you weren’t sure you were going to accept either. after all, leon knew more than anyone that you had just as much unsatiated appetite as he was when it comes to this. you panted, your hands were still on his hair, squeezing it to prevent him from starting again, neither pushing him away. 

“i know you have one more in there baby, do it for me?” he asked gently, though his gesture was anything but. mouth already on your quivering cunt and you let him, you always do. grinding his tongue against your swollen clitoris once more without giving you a break. you gasped, closing your legs out of reflex and without his hands holding your legs back anymore as they were on your knees, your thighs were practically smothering the man yet he didn’t seem to mind it even a bit. with him continuing to move without a care as he held your legs tighter around him, the man looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be. 

when the fresh wave of intense pleasure started to hit you once more, you began to moan louder. the increased sensitivity on your clit had pushed you into taking more than you could, eager in giving the man everything he needed, since he gave you the same. intangible string of pleads escaped your lips as leon pressed on, knowing exactly how much you loved it when your limit was being tested. and even with the repetitive motion you didn’t find the man’s movement any less rigorous than before, it was actually the opposite. the thought of bringing you into the edge for the second time in just a short span of period made leon an ambitious man. no, it made him a beast.

“i-i can’t. ‘m close,” your core clenched and unclenched its muscles at the marvel of the man’s lips. who seemed like it had memorized every curve, every spot that would drive you wild. and he had full intent in doing so as his touch rapidly becoming more staggering,  every flick pushing you under a rush that eventually became too much for you to hold. something that felt like a hot chain coiled itself within your stomach, tighter and tighter, begging for the sweet release of climax.

“come on my tongue, let me taste you again.” and like some kind of a mantra, you did just that, a yell of ecstasy cut through the room as your hips faltered erratically all under the soft of his touch, making sure you knew you were safe with him to feel it all, to let go. leon groaned like he ejaculated himself, the feeling of you coming undone was something he’ll never get used to, something that he wanted to all the time if he could. 

you panted like someone had personally taken the oxygen from the room, inhaling air like you lack the source. coming down from the high you had noticed once again leon had lapped you all clean sateless man than he is. and when he showed no sign of getting up and changing his position, you started to worry. 

“um, leon?” you called carefully.

“yeah?” he replied in ease, like a man without worry. 

“aren’t you done?” 

he gazed at you, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead which somehow added more to his sex appeal. he still had half of his face buried in your pussy, like someone really had to physically pull him back to get him away from it. 

“one more, please baby? i know you have it in you.”

“i-i don’t know if i can, leon,”

“you can. please sweetheart. for me?”

and you knew you could, especially if it’s with leon. so you nodded, having no idea what you just agreed to.

he made you cum twice more after that.

“alright, why don’t we just start? can you chop some garlics while i prepare ingredients for the broth?” he asked, looking over at the recipe for the meal you both were about to make on his phone. you saluted, going to the cutting board that’s already prepared by the tall man beforehand. 

naive nanami.

he really thought things would at least get a little calmer when you started the cooking process, but you didn’t let the man rest as he went to look at you to check over, finding someone who’s currently handling a knife like it’s a rubber toy.

“sweetheart, please, you’ll cut off your finger that way.” he approached you quickly, softly taking the sharp thing off of you before he froze like a stone statue. a deafening silence descended between the two of you. 

no longer minding the garlic that’s begging to be chopped in front of you anymore, you turned around slowly — a shit eating grin loyal to your face, even when finding nanami whose cheeks now were covered in pink, apparent, even when he tried to cover his face with one hand.

“well, well, well,” you said, stretching it out like it was some kind of scene in a movie.

“don’t.” he turned his back, refusing to entertain your behaviour, opting for staring into nothingness as he wished the moment would just pass, like nothing happened. although not one bone in his body believed that his wish would come true.

“so you do care about me,” your toothy smile stayed, the man could practically hear it even though you’re no longer on his vision. the slip up aside, your heart couldn’t help but flutter at the peek of the softness he had carefully hid, a side you wanted to bask under once more or maybe twice. 

“i think you knew that already,” he said, rubbing the spot at the back of his neck. 

“and i love hearing about it.”

“you’re never going to live this down aren’t you?” 

“never, sweetheart.”