somewhere between the front door and your bedroom, he’s lost his tie. his shirt is unbuttoned and untucked from his slacks and he’s already shrugging it off of his shoulders. the front of his pants are soaked with a damp spot the size of a plate and he’s visibly hard and bulging against the zipper 

“sweetheart—oh fuck,” leon growls when he finds you already sitting pretty on your knees, waiting for him. you smile softly up at him as he crosses the room in just a handful of strides whilst frantically undoing his belt. the metal buckle on it thuds against the floor when he drops it next to your knees and then, he’s grabbing at you 

his fingers tangle into your hair in an instant, tipping your head back to look up at him properly. the blue of his eyes is dark, not his usual icy color and he’s taken skin off of his bottom lip from where he’s been biting it throughout the day

there’s a second, just a second, where leon blinks down at you and you blink back up at him, still smiling softly. it’s a confirmation and it’s the one he’s looking for. it’s a moment that tells him to go ahead and use your mouth and body for as long as he needs to—until he no longer aches 

after that, he wastes no time in getting his pants off. there’s a flurry of movement while he unbuttons and unzips his pants and then in the blink of an eye, his thumbs hook under the waistband of his slacks and boxers to shove them right down his thighs 

your mouth floods immediately, watering over the sight of his cock bobbing just an inch away from your lips. his entire length is shiny, glistening with his own precome, and the head is an angry shade of red as it throbs in tight pulses that force a never ending stream of clear liquid from his slit 

without needing to be told, your lips part and your tongue lolls out of your mouth. pink and wet and dripping with saliva in an invitation for leon to take. and he does, straight away. he can’t hold himself back on the best of days but when he’s so pent up, he truly doesn’t stand a chance 

the head of his cock is heavy while he taps it against the tip of your tongue, once, twice, three times, before he starts to feed it into your mouth. he goes slowly, letting you prepare yourself as best as you can, even though you know he just wants to fuck right into the heat between your lips

“you’re so—fuck—fucking good, letting me do this,” leon moans, his voice hitching in the middle of his sentence as you pull your tongue back into your mouth, this time with his cock weighing on it, and lazily form a seal around his length with your lips 

a hum rumbles in the back of your throat in response, making his cock twitch against the inside of your cheek. precome gushes down your throat with ease as your palms skim up over his thick thighs to squeeze softly while he slides the rest of his cock into your mouth 

he stills once he’s there and his fat balls are resting against your chin, relishing in the feeling of your mouth and the tightness of your throat when you try to swallow around where the head of his cock is seated deep inside of you. his size stretches your lips wide and makes your eyes begin to water but, it excites you

and, well, you’ve been trained for it—in an unofficial way. you breathe slowly through your nose, filling your lungs with as much air as you can whilst leon starts to expel the contents of his in short panting breaths. his patience is starting to wear thin against his will and you’re so sure he’s about to snap

you nails sink into the muscles of his thighs—the greenlight he’s been waiting for. you brace yourself as he pulls his hips back in a shaky movement until just the head of his cock is trapped between your lips. you suck softly, causing his cock to throb and blurt precome over your tongue and that’s when he gives in 

leon’s hips snap forwards, quick and even, sliding his entire length into your mouth in a single roll of his hips. the sudden intrusion makes tears sting at your waterlines and cling to your lashes and they don’t stop as the push and pull of his hips becomes a destructive effort to glide his cock right into your throat 

“been thinking about this all day,” leon groans and tightens his fingers into the roots of your hair, holding you completely still while he uses you, “your fucking mouth—shit—thinkin’ about it always,” he admits candidly in his haze of lust, sending tingles down your spine

his pace doesn’t let up for even a second though. he’s lost in it, plunging his cock into your mouth with reckless abandon while you become a mess underneath him, which only spurs him on more. it’s a vicious circle that you’ll both run around in for as long as you can

saliva and precome beads and drools from the corners of your lips. it streams down your chin in thick drips and then hangs in strings that get snapped by the audible slap of leon’s balls against your jaw with every thrust. your cheeks are damp and sore—red, no doubt—but leon looks at you like you’re his muse 

around you both, the room is filled with sounds, though not many are coming from you. you’re humming and moaning, whining high in the back of your throat, sure, but all of your sounds are getting drowned out by leon’s. grunting, growling, hissing between his teeth, all mixed in with the filthy wet gargling sound that’s happening in the space where your bodies are joined 

any air that you had in your lungs has reduced to wisps and, no matter how hard you try, none of the air you’re dragging in through your nose whenever leon’s cock retreats from your mouth, is helping at all. so, you press your hands into his thighs, forcing him away with all of your limited strength and like always, he goes 

as his cock slips free from your lips, you heave. mouth open, tongue out, gasping air into your lungs like it’s the last thing you’re ever going to do. leon’s fingers loosen in your hair, beginning to stroke against your scalp softly and soothingly when you start to cough, letting your head bounce without your hair being pulled 

“you okay?” leon asks gently before he wipes his thumbs over your sore cheeks. it’s a stark contrast to the roughness he was displaying just moments ago and it never fails to make you feel dizzy. how he can be so desperate and so lost in his pleasure but still so caring and ready to put it aside when you need a break is beyond you 

“yeah m’fine,” you answer after a moment with a croak in your voice. the lining of your throat feels thick, lined with spit and an obscene load of precome that no amount of coughing will clear. but, you are fine and now that your lungs are filled to the brim and aching in the best way, you’re ready to continue 

leon’s cock bounces, neglected in the space between you. he’s lined with veins, bubbling precome from his tip—delicious. you lean in slowly and kiss the slick from his cock, letting it smear over your lips while you blink up at him through wet lashes and lean ever so slightly into his hands as they cup your face 

you scatter kisses along his length, tiny little pecks that you barely pull away from, making it more of a slow drag of your lips against his skin. you work downwards, all the way from tip to root and then back upwards just as teasingly, awaiting leon’s reaction—which you get when you kitten lick over his slit 

“fucking tease, god,” leon grunts and tips his head back, giving you just what you were looking for. a smile pulls at your lips, that are still around the hot, throbbing, head of his cock, while you shift your weight between your knees. they’re aching and they’ll bruise later—you’re sure—but leon will spend hours making up for it 

with leon distracted by blinking up at the ceiling, you slowly start to suck him into your mouth once again. he tries to buck his hips forwards, impatiently trying to take what he wants but your hands push against his thighs—again—and it’s enough to make his gaze snap down to you

you keep eye contact with him, batting your lashes innocently whilst you take him into your mouth. he’s enamored, indulging in watching every centimetre and inch of his cock sliding past your lips and the low groan, that sounds like thunder rumbling, that he gives you when your lips are tight around the base of his cock is dizzying 

but still, you don’t let him move. you don’t give him a signal to and leon wouldn’t ever do anything without your say so. you relax your throat around him, knowing that he’s creating a bulge in your neck and then carefully, you start to flick your tongue along the underside of his cock 

“fuck—sweetheart—fuck,” leon hisses. his thighs tremble against your hands as you moan shamelessly around him, letting it vibrate along his length and that’s when he falters. his knees buckle and it forces him to step closer to you, pressing your nose into the dark thatch of hair at the lowest point of his torso 

his balls bump against your chin, they’re heavy and already starting to draw upwards. leon’s close and you know it but you’re not quite finished with him, yet. you bob your head, grinding the tip of his cock along the back of your throat and he must feel it everywhere because his entire body shakes as his hands shoot back into your hair

you frown up at him and whine as he pulls on your roots, not hard enough to hurt you but almost hard enough to pull you off of his length. but, when leon’s lips part in an attempt to apologise, nothing comes out and you take pity on him, though it doesn’t seem that way to leon when you’re pulling off of him too fast for his liking

“fuck my mouth, ‘til you come, i need it, leon,”

blue eyes sharpen and leon plants his feet, steady either side of your knees and ready to fuck back into your mouth the second you’re done purring up at him. your throat is slick and your lungs are burning but you need to see it through to the end and leon can’t wait 

he slides home in one and sets pace again, somehow faster than he was before, aided by the fact he’s bent his knees and is—quite literally—fucking your mouth like his entire life depends on it. it’s animalistic, a primal need that’s pushing him further with each thrust 

his cock rams against the back of your throat before sliding into it, pounding and bruising it for you to feel for days to come but you don’t care—not when you’re properly crying, not when your lungs are stinging and not even when you can feel your chest getting damp from the mix of spit and precome that’s dripped from your chin

your hands start to slide up leon’s thighs, inching towards his balls but before you can touch him, he knocks your hands away, causing the next snap of his hips to become uneven. it sends his cock head grinding along the inside of your cheek and that causes you to gag

“don’t—fuck, baby—they hurt,” he explains between a broken moan when your throat tightens around him. it’s only natural that they’re uncomfortable, he hasn’t come in so long and its left his balls heavy and fat, they ache with everything that he needs to release and the mere thought of it makes you moan

between thrusts you push up onto your knees, letting leon take complete control of your body as well as his. you can feel him pulsing in your mouth, he’s hurtling towards his orgasm and if the stream of wrecked sounds spilling from his mouth wasn't enough to signal it, the tensing of his thighs will 

underneath the dig and harsh drag of your nails, leon’s muscles ripple and don’t even try to fight against the red lines your raking over his skin. you’ll kiss them afterwards, lick up any pinpricks of blood that rise to the surface, all whilst leon praises you for it. but for now, you make it hurt and it works 

“m’gonna—gonna come, sweetheart,” leon warns, sounding utterly brainless. you know why he’s warning you as he tries to pull his hips back and put space between your bodies but you don’t want him to and you tell him as much by winking up at him, “fucking—shit,” 

whatever leon was about to growl at you fizzles off into an almost painful sounding grunt. it scratches in his chest and then through his throat, making his voice crack. all he has left in him is one last feeble jolt of his hips but it drags the heat of your mouth over his full length and that’s enough 

his hands are still fisting at the roots of your hair when the first spurts of come shoot across your tongue. each one is followed by a next, one that’s thicker and longer, streaming waves of come down your throat quicker than you can swallow them down, forcing your cheeks to fill out with the overflow 

within a split second, there’s no room left for him to fill and it’s then that you finally let him push you away. one of his hands unweaves from your hair to jerk furiously over his length, wringing ropes of come from his cock to add to the mess that’s pouring from your lips in another wet gag. you’re covered in him and he’s nowhere near done

you tilt your head away from him, gasping in short breaths while his come drips all over your face. it’s splashed over your cheeks, it’s clinging to your lashes, it’s been smeared all over your swollen lips and now, he’s shooting his load all over your neck and chest too 

“fuck me,” leon pants raggedly through it all. he’s watching you closely with half lidded eyes, admiring the mess he’s made and is still actively making of your body. his eyes track the thick dribbles that are running over your collarbones, soaking them in a milky white sheen, “christ, how is it still going?”

a giggle erupts from your chest, it’s the only noise you can manage to make between swallowing and coughing and then swallowing again in a futile attempt to clear your throat. you’re not sure you’ll ever get used to the feeling of his come bubbling in your throat and prolonging the taste of him but you’re not complaining 

eventually, the streams start to slow and thin out. leon’s fist loosens around his length, he’s too sensitive and too worn out to do anymore, even though his entire body is still tensing with his everlasting orgasm. his fingers flex when he lets himself go and his cock bobs pathetically over the loss of touch, flinging a string of come over your arm in the process

it’s a last ditch effort for his body because the next dribble of come that spills from his slit just hangs in a thin string. you lean in slowly and carefully lick up the last drip, making sure not to graze your tongue along leon’s sensitive cock, “done?” you ask before cringing over the ruined sound of your voice 

“i fuckin’ hope so,” leon sighs deeply and holds his hands out to help you up off of the floor. there’s a wobble in your knees as you straighten upwards with a wince but leon’s too busy ogling your face and chest to notice it, “look at you—god—i’m not wasting a towel on you, we’ll have to shower,” he chuckles, sounding equal parts amused and exhausted 

“what you mean is, round two in the shower,” you guess with a raise of your eyebrow. leon doesn’t answer you though, not verbally anyway. instead, he grabs your hips and as he starts to walk your backwards towards the bathroom, he licks his own come from your lips and then feeds it into your mouth amidst a filthy kiss 

you’ll take that as a yes

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