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“Hey, you busy tonight? I just got in I’m- I need a shower but- If you want me I’ll come over?” It’s been like this for a while, calls the minute he gets back from wherever he goes, him outside my door in the middle of the night, looking stressed and beat up as hell, though I don’t know any details, I do know his work is something heavy, something terrible, leaves him so tired he can’t do much other than fuck me and fall asleep in my bed, leaving before I wake the next morning to do it all over. I can’t be upset, that’s all this ever was, sex, but I can’t help but be a little peeved at his lack of whatever it is I want, though it really isn’t just physical, the feelings are there, ignored, but present, his job not one that allows for much in the way of a relationship, at least not a fulfilling one with how often he’s gone. 

“I’m home, making dinner- I can wait, if you-” “Don’t wait up on me, I don’t-I’ll be fine. Go ahead and eat, I’ll be there soon, okay?” I hum, not really expecting him to accept, his attempts to keep me at arms length never all that serious, just cautionary, not trying to give me the wrong idea, I guess, but he really should be more careful, the way he acts is not exactly that of a friend with benefits, probably more similar to a boyfriend, other than his tendency to run off, refuse himself the comfort he so obviously needs. 

“Okay. See you.” The line goes dead, and I continue my cooking, thinking about him, something I probably do too much of, but I can’t help it, he’s interesting, not allowed to tell me much about what he does, says more than he probably should most the time, shows up all bruised and cut up and expects me to ignore the sick feeling at seeing him hurt, says he’s had worse and ushers me off to bed, never wasting much time, only allowing himself the least perfect form of comfort, other than the times he stays glued to me afterward, when he seems a little more afraid of whatever he’s been roped into, when he’s so damn scared he can’t help but seek comfort in the only person he seems to be able to. I don’t think he has any family, friends even, just me, something not even close to either, though I suppose we are friends, in a way, just not all that close, considering he won’t let me be. 

I’m only halfway finished eating when he knocks, something I’ve told him he doesn’t have to do, if he can have half his stuff moved into my bathroom and a drawer dedicated to him in my dresser he might as well just consider this his second home, but he’s always been respectful, has an awful, guilty sense about him, feels he’s using me, even if he doesn’t say it, but he can’t use me if I let him, knew what I was getting into from the beginning, met him then remet him a couple years later, saw him stumbling his way home in the dark, all bloody and beat up, probably the worst off I’ve ever seen him, dragged him to my place and cleaned him up, and he’s kept coming back ever since, a stray, always at my doorstep, looking for some attention. I pad over a little quicker than I should, sure he’s cold, it’s way below freezing, and he walks, hates driving, says he’s gotten into one too many accidents to trust it, and I believe him. He looks worse than usual, exhausted, clothes wet from the snow, tip of his nose painfully red. 

“Hey. It’s uh- It’s snowing.” I pull him inside by his sleeve, closing the door behind him and turning to wait on him to get his coat and shoes off, his expression pained when he pulls on one of his sleeves, a sprain, probably, never wears any kind of brace when he comes to see me, says he doesn’t need anybody worrying about him, even if he knows I know him too well to be fooled by now. 

“I see. I’ll put an outfit in the dryer. Get some food, it’s still hot.” I leave him, heading down the hall to my bedroom, hoping he’s not feeling argumentative tonight, though he doesn’t seem to have the energy to be, slumped over from tiredness, walked all the way from his apartment in the snow to see me. I dig through his things, pulling out some sweats, not all that warm, but dry, stopping on my way down the hall to toss them in the dryer, warming them up for him, something that had him tearing up the first time I did it, not that he knows I saw, didn’t mention it, never do, let him relish my attention all in his own head, don’t try and get him to feel out loud, finding it enough that he does, even if I don’t get to see it most the time. 

“Thanks.” He’s sat at my little island, in the chair I never use, eating, thankfully, with his non dominant hand, the other in his lap, hidden from my view. 

“Don’t thank me, just eat as much as you want. Might as well, before you go back to your takeout diet.” I give him a look, scolding, not a big fan of his eating habits, especially with how much he’s on the move, he really should take better care of myself, but I guess he doesn’t really have time for cooking, runs off convenience, that and meals sat in front of him by me, nearly by force, finds himself a nuisance everytime I offer to help him, refuses my care unless I downright beg to give it. 

“ ‘m not even hungry…” Damn liar, he’s starving, scarfing it down as I eat alongside him, finding this type of time spent together a little more rewarding, something soft to make up for all the times we’ve spent being rough and messy in my bed, never his, he never wants me to have to worry about taking the trip, feels bad enough showing up at my door, would never ask me to come to his.  

“Sure…” He gives me a look, same one he always does, begging me with his eyes to leave him to lie, let him pretend he’s alright. I don’t say anything else, just finish my food, taking hhis bowl from him before he’s done, filling it back up at the stove and setting it back in front of him, his “thanks” quiet, subdued, my care allowed as long as we don’t talk about it, quietly appreciated, relished by my withdrawn lover. I leave him to eat, going to collect his clothes, coming back to find him up out of his chair, cleaning both our dishes, looking pained, his right wrist swollen, sprained. “What are you doing?” He looks at me over his shoulder, feigning indifference, acting like this is perfectly normal, him doing my chores. 

“Cleaning.” He elbows me back when I try to stop him, leaving me to sit up on the counter and watch, his little stack of clothed waiting in my lap. “Always talkin’ about how I’ve moved in, wont even let me do the dishes…” He finishes, setting our bowls and spoons out on the rack to dry, wiping his hands off on the little dish towel laid on the counter. 

“Here.” I offer him his outfit, and he stares at it, looking choked up as he takes it, stood in front of me, looking at me, all his affection buried, thanks caught in his throat, not all that good with his words, never has been. 

“Later.” He sets them down, beside me, moving between my legs, easing them open with icy hands on my thighs, the chill making me flinch away, his grip steady, sliding up toward my hips, his eyes on my face, lips parted. 

“That’s- Cold, Leon.” He hums, leaning down to kiss me, running one hand up to the side of my neck, ice cold and uncomfortable, my hands pushing at his chest, shirt soaked from the snow, cold and stuck to his skin. “Ew. Take this off.” I pull on it, and he listens, getting it up over his head and hauling me to the edge of the counter, kissing me like his life depends on it, keeping his mind off whatever’s on it, so desperate for distraction he doesn’t even mind the shivering, his whole body ice cold, pants wet and chill between my thighs. “Can you- Let’s warm up first, yeah?” He pulls back, looking a little distraught, having a look back at the fireplace, lit, before picking me up, taking us both over to my little faux fur rug, his back facing the fire when he sets us down, me in his lap, his hands planted down to warm flooring as he looks at me, yearning, never patient, always too worried about forgetting to remember to take his time. 

“Kiss me.” I sigh, wrapping my legs a little tighter around him, the wet chill of his jeans seeping into my shorts, his cold nearly painful on my bare thighs. I kiss him, giving him the distraction he’s looking for, his lips cold and chapped, something I used to hate, now just something of him, the rough skin catching lightly as I move against him, a hand dug into his hair, soft and cold, slowly warming with the fire at his back, his lips moving against mine in a needy way, this being the only comfort he’s allowed, the only touch he lets himself have, the only thing in his life that doesn’t require more than he’s willing to give. “I’m gonna be… Gone a few weeks… Spain this time…” He always tells me, even if he’s not supposed to, gives me warning when he’s ready to disappear, calls me up whenever he returns, asking to come over, though half the time I wonder if he’s just wanting to assure me he came back alive. 

“Okay… Just-... Let’s not talk about it…” He hums his agreement, deciding he’s warmed his hands long enough, big hands splayed over my waist, warm and capable, not all that soft, worn from years of being what he is. 

“Am I warm enough yet?” Impatient. I press my hands to his cheeks, cold, shaking my head at him and pushing him back, laid out with my legs on either side of his hips, sat back on my haunches as I reach to turn his head to the side and up, getting it pointed toward the fire before running my hands down his neck, his chest, massaging his skin, warming him up, she shivering slowly calming down, not that he cares, ignores his own issues so often he rarely notices he has one. “Hey, can you- Come here.” He pulls me, gets a hand on the back of my neck and drags me down over him, kissing me some more, always needy for it, craving simple touch, wanting to be overwhelmed, so full of me he can’t think of whatever’s bothering him at the moment. “There… You’re… Too damn nice to me… Always worrying… You shouldn’t… ‘s not worth it… All I need is this… Just kiss me and make me forget… Just for a little while…” He used to pretend that wasn’t it, that it was just about good sex and nothing else, but he doesn’t anymore, both of us aware of what’s bothering him, why he’s here so often, just craving someone, his hands all over me, sliding up my back and holding me to him all of him against me, big and longing, his want for more buried under fake, not at all convincing nonchalance, his kisses too careful to be unloving, his touch too pleasing to lead me to believe he doesn’t care. 

“Hey, let me-” I sit up, pulling my waay out of his arms, his look unhappy to have me take myself away, my shirt up and over my head before I’m back over him, kissing down his neck, giving him the soft kind of attention I know he secretly likes, sliding a hand down over his slowly warming stomach, teasing a thumb under the waist of his jeans. 

“Can you- Don’t make me wait… Not this time, I just-” He shuts up, my hand palming at him apparently appeasing for now, my lips kissing across his collar bone, soft and slow, working him up in a way he doesn’t usually allow himself, the slow build he usually neglects, goes straight to work, doing enough to keep his mind occupied. “God… Missed this… You’re so damn good at it… Always make me feel so damn good…” He’s petting my hair, sat up on his elbow to watch me kiss my way down his chest, staring at me with a look I’m not if he’s aware of, a careful kind of affection, tentative, afraid of falling too far, giving into what he wants for fear of losing it. 

“Leon?” He hums, brushing my hair back and holding it there, his eyes flitting down toward my hand, working the button and zipper of his pants, indulging in his impatience, figuring someone always on the go really doesn’t have any reason to be very patient. “I have an early meeting tomorrow.” He looks scolded, like I just called him a bad dog, like I couldn’t have refused him showing up this late, like I ever have, never once, always allowed it, well aware how badly he needs it, too afraid to leave him alone in his head. 

“Shit- Why didn’t you say? Sorry- I uh-” I shake my head, not meaning to make him feel bad, just letting him know he’ll be waking up on his own. I kiss down his stomach, pulling on his pants as I go, getting them off with a bit of assistance, the slick fabric sticky on his skin. 

“I didn’t mean… I don’t mind… You know that… Just meant… Jesus Christ Leon!” I sit up, having a look at it, a blood-soaked bandage, half-covered by his boxers, the band pulled down to give me a look at it before he grabs my hand away, sat up and holding onto my jaw the next second, his look pleading, pained. 

“Just- Don’t, okay? I’m fine, I just-” “You’re bleeding.” He doesn’t say anything, just looks at me, his body littered with evidence of what he does, though he’s never come to me bleeding, scabbed and bruised, yes, but he’s never been so impatient he’s neglected to take proper care of his wounds, whatever’s below the bandage large, spread from the bottom of his ribs down to just below his hip, the bandage soaked-though with fresh blood. “Let’s-” “Stop that. Just- I don’t need you to worry, how many times do I have to say it?” He regrets it immediately, his tone of voice, harsh, louder than he usually is, mean. 

“Fine, Leon, whatever you say.” I’m near crying, eyes watery, all from nothing, the truth, the mood all but ruined, and he knows it, looking distraught and sorry and sickly all at once. 

“Sorry-Fuck- I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t- I know you can’t help it I just- I really am okay. I’m sorry, I didn't meant to get like that, okay?” I nod, feeling a little sick myself, not very glad to have our little issue brought to light, his kisses a little lighter when he brings his lips back to mine, softer, apologetic. “I’m so sorry… Just- Tell me how to fix it… Please, I-” “It’s okay, Leon… It’s okay…” It’s nothing I didn’t already know, just shocking to hear it out loud, hurtful, but not his fault, even if he did get a little aggressive about it. 

“No… You’re too damn good to let me yell at you.” He swallows, looking distraught, pained at the thought of hurting my feelings, hands light on my sides as he looks at me, guilt plain on his face, eating him alive for what he thinks he’s doing to me. “God… You’re the one good thing I’ve got and I’m ruining it, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, I don’’t know why- What the hell’s wrong with me?” I put my hands on the sides of his face, looking at him, worrying against his wishes, not happy to be causing him anymore pain than he already has. 

“Hey, it’s okay. Just- Stop feeling bad, I know you didn’t mean it…” I kiss him, soft and sweet, being what he needs, distracting him, keeping his mind off everything beside me, what I can give him. “Do you… We can head to bed, if you’re not… In the mood anymore.” I look at him, searching, unsure what he wants at this point, his place in my life pretty ambiguous, mine in his even moreso. 

“I can go? I don’t- You’re probably sick of my shit-” “What do you want?” He doesn’t look pleased to tell me, wants me to tell him, is afraid I’m put off by his reaction to my care, but I know he’s just putting up a front, same as always. 

“You.” That’s all he says, the word giving all the confirmation of his feelings I need, my nod overly feverish, lips meeting his in a heated kiss, the confession on the tip of my tongue, choked down to keep our fragile deal in place. “You’re perfect… Too damn good to me… Shit… I’ll take my time… I know how you like it…” He turns us over, laying me out beneath him, an arm around my back, his lips hot on mine, his kisses quick, passionate, careful. “So damn pretty… Gonna make you feel good… Give you half ‘a what you give me…” He’s making his way down, kissing along my neck, to the outside of my collar bone, trailing back toward my chest as his fingers ease their way up my stomach, his arm below me getting my bra undone before he takes it down my arms, kissing his way down over my breast, laying a sweet kiss to my nipple while he stares at me with his pretty eyes, his mouth closing over it, sucking lightly, his body sat back on his haunches, hands on the curve of my hips. He trails his lips across, mouthing at my other nipple and groaning, seeming pleased, forgetting his guilt for the time being, focused on making me feel good.

“Le?” He raises his brows, waiting on me to continue, lips just below my belly button, hands gripped to the waist of my shorts. “Hurry up.” He smiles, pulling them down with dramatic fervor, kissing down over the front of my panties and groaning when his lips meet my clit, kissing at it and letting his eyes close, enjoying himself. “Take those off.” He does, smiling to himself as he does, getting them off and pushing his way between my thighs, settled down on his stomach, his tongue licking up over me, spreading slick before he groans, eyes closed as he laps at my clit, his hands gripped to the sides of my thighs, one of mine in his hair, pulling, something he likes, always gets more riled up when I’m a little rough with him. 

“Fuck… Love eating you out… Could stare at you all goddamn day… Don’t be shy… Don’t be afraid to hurt me a little, yeah? You know I don’t mind… “ He gets back to it, and I reward him, pulling roughly when he sucks on my clit, his low groan getting me to squeeze my legs around him. “Mm… That’s it… Hold me captive down here… Keep me long as you like…” He’s using his thumb, rubbing soft circles as he kisses all over my pubic bone, staring up at me and letting out little pleased noises. He presses a finger inside, humming happily and adding another, getting me ready without me asking, well aware how well endowed he is, painful without prep, as we learned when we were a little too impatient, around a year ago, wetness not enough to compensate for his size. “There… Taking it so well… Always do… You wanna cum for me? Yeah? I want you to… Wanna make you feel good… Give you a reason to let me come back, keep you satisfied while I’m gone…” I’m getting close, his attention and his words and the look on his face all coaxing me toward it, legs trembling against his hands, fingers tugging on his hair to draw another low groan out of him. “That’s it… C’mon, pretty girl, give it to me… Gotta cum before I can give you what you really want, cum now and one more time and I’ll give you my dick… You’re so close, just relax and let me give it to you… I know how you like it… all slow until it’s too much, gonna get you panting and needy for it…” I’m clenched tight around his fingers, eyes squeezed tight as the pleasure washes over me, shaking and moaning for him, which he loves, moans right back when reach a little further to sink my nails into his back, relishing the shudder that rips through him. 

“Leon? Hey, stop-” He’s gone back to sucking, overstimulating me, making me shake and squirm, but he holds me still, groaning against me when I claw at him, teeth gritted from the overwhelming pleasure, head tipped back into the rug in a weak attempt to escape. “Le- That hurts- can you-” “You can take it… Just dig those nails in and take it…” He’s being too much, sucking and lapping at me, holding my legs open and making me take it, my back arched up off the rug from the overstimulation, not used to having two orgasms forced out of me before we even get to the main event. My low moan is his only warning before I’m gushing, whining and digging my nails in, just like he asked. “There you go, good fuckin’ girl, look so pretty cumming for me, gonna have to give me another, cum all over my dick, yeah?” I hum, feeling dazed, coming down as he kisses his way up. “I’m gonna get a condom, be right back- Wait, you done?” I shake my head, he should know by now I’m not done until I’ve got him inside, he hasn’t even gotten off yet. “Okay, yeah, be right back.” He presses another kiss to my lips, leaving me laid out on the rug as he stands, hurrying off to collect a condom from my nightstand, giving me a moment to get my bearings as I watch him walk away, bloodied claw marks sunk into the skin of his shoulder making me grimace, didn’t mean to scratch him up that bad. He’s back soon enough, smiling down at me laid out below him and tossing the condom onto my stomach before reaching to undo his pants, giving me a show I happily enjoy, sitting up on my elbows to watch, giving him a nice view as well, feet planted spread out, chest pushed out just a little. “Fuck you look good, really tore up my back, huh? Listening so good today…” He drops his pants, kicking them off to the side, followed soon by his boxers, eased down while he stares at me, cast to the side before he crawls his way over me, kissing me, ignoring the condom to get some more anticipation, his dick looking painfully hard, left without attention for much too long to be very comfortable. 

“Le- Let me…” I push him, getting him sat back then pushing him further, sitting myself up above him, condom in hand, torn through with my teeth, well aware how visual he is, how much he loves seeing me doing lewd things, his eyes cast down as I roll the condom down over him, keeping a hold on him to hold him upright, sinking down on him slow, the stretch no unfamiliar, his dick just long enough to press to my cervix, the pain of it something I don’t really mind, just a dull, somewhat uncomfortable pressure, easily forgotten in the pleasure I’m about to be getting. 

“God, love when you take control. Go ahead, ride my dick, pretty girl, show me how good you are, how well you take it…” I lift up, still getting used to the stretch, sliding back down slow, watching him sit up on his elbows, lips parted as he watches, not minding the slow pace, letting me get used to it without complaint. “Shit… Fuck, sweetheart, torturing me… Feels so damn good, look so pretty sitting on my dick…” I let out a shaky breath, leaning back on one hand to bounce, giving him and myself some relief, watching his head tip back and his eyes go closed, one hand on my hip, the other propping him up. “Jesus… Shit, sweetheart, feels so good, doing so good… My girl…” That gets me, I pause, looking at him, my mouth gone dry, his eyes gone wide, his expression at a loss. “Fuck-Sorry-” “Say it again.” I’m breathless, way too eager, leaning over him with a hand on his chest, waiting, anticipating, feeling hot and fuzzy and anxious all at once. 

“You’re my girl… Now gimme this.” He pulls one of my legs up, planting my foot outside his hip, my other knee still on the floor when he thrusts up into me, setting the same pace I had, not that fast, but deep, his eyes on my face, staring up at me as I get my hand down beside his head, holding myself up, my other hand on his chest, laid there, his on my hip and wrapped around my upper arm both of us breathing heavy, staring at each other. “God… You’re-ah- I can’t- You weren’t supposed to care about me… Clean me up, feed me-hah- keep a drawer full of- shit- full of my clothes, keep my damn shampoo right fucking next to yours…” He turns us over, leaning over my with a hand beside my head, the other on my hip, lifted a little off the ground so he can thrust into me, his thumb stretched across to rub at my clit, my hand on his forearm squeezed tight, nails digging in. “How am I s’posed-Nnh- How should I feel? You’re-hah- you’re everything I would’ve wanted if I could have it-fuck-! I can’t- can’t be what you-Hnn- need, I’m not- ‘m not good enough for-ah- for someone like you, can’t be a boyfriend- I fucking hate it- ‘s not fuckin’-nnh- fair- to you…” He’s making me sad, saying such sweet things in such a down manner, offering up his love all while telling me it’s not enough, like I haven’t accepted him over and over for all he can give. He’s moving fast, pulling me into quick thrusts, bouncing me, rubbing at my clit with a little too much pressure, trying to get me off before he loses it. “You keep-ah- keep on treating me-fuck- so damn nice, letting me come back over and-oh god- fucking over, letting me lie-” He makes a choked noise, dropping his head down to the crook of my neck and kissing, whining into me, his hips losing their rhythm, both of us close, but he loses it first, bites down on my neck and fucks his way through it, getting me off halfway through and groaning in my ear when I clamp down on him, his thumb working me down as he kisses at his bite, easing himself out once I stop pulsing around him, leaving his face in my neck, hiding from me, unwilling to face me after confessing everything he’s kept to himself the past two years. “Leon?”

“I’m so goddamn sorry. Fucking ruined the mood, huh?”

“Yeah, I am. Feels good, Le…” It really does, especially soft, loving, his hand sliding back down to splay over my waist, thumb fanning over the skin of my stomach, sweet kisses making their way back to my lips. “You wanna go to the bedroom? I don’t wanna make a mess on the couch…” He smiles, only a little, shaking his head and kissing me some more, giving the skin he has a hold of a little squeeze. 

“I’ll clean up- Just- Don’t feel like waiting.” I hum in approval, letting my hands card through his hair and slide around the back of his neck, feeling soft, weightless from all the affection, his gentleness usually not all that plain, buried under years of weight stacked over him, his work turned him into something hard, uncaring, unless it’s for me, in which case he’s reduced to this, the lover he used to be, the kind, soft rookie cop he was meant to be, easing my shirt up over my head, seeming completely relaxed looking down on me, all gooey and comfortable, leaning down to place another sweet kiss to my lips before trailing down, kissing his way down over my stomach, looking up at me all the way down, lips skimming along toward my hip as he pulls on my pants, easing them down and off, kissing at the little indents the elastic left on my skin. “That’s it, sweetheart… Keep on looking at me… Let me show you how much I love you…” He gets rid of my panties next, running his hands back up my thighs and easing them apart, eyes cast down as he settles himself between my legs, sat up, knees under my thighs, squishing them against him, his hands covering the whole front of them as he slides them up, all the way to my waist, one coming back down to tease along my panty line, thumb tracing along the outside, slow, his eyes on my face, watching, relishing the softness between us. “So pretty baby… Love the way you look at me… So sweet for me.” He presses his thumb to my clit, trailing it down and back up, rubbing soft circles and staring down at me, his other hand on my hip, kneading, his eyes on me, affectionate, indulging. “Just relax… Yeah, look so good… Just lay back and let me make you feel good…” He’s gotten too good at it, can get me off near just as fast as I can do it myself, has me shaking already, is smiling, head titled affectionately, so doting. “That’s it… Shaking for me… So hot, baby… Go ahead, you’ve got it… So close sweetheart…” I’m not looking at him anymore, have my eyes close and my head tilted back, letting it wash over me, the tightness before release, his sweet words mellowing it all out, leaving me mushy, hazy as he works me up. “C’mon, cum for me… Wanna see you… Get you all fucked out for me… Make you forget everything but this… There you go, doing so good, look so pretty cumming for me…” It’s soft, not the usual, dramatic kind of orgasm, just a blissful kind of sensation, hazy and warm and full of him, my perfect husband. 

“Le, Come here.” He does, brings his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss I can imagine, all love, a hand to the side of my face, holding me to him while he gets his fill, kissing me soft and slow, loving me the way I’ve always wanted. “Hey… Let me have a turn.” He pulls back, giving me a look, skeptical, dipping down for a bit more of a chaste kiss before looking at me again, so affectionate it’s sickening, his love for me just about all his heart has room for, he says, tells me he’s never loved if this is what love is. 

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“It’s fine, Leon, I can take care of it-”

“Just shut it and let me, you’re bleeding all over the place.” I sigh, dramatic, but he’s making too big a deal of it, making me nervous with his face this close to mine, his hands on one side of my neck and wiping antiseptic over the other, damn bow and arrow guy almost killed me. He keeps looking at me, has me sat on some weird ass box, some trunk in the only empty house he could find to drag me into, the freaks outside being of the more persistent type.

“Jesus christ that hurts-!” I lean my head back, nose crinkled in discomfort, one hand clenched into his jacket, nails tight over a muscular arm, not that it seems he’s ever noticed me drooling over them, probably never thought of me like that, considering I’m not quite as old as him. He does flirt, but that’s just him, I think, we’ve worked together a little while, but I still haven’t quite figured him out, he’s odd, protective but withdrawn, afraid to get close then have me die, I guess, not that he has much of a choice, considering we’ve spent majority of the past few months stuck together.

“Relax… You’re almost done… Doing so good, nearly finished…” He’s muttering, voice low and rough, breath fanning over my throat, my heart beat kicking up under his thumb, something I pray to every possible God he doesn’t notice. “You like that?” The gods hate me, I guess. He laughs, amused with his finding, to my embarrassment, my face burning when he forces my chin down, making me look at his smug face, all too pleased to have found a weakness, something he finds entirely too much joy in exploiting.

“Just- Hurry up, okay?” He hums, letting his gaze drift back down to his work, his expression still pleased, the thumb pressed to my pulse fanning up and down as he smears antibiotic over my wound, the action making me flinch, his hand holding me perfectly still.

“Sit still… I know you can take it… Just- I just gotta bandage you up and you’re finished.” The wording is… Questionable, and he knows it, peering up at me with a forced down smile, all too happy to tease me, his eyes taking a few seconds to drink in the red surely spread over my cheeks before he’s back to it, taping a little gauze square to the side of my throat. “There you go, good girl, not so bad, huh?” He taps the side of my knee, acting like he’s not ruining me on purpose, pretending this is how he’s always spoken to me, even if it is the opposite.

“Pretty bad, hurts like a bitch.” He musses my hair, something that seriously makes me want to wring his neck, the shit’s already hard enough to keep intact while we’re out, without him trying to ruin it.

“You’ll be fine, yeah? You’re stronger than that, now let’s go kill the bastard.” He collects his precious shotgun, tossing my handgun, giving that same, subdued smile when I catch it. “Nice catch, partner.” He walks off, leaving me to follow along, feeling feverish, not only at his praise, but at his teasing, his seeming interest.

“Okay, Leon, Don’t you think that’s enough?” He spins around, backing me into the wall, loving my nervousness, seeming giddy to have me lose my cool, not something he usually gets to witness, at least not of a nervous sort.

“Look at you… That look is… Wow.” He’s taking this too far, really, turning me into a mess with his sweet words, head tilted affectionately, a hand on the wall above my head, soft words contrasting his rough look, the combination undeniably sexy, even if I already found him attractive before he started indulging my secret fantasy.

“Leon, we have a-”

“Who knew? Actually, makes sense, sweet thing like you… Course you’d love this shit. You look good like this, blushin’ like that…” Okay, this is going too far, he’s being a little too obvious now, trying to give me a goddamn heart attack, looking so teasing, smirking and staring at me with the prettiest eyes I’ve probably ever seen.

“You- Can you- Just-God…” I push him, not that it does much, he waits for me to quit, just looks at me until I drop my hands, looking at him, halfway wishing that arrow would’ve killed me.

“Can I what? Stop? Y’know… I don’t think you want that…” He’s leaned closer, face only a few inches above mine, warm breath blown in my face, all of him warm, big, his words soft and sweet, the entirety of this making me near sickly with how embarrassed I am, that and how much I’m secretly enjoying the teasing, not so secret now, since he apparently is so in tune with what I want.

“What… You- What are you… Getting at?” He smiles, I guess glad I’m finally getting to the point, my entire back side pressed to the wall when he dips down, speaking close to my ear, his face out of view, hidden to the side of my face.

“What I’m getting at, pretty girl… Is that you seem pretty damn interested, and I won’t lie, you’re so damn cute I’ve barely kept myself tied up this long…” He pulls back, tilting his head at me, sucking his teeth, giving me a few seconds to process, not nearly long enough to mull over his confession, whether purely physical or not, I can’t complain, not when he’s so good with his words, so soft and kind, something a little less than gentlemanly. “So… Question is, can you keep a secret?” I’ve never seen him like this, usually he’s nothing near smooth, but I guess he has no reason to fumble over his words, with me all nervous there’s not really much for him to be afraid of.

“You mean- I don’t- here?” He hums, affirmative, not seeming to have any qualms about sex in a random dead person’s home, or sex against company policy, any kind of relationship among agents is not allowed, not that that’s stopped some others, none of us are really very keen on being faithful to the DSO, considering their questionable recruitment process.

“Why not? C’mon, I’ll take good care of you, swear it… Unless I uh… I’m… Making an ass of myself right now, misreading-”

“No! Uh- I mean… No. I just-”

“Don’t be scared of the damn agency. You’re a good agent, they won’t do shit.” I nod, agreeing, breathless already, excited to get what I’ve been wishing for for months, along with the added bonus of my want for praise being out in the open, something I’m sure he’ll indulge considering how he’s been using it against me. “Yeah? You want it, sweet girl? Go ahead, say it, you wanna let me show you something really worthy praise? Or… We can get going, forget all about this, I won’t even grill you about it…Probably.” No way I’m letting go of this opportunity, even if I am sick from nervousness, the blush probably spread down my neck, hands shaking as he looks at me, always patient.

“I… Let’s stay here…” His lips pull up, pleased, his lips dipping toward mine, slow, pausing half an inch away, my eyes flitting open to see him looking at me, smiling wide, happy with his trick.

“Look at you… Such a good girl… So ready for it, huh? Good… perfect…” He kisses me, bringing the hand not on the wall to hold onto my jaw, keeping me where he wants me, his strength a major turn on, scary in a way, even if I know he’d never hurt me. He’s softer than i expected, taking his time when we don’t have much, my attempt to speed things up earning me a squeeze of his hand, his lips trailing down, his breathing a little uneven. “God… Be good, sweetheart… Let me take my time… Girl as gorgeous as you… Deserves a lot more attention… Gonna get my lips on every inch of this perfect body… Make you feel so damn good you can’t take it…” He pulls my legs up over his hips, slow, his body pressing mine into the wall, hands under my thighs, supporting me, lips skimming their way back up my throat. “Think Hunnigan’ll wonder what we’re up to?” I frown, not liking that thought, gripping his hair when he pulls me away from the wall, lack of stability scaring me, only a little, his grip keeping me perfectly safe from falling carrying me over to the only bed, seeming clean enough, the comforter a creamy white, no blood, at least.

“I’ll uh- I’ll tell her we’re holed up for now…” He huffs a laugh, leaning over to lay me out, crawling his way over me, up on one hand, the other skimming across the waist of my pants toward my hip, his eyes on my face, watching my reaction, seeming pleased with my squirming, apparently a bigger fan of my characteristic impatience than he’d like to admit.

“Yeah? Gonna lie? How bad of you… Go ahead, I’ll feel free to… Entertain myself.” He leans down, settling on his elbow to bring his lips close to my neck, the heat of him trailing up, his hand sliding up the length of my side, big and warm through my shirt.

“Can you- Get away from my ear.” I push him, and he sighs, not happy to have whatever he was planning interrupted, pulling back and sitting himself up, one of his knees between mine, his eyes on me, watching as I lift my finger to my ear, his hands sliding down, easing my legs up over his hips, his knees to either side of my hips. “Roost? This is Condor one, were- Uh- We got into a bit of an… Issue-” He squeezes my thighs, drawing my eyes back to him when I let them wander, getting me to watch him slide them up, pausing at my hips to tease his thumbs under my shirt, my mouth gaping when Hunnigan tunes in, in utter disbelief he’s not even waiting until I finish to continue his teasing.

“Roost here, is everything alright?” He’s leaned down over me, kissing at my stomach, hands on my hip and beside the other, lips kissing over the sliver of skin exposed, across from my stomach to my hip, his hand pushing up on my shirt, eyes on me.

“Uh- Well we- We’re holed up for now, trying to… recoup.” He hums, agreeing, thankfully after I’ve taken my finger off the receiver, his lips trailing their way up the center of my stomach, shirt pushed up to just below my bra, hand trailed back down to grip my hip, my legs eased further and further bent the higher he moves, soft words spoken into my skin, muttered so low I don’t even think they’re meant for me.

“Roger that. Tune in when you’re on the move and I’ll give further direction. Roost out.” That’s the last of it, thank god, my heart is pounding, fear of being caught adding some sick edge to this he seems to enjoy, looking up at me as he kisses his way across my ribs, smiling, making little humming noises as he goes.

“God job, sweetheart, so good… Smooth, yeah?” I huff, though I’m not sure if he means it as a serious compliment or just another tease. “Well, now that that’s over with… Let me get a look at how pretty you are without all this, yeah?” He sits up, only a little, pulling up on my shirt and humming in approval when I lift up to let him get it off, his lips trailing further, up over the center of my bra and between my breast, his eyes staring up at me, propped on my elbows to watch him work. “That’s it… Good girl… Gonna have to reward you, huh? I’m a little… Out of practice, but don’t worry… I’ll show you what a girl like you deserves…” He’s headed further up, kissing along my collar bone, outside to inside, before trailing up the side of my neck, rasping against my throat between increasingly feverish kisses. “Drive you up the goddamn wall… Cause I wanna see… Just how pretty you get…” He pauses his kissing to speak against my ear, low and breathy, his quiet promise sending a shiver through me. “When you can’t take another fucking second.” He huffs, amused, pulling back to get a look at my expression before leaning down, pressing his lips to mine, slow, a low pleased noise vibrating into our kiss, his hand teasing at my bra, hand slotted just beneath, thumb fanning lightly between my breasts.

“Le- Can I..?” I push at him, gentle,and he indulges me, flopping over beside me on his back, giving me the freedom to do as I please, straddle him, run my hands over the front of his shirt, my eyes on the movement, his on me.

“God… Glad I listened… Shit, you look damn good sat up over me… Could stare at you all day…” I smile, can’t help it, he’s being so sweet, never usually so talkative, or nice, mostly neutral, but I guess it was a ruse, because now he’s fawning, dick already hard beneath me, staring up at me with big hands splayed over my hips.

“Leon?” He hums, and I lean over him, hands on his chest, muscle soft beneath my hands. “What is this?” He looks confused, only for a moment, then pensive, mulling it over, my request for some form of label, how into this I’m allowed to be.

“I’m- It’s not- I don’t want it to be just this time… If that’s what you mean. You’re… Probably the only person I’d do this with… only one I got time for. I’m not- I don’t wanna use you, I like you I just-”

“Can’t.” We don’t have time to be in love, or the life security, relationships aren’t really in the cards, other than mindless flings, not that that’s really what this is, it’s something else entirely, not that either of us would say that, it’s not real if it stays buried, after all, won’t hurt as bad when one of us ends up dead. “Okay- Sorry, I just-”

“Yeah, I know. Me too.” I nod, swallowing down whatever feelings are making me feel sick and kissing him, a hand to the side of his face, the other pressed to the mattress, both of his sliding from my hips to my ribs. “You’re so warm… Feels so damn good…” He’s never going to shut up, apparently, keeps mumbling between kisses, my nails raking down his stomach drawing a low pleased noise out of him, my fingers easing their way up under the hem earning me his hands squeezing my ass, not rough, just enough to show he’s still the boss, authoritative. “You’re sure… Taking your time… Be a… Good girl and… Get those hands… moving…” I don’t really like being told what to do, or maybe I do, either way I listen, slide my hand up under his shirt, sighing contentedly at the feel of his abs, letting my lips trail down from his, down over his jaw, which I nose at to get him to tilt his head back, lips trailing along the underside then down the right side of his throat, his hands moving me against him, grinding me into him, his voice going a little breathier. “Holy shit… Doing so good… You look so fuckin’ good all over me…” I hum, pleased with his honesty, his words giving me little hints on how to please him. I push his shirt up, giving myself access to his abs, leaving it pooled there as I kiss my way over his shirt, down to the skin I unclothed, the movement forcing him to release my hips, one hand laid on the bed, the other collecting my hair to keep it out of the way, whether for my sake or his viewing pleasure I’m not sure, but I don’t mind, just continue on down, settling myself on my stomach between his legs, hand teasing at his belt, face an inch away from the obvious bulge in his pants. “Shit, go ahead, let me see how pretty you are with my dick down your throat.” I smile, only a little, resting my head on his thigh and looking at him, aware by now that eye contact is something he enjoys, my hand sliding down to run over his erection, his lips parting at the light touch, missing the friction of my hips against him. “C’mon, hurry up so I can have my turn, yeah? Wanna get you off over and over again, get you sobbing for it, get you to make some sweet sounds for me. You want that? Then you better hurry up, there you go, so good, listening so well…” His impatience is rubbing off on me I guess, his belt’s off in a second, pants pulled down and off with only a little assistance, my hand returning to its place, palming at him through his boxers, offering a few seconds of relief and eye contact before I get rid of them as well, settling myself back down and having a look at what I’m working with.

“Jesus christ.” I shouldn’t have expected anything less, of course I didn’t expect it to be small, but this is way toward the larger side, bigger than my face when I grip it to hold it upright, letting my face rest on his thigh as I run my hand over him, pausing at the tip to smear some pre down, his eyes shut, head tilted back, mouth gaping. “Feels good?” I’m teasing, trying to regain some of the power he seems to think he has all of, get myself out of this little submissive hole I’ve dug myself into, that is until he opens his eyes, looking down at me in his pleased way, making me feel small, obedient, even if that is weird.

“So good, baby… Can you use your mouth? Wanna be a good girl and suck my dick?” I don’t say anything, already well aware I don’t have it in me to refuse when he’s being so sweet, speaking so softly, holding my hair back for me as I sink down, taking half before I gag, pulling back up with wet eyes and taking a little less, looking at him, face and lips flushed, eyes low, enjoying himself for probably the first time I’ve ever seen. “That’s it… Feels so good… You’re so hot… Doing so good…” I moan an approval against him, enjoying his praise maybe a little too much, trying my best to please him, bobbing up and down and gagging myself on him, staring at him, tears near overflowing with how rough I’m being on myself. “God- You’re real-ah- real good at that, sweetheart. Look so- so good gagged on my dick- so-fuck- pretty…” I’m giving him a hard time, a hand gripped to his thigh for stability, nails digging in earning me a low groan, the sound sending a pleasured shiver through me, happy to please. He’s moving, just barely, I’m not even sure if he notices, his eyes closed, head tilted back as he thrusts up into my mouth, holding tight to my hair, his noises a little less clipped, wanton. “Shit, gonna-hah- cum if you keep that up. You-Nnh- you want that? Yeah? Want my-ah- my- want me to cum down your perfect-oh shit- Fuck, sweetheart- you- you- Doing so good-hah- so good.” He’s got a hand over his mouth, muffling now that he’s getting a little loud, keeping himself quiet as I choke on him, letting him press deeper, feeling a little fuzzy from lack of oxygen as I work over him, letting out a surprised noise when he presses a knee to the crotch of my pants, grinding it into me, head tilted back down to watch some more. “Hey-shit- Want you to- to uh- God, take what you want, want you to-ah- feel good too. C’mon-shit, that’s it, there-ah- there- fuckin’ shit… Gonna cum sweetheart, you’re doing such a good-ah- a good job- Just-shit- A little-Nnh- more and- fuck- take it- take it for me, yeah, shit, shit-” He holds me down, pulling me off him when I make a frankly disturbing sputtering noise, his hand smoothing at my hair even as his eyes are squeezed shut, his back arched up off the bed as he makes a mess, my head held back by my hair as he empties all over his own stomach.

“I was fine.” He opens his eyes up, still low, his lips parted as he looks at me, smoothing the hair he was pulling on, soothing my scalp, his free hand pulling his shirt a little higher to keep it out of his mess. “Great view though.” He laughs, releasing me, staying laid back on the mattress, just looking at me, seeming dazed, coming down from his orgasm.

“Yeah? I bet mine was better… Now I’m feeling a little impatient to return the favor… But I’m a little… Can you grab somethin’ to clean this off?” I nod, sliding off the bed to have a look around, grabbing some random cloth sitting around and bringing it back to him, batting his hands away when he sits up to take it from me, wiping away the mess as he works on my pants, getting me under him the second I toss the cloth to the side, kissing at my chest, a hand pressing it’s way beneath me to unhook my bra and pulling it down my arms when he’s done, his mouth closing over a nipple, sucking and groaning, his hands back down on my pants, easing them down over my hips then pausing, working his mouth over to the opposite side, licking then closing his mouth over my other nipple, thumb pressed to my clit over my panties in the meantime, rubbing up and down, offering a little relief, my hands in his hair egging him on, sucking a little harder and drawing a low groan out of me.

“Leon, c’mon, hurry up.” He pops his lips off my skin, giving me a joking scolding look before trailing his lips down, along the center of my stomach until he’s kissing my clit, sucking on it through my panties, his hands working on my pants before he tosses them away, settling himself between my thighs, shoulders beneath, head trapped between, lips against me, sucking, eyes low and staring.

“God you’re pretty… I’m so damn lucky… Took my dick so well I’ve gotta give you a reward… Let’s get these off, yeah?” He pulls, sitting halfway up to get them off, giving them a longing look before adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. “Fuck, haven’t been this glad to do anything in… I’ve got no idea…” He presses one of my legs up, giving me a look and letting go with my thigh to the outside of my ribs, expecting me to leave it there, and I do, just watch him slide his hand down, his expression entirely pleased, gooey with pleasure. “So good… You listen so well, sweetheart… Gonna make you feel good… Want you makin’ a mess all over me…” He presses his thumb into my slick, trailing it up and rubbing at my clit, not all that fast, just rubbing up and down and watching me, his cheek pressed to my thigh, his expression hazy, lustful and nearly affectionate. “You’re doin’ so good, but I need you to let me take care of you, give you what you need… I know you can take it, you just gotta let me give it to you…” He’s moved onto circles, adding a little pressure and a little more wetness, working me up quickly, his free hand gripped to the front of my thigh, holding me still, my eyes gone closed, hands dug into his hair and the side of his forearm, legs beginning to shake spurring him on, his tone a little less lax, excited at the thought of getting me off. “Yes, fuck, so pretty, this is so hot, you’re so good, shaking like that, c’mon, you’re so close, want you to cum for me, make a mess, let me show you… There it is, there you go, pretty girl, just let go, you sound so pretty-shit- yes, yes-” He holds me still, only thing I can do it press back into the mattress and yank at his hair, not that he minds, just mutters his way through it, working me back down until I slump, feeling fuzzy and spent, still a little out of it when he flips us over, sitting me up over his face and pressing me down, making a displeased noise when I try to escape his tongue lapping at my oversensitive clit.

“Le- Wait-! I need a break-”

“No you don’t. C’mon, you can take it, I’ll make you feel good, just be a good girl and sit this pretty pussy on my face.” I do, not all that sure, feeling a little overwhelmed as he licks at me, legs shaking with overstimulation making him groan, way too eager to send me toward another high, working his tongue against me and holding me down over him with hands on my waist, keeping me from running from the pleasure even when it becomes near painful. “Fuck, taste so damn good, could eat you out all goddamn day… Why don’t you help me, ride my fuckin’ face-shit-!” He seems near frantic at the idea, going back to work as soon as he’s done speaking and groaning into me when he slides a hand down to my ass, gripping and pushing, urging me to grind, and I do, the friction making me moan, low and strained, my body leaned back on a hand, planted on his thigh, for stability. “Nnh- G’nna c’m g’n?” He speaks against me, not that I’m really listening, my body tight with another orgasm, so close, my nails digging into the skin of his thigh making him moan, muffled, hurried words spoken against me between movement of his tongue. “F’ck-Y’h, so h’t-G’d girl- C’m f’r me, y’h, f’ck y’s-” I give into it, let it wash over me, a hazy, warm pleasure, my body twitching an an honestly embarrassing manner, head leaned back and hips working against his face as I come down, breathing heavy, groaning when he doesn’t stop, sucks at my clit a little longer than what's comfortable, my low groan getting him to stop, letting me lift my hips off him before he’s over me again, kissing up from my hip, all the way to my lips, smearing spit and slick all over me in his haste, his breathing heavy, excited, his kisses quick and deep. “Did so good… Fuckin’ soaked me… Good fuckin’ girl… You want more? Or ‘re you done?” I wrap my legs around him, hoping it’s a good enough answer, considering he’s not giving me a second between kisses, messy and frantic, all of him all over me, both of us sweaty and covered in mess. “Yeah..? Gonna let me make you cum again..? Wanna see your face when I get you cumming on my dick… Gonna fuck you so damn good you never think about anyone else.” He reaches between us, lining himself up and pressing, the stretch a little uncomfortable, dick a little too big to fit, presssure on my cerivx making me squirm, his words rushed, worried. “Fuck, I’m hurting you? God, I’ll uh, we can-”

“It’s fine- Just- I’ll get used to it, yeah?” He doesn’t look pleased, but nods, pulling out and pressing one of my legs to the outside of my ribs, his other hand rested beside me to hold him up, eyes cast down as he sink back in, the girth already a little more comfortable, his thrust shallower, thankfully, His mouth open, chest heaving as he moves, keeping it slow, unnecessary. “You can- You don’t have to be so careful.” He groans, speeding up a little, pressure on my cervix a dull kind of pain, not exactly bad, unfamiliar.

“God-So fuckin’ tight- Fuck, am I hurting you? Am I? Okay, shit, gotta tell me, sweetheart, tell me if it’s-ah- too much, okay?” I agree, and he continues, sliding his hand around my thigh to instead grip my hip, pulling me to meet his trhusts, looking me in the eyes. “Holy shit you’re pretty- You feel better than-hah- than anything I’ve- Shit, let me-” He releases his grip to rub at my clit, making me squirm, the pleasure too much, more than my body’s used to, making me shake and move, but he keeps me still, stares into my face as I tilt my head back in search of escape, eyes closed and teeth gritted. “Yeah? Fuck- Can’t stop looking at you, you’re-Ah- Gorgeous, so damn pretty I can’t- I can’t fucking take it- Lookin’ at me like that- such a good girl, take my dick so- so well.” I’m nearly there, worked up so fast I’m nearly curled into a ball, tight with the anticipation of it, and so is he, except he looks distraught, mouth gaping, brows drawn low and together, his thumb rubbing at my clit feeling raw, my body shaking so bad I’d be embarrassed if I had it in me to be. “Want you to cum-ah- one more time. Just- Just wanna feel you squeeze my dick before I have to pull out of this perfect fucking pussy. ‘d spend all day buried inside if I could, fuck-! You’re cumming? Yeah you are, pretty girl, there you go, doing so damn good, shit, oh fuck-!” He pulls out, leaving me to clench around nothing and kiss him back as he cums all over my lower stomach, moaning into my mouth and working me down with his thumb, pulling it away the second before it becomes too much, knowing just when I’m spent, his lips parting from mine so he can rest his forehead to my forehead, both of us sweaty, panting, coming down from probably the most rewarding love-making I’ve ever had the pleasure of enjoying. “Home this guy wasn’t planning on coming home anytime soon…” I huff, pushing him up to seated and following, having a look at the mess all over me before meeting his eyes, his eyes staring dazedly at me, well my stomach, sticky with his release.

“You wanna get something-”

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“Le, I’m home!” He doesn’t respond, but I can hear him, clattering around the kitchen, doing what I don’t know, cleaning maybe, though I did tell him to relax, this being his first day off in weeks, to my annoyance, not that he minds, acts like it’s no big deal, thought I was joking when I said I’d show up to the damn D.S.O. office and tell whatever bozos are running it to give the guy a break. I take my shoes off, tucking them beside his ugly ass sneakers before heading down the hall in search of my lovely husband, who is in fact in the kitchen, stood over a pot, just staring at it, one hand on the back of his hip, the other scratching at the side of his jaw, nervous. He doesn’t notice me come in, so I take my chance, sneaking toward him ready to lay a smack to his perfect ass, but I don’t get more than five feet before he speaks, not looking at me, just grumbling down into his pot. 

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart.” I frown, paused with my hand at the ready when he gives me a look over his shoulder, lips pursed and brows raised, my expression sheepish at having been caught, hands clasped behind my back as I wander toward him, curious what’s going on at the stove, considering I haven’t let him cook once in the time we’ve been together, the one time he did it was a complete disaster, who knew plastic shouldn’t go in the oven? 

“What’re you doing?” I lay my head on the side of his arm, getting my hands around his waist and peering into the pot, which is full of water, just water, the burner set to medium, he really is helpless. He gives me a look, head turned to look down at me, his expression meant to be flat, but showing a little stress, cute. 

“Cooking.” He shrugs, going back to staring at the pot, which is never going to boil, I wonder exactly how long he’s been waiting on it, probably too long. 

“You’re cooking?” He hums, frowning when I reach to crank the heat, batting my hands away to do it himself before nudging me back so he can turn around. 

“Yeah. Wanted to uh… S’posed to be a surprise… You’re home early.” He seems a little bashful, leaning down to press a quick, affectionate kiss to my forehead then smiling when I pucker up, his lips meeting mine before he takes an overly dramatic look over his shoulder to check on his water, his hands sliding down to my hips when he turns back. 

“I uh… Worked through lunch, wanted to come home to my pretty husband…” I give him a smile, and he huffs a laugh, my words earning me another quick kiss, pressed right to the tip of my nose. 

“Pretty? You’re the only pretty one here, sweetheart.” I shake my head, looking up at him and trapping him in my arms, feeling so fuzzy, glad to be able to spend some real time together, to be soft in a way neither of us often get. 

“You are pretty…” I lay my hands on the sides of his face, my front pressed to his, just looking up at him, admiring, and he really is pretty, his features softened out from how stoic he used to be, his scruff now a little grown out, his eyes just as beautiful as always, though the crows feet are starting to show, all his happiness right there in one spot. “And handsome… And hot, and cool and awesome and- All the other ones.” He smiles, turning his head to the side and bringing a hand up to hold onto the outside of one of mine, his lips pressed to my palm while he looks at me, warm and affectionate, less wound up than usual, relaxed, that is until hissing sounds behind him, the water boiled over from inattention, his casualness flipping into frantic action, his hands moving to slide the pot off the burner, an accusing look cast toward me over his shoulder as he flips the burner off. 

“This is your fault. You’re goddamn distracting, you know that?” He gets the other burner going, leaving the other to cool off as he reaches for the pasta, setting it beside the pot as he waits, watching it, apparently afraid it’ll surprise him again. 

“Okay, if I’m so distracting I guess I’ll just go-” “Don’t even. Come sit your pretty ass up on the counter and tell me about your day.” I come over, giving up the feigned attitude to come beside him, his hands coming to my hips to spin me around before he lifts me up and onto the counter, placing a sweet kiss to my lips and muttering a “Distract me all you want” before moving to stand back in front of his pot, now boiling, the pasta added only after he turns down the heat to keep from repeating his mishap. “Go on, quit starin’ at me like that and tell me about it, was that one woman acting up today?” I shake my head, smiling, his interest in the office drama unexpected, but entertaining, I suppose. 

“She uh… Didn’t come in today. She had a big meeting with the Zarovsky account and they would’ve gone ballistic if it was rescheduled, so I uh- I went in for her and sold the shit out of her pitch, a couple million dollar deal.” He’s smiling, eyes flitting from me to his pot, which he’s now stirring, nonstop, sure nothing sticks to the bottom. 

“That’s great, hun. Don’t let them skimp on commission this time, yeah? If they try just tell ‘em your husband’s-” “I am not threatening them, Le.” He frowns, focused on his cooking, not doing much looking at me, his attention shown through his hand on my knee closest to him, drawing soft designs into my skin. “What’re you making, anyways?” He smiles, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye, amused, his finger tracing letters into the skin of my thigh, the quiet action bringing a soft smile to my face, I being the first letter.

“Take a guess.” I scoff, one guess in mind, the correct one, by the way he’s acting, his finger tracing some more while he waits, L O V E traced lightly onto my thigh

“Parmesan?” He nods, seeming pleased with his surprise, my favorite, and his, only the way I make it, he says. He finishes his little message, spelling out Y O U before drawing a little heart, looking at me to see if I got it, seeming pleased when I return the sentiment. 

“Yeah. Surprise.” I lean back on my hands, watching him, admiring, loving how he looks in the orangey light coming through the window, the sunset well on its way, all of him so perfect, his black tee maybe a little too tight, but enjoyable for me, his muscles plain for my greedy eyes to see. “You trying to start somethin’ sweetheart?” He’s eyeing me, apparently having noticed my ogling, and is pleased by it, his little smirk in its place, his expression gone mischievous. 

“No? Just enjoying my surprise…” He hums, leaving the pasta to slot himself between my legs, hands running up to rest on my hips, his smirk still there, playful.

“Hm? Well how… The hell… Am I supposed to be getting anything done with you sittin’ so pretty?” I shrug, letting my arms rest up over his shoulders, fingers mussing the back of his hair.

“You’re the one who told me to-” “No no no no, I didn’t do anything like that… Goddamn you look good, lucky me, huh?” He kisses me, soft and sweet, humming against my lips, happy. “My pretty girl… You get that time off?” He’s kissing down, going from sweet to passionate, heated, hands gripped to my hips, slow kisses running over my jaw, down the side of my throat. 

“You really wanna go to Cancun?” I thought he was joking, he’s not much of a beach guy, or an outdoorsy one, spends too much of his time outside to really enjoy it anymore, prefers lounging, cuddled on the couch and watching some shitty movie. 

“Course. Told you I’d take you.” He did, after I showed him a picture I saw and made a joke about how we “Just had to go”, not that I thought he would, or really was all that keen on going. 

“Are you even gonna be able to get a week off, Mr. super special agent?” He hums, face tucked into the crook of my neck, just resting there, breathing me in, relishing the comfort, a domesticity he’s never had before this. 

“They know not to mess with my vacation.” I’m sure they do, he hasn’t shut up about his last vacation being ruined since it was, though I guess it is fair, considering how rarely he’s given one. “Hey, shit, gotta check it.” He squirms his way out of my hold, taking a step to the side to stir the pasta, taking a scoop and plucking a steaming noodle straight off it and popping it into his mouth, wincing a little as he chews, offering me a tight smile that looks a little more akin to a grimace. 

“Done?” He gives me a thumbs-up, looking uncomfortable, probably scalded the shit out of his mouth, but he doesn’t really freak much about pain, guess it’s not a big deal to him, with how often he ends up busted up. He turns off the burner, pushing the pot back instead of straining it, moving to dig around for a pan, letting out a soft groan on his way back up, hand rubbing at the back of his hip as he sets it up, sliding all his items a little closer, his recipe set precariously on the back of the stove. 

“So… We should uh… our anniversary’s comin’ up…” I give him a look, not exactly sure what he’s getting at, his expression a little curious, that and something I’m not really sure how to name. “Was thinkin’ we could do a little trip, a weekend kinda thing… You said you were wantin’ to go back to-” “Do you want to? We can stay home, Le, I don’t mind. You’ve been nonstop lately, give yourself a break.” He looks at me, so affectionate I could puke, my care something that used to seriously freak him out, become his favorite thing, my awareness of his needs always somehow shocking to him, even after years. 

“It’s our anniversary, sweetheart-” “Yeah, ours. Let’s stay in, spend two days on the couch watching shitty romcoms and getting drunk off our asses.” He smiles, seeming wistful, pleased at the idea of his favorite thing, his measuring pausing for him to come to me, hands on the sides of my face, his look unsure, eyes searching, trying to find out if my offer is something I’d enjoy. 

“Are you sure? I’m really fine, sweetheart, no need to worry.” I drag him in by the front of his shirt, pressing a lingering, affectionate kiss to his lips, his forehead pressed to mine when I pull back, soft smiles on both our faces. 

“Yes I’m sure, now back to work, I’m starving.” I wave him off, and he scoffs, muttering a small “Evil woman” on his way back over, my displeased look earning me a meant to be innocent smile, pretending he wasn’t just speaking ill words about me. “An evil woman would make you sleep on the couch… No action.” He sighs, coming back before he even gets the chance to start again, apparently feeling a little dramatic, holding pleading hands up between us, putting on quite the act.

“Please! Please don’t make me sleep on the couch… Without any action.” I hum, pretending to decide, drawing it out a little too long, his hands running down the outsides of my arms, one of my hands lifted to his lips. “You know I don’t mean it… I like you evil… God you’re so pretty… So damn perfect baby…” He seems to have completely forgotten about his pleading, trailed off into whatever comes to mind, staring up at me and kissing at the inside of my wrist, my free hand carded through his hair. 

“Don’t you think you’re trying a little too hard?” He smiles, laying his cheek on the inside of my hand, not seeming at all bothered to leave his cooking, just staring down at me, tracing little designs into my thigh with his pointer finger. 

“ ‘m not trying… Enjoying myself, actually… Love you so damn much, sweetheart.” I drag him in, though he seems reluctant to come, pulls on me instead, slips me off the counter and spins us around, kissing all over, leaving warm all over my face, holding me to him with hands on my ass.

“Le- Le that tickles-” “Love you… Love you… Fuck, need to finish cooking… Distracting me again…” “You’re making me a distraction.” 

“Sorry, Didn’t mean to. God, you look pretty.” He kisses me, the little beard he has going scratchy on my skin, but I kiss him back, not willing to deny him after not seeing him all day. He keeps going, hauls me up onto the counter with gloved hands on my hips, still in his work clothes, his kisses turning a little less loving, more sensual, his beard becoming painful, my hand in his hair getting him to pull back. “Damn, you’re not in the mood?” I huff a laugh, shaking my head at him, his clippedness something I spent a long time getting used to, used to think he was being an asshole, when really that’s just him, straight to the point, not one to waste time. 

“No it’s- I am- Just, you’re… hurting me.” I rub at the sides of his jaw, giving him a fake disturbed look he does not seem to enjoy, frowning at me and pulling my hands away and down on top of my thighs. “You need to shave.” He gives me a look, unimpressed, eyes cast down, staring unabashedly at my chest, utterly obvious, not that I mind, just never expected his overt love for boobs, well, my boobs, he says, idiot. 

“Later. I have some uh- Things to attend to…” He’s being goofy, giving me a little smirk as he runs his fingers up, teasing over the underside of my breast, more teasing himself than me, we both know where this goes, his face shoved between them, lips and hands lathing them with attention, time spent against my chest one of his favorite ways to spend any time off he can catch, and I indulge him every time, even if he is rather silly, a grown ass man entirely obsessed with boobs. 

“Hey.” I grab his hand, and the other, holding them off to either side and giving him an authoritative look, well aware I’m not even close to menacing, especially to him, but he’ll listen anyways, with what I’m willing to threaten. “You are not “attending” to anything until you shave, Le.” He frowns, debating it, staring longingly down before testing my grip, pulling gently against it, my hands still tight around his wrists, even if he could easily break free, he plays along. 

“You’re serious? Sweetheart, I’m-”

“Shave, then we’ll talk, yeah?” I give him a quick kiss, pushing against him to get him going, but he doesn’t go anywhere, chases my lips for one more kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes. 

“You shave me.” He apparently has forgotten his manners, demanding I shave for him, something I’ve offered a couple of times before, and he thoroughly enjoys, just getting to stare at me while I do all the work, and I get to do the same, so I don’t mind. “Please?” He ducks down, placing quick, messy kisses to my neck, speaking between slick presses of his lips to my throat. “Please..? Please…? Plea-” “Fine!” I pull him back by his hair, his smile wide despite the definite burn of his scalp, pleased at my agreement, even if I am playing at exasperation. He doesn’t say anything else, just slips his hands up under my ass and carries me off, setting me down on the bathroom counter before bending to collect his things, a hand to the back of his hip. 

“Take your shirt off.” I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he has that stupid look, that pleased, expectant one he loves to give me when he knows he’ll get his way. 

“Take off yours.” He hums, bringing his things over and setting them down beside me, looking at me with his head tilted before he reaches over, grabbing the opposite side of his shirt and whipping it up over his head, tossing it at me in his own form of playful defiance. 

“Your turn. Go ahead, gimme somethin’ else pretty to look at while you work, yeah?” I smile, only a little, always shocked when he’s smooth, usually his flirting doesn’t go over so well, just some silly shit I have no idea how he came up with. I give him his wish, not willing to refuse something so easy, pulling my top up and over my head, his affectionate gaze cast down when he steps between my legs, hands trailing up my thighs and over my shorts, rested on my hips as he gazes at my boobs, overly affectionate, seeming dazed at the sight, even if he has seen them a million times. 

“Kay, Le, Gonna need you to keep your head up, I don’t wanna cut you.” I tilt his head up, and he meets my eyes, one of his hands sliding up, impatient man, shaving cream spread over his scruff by the time he runs his thumb over my nipple, hardened from the chill of the bathroom, that and my lack of clothing. “How was your day?” He hums, staring at me as he presses his thumb down, squishing my breast absently, not quite focused on much of anything. 

“Boring. Missed you, how was yours?” I frown at him, gripping his neck to keep him still, the innocent action earning me a suggestive smirk. He’s kneading now, cupping his hand and gripping lightly, his eyes flitting back and forth from my face to what he’s doing. 

“That’s not-Le-!” I nearly cut him, his fingers pinching my nipple startling me, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the near injury, pleased, if anything, at having gotten a reaction, my back arched in discomfort, the little choked surprised sound something he undoubtedly enjoys. “Can you- Just let me finish, okay? Won’t take long just… Stop being a nuisance.” He pulls a face, nearly getting himself cut again before he realized, quickly fixing it down to neutral, his hand going back to its kneading, his thumb fanning back and forth over my nipple, the attention pleasurable, if only in a doting sort of way. 

“Nuisance? You’re so damn mean today… First you don’t like my beard, then… This…” I scoff, pressing into the side of his neck to get him to turn his head, his eyes straining to peer down from the side, his hand splayed over the boob he’s been messing with, squishing it into his palm, giving it a light squeeze and letting out a pleased sigh. “Can we take this to bed once you’re done, I have some-” “Something to attend to? Sure, Le, tuck your lips.” He does, looking goofy with his lips pursed, letting my get the hair above his mouth without nicking him, his hand drifting over to the other side, doing the same slow slide and squeeze, relishing the feel of it, for whatever reason. “Okay. All done. Let me wipe this-” He takes the towel from my hand, wipes the extra cream off his face by shaking his head side to side, looking entirely idiotic, but cute. “Feeling impatient?” He tosses the towel off to the side, trailing his hands down to my hips, gripping the meat there, always so handsy. 

“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts me up, apparently not too keen to let me do any walking today, lifting me up high enough for him to bury his face in my chest, smooth skin against me, as well as his heaving chest, his sigh dramatic and happy, pleasing him entirely too easy. 

“You don’t wanna watch where- Le-! Careful!” He groans, bouncing himself off the doorframe on the way out of the bathroom, too busy kissing at the space between my breasts to offer any of his attention elsewhere, nearly crashing the both of us into the wall before I steer us out of the way, unable to strangle down my laugh when he stumbles through the doorway, only parting from his burrow to lay me out in bed, giving himself a second to look me over from his spot stood at the foot, his expression gooey and affectionate, so damn sweet I sometimes think he’ll rot the teeth straight out of my head. “C’mon, they’re waiting…” I put on a singsong voice, teasing him, not sure what his fascination is, but finding it entertaining at the least, especially so when he dives over me, carefully not to land without keeping his weight off me, his kisses moving quickly up my stomach, eyes peering up at me as he does, all love, his hands on my side and beside me, his back arched in a probably obscene way to let him reach his path, his lips skimming along the outside of one breast as he stares at me, his non-supporting hand moving to knead at the other, never one to be unfair, his words. 

“Perfect… Fucking love this shit… So pretty for me…” He kisses across, from the outside over to my nipple, watching me as he flattens his tongue over it, pulling back to take a look when he’s done, the sight apparently satisfactory, if the groan he lets out is any indicator, low and guttural, giving himself over to whatever pleasure he gets out of this, closing his lips over my nipple and running his thumb over the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me gasp, his smile pressed to a kiss to the wet skin left behind before he’s trailing further across, licking and sucking at the opposite breast, his hand moved down to my ribs, holding me still against my squirming, all the attention too much, nearly evenly pleasurable and painful. “So damn cute… Can’t sit still, huh? That’s alright…” He brings his knees up, sitting back on his haunches straddling me, giving himself the freedom to use both his hands, which promptly squish my breasts together, his face shoved between, a pleased groan ticking the skin his lips are pressed to. The alarm is going off on the oven, but he’s pretending not to hear, vying for some more of my time by keeping himself buried in his chosen “Heaven”. 

“Le, Food’s done, get off.” He groans, unhappy, pulling back to lay sweet kisses over random places, peppering my chest in slick spots, his hands trailed down to my waist. 

“Couple more minutes…” I hum, petting his hair, nearly allowing it, but I can’t let dinner burn, I’m sure he’s starving after a long day of saving the world. 

“After, get off.” He sighs, placing one last, longing kiss to my sternum, pulling back and staring at my chest before sitting himself up, pulling me along with him. 

“Sit in my lap while we eat?” I huff a laugh, shoving him off me and onto his back, his flop overly dramatic, his body lax, splayed out, his smile upside down when I give him a look over my shoulder on my way to pick out a shirt. 

“No, weirdo.” “Keep the shirt off, then?” “No.”

“Okay… Bra only..?”

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“Father? Um- Stephan’s home, you-”

“I wasn’t looking to come inside. Accompany me through town, we have some things to discuss.” I nod, unsure exactly what said discussion will entail, considering it has been only a few days following our indiscretion, and I haven’t seen him once, though the guilt has been heavy, making me sickly to even look at Stephan, who is none the wiser, thankfully, I wouldn’t want to need to sin again by lying to ward off any suspicion regarding my adultery.

“Alright. Let me go and tell Stephan, he doesn’t like for me to leave without notice. Come in, Father.” I pull the door a little further open, allowing him inside and out of the cold, my thoughts already ungodly at the sight of him in his casual clothing, the collared shirt tight over his neck, and his upper body as well, providing an overly enticing view which leaves very little to the imagination.

“Hurry along, miss, we have things to attend to.” I nod, a little feverish, not glad to have been caught ogling, as well as anxious to speak to Stephan about the Father in any regard. I hurry to the study, admittedly delighted at the thought of any manner of time spent with the priest, even if it is sinful.

“Stephan?” He has the door closed, was telling me a few hours prior my cleaning was interrupting his work, so much so he had to close his door to keep me from being bothersome. He utters a soft “Come in” from the other side, so I do, opening the door slowly to keep from disturbing him, wary to rouse his bad mood.

“What could possibly be so damn important you’re interrupting a second time?” I don’t look at him, well aware being too bold is never a smart decision, just keep my gaze down and wring my hands, any attempt to calm the nervousness falling entirely flat.

“I just- I wanted to tell you I’m heading out for a short while.” I glance up, his expression unhappy, though he really should be glad to be rid of me, if I truly am being such a nuisance.

“Where?” A tight leash, that’s what he’s named it, his stipulation of getting to ask his questions before giving his assent for me to do as I please, though he’s usually not all that big of a part of my day, keeps to himself besides mealtimes and when he’s looking to bed me, more often as of late, our marriage barren without me giving him any children, of course I take precaution where I can, lily root has never failed me so far, though if Stephan ever found out about my unwillingness to bear his children I’d be in quite the predicament, I’ve already received more than a few slaps due to my “Infertility”.

“Just through town. The Father has some things he wants to discuss.” I hope it’s sufficient, I would rather be truthful where possible, I never had the chance to become a skillful liar, never had reason to, before now.

“The Father? What business do you have with Mr. Kennedy?” I’m sweating, hands wiped on the front of my dress doing nothing to abate the clamminess on my skin, my guilt plain, thankfully not so plain to my husband, this being one of the few occasions I’m glad he doesn’t pay me much mind.

“I assume it’s something to do with the choir, Meredith’s out of town for now, I assume he expects me to fill her role for the time being.” A convenient story, a truthful one, which happens to work very nicely in my favor.

“Sure. You’ll be back in time to make supper?” I hum an affirmative, and he waves me off, going quickly back to his writing, ignoring me once again, other than a final “Make sure you’re not “too tired” tonight”, the excuse I’ve been giving lately, claiming to be too busy to have the energy to give into being bedded, not that it works majority of the time, he does as he pleases no matter how pleading my asking him not to is. I leave him, not wanting to be a bigger bother than necessary, heading back down the hall to a man who’s more than willing to offer his time, the father waiting patiently just where I’d left him, inspecting a painting of Stephan and I hung just inside the door.

“He agreed?” I nod, making sure not to stare, taking my furs from their hook and shrugging them on, having a look at him when I’m finished, his expression serious, professional, not unusual, though we are closer now, close in a way I would have never guessed, me being the only person on the entirety of earth who has seen him in the throes of pleasure, lost to desire, the thought of his entirely different self rousing goosebumps over my arms, enticed and afraid at once.

“Let’s be off, I’ll need to arrive back with time to prepare Stephan’s supper.” He opens the door, letting me through first before closing it softly behind, the action not of any importance to him, but indescribably touching for me, something Stephan has never once done in the years I’ve known him, even while he was courting me he was selfish, luckily for him so was my father. “So, Father, what is it you… Wanted to discuss?” I’m curious, we’ve never spent time together outside of church hours, never had any reason to, which leads me to believe this has everything to do with Sunday’s confession.

“What is it about me that you enjoy?” I pull my brows together, taking his offered hand to help me down the steps, unsure why he’d ask something so forward, or where he intends to bring this discussion, the warmth of him lingering on my skin when he releases me, our pace lazy, a simple stroll, not entirely normal, but I suppose no one will gossip about Mr. Kennedy, the thought offering relative safety as we trail along, even if I’m not all that glad there are so many others out at this time of day.

“Forgive me, but why- Why do you ask?” I cast a look toward him, wary of having this conversation in public, even in the mostly empty residential block.

“I think I may have found a way to rid the both of us of our yearning… I suppose I should set the example. I find you perfect. You enrapture me with your nature, truly, you consume my mind and body with your presence, my entire being is delighted at any reminder of you, miss. I believe there is reason behind your draw, of course, God has sent you to me, and me to you, as either of our most formidable trials, lust being our greatest weakness-”

“Father, I don’t see how this is- What solution can we have for a trial from God other than to abstain?” He smiles, seeming overly giddy at my words, nodding along with them, his footsteps pausing just in front of the church’s walkway, his body turned to face mine, large in front of me, undeniably masculine, everything I would have wanted if the choice was mine to make.

“You’ve figured it out all on your own, miss. Abstaining is the only way, we must make a habit of it, that’s what I’m suggesting. Come.” He leads the way, the both of us entering the empty church, no service going on at midday on a Wednesday.

“If we are to abstain, why would we come here alone? Is that not counterproductive?” It surely seems that way, the tension settles the moment the door is closed behind us, thick and heavy, the weight of sin on my shoulders, my guilt eating me from inside out, an excruciatingly powerful deterrent, I must say.

“Temptation can only be overcome if it is present, miss. We are in no position to flee, we must face our desires and let God lead us in the way he sees fit. I intend to cure us of our illness in as quick a manner as possible, so we will need to bury ourselves in it, let the wound fester prior to healing. Sit.” I do, take a seat one the frontmost pew, watching him take a seat beside me, a small amount closer than what would be considered appropriate, though I suppose it’s necessary, being close enough to lean in but having the willpower not to. I wonder if he’s looking this well kept on purpose, to be enticing, he looks more put together than usual, and I must admit it is making me a little warm, my face heated only from being alone with him, sat close enough for him to do as he pleases, no confession window keeping me from seeing the entirety of him. “We will need to expel our desires… Have you been praying to the lord daily?” He’s sinning, the evidence is all over him, that same low, lusty quality to his gaze, the roughness of his voice, the pink dusting over his cheeks, the telltale tightness of his breeches. He seems to be trying to distract himself, keep his thoughts from wandering down the more unrighteous path, and I’m doing the same, though my mind has a tendency to wander, especially during time with the Father.

“Yes, of course, for forgiveness and guidance. I haven’t seen a difference- In the-uhm- The… Frequency of the ungodly thoughts, no matter the amount of times I plead for it.” God has been unkind to me in the past weeks, never providing any type of assistance to aid me with my problem, but I suppose that’s how it’s meant to be, it is my choice to be godly, or to give into the need burning through me, the scorching hot, pleasurable want that is nearly worth it.

“The lord works in mysterious ways, miss. We must remember this. We are to choose our own path, be worthy or risk our salvation when judgment comes.” I nod in agreement, though I can’t help but question it, God’s will, his willingness to tempt but not allow humankind to be tempted, the all-knowing man surely already knows what choice we will make, which path we will continue down. “Though it is true all sins are equivalent under the lord… As long as we are forgiven we are cleansed…” He has a hand over the front of his pants, just rested there, his expression lax, only a little pained, the suggestion clear, an offer to call off our abstinence before it’s even had the chance to begin, give into temptation and assume we will be granted forgiveness for our weakness.

“Father? You’re suggesting… We should..?” I’m not so sure, not that I’m strong enough to resist if he was to suggest we indulge again, it does seem much less consequential now that we’ve already done so once before.

“Not suggesting, merely… Well, perhaps I did suggest it. You really have ruined me, miss.” He sighs, closing his eyes and covering his face with one hand, seeming strung up, not all that willing to make either decision. “I’m all too willing to fail, only when it comes to you, all I ask is that we remain discreet, my position is based on the trust of the town, I cannot have them finding out I’m a sinner, they will lose all faith in me, I can’t have that.” I nod, unnerved he’s planning to keep this tryst going for longer than today, though I can’t say I won’t be glad to continue as we have, one sin is equal to many, penance is the only way we will be saved now.

“We cannot be found out. Stephan, he would- I’d-”

“I’m well aware, miss. I wouldn’t allow it, you will not be harmed. We will be sure to keep this under wraps, yes?” I hum, still afraid, a continued offense meaning more instances our sin could be revealed. “Good, well, I suppose reveling in temptation wasn’t the ingenious idea I thought it would be… Truthfully I’m being ungodly right now, thinking of how beautiful you were when you bore yourself to me, allowed me to pleasure you…” He’s touching me, has a hand on my knee over my skirts, his upper body turned toward me, the shift in the conversation bringing forth the familiar warm sensation, a buzzing of want settled over me, heavy and hot and unyielding.

“Father, we… Someone could come in…” He doesn’t seem to mind, his expression hazy, face near to mine, his breathing a little hoarse, excited.

“Don’t be worried, miss, I must admit I had lustful intentions, I turned the lock, in the case we weren’t well equipped to resist… Seems my hunch wasn’t far off, unless you aren’t as fully depraved as me… Tell me, do you wish to indulge?” He speaks softly, kind, his face a breath from mine, his hand pausing its upward travels to await my answer, this man who has no need to be so gentlemanly giving me the kind of choice I’ve yearned for nearly the entirety of my life as if it’s something so common.

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned, and I will do so again.” I sign the cross, praying my repentance will be enough, watching him sign his own, not at all concealing his lustful gaze, the holy signal dampened by his hand running a little further up my leg, my skin already sickly hot, the both of us anticipating it, steeling ourselves with heavy breaths.

“The father is just, he will cleanse and forgive the faithful of their sins…” He presses his lips to mine, soft and slow, the beginning of depravity, the sealing of our shared sin, the sweetest sin I’ve ever committed, the only one I’d give up everything to commit again and again. “This is it… The start of our descent… The most beautiful madness I could ever conceive of… The most evil perfection there is, my all consuming want, you.” He’s not rushed, it’s not in his nature, he’s calm, collected, his lips rough against mine, as well as his palm, cupped gently to my jaw, holding me to him, his skin hot against me, a reminder of sin, the heat a sort of omen of where we’re headed, a prelude to the heat of damnation we’re settling ourselves into. “I wish I could explain… The things I feel for you… The power you have over me… The carnal, painful need simmering inside…” He’s easing me back, slow, laying me back on my elbows, leaning over me to keep our lips connected, his hand trailing down from my jaw, ghosting over the curve of my waist, the gentle touch completely unfamiliar, his softness entirely enrapturing, his honest words spoken into kisses with a passion and fervor I could never begin to explain. “The sweet embrace of sin… Is all too enticing while you’re the one offering it… Miss, I have a confession.” He stops, pulling back to look down on me, his face and lips both flushed, nearly as flushed as mine feel, the both of us breathing heavy as he rests above me, his expression earnest and pained, distraught at his yearning.

“What is it, father?” He doesn’t tell me, rather sits up, pulling me along once he’s stood, lifting me right up out of the pew to rest across his arms, carrying me up the steps before pausing, just looking at me, still distraught, swallowing in a nervous manner as he looks down on me.

“My heart has always been full of God.” He sets me down, right on the altar, smoothing my skirts before sinking down, rested on his knees in front of me, staring up at me with that same expression, utterly terrified of what I’ve done to him, his hand moving to sign the cross before letting it rest over his thigh. “I’ve never had the room for anything further than the lord… Never felt inclined to make any, but you- You’ve shoved your way inside, clawed through a lifetime of God’s will and made your own home in my heart. The thought of- I’m appalled by it, the precedence you’ve assumed… Miss, you’ve consumed me, reached inside and tore my heart and taken it for yourself… Though… I find I don’t mind, and if it makes me ungodly then so be it- because I’m- I won’t apologize for being smitten with someone so utterly perfect- This is a mistake I would make time and time again, because it isn’t- Loving is never a mistake.” Love. I’m not sure I can say I’ve ever loved anyone, surely not Stephan, even if I do tell him so, the closest I’ve ever come to love is probably whatever warmth I have for the man before me, though I couldn’t admit it, loving him would be the worst possible offense, a far more real version of whatever we’re doing here, a crime for which there is no punishment other than the wrath of god.

“Father, we- You-”

“Just let me say it, I will bear my sins to you, you need not return my sentiment, I merely cannot keep the feeling festering inside any longer, feel free to ignore my ramblings, I am nothing but a godless madman, prepared to worship at your altar… Your body is the only temple I need, the only thing important enough to tear me from God, so allow me this, give me the freedom to speak my truth, divulge my sins to both you and the lord.” He’s touching me, staring at me with his head turned to the side, lips pressed to the skin of my inner ankle, lifted with a soft touch, the look in his eyes making me sickly, something so beautiful I can’t stand it, a care I’ve never seen, love. “I relinquish myself to you, completely, miss, from now until forever, I am yours, entirely. I will worship you, offer you all that I can in means of companionship and affection, though you need not do the same, I simply just cannot deny myself the simple pleasure of offering up my love, all of which belongs to you… Solely.” He’s making his way up, smoothly kissing up the inside of my thigh, looking up at me from his place on the floor, entirely enamored, his hand pushing slowly up on my skirts as he moves.

“Father..? I don’t- You can’t- You can’t say these things in God’s place…” He pauses his kissing, turning to look at me straight on, my skirts hiked up over my knee, my skin burning hot and clammy, worried what God will think of us now, two devoted disciples worshiping the other rather than our creator, indulging in an ungodly love.

“What I feel for you is not my doing, miss. I have fought against it long enough, I cannot convince my heart to feel for you any differently than I do. God knows this, knows I truly have tried my absolute hardest to quell my affections but I’m- This isn’t a decision I get to make, I’d continue loving you if I kept quiet. Just- Let me give myself to you, while we’re alone, the only time I can love you without looking your husband in the face… Let me love you before I face my guilt.” He looks near tears, voice soft and pleading, his hands coming palms together before he presses them to the wood between my legs, forehead to his thumbs, face hidden in my skirts. “Please, miss, forgive me, I did not intend to divulge my most gruesome secret, I only saw it fit to not hide it from you any longer- If you do not wish to continue-”

“I would- I mean… You may continue…” He lifts his head, lifts it and smiles, soft and affectionate, sickeningly so, his devotion pouring through his gaze, through his touch, his hands warm and rough on the skin of my opposite leg, fingers easing up on my skirts as he looks at me, his hand bringing my ankle to his lips, his eyes peering at me sideways as he lays slow kisses to my skin, slicking it with sinful saliva, his sin so overwhelming he’s lost in it, looking at me in a way that suggests nothing else on God’s earth matters as long as him and I are here, like this, indulging in something so terrible, but nothing of the sort, something so passionate it could only be god’s will.

“You’ve changed me… Molded me into something new… Laid the me before you to bed… Given me a new purpose… Pleasing you… My lord, you’re so beautiful I could do absolutely nothing other than gaze at you for the remainder of my days…” He’s made it up to my knee, my skirts hiked to my lap, his hands on the outsides of my legs, running up as he stands, pushing up further on my clothes before trailing his fingers up and over them, up from my hips to the lacing at my stomach, his eyes on mine as he pulls the knot, slow, his words quiet, the both of us too hot, too much feeling between us, too much to simply speak, the need burning low, humming beneath my skin. “I’ll say this, miss, you’ve made me human in a way I’ve never been… Shown me with your touch and care that I am to be cared for as I care for others…” He’s working my dress up, gently getting it up and over my head before smoothing my hair, not showing any interest in the skin he’s just exposed, instead continuing to stare into my face, conveying his truth through his gaze, his hands smoothing at the sides of my hair, the softness making me nearly emotional, a kind of fussing I’ve never received nor knew I’d wanted, all until now, until him. “You are my test, not of my willpower, but of how much of my love I can give away. I will not stop loving you, miss, I will love you until the day I die and after, I will claw my way out from beneath my grave and return to you, that is my penance, the one thing I can do to show that this is not a physical want, but an insatiable yearning to be one, a craving to be yours and to have you as mine, make a home for you inside my heart which cannot be sullied by fear or insecurity, a safe haven filled with all the warmth I have for you…” He kisses me, hands on the sides of my face, my body all but bare but without attention, this kind of lust without hurry, not about the physical pleasure as much as indulging in the warmth between us.

“Father… I must be… Off soon…” He hums, leaving one last lingering kiss on my lips before returning to his knees, hands pulling on my undergarments, leaving me fully bare, his clothing still fully intact, the clerical clothing still as crisp as ever, all of him smooth, enticing.

“Soon then, until then… Bless me Lord, and these thy gifts, which I am about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen.” He leans in, kissing up the inside of my knee as he eases my legs wider, trailing fingertips up the opposite side, his eyes peering up at me in his affectionate manner, his beauty laid out below me, utter perfection at my disposal. “I will do all that I can to please you, be free to speak any wishes you may have, I’m more than happy to oblige… I would be satisfied only to satisfy you…” He presses a thumb to my hole, or rather the wetness there, slipping it up to press to the pleasurable spot I’m not sure what to call, rubbing up and down, watching my face, seeming pleased at my expression, tightened with the feeling he’s offering, his breath fanning over my privates making me tense against him. “This is God’s will… It must be, otherwise he would never have allowed me this information, the secret to unraveling you until you’re puddled, so well worked you’ll never need anything else… God wishes me happiness, and that happiness lies where I’m able to show you my care… Where I can give you at least a fraction of what you deserve, miss. I’m curious… Let me…” He tastes me, softly, licking up and sending a pleasurable jolt through me. He groans, sounding pleased with his findings, moving to close his lips where his thumb has left, light suction there a whole lot more intense than the pressure beforehand, my light gasp getting him to continue, the image of him between my thighs entirely sinful, beautiful in the way of Lucifer, led astray, an angel who’s done wrong, cast down into my arms, well, between trembling thighs. “Yes… My lord this is… You’re incredible… The most perfect body and soul, truly the image of God…” He moves back to using his thumb, watching me with his pretty blue eyes, his lips skimming over the skin of my thigh, my wetness shining on his lips evidence of our actions. “This must be heaven on earth… Alone with only you… Nothing veiled any longer… Only my love for you laid out for God to see, whether he strike me down or grant me forgiveness I will not regret this, I could never bring myself to regret you.” The pressure is building, my hand mussing his hair, legs closed on either side of him, his thumb moving against me, the tightness making me breathless, unbearably hot, damnation so close it’s pressing into me, making me sick with fever. “You’re nearly there, miss, you’re afraid- Don’t be, worry on judgment day, for now only focus yourself on me, let me worship you, give you pleasure, mark you with my hands and body, leave traces of you all over me, ruin myself with your touch, plunge deeper and deeper into the depravity I’ve fought for so long I can’t remember the first time I sinned in your name.” He pauses his ramblings to watch me, head thrown back as I orgasm, intense pleasure along with the familiar searing heat washing over me, sweet words coaxing me down even as I pull on his hair.

“Father, father- We must hurry, come up.” He listens, standing to his whole height, still towering even as I’m sat up on the altar, his body slotted between my legs as he captures my lips, the taste of me on his lips somehow enticing, a reminder of what he’s done for me, of his depravity, of our willingness to deny God.

“Would you like to continue?” I nod, using a hand to pull him back to my lips, my other hand fumbling with his breeches, his hands taking over in a silent display of care.

“Would you… I’d like to… Please you.” I press a hand to his chest, backing him up enough to sink to the floor between him and the altar, his manhood bare to me, his clothes still mostly in place other than the undone clasp of his breeches.

“You’d really… You’d-” I grip him, softly, his whole body jolting as I run my hand up the length, looking up at him as I close my lips over him, the taste barely familiar, salty. “That’s… Lord help me, I’m hellbound…” He lets me do as I please, just pets the side of my hair as I sink down, gagging before I expect to, pulling back with watery eyes before taking him back in, my hands on clothed thighs, his expression worried, mouth gaping, the flush spread up to his ears and down his chest. “This is… Truly-ah- Lord, forgive me, forgive us, we will-hah- we will sin again and again, accept our-our penance and our pleas for forgiveness and-nnh cleanse us of our wrong doings-” He leans over me, one hand planted on the altar, the other gripped to my hair, leading me along, his head hanging, eyes closed tight, mouth opened in the pleasure I’m offering. “Nearly- I’ll never-Ah- I’ve never- Felt anything like this. So beautiful-hah- Heavenly- Your mouth is just as perfect as-Nnh! Perfect-Miss-!” He pulls me away, reaching out and pulling me up, taking care to wipe away the mess on my lips before easing me back onto the altar, his body against me, the heat terrible, dizzying, my body laid out below god, head over the edge of the altar, jesus christ staring down at me from his place against the wall, his body strung up to make up for me, for my lust, the greed to want more than what I’ve gotten, the sickness inside of me, whatever sickness has led me here, the father’s manhood pressing inside, my eyes on the son, his on me, the guilt making me sick, the distraction of the man above me not able to do anything to abate the burning heat settled over us, marking us as sinners.

“Forgive me, father in- in heaven, I will- I am a child of sin… I pray you will invite me- to paradise, forgive me for the-ah-the wrong I’ve done.” He lets me take care of my prayer, stays seated inside while I do, waiting, my eyes coming to his once I’m finished, both of us too unwilling to give up on whatever disgusting kind of pleasure this is to properly show appreciation to the lord.

“Miss… We really… Are you truly willing to- delve into the depths of depravity, accept and wear this sin as yours-Ours?” I really shouldn’t, I should high tail it out of this forsaken church and never speak to him again, but I truly can’t bring myself to deny him, or myself, something so searing hot, something so correct, perfectly incredible, his skin against mine the only thing I’ve ever truly longed for, enjoyed.

“Yes, I accept my sin and my penance, I need this, father, you.” He swallows, seeming distraught at my confession, at my willingness to be ruined, to sin alongside him.

“Then so be it.” He moves, slowly, drawing himself back and slowly forward, leaning over me and gazing down, one hand beside my ribs, the other gripped to my hip. “My God… I- You’re so-ah- beautiful… So- Tempting-! Miss, this is my love, this- This is the most of me I can-Nnh- Offer-! Being one with you- seated deep inside- this- this is the most-ah- Feels so- so good…” He’s lost, eyes nearly closed, opened for the sole purpose of gazing into me, his hips hitting the backs of my thighs, the sound echoing through the empty pews, his hand pulling me, coaxing me in to meet him, thumb stretched across to rub that spot, the both of us panting like dogs, feverish from our wrongdoing, burning with evil, a lovely sort. “Even if- If everyone found us ungodly- I wouldn’t- I’d kiss ungodly skin, live in an-ah- ungodly home, sink deep into an-hah- an- ungodly woman- Give into depravity, worship the opposite-Hnn- the-ah- of what I’ve sworn to, give myself over to the devil-” He’s laid out over me, head between my breasts as he works against me, both of us sweating, my hands in his hair and gripped to the side of the altar, my head tipped right side down, gaze on the son of God, my legs trembling, all of it too much, the devotion, the sin, the weight of him, the heat passed between us, all of it wretched, painfully precious. “You’ve corrupted me, miss, made me born new, born to-ah- love you, to satisfy this sinful need, to sink into the burning heat and-hah- and make my home there… God- You’re- You-Hnn- This is the only heaven I need, buried inside the- the woman of my dreams, our bodies and souls-ah- as one, two sinners lost in- in the- the- other-! Hah-The- feel of your skin is the most enticing touch I’ve ever-Nnh- The taste of your lips, your warmth, your sacrifice, ours, our shared sin…” He’s speaking into my skin, breath hot between my ribs, the heat of him nearly painful, his hand bouncing me against him, his manhood pressed deep with every thrust of his hips, my thighs tight and shaking around him, the high nearly there, Jesus staring down on us, reminding me of my guilt, the man waiting in my home, a man who could never even come close to making me feel like this, warm and overwhelmed and weightless and satiated all at once. He’s nearly finished, teeth gnashed and eyes screwed shut, forehead pressed to my skin, his thumb moving desperately against me.

“If the lord won’t forgive us for having this- I don’t wish for his- His forgiveness, I’d choose this a-ah- million times over- This- Emotion and pleasure like I’ve never felt, the touch of a woman who-Hnn- Woman who I’ve bared my soul to- Laid my heart out at your feet and you’ve taken it and-My Lord-! And me, placed your sweet lips on mine and given me all I’ve ever longed for. Let me return a- a piece of the pleasure you’ve given me- give you one more unforgettable high, one more today and a million more the following. Yes, God, yes- Miss, let me have it, Let me-Hnnn-!” I do, back arched up off the altar, the feeling entirely too much, wave after wave of heat and haze over me, both his hands on my waist to pull me in, his pace messy and quick, his noises whiny, huffed out against me, a final prayer in hopes of getting away with this. “Holy Mary, Mother of-Oh God, pray for us sinners, now and at- at the- the hour of our-Hah- our death-!” He leaves me empty, the high fading off as he empties, warmth laid all over my stomach, my eyes forward, toward Jesus, the loss of pleasure bringing a grief for who I was, a god loving and pure woman, now ruined, sinful and wretched, undeserving of God’s love, though that was the choice I made, the decision between the lord and my desire. “I love you, miss, purely and ceaselessly and infinitely, I will love you.” I believe I chose correctly, I suppose only time will tell, though I can’t help but find this love much more unconditional, the soft touch following the scene, gentle, rough hands easing me up to seated, a handkerchief cleaning the mess on my stomach, my hair smoothed sweetly, the closing of his prayer whispered against the skin of my forehead following a lingering kiss . “Amen.”

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“Le, you can not come in.” He’s being too much, begged me to let him come shopping with me this morning, has been clinging to me the entire time, in an especially needy mood, now even trying to convince me to let him into the dressing room.

“No one’s around, princess, just- C’mon, let me in.” I sigh, dramatic, giving him an unhappy look as I swing the doo open for him, waving him inside before anyone else sees this seemingly suggestive moment. He closes the door behind himself, staying there and leaning against it, at least giving me some space to try my items on, watching me through the mirror when I turn, looking dazed, staring at me, seeming a little more lax than usual, his head tilted a little. “What’s up with you today?” He’s being weird, knew I was going out on my own today, is perfectly fine with it any other time, but seemed panicked at the thought when he woke to see me dressed and ready to go. He looks down, seeming a little confused, maybe also somewhat embarrassed of how obsessive he’s being, following me around one step behind through every store we’ve been in, being embarrassingly touchy all through peak shopping hours, even now he looks pained, missing the feel of my skin, stood a couple feet away with his arms crossed.

“I don’t know… Just- Been gone all week, missed you.” He shrugs, playing it off, but this isn’t really “I missed you” behavior, at least not the regular sort, he’s usually just tired, clingy yes, but not nearly to this extent. I give him a look through the mirror, pulling my shirt up and over my head, setting it off to the side to rid myself of my pants, his eyes going a little low at the sight of me, nearly bare. “I know- I’m sorry… It’s too much I just- I love you so damn much it drives me crazy…” I sigh, pulling one of the dresses up my legs, slipping the straps up over my arms, meeting his eyes as he covers his mouth with his hand, closing his eyes and looking a little pained, his face flushed, free hand pulling uncomfortably at his collar.

“Le? You okay?” I’ve been worried, ever since his mission in Spain, even if he’s been normal following the whole breeding incident, which thankfully did not end the way he wanted in the moment. He’s acting more like he did that day, sinking into instinct, doing what he wants without fear of how it comes off, indulging.

“ ‘m fine, don’t worry.” He’s lying, refusing to look at me, scratching at the side of his neck, uncomfortable. Something’s wrong, and he won’t tell me, the refusal telling it’s bad, worrying, his lie bothering me probably more than the truth would, but I don’t press him, aware it’ll just make him feel worse, I just pull the dress up over my head, grabbing the next and repeating the process, letting things go quiet, both of us well aware I don’t believe him.

“You like this one?” I look at him, catching his eyes in the mirror, and he hums, taking my question as an invitation to approach, wandering his way up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist, laying his chin down in the crook of my neck, gazing up at me in the mirror, seeming a little less antsy against me, this whole thing a little too reminiscent of that night, not that I say that, he’ll tell me when he’s ready, and plus I’d much rather get home before he does, if this really is a repeat of what went down a little over a month ago.

“Pretty…” I don’t know whether he’s talking about me or the dress, but it seems to be the former, he hasn’t even taken a look at it, too busy staring into my face, pressing into my back, his body running hotter than usual, his skin clammy and sticky against me, that same look on his faze, dazed, affectionate and so damn needy. “I love you…” He whispers it, so low I can barely hear, staring at me even as he turns his head to kiss at the spot just behind my ear, the red of his cheeks looking almost sickly, like he’s got a horrible fever, probably does.

“Leon?” He hums, not seeming to notice what he’s doing, just dazedly kissing along the side of my throat, peering at me sideways, his hands holding to my hip and around my waist, pulling me in, trapping me in his heat, making me feel sick from it, feverish with his warmth soaking into me. “I love you too.” I planned to ask, but I don’t, just give him what he needs, prepared this time for where it’s going, even if he isn’t fully aware of the signs, too into what he’s doing to think much of anything, letting his lips meet the spot he was obsessing over last time, kissing it lovingly, the scabs now healed over, no evidence of his harm left behind, which he was grateful for, felt horrible for hurting me, in any capacity.

“God… Love you so much, princess… Need you, you’ve got no idea how much I need you… Gonna marry you… Make you mine in the only way I haven’t… Mine… Forever…” He stops kissing, just presses his face into me and inhales, letting out a pleased groan at whatever scent is there. “You smell so damn good… Made for me… Perfect…” He’s pressing his hips into me, though I don’t even think he notices, too lost in his nosing over my neck, his eyes closed, lips parted, his chest heaving against me, his body making up for whatever’s going on inside him, his body too hot against me, making me squirm, not that I can get far, mostly immobile, the small movement earning me a displeased noise, his teeth grazing my neck before he pulls back, eyeing the spot, lips parted, breathless. “Princess?” I hum, already aware of what he’s just figured out, waiting on him to say it, his eyes meeting mine for a small bout of silence, his hips stalling their gentle grinding when he focuses his attention on my face, all of him flushed, eyes hazy and affectionate, the realizing leaving his exhale shaky, warm on the skin of my neck. “Something is wrong.” I hum, uttering a soft “I know” as I reach up to run my hand back through his hair, pushing back his sweaty bangs to hopefully give him some relief.

“It’s okay, you’ll be fine, yeah?” He nods, looking pained, the expression making me feel sick to my stomach, wanting to help him, knowing there’s only one way I can, not really a good place for it, but I don’t think I could get him home before the heat sets in, and I can’t leave him like this the twenty minutes back to the house, all shaky and messy, desperate in a way that’s not even human, some kind of instinctual yearning left behind by whatever they did to him in Spain.

“I love you… You’re- so nice… It hurts… ‘s hot, you’re- Need you…” He’s already out of it, mumbling and tucking his face back down in my neck, letting his eyes close to breath me in, letting out a low groan and pressing into my ass, his dick hot and big, hopefully not as swollen as last time, probably will be, with my luck. “Can we-hah- In here? I don’t- We can’t wait.” I nod, feeling overheated myself with the way he’s surrounding me, hunched around me, holding me tight to him, his breathing ragged in my ear, a pleased rumble vibrating against me at my assent. “Thank you- Love you, baby- ah- I’ll be- I’ll be gentler this time, be good, good boyfriend…” He lets his hand on my hip trail down, thumb pressed to my clit over the dress, rubbing quick circles, his teeth pulling at the skin of my neck, not hurting, just pulling that spot he likes, groaning and licking at it when he pulls away, staring at the mark left behind in the mirror, telltale black spreading over the veins of his face, drawing him deeper into his need, his breathing shaky and uneven. “Wanna make you feel good… Gonna- Need you to-nnh- Gonna fill you up over and over, make sure it sticks… You smell better, sweeter, you’re ready for it, gonna fill you so good your body can’t reject me…” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he’s pulling up on the dress, hiking it up to my stomach and holding it there with his forearm so he can bring his thumb back to my clit, his eyes cast down at the movement, a pleased noise whined into my ear when I press back into him, feeling good, even if I am scared of the pain when he pushes inside. “I’ll make you cum- Be good- Only once I’m inside, need you to squeeze me, let me feel it- god…” He groans, nosing at my neck and shoving his hand inside my panties, dipping down to collect slick before rubbing harshly, making me shake, legs ready to give out when he stops, humming in approval of my near orgasm and pushing down on my underwear as he nudges my legs apart, not bothering to get them all the way off, leaving them stretched between my knees, pulling his face from my neck to have a look, groaning and sliding his hand back down, pushing two fingers inside and returning his thumb to my clit, spreading his fingers out inside and making me squirm.

“Le- what’re you-”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.” He sounds upset, clammy forehead slumped down on my shoulder, another finger easing inside as he rubs at my clit, the stretch stinging, not all that comfortable, and he knows, cooing softly against my ear, head lifted to get his lips just behind my ear, his cheek pressed to my hair, eyes on mine as he rasps sweet praises to keep my attention off the stretch he’s giving. “You’re okay, pretty girl… Doing so good, so good for me, gonna let me stretch you to fit me… you always take it so well, such a good- so pretty, my girl… Gonna fill you so good you only want me, never need to look at anyone else… Only me… Only I can fill you full, fuck you so good you’ll forget about everyone but me…” I moan in approval, though I’m not really listening, looking at his flushed face and shaking with the pressure he’s putting on my clit, near cumming again, his fingers no longer painful, thankfully. “Wanna cum? I’ll make you-shit- Go ahead, I won’t make you wait this time, wanna make you feel good, see how pretty you are full of me…” I lean forward, pressing a hand to the glass in front of me, legs shaking so bad I could probably fall over if Leon wasn’t holding me up, a low moan his only warning before I’m convulsing, curled in on myself as he works me through it, enjoying it near as much as me, whining and mouthing at my throat and staring into my scrunched up face as he works me through it, my insides squeezed tight around one too many fingers. “That’s it, you look so good, so ready for me, Yeah? Can’t wait to give you another, gonna bury my dick inside this perfect fucking pussy and get you off some more, make a damn mess, hell- you already are…” I groan, twitching as I come down, his hand no longer moving, fingers still inside, my hands moving to tear the dress up over my head before either of us makes a mess on it.

“Le…” He’s pressed to my hole, has a hand on my upper back, tilting me forward and against the glass to give him a better angle, ready to sink inside, but he doesn’t, gets me to look at him over my shoulder, his expression so desperate he looks pained, his kiss the opposite, entirely soft and affectionate, his forehead sweaty against me when he pulls back.

“I love you.” I return it, giving him a soft smile and hoping to abate whatever worries he’s having, his voice soft and breathless when he continues. “I’m gonna- I- I’m sorry, baby…Sorry… ‘s Just- I need to… I-”

“It’s okay, Leon. It’s okay, you’re okay.” He looks scared, his face moving to hide in my neck, upper body hunched over me, his lips skimming down and over my shoulder, feverish, but gentle, trying to keep himself in check after how rough he got last time, even if I forgave him the next morning. “Just- can you hurry up? They’re closing soon and I’m gonna kill you of we get caught.” He makes an affirmative noise, pushing inside, incredibly slow, his body shaking, so hot he probably should be passed out, his head popping inside making the both of us groan, me in pain, him in pleasure.

“Sorry-Shit-! God-Sorry princess- I’m-Hnn- Feels so good, so-hah- you’re perfect, gonna make it- I’ll fix it, make you feel good…” He brings his finger back to my clit, groaning and easing himself in further, pressed as far as he’ll go when he pushes some more, my teeth gritted when he whines, his arm around my waist holding me to him when I try to escape the pressure. “Stop- please-! Please, baby, just- Need it, have to be-ah- all the way- gotta make sure you- I’ll make sure you’re-nnh- full. Gotta stretch you first, it’ll feel good soon, I’ll be-oh god- I’ll uh- Be nice…” I lay my head on the glass, the cool surface offering a little relief from the smothering heat of him all over me, his hips pulling back slow, the intensity of it making me shaky, pained, but the look on his face keeps me grounded, his expression entirely fucked, barely open eyes staring up at me from where he’s tucked into the side of my neck, mouthing at that spot, working it between his teeth, his finger on my clit evening out the pain and pleasure.

“Le- Just move.” He groans, pushing back in, all the way, my yelp enough to get him to pull back, sinking in a little shallower the next time, my pleased sigh earning me a breathy moan as he continues, not shoving entirely inside, my body missing the snug feeling even if it did hurt.

“Fuck, so-ah pretty! So good, letting me cum inside, can I go deeper? Need to-Hnn- need to make sure it- sticks this time… Please? Can I..? I’ll make sure it feels good, just-please-” I nod, out of breath, my legs shaking from his constant rubbing at my clit, the feeling wound tighter than probably ever, the pain making the pleasure that much better, the heat pressing down on me making me fuzzy, my face near as red as his when I pull it back from the mirror, leaving my arms rested there as he stands himself up behind me, both hands on my hips, pulling me back into full, harsh thrusts, his groan a little too loud, head tilted back to let it out, my orgasm fading before he realizes, his hand sliding back down to keep working at my clit, his hips slamming into me, sending my face nearly into the mirror before he pulls me back in, bouncing me against him. “Want you to squeeze me, gonna-fuck- gonna make you cum, get you to soak me, let-ah- me make you mine, god I wanna-Nnh-! Wanna-ah- bite that pretty fuckin’ neck, mark you-shit- up again, make it last- this- this time… C’mon-nnh- cum on my dick, wanna be-hah- good, good-ah- that’s so good, you’re-shit- yes, yes-!” I’m cumming, slumped forward into the mirror and just taking it, the pleasure hazy and too hot, his whiny words making me moan, the sound turning a little more guttural when i feel him emptying inside, a soft string of whimpers breathed into my throat as he works through it, grinding into me, his skin sticky on mine, his teeth working on that same spot, careful, resisting the urge to bite down. “There you go… You’re gonna be full of me, not gonna stop until you’re full, can’t- I need you to- Have to be a good-ah- boyfriend…” He pulls out, still not giving me any space, spinning me around and laying me out on the little bench in front of the mirror, moving to press back inside a second later, my hand against his stomach making him pause. “Please- Please just- Just one more time, I need to- you-”

“Someone’s coming.” He groans, impatient, but leans down, kissing at that spot in the meantime, the both of us listening to fading footsteps before he pulls back, waiting on my permission, a nod of my head all it takes for him to press inside, his hands going to the backs of my thighs, holding them up and forward, nearly pressed to my stomach, the sight making him moan as he pulls back out, slamming in an making me wince, the roughness a little much, and he knows it, swallowing and looking pained when he shortens his thrusts.

“You’re doing so good, my pretty girl… Is this-ah-better..? I hope-god- I hope so… You look so pretty… My girl… All mine…” He’s leaning over me, gazing down, sweaty and still so hot, the red all over him, along with the black veins, spread down his arms and what I can see of his lower stomach and hips. He’s panting, mouth open and all, his body too hot to handle, even for me, his skin nearly painful against me, sweat dripping from between his palms and my thighs, one of his hands sliding its way down to press to my clit making me squirm. “Don’t- Just let me, I’ll make it feel-ah- good, make you feel so-shit- so good you’ll stay forever, be my perfect girl, let me make you mine over and over, fuck you so good-so fuckin’ good you’ll never leave my side. It’s so hot- Hurts so-Nnh- so bad, need you to- help, let me-hah- take care of you, make it go away.” He’s given up on being gentle, lost in the heat, his eyes on mine, pleading, hoping to god I’ll forgive him for taking this too far, little does he know I’m enjoying it, the whiny quality of his voice making up for the pain, his thumb on my clit keeping me close. “You need to take it, all of it, can’t- you can’t waste it, please.” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I nod, dazed, out of it from two orgasms and the rough treatment, digging my hands into his hair when he leans down over me, tucked into my throat, his breathing frantic, along with his hips, the hand not working at my clit gripped to my hip, pulling me in to meet him. “Smells so good, wanna bite-Nnh-! Wanna fucking ruin your-hah- your pretty neck, bite down and make sure this one doesn’t go away, need to- I- No-!” He pulls back, shaking his head at his own train of thought, eyes squeezed shut when I drag him in, giving him quiet permission, his low groan making me clench, my agreeance earning me a quicker pace of his thumb on my clit, pushing me further toward another orgasm, legs trembling against his sides, his teeth closing over my neck making me yelp, my own hand coming to cover my mouth as I squeeze him, holding him tight to me as he empties a second time, working it deeper, the pleasure hazy and hot and too much, making me want to squirm away and cry and beg him to stop, but I don’t, just take it, letting him grind into me until he fills back out, the same swollen base as last time forming, nudging at me, drawing a surprised moan out of me. “One more time… You can take it, know you can, pretty girl.” He pulls back, eyeing his bite with a glazed, happy expression, complacent now that he’s ruined my neck, and the bench, the bite overy bloody, teeth dug in deeper than before.

“Attention all shoppers, the store will be closing in five minutes. We ask that all remaining purchases are made and you make your way to the doors. Thank you.” I push him, and he growls at me, a little scary, admittedly, my look getting him to quit it, the little possessive streak he has going on equally hot and animalistic.

“We have to go.” He shakes his head, looking frantic, near crying if I don’t let him finish his mission, eyes wet, drool and blood smeared all over his chin.

“No, not yet- Just one more- I need to-”

“In the car, Leon. We need to leave. Now.” He closes his eyes, heaving a calming breath before pulling himself out, looking sickly when he looks down at his dick, soaked in slick and cum, flushed red and achingly hard. “Let’s hurry, yeah? Clean up your face.” He doesn’t, just leans down and starts cleaning up the mess all over my neck, pulling back when I push him, not without a low displeased grumble. “Clothes on, Leon.” He gets off, allowing me to dress myself as he fixes his clothes and face, his grip on my hand a little tight when we’re on our way out, trying to keep himself under control, my back slammed up against the car when I go to search for my keys. “Le- I said in.”

“I can’t wait.” He pushes at my pants, leaving me to look around and confirm that the lot is vacant, can’t have anyone seeing whatever the hell this is. “You’re all that matters… Can’t think of anything else, just- I have to be good, good boyfriend, good for you, gonna make you cum agai-ngh-” He’s sunk back inside, got both our pants halfway down and shoved his way inside before I could get a word in, not that I’d stop him, the look on his face lets me know it hurts like hell to wait, so I won’t make him, letting him pull me into needy, quick thrusts, his thumb back at my clit a little painful, too much pleasure in too little time, his free hand yanking my foot up through my pant leg to lift my leg up by my knee, thigh pressed to the outside of my stomach letting him deeper, the swollen part nudging at me, trying to press inside, his finger working desperately at my clit, his moans high and whiny, he’s losing it, crying into my shoulder, sobbing and moaning and pleading. “God, one more time- Need-Nnh-need you to- to- please cum on my dick, gonna fill you-ah hnn hnn- gonna- so fuckin’ full, make it stick, need it- gonna-ah- push it in-fuck- need you to take it, let me- I’ll make it feel good just-please, let me-hnn- let me in-” I’m nearly there, too overstimulated to feel much besides a dull pleasure, just letting him take what he needs, listening to him sob and suck at my neck, feeling numb as his hips slam into me, the thing pressing, stretching, slowly easing me wide enough with every thrust. “There, oh god- C’mon, cum on my dick, gonna push it in, keep you stuck on me until I- Shit-! Yes, yes, gonna be good-ah- boyfriend- give it to me, yeah, I need you to- fuck, cum for me, you’re so close, please baby-ah-shit- yes, god- let me-!” He pushes inside, his hand covering my mouth when I scream, the pain only lasting a second before it’s sat snug inside, his hips grinding into me as I clench, curled forward into him and twitching, too much feeling, overwhelmed tears wetting his shirt as I come down. “See? Did so good, sweet girl, my girl… So perfect, look so good full of me, feels so fucking-ah- good… Was I- Do you feel good?” I let out a dazed moan, finally calmed down from that rather daunting scene, peeling my face from his chest as he lays one last, longing kiss to the tender skin of my neck, his eyes meeting mine, my Leon, nothing left of the frenzy besides the addition to his dick keeping us together, his skin cooling back down.

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“Bless me father, for I have sinned. My last confession was Wednesday.” He’s staring at me, in his usual way, open and accepting, ready to hear all about my wrong-doings, one of them a cardinal sin, no less. I’m not sure what it is, why he has such a draw, roping me in and making me forget my teachings over and over, his looks and person much too sinful for such a godly man. “I was rude, I spoke unkind words to Stephan. I refused him… When, um, when he-”

“There is no judgment here, only forgiveness. There’s no need to be nervous.” I nod, not looking at him, embarrassed to be confessing yet another tiff with my husband, sure the father is tired of hearing about my disrespect. He reaches through the little door, something he’s not supposed to do, but often does, getting my attention or soothing me down after a particularly nasty sin is disclosed, something that only causes further sin, the feel of his kind hands always forcing some further than friendly thoughts into my mind, never fessed up in my confessions, which is probably my biggest offense to god to date. He makes me look at him, tilts my head up by my chin, stares at me in his quiet, sweet way, soft eyes always able to draw out my deepest secrets without much prompt. “Tell me.” He always seems more interested to hear about my transgressions toward my husband, for why I don’t know, but it’s better than the harsh judgement of my childhood priest, anyways, so I try not to dwell too much.

“He wanted to… Bed me. I refused… It’s my duty to bear children, but I- He isn’t… I hate him.” The truth, something I’ve been toeing the line of for a while, only confessing the passing sins rather than my most heinous one, but he’s known all along, doesn’t seem surprised at all when I meet his eyes, maybe a little amused, but I don’t believe that, he has no reason to be, only reason to assign me a hefty penance.

“I see… That is… Quite the confession. Don’t look so fearful, miss, you know I’m a believer in earning your keep, and it doesn’t seem Mr. Belman is trying his best to do so.” My throat’s dry, my swallow barely making it down, his eyes on my making me sweat, my skirts making me feel a little faint, claustrophobic in the small booth. “A bad man does not deserve a woman as godly as you, at least I don’t see him as fit.” He’s not meant to give his opinion, only fact, that or prompt me to better help me lay my secrets out to him, but he always tries to make me feel better, in a way, for the wrongs I’ve committed, well aware of my repentance, and my desire to do better.

“You find me godly?” I’m really not, most ladies who attend the mass are a whole lot more godly than me, almost perfect Catholics. He smiles, soft and kind, making me sin all over again, though I’m unsure what I can do to keep from sinning in this way, my thoughts not easily controlled, especially for him, a man no woman has ever had the pleasure of pleasing, a man who’s devoted his whole being to serving the lord, but still manages to be entirely enticing, his unattainableness adding a sinful edge to his allure.

“Perfectly… Though you are the cause of many other's sins, so perhaps you are sinful…” He’s amused, and I’m confused, not an idea what he means by that. I stare at him, not incredibly eager to get on with my confession, more than willing to let him keep talking as long as he likes. “You’re an object of many’s affections, miss, and envy as well…” He’s going against his oath, speaking of other’s sins outside their own confessions, giving me a shred of all that he knows, offering it up with a relaxed expression, watching me, assumedly waiting on me to continue telling him, but I’m not ready yet, need a little longer, a few more moments of his soft stare before I tell him, tear down the image he’s painted of me in his head, desecrate his idea of me.

“Father..? Who do you confess to?” He smiles, only a little, amused for some secret reason, his gaze a little hazy, his hands smoothing down the front of his robe, the sound of him clearing his throat a little loud in the small space.

“Myself, I suppose… Though there’s something I find more suitable to confess to you.” My brows draw down, unsure why he’d have anything to confess to me, if he’s able to repent and move on without any type of formal confession, but I wait patiently, not wanting to sin again by disrespecting the father. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, just stares at me with his head tilted a little to one side, his gaze hazy, his smile barely pulling at one side of his lips, his face close to mine, just on the other side of the little confessional door, his breath warm on my skin. “Forgive me miss, for I have sinned.” He watches me, signing a cross over his chest, a little slow, the anticipation making me feel feverish, wet palms wiped on the front of my skirts while I wait, not bringing my eyes from him, wary to miss a second of his terribly enticing gaze. “I have committed the sin of lust. My craving for you is ungodly, and I have performed self-pleasing adultery to the mere thought of you too many times to count.” I have not a single clue what to say, just stay perfectly still, feeling sick at the pleased feeling burning my skin, flaming and not at all what I should feel in response to his reveal.

“Father, I-”

“I am sorry for this and all my sins.” He doesn’t seem sorry, more confused, staring at me in a way that makes me near fainting, all heat and intensity, trying to unravel his own desires. “You may continue.” I swallow, looking down at my hands, now much too afraid to tell him, to reciprocate his lust, unable to do anything about it, aware I’m bound to Stephan, and he is never to be wed.

“I told a lie.” It isn’t something I usually need to confess, I’m not even sure why I did it, needlessly covering up my actions to keep Stephan as far from figuring out my adulterous thoughts as possible, though he’d never suspect a tryst between the father and I. “I told Stephan I was going to the market on Wednesday, when I came to see you.” I let my eyes come up, flitting from my lap to his hands, clasped over his lap, up to his face, seeming a little pleased, adding to my unease, his feelings now out in the open, glad to be a subject of sin for me as well, I suppose. The others are being noisy, the church overly full today, the last session before Christmas, eager to be forgiven.

“Why did you lie?” I look back down, unwilling to look at him when I tell him, give him the satisfaction of reciprocated lustful feelings and actions.

“I didn’t want him to become suspicious.” He hums, ducking down a little to draw my eyes back up, looking at me pleasedly, not at all bashful in the way he should be, never the one to be shy, always so open, even now, after he’s told me about his self-pleasing to me.

“Suspicious?” He’s enjoying himself, too casual to be questioning me about what has become so glaringly obvious, backing me into a figurative corner and forcing it out of me, something he’s entirely too good at, receiving confession after confession and helping numerous work through their own minds.

“I have committed the sin of lust.” He’s looking at me, not that I can see, my eyes cast down at his hands, listening to the sounds of people mulling about outside, stretching out the quiet between us to steel myself for what I say next. “I’ve been having impure thoughts about you, father. Please forgive me.” He hums, one of his hands lifting up out of my view, this whole thing making me feel sick from guilt, adulterous behavior one of the few things I never thought would be something I’d have to speak to him about.

“Is that all?” I nod, finally looking at him, his eyes always on me, never showing me any less attention, offering up his services in maybe a little less selfless of a way than I used to suspect. “Then I assume it’s time to assign your penance…” He runs his hand down over his lap, his other in the space of the little window, gripped over the little ledge there, crossing over into my space, the hand on his lap drawing back up slowly, his eyes a little cloudy, dazed, almost. “I have to say… The lord will forgive you, no matter the sin, miss, you’re saved.” It seems almost like a suggestion, though maybe I’m just imagining it, hoping for something I really and truly shouldn’t, something the opposite of righteous, one of the most evil and depraved wants possible. “Perhaps… Indulgence is our solution.” He stares at me, unmoving, giving me the choice, offering something so enticing, so terrible in nature I’d be damned to accept, looking at me in such a bold way after uttering something so forward.

“Father… Are you suggesting..?” He’s touching me, running rough fingers over the side of my jaw, our faces close, closer now that he’s leaning toward the little window, all of him seeming larger, more masculine than I would usually find him, his comfort fading into a simmering nervousness as I wait on his reply.

“I’ve satisfied myself in your name countless times, miss, and not once has it settled the need, not even diminished it, only choked it down until I can’t keep it at bay any longer. I am a man of God, but with all my devotion you’re the one and only thing I’ve ever found myself helpless to resist.” My breathing’s gone uneven, his hands on my face and in his lap, stroking softly, both soothing me and indulging in his desire, a soldier of God, succumbing to the same earthly pleasures as me. “Our penance. Finding a way to dispel this need, holding ourselves accountable for time spent lost in the other, returning that time to our father, pleading his forgiveness for our frailties.” He’s leaning close, face nearly passing the frame of the window, eyes cast down at my lips, his parted and slick, all of him so very enticing, especially like this, so far gone he can’t even deny himself this, and neither can I, my lips flush with his the next second, sealing my fate, an adulterer and a sinner, depraved and dirty and lustful, all for him.

The kiss is nothing like what I’ve come to expect, separate from the necessary, rushed kisses of my husband, this kiss searing, sending a wave of heat over me, the passion of it making me faint, all the want I’ve been keeping quiet to myself passing between us, his hand slipping back and into my hair, keeping me close, our indiscretion between only us and God, a sin kept quiet, the act horrible, but so satisfying I have no reason to believe God would be against me indulging.

“Father…” We’re both breathing heavy, lost in the admittance and act of sin, his hair messier than I’ve ever seen it, his lips rosy and shiny with shared saliva. “The others are waiting…” He sighs, drawing me back in by his grip on my hair, speaking in his quiet, comforting way half an inch from my lips.

“And they will.” He gives me no time to offer a response, goes back to pressing warm, careful kisses to my lips, his pace a little faster, his breathing shaky as mine, the booth heating up from labored breaths, muggy and heavy with shared desire. “Lord… You’re… Truly breathtaking… A temptress… My own personal test…” He pulls back, letting go of me, standing himself up, face hidden behind the wood above the window, his waist a little below my eye level, his robes hanging heavy, a reminder of his promise to the lord, now broken. “I’ve failed our father… But I will not fail you… Sink to the floor, miss, show me your devotion to your penance.” I meet his command, slipping off the bench and onto my knees, a little unsure, not quite understanding why I’d be on the floor if he intends to take me. “I’ll tend to you shortly, miss, just- for now… I need a bit of preparation.” He shuffles his robes out of the way, exposing himself to me, his manhood larger than I thought possible, more than twice the size of my husband’s, and I wonder how it’ll fit, if it can. “Take me inside your mouth, miss. Close your perfect lips around me and let me feel what I've long awaited.” He’s holding onto himself, waiting for me to comply while running his hand up and down, his body revealed to me for the first time, unexpectedly muscular, legs and some of his midsection bare for my greedy eyes.

I close my lips over him, only the first inch, unsure what he wants me to do, his hand leaving its place to stroke across my jaw, back into my hair, gripping what slips between his fingers, his hand pulling me in, sliding himself inside my mouth, a small pleasured sound passing his lips sending an odd sensation through me, some sickly hot satisfaction. He’s leaning his free arm on the wood above me, his head downturned, his eyes hidden from my view by the wood of the booth, his mouth gaping in pleasure, his chest heaving beneath his robes, cross around his neck swinging as he moves against me, a reminder of our frailty, our unworthiness of God’s image.

“Ah- You’re… This feeling is… Lord forgive me… For I will sin again…” His teeth are gritted, his hand pulling me in a little closer, my throat tightening around him startling me, his pleasured noise deep and pleasant when I press my hands to his thighs to get a breath, sputtering embarrassingly, his hand smoothing my hair helping me calm back down. “Forgive me… I got carried away…” He’s ducked down to look at me, seeming perturbed, stroking at my hair, his cross drawing my eyes before I look back up at him, slipping my fingers up the underside of his manhood, watching him, his pleasured noise sending a searing shock down to my privates, my mouth closing back around him, moving on my own, humming when he allows it, just keeps his hand on the back of my head, guiding me, his head rested back on his forearm, my eyes on the lower half of his face, the portion I can see, his expression looking pained from the pleasure, teeth ground tight, jaw clenched with stress, my hand running over his exposed stomach making him flinch, his length twitching between my lips. “Wicked girl… You’re-hah- ruining me… Turned me into a damned-!” He pulls me back, my lips leaving him with an obscene amount of saliva, smeared over him and connecting him back to my lips, his hand slipping forward to tilt my head up toward him, his eyes back in my view, looking down at me, his thumb stroking the mess on my lips. "I won’t let this end until I’ve shown you all that a lover can be, miss. Surely this isn’t what you’ve sought after… I can offer you more… you need only relax and let me show you…” He wraps his fingers over my bicep, pulling me gently up until I stand before him, his hand pushing me gently back to seated on the little bench, his fingers finding my upper legs through layers of skirts, running slowly up, giving me an awful sense of yearning, the feeling pleasurably painful, sickening, his cross swinging at eye level while he's doubled over reminding me I should be ashamed to be satisfied in any way from something so heinous.

“Father, what’re you-” He drags me, fingers tight on my legs, pulling me until my hips rest on the six inches of wood separating my space and his, my upper body laid on the bench, propped on my elbows, only a couple inches lower than the window.

“You’ve bewitched me, truly… Made me insatiable… My lust for you is painful, forcing me to succumb to your allure time and time again… Now you’ll see what you’ve done to me, feel the craving- the need I have for you, firsthand…” He sinks to his knees, keeping his eyes on my face, my elbows digging into the wood a little uncomfortable, but the look in his eyes keeps me from breaking my gaze from his, watching him as he pushes up on my skirts, leaving them pooled at my waist, my undergarments unobscured, his hand making its way back down to grip to my ankle, his skin scalding hot against me, lifting until my leg is in line with his lips, his head turned to the side to press his lips to my inner ankle, his gaze on me as he trails his way up, leaving saliva along his path up the inside of my leg, the whole display more pleasurable than probably anything I’ve ever experienced. “I know how to please you… I’ll be sure to satisfy your ungodly desires… Leave you so perfectly complacent you’ll never let anyone else bed you…” He finishes his kissing, pausing with his lips pressed to my lower thigh, easing my foot down on the bench just behind him, my knee bent, his hand moving to my other ankle, easing it up to repeat the process, drawing it out, kissing unbearably slow, looking at me in a lustful, entirely sinful way.

“Father? It’s… There are people outside… Shouldn’t we… Hurry this along?” He smiles, eyes creasing in such a beautiful way, his hand guiding my foot to rest on his other side, his head between them, shoulders just below my knees.

“Impatient woman… Confess it.” He lets his hands slide up the outsides of my legs, fingers pausing on the waist of my undergarments, his eyes peering at me, intense and masculine, commanding in his calm, even-toned way. I’m having trouble keeping my breathing even, the anticipation of his promise hanging heavy, blanketing the cramped space, the people milling about outside the booth making me wary to be caught.

“I have committed the sin of impatience. I don’t want to wait, forgive me.” He smiles, pulling down, exposing me to him, pulling my legs back one after the other to rid me of the pesky clothing, his eyes cast down once he’s finished, his expression clouded and lustful, his chest heaving, eyes a little low as he takes me in, bare before him, willing and ready to commit a cardinal sin for him.

“You’re forgiven… Now I must confess…” He leans forward, hands sliding up the back of my thighs before gripping to my skin, both of us clammed up from the suffocating heat of the space, his warm breath against me making me shiver. “I have committed the sin of envy… Stephan is the luckiest man in history… To have a woman as phenomenal as you… I’m truly envious, in utter disbelief he has not a clue how incredibly beautiful you look when you enjoy yourself…” He presses a finger against me, startling me, all of this foreign, his thumb trailing up wetness that usually comes much later, once Stephan is nearly done, his slippery finger pressing a couple inches above my entrance making me flinch, the feeling shocking, pleasant in a tight, unexpected fashion. “Ah… Perfection… I wasn’t sure… But that monk really did figure out the secrets of women…” I have no idea what he’s speaking about, all I know is this pleasure is foreign, tight and nearly too much, his thumb rubbing softly up and down as he watches me, seeming pleased to confirm I can feel in this way. “I was told a woman can achieve the same type of euphoria as men… I hope I’m well-equipped enough to give you at least one climax… I’ll try my best, miss, in God’s name.” I’m trembling, the feeling building into something far more than what it began, a sickening tension, my muscles wound tight, teeth gnashed and head leaned back onto the wall, his thumb pulling away releasing the tension building, his look amused.

“What’s… Why..?” He laughs, fanning hot air against me, his lips pressing to the place his thumb just left, his smile widening when I gasp and squirm, bag hands on my thighs holding me still as he uses his tongue, letting out a soft pleasured noise at the flavor, or the action, I’m not entirely sure.

“Forgive me… I couldn’t go without a taste… My god… You’re the most divine thing I’ve ever laid eyes on… the most raw and formidable temptation I’ve ever had the pleasure of letting ruin me…” He’s rubbing me again, pressure more firm than before, sure of himself, the satisfying tension coming back quicker than before, my eyes on him, the sight of him with my wetness smeared over his skin drawing a pleasured noise from deep in my chest, my breathing more frantic than I can ever remember, my legs trembling lightly from his ministrations, his gaze holding mine, his skin a rosy pink, lips flushed red. “You are my ultimate desire… An itch that has been gnawing, working away at me… Tearing me away from the lord… luring me into a pleasant trap…” I’m barely registering his low words, drawled with his cheek pressed to my skin, the tight pleasure clouding my mind, blanketing me in the feeling. “You’re nearly there… So beautiful… Keep your eyes on me… Face what you’ve done… Given into lust… Taken me down your depraved path as well… Don’t fret, your sins are forgiven… So get on with it, show me how blasphemous you are… deriving pleasure from being bedded, let this be for your pleasure and that alone… There, that’s it, you’re doing so well, trembling so beautifully, making those sweet sounds for me…” The feeling peaks, my body convulsing, drawing in on itself, the pleasure hot and tight, all of me clenched tight, his fingers pausing, my eyes barely open to heed his order, looking into his eyes, his expression pleased and lax. “I could never receive enough of this… Watching you come undone before me, my actions giving you this much pleasure…” I feel droopy when I come down, slumped on the bench, legs lax and open around his head, his expression entirely pleased, glad. “Let me inside.” He pulls me, and I let him, stood up in front of him after a few seconds, waiting on him to sink inside, my skirts and his robes making it seem nearly impossible, but he doesn’t make any move to bury himself inside, only meets my lips in a searing kiss, his body flush against mine, pressing me into the wall of the booth, my body feeling overly hot, both of us sweating, his face shiny with perspiration and my mess he’s neglected to wipe away.

“Father… Please… I’ve already confessed my impatience.” He laughs, low and sinful, the softened pleasure coming back, my body ready for him, likely more ready than ever before. He pulls up on my skirts, though they’re getting in the way, bunched up to my waist when he gives me a look, pressing my hand overtop my lower abdomen to hold them up, his hand gripping his manhood, pressing toward my entrance, rubbing lightly at that pleasurable spot, my low pleased noise muffled in the chest of his robe, his cross pressed cold to my overheating cheek.

“I wouldn’t like to hurt you… express any discomfort, miss, I’ll move slowly…” He pushes, pressing slowly inside, the feeling a little like the sting of antiseptic, his length and girth well over what I’m used to, but not painful, the wetness he caused allowing him to slip inside without incident, pressing tight inside, the full feeling filling some carnal, animalistic desire. “I’ll spill it outside… I won’t desecrate you too harshly…” He pulls back, pressing back inside equally slow, his hand sliding down to clasp around the inner side of my knee, drawing it up to parallel with my hip, his eyes on mine as he moves, slow, passionate and careful in a perfectly unexplainable way, the pleasing feeling of his eyes on mine prompting me to let my head lean back onto the wood, gazing up at him in a way that is surely embarrassingly wanton, but he doesn’t mind, just tucks his chin, gazing down at the place we’re connected, brows drawing together as a low rumble rips through his chest. “Is this… Are you in-hah- pain?” I shake my head, holding up my skirts a little higher, my other hand trapped between my chest and his stomach, gripped tight to his robes. “Confess… Bare your sins to the-ah lord-!” He speeds up his movement, the sound of skin hitting skin tearing pleased noises out of the both of us, his grip going a little tighter on my knee, his eyes holding mine captive, staring at me in an obscene fashion, pained and pleasured and anguished and adoring all at once.

“I-ah- I’m committing the-hah- the sin of-! Adultery-! I-hnn- I couldn’t resist the- the father… Please-ah- please forgive-! Me-!” Speaking isn’t all that easy, his manhood hitting the deepest parts of me, only a little painful, mostly pleasing, his thumb moving back to that spot making me keen, my face pressed to his chest until it passes, his movement gaining a steady, quick rhythm, his thumb moving in time with his hips, his breathing labored and shaky.

“Forgive us-Nnh- for we have sinned… Miss-ah-! I will now-hah- close the-Hnn-!” He ducks his head down, face pressed to the crook of my neck, his body shaking against me, mine against him, all of us ruined, torn apart from the need burning inside, a desire satiated only by action. “God the- the father of mercies-hah- Through-Nnh-! The death and resurrection of his son-ah- son-! As recon-hah-ciled by the-hnn- the uh-Nnh-!” He’s losing himself, and his teachings, mind too full of lust to recall his closing prayer, his hips pressing to mine in an almost animalistic fashion, rutting with the force of a needy dog, his head pulled back to look at me, his expression sinfully beautiful, all of him wet with sweat, red, his eyes low, held open by his need to see himself ruin me, make me into something just as terribly and fully depraved as him. “You really are-hah- the perfect temptation-nnh- In a world full of sinners we’re-ngh- only two of millions… If this costs me my spot in heaven so- so be it, this is my own-Nnh-! personal heaven, buried inside and gazing into your eyes-!…” He’s panting, and so am I, both of us near the inevitable high, shaking and releasing low noises into the space between us, our gazes locked, the eye contact offering a passion and sickening tension, spurring me closer, his thumb moving with harsh pressure, sending me near insanity, his quick thrusts driving me up the wall, his low words rushed and raspy, groaned out and whiny, nearly sounding pleading, his expression gone fearful, distraught at his own pleasure. “The world to- himself and sent the- the-nnh-!” He leans his head back, eyes closing and a loud groan ripping out of him, the sight drawing a decidedly needy noise out of me, my eyes trailing down to his cross, just in front of my face, bouncing agonist his chest, condemning me, my transgression seen and judged by God. “Damnit-! Sent to us- for the-ah- forgiveness ‘f sins-! Through the minis-ah- may god give-nnh-! May god give us pardon- yes-ah- and peace-nnh- I-ah-ab-oh- absolve-!” He slows down, both of us coming down from the near climax, his eyes coming back to me, forehead pressed to mine, his hips working in more of and arc like motion, the feeling of him dragging inside tearing an overly wanton sound from me, his eyes watching me as he draws this out, keeps us both teetering, giving himself a moment to finish his broken prayer. “I absolve you of your-ah- sins, and myself of- of mine…” He takes a few more seconds, pressing inside slowly, keeping his eyes on mine, bright blue shadowed by his hair, messy and sweaty, before he speeds back up, sinking inside over and over again at a pace that seems inhuman, his body impossibly tight to mine, the feeling of nearness coming back, my release denied now back to ruin me, leave evidence of my sin. “In the-ah- name of the- the father-! And of-hah- the-nnh- son and the-! The-ah- holy-hnn-! Spirit!” I’m squeezing him, my body almost uncontrollable when I clench and shake from pleasure, head tilted back and my eyes on his as he pulls out, leaving me empty, his seed spilled over the front of my thigh, trails dripping and soaking my skin, his release enticingly sensual to watch, a raw kind of experience, my mind hazy and full of him, watching him until he’s done, my leg returned to standing, his hands gently smoothing my skirt over both our messes. “Amen.”

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“You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?” He’s standing in the doorway, halfway inside the door, a little nervous for his one month evaluation, though he really has no reason to be, he’s one of the most promising officers Irons has ever recruited, save for how unsure he is, but that’ll pass with time, and his nervousness is pretty cute, I have to admit.

“Yeah, come in, sit down.” I motion him to the chair in front of my desk, letting him seat himself before making my way around, leaning into it, stood about a foot in front of him, watching him, his nervousness only getting worse, his hands fidgeting in his lap, eyes cast down. “You can relax, Kennedy. What, you think I bite?” He shakes his head, seeming a little scared to offend, letting his eyes meet mine, pretty blue looking up at me, his brows drawn a little together, curious. “You’ve done great this past month, really, more than met your quota, solved cases the major couldn’t wrap his big ass head around.” He looks soft, pleased at the praise, his body relaxing a little, gaze flitting down, coming back up and quickly leaving my face when he realizes he’s been caught. He’s obvious, even if he tries his best not to be, made so easily nervous, trying his absolute damndest to please me, bringing an extra coffee in the mornings under the guise of being given a free cup by a friendly barista.

“Well, thank you, lieu-”

“I wasn’t done.” He curls in on himself, only a little, makes himself look so small, when really he’s way bigger than me, tall and broad and strong, but meek, insanely respectful of me, if only because I’m his boss. “You’ve had a positive influence on the station, all the guys love you, and I appreciate you getting them out to the dinner last week, god knows they wouldn’t take me serious.” I huff a laugh, and he frowns, doesn’t like the other officer’s lack of respect for their higher up, I suppose. “Anyways, you’re a good cop, and I’m supposed to give you something to work on, so I guess I just want you more comfortable, don’t second guess yourself, it’ll ruin you, okay?” He nods, wringing his hands in his lap, staring at me, blushing a little, head hanging so he can get a little solace behind his bangs.

“Okay. I’ll try.” He’s scratching at his cheek, waiting on me to dismiss him or keep talking, but I don’t, at least not yet, just let him sit there and stew, sure the anxious feeling is at least a little enjoyable for him, if the hazy look in his eyes has anything to do with it. “You think I can get a bonus, since I’ve been so good?” A joke, not a very good one, but it’s something, a little more comfortable than usual, my rank making him wary to say the wrong thing to me, often opting to keep his mouth shut. I smile, sitting myself up on my desk, catching his eyes dipping, my lips pulling a little wider as I cross my legs, loving his blush, his nervous squirming, his carefree attitude dropped the second he’s in my presence, his attention fully on me.

“What kinda bonus are you hoping for?” It’s more suggestive than I meant it, I really shouldn’t be considering it, doing anything more than being a good coworker, but he wants it so bad, follows me around like a puppy, helping me in ways he isn’t all that qualified to half the time, but I let him, enjoying his company, his soft demeanor, friendly. He’s freaking out, shifting uncomfortably in his chair, pulling at the leg of his uniform, eyes wide blush spreading almost up to his ears.

“Just- Well- I mean-” He cuts himself off with a displeased noise, his gaze dropping to his lap, hands clasped over his crotch, something I’ve noticed him doing a couple times, when I get close or when he misconstrues my words into something more forward than what I intended. I stand up, walking the couple steps to stand in front of him, letting my arms cross, his eyes flitting up, pausing at my chest before meeting mine, his expression a little sickly, anxious to be caught with his little crush. “Lieutenant? What are you..?” I smile, leaning down and pressing my hands into the arms of his chair, his body rigid with tension, never having had me this close before, in such a powerful position, at that.

“You’re might be a helluva cop, Kennedy, but you’re a shit actor.” He swallows, looking pained, unsure, his hands smoothing over his thighs, his breathing a little heavy, embarrassed and anticipatory.

“I uh- Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to- Just… Um… You’re… I like you…” He won’t look at me, doesn’t wanna know my reaction, is afraid of being disrespectful, that or being shot down by someone he has to see every day, lucky for him I’m quite a fan of a shy guy, especially one as big as him, his personality offering some delicious contrast to his build. “I-Can I go?” He peeks up at me, scared, brows drawn low and together, blond hair messy over his eyes, my easy smile catching him off guard, his jaw clenching as he waits on my response, patient, something he usually isn’t, likes excitement, detests waiting around when there’s something else he could be doing.

“You can…” He looks at me, still caged in his chair, seeming a little confused, mostly embarrassed, his skin looking sickly hot, red up over his ears and down his neck. “... Or you can lock that door.” I take a step back, leaning on my desk, watching him, the decision clear on his face, eyes cast down at his hands, wringing in his lap, his shoe scraping side to side, scuffing up clean tile with his nervousness.

“Lieutenant… Are you… You want to…?” I hum, tilting my head and looking at him with a soft smile, my own nervousness at being so forward diminished by his obvious stress, and the fact I know he wants it just as bad as me. His lips part, his breath shaky as he pushes up out of his chair, looking at me, trying to be sure I’m truthful, my light smile convincing him, quick steps bringing him to the door, the lock turned, a few seconds going by before he turns back toward me, erection straining his pants, face flushed beyond belief, his chin tucked a little, trying and failing to hide from me.

“You gonna come back over here?” He nods, feverish, coming to stand in front of me, looking down at my feet, chin tilted down in quiet submission. “You can’t tell anyone, yeah? Can’t have someone finding out I’m having sex with a rookie, sorry.” He nods, still not meeting my eyes, my finger pressing to the underside of his jaw forcing his gaze up, pretty blue staring at me, blush flaming on his skin, chest heaving with excited breaths, all of him tense, his expression gooey and scared at the same time.

“I won’t tell.” I smile, running my hand back to grip lightly on his hair, his eyes fluttering making my smile blow wider, his breath going a little quicker, hot puffs of air hitting my forehead through parted lips. He’s waiting, letting me do what I want, itching to touch me but refusing to do it without express permission, not wanting to ruin it, I suppose, the dynamic we have going.

“Good. Don’t think this means you’ll be getting any special treatment…” This is bad of me, but I don’t really have it in me to care, I’ve never had someone want me this bad, staring at me all needy and flushed, shaking at the thought of getting their hands on me.

“No, course not… Just- That’s not- I don’t-” He groans, shaking his head with his eyes closed, letting out a little exasperated laugh at his own words, looking bashful when I pull on his hair to get his eyes back on me.

“Relax, okay? I was just joking…” I press up onto my tiptoes, tentative, watching his reaction, his lips parted, eyes cast down at my mouth. “Gonna need you to meet me halfway… You’re too damn tall.” He laughs, the sound stopping a little suddenly when I pull him down toward me, his eyes fluttering closed as I guide his lips to mine, his low gasp making me smile into our kiss, which is terribly gentle, slow, his hands balled at his sides, mine on the sides of his jaw, holding onto him with light pressure, my pinkie on his pulse, which is thrumming quick, nervous and excited and glad all at once, his shaky breathing something I’m not used to, but for some reason am a big fan of. I let my hands trail down, over his chest, his abs tensing under my fingertips as I slide them further down, grabbing onto his belt and pulling him a little closer, not liking the safe distance he’s keeping, his body now pressed to mine, the action forcing a light pleased noise out of him. He’s getting needy quickly, pressing his lips to mine a little harder, pace speeding up, his hands still firm at his sides, waiting for permission, assumedly. “You can touch, if you want.” He swallows, pulling back a little to look at me, his lips slick with spit, his breathing ragged and uneven.

“My god… You’re so pretty…” He seems dazed, big hands moving to splay over my hips, eyes cast down at the contact, his lips parted, thumbs fanning lightly over the bottom of my shirt. “Can’t believe this… I- You’re- Fuck-!” He gives up on talking, ducking his head back down toward mine, leaving an inch of space for me to close, his light moan making me fuzzy, enjoying the heat of him pressing into me, big and soft and willing, his sensitivity and enthusiasm driving me up a wall, something I’ve never had, someone entirely swept up in the moment, in me. I pull at his shirt, getting it untucked, one hand drifting back up and into his hair, the other slipping up under his shirt, his body shuddering at the light touch on his abs. “Ah- you… You’re-hah- so… Good at this… So soft… This is embarrassing… ‘m fuckin’ shaking…” I hum against his lips, pulling gently at his hair, relishing his whiny groan, giving him a pleased noise when his hand sneaks around to palm at my ass. “Your body… ‘s heaven… I swear… Never seen anybody… Pretty as you…” I pull him back by his hair, getting a look at his face, eyes hazy and low, brows pulled together, lips covered in our shared spit, all of him flushed, needy, impatient.

“You’re talkative, huh?” He huffs, looking off to the side, embarrassed. “I don’t mind… Just, what d’you want..?” I tilt my head, and he meets my eyes, looking soft, admiring, gazing into my face, lacking his usual intensity, the calculativeness replaced with something gooey and warm. He doesn’t say anything, looking choked up from having to say it, so I decide to help him out, giving him a prompt, hoping it’s one he’ll enjoy. “Wanna let me make you feel good?” He whines, his body jerking, his head dropping down to rest on my shoulder, hands squeezing my hip and ass.

“Shit… Yes, please…” He’s breathless, not putting up any fight when I make him trade me spots, pushing at his back until he’s leaned over my desk, rested down on his forearms, looking so damn meek, looking back at me questioningly over his shoulder, his expression the same needy, hazy one as before, only a little inquisitive, unsure what I plan to do. I lean my hand on the wood beside his hip, staring into his face as I slide my hand up his back, easing his shirt up to expose a few inches of skin, trailing back down around his waist, keeping it slow, his skin warm beneath my palm, a little clammy, his body going stiff when I slide my fingertips over his erection, his head lolling forward as he lets out a low moan, his upper body heaving with heavy breaths. “God… Lieutenant… Feels-hah- good…” I smile, palming him gently, loving the needy noises and harsh breathing I’m drawing out of him, his arms trembling beneath him, his voice a little watery, nearly drooling from just this, so worked up he’d probably bust in his pants if I kept this up very long.

“Yeah? Good… You’re so sensitive… So hot, rookie.” He moans, enjoying the compliment, or the title, I’m not sure, but it doesn’t matter much, not when he’s trembling, whining and twitching, all from my hand on him through layers of clothing. “Want me to get these off…?”

“Nnh- Yes-Yeah, please, wanna-hah- feel you-Hnn-! For real-” He’s nearly panting, letting out a low pleased noise when I trail my hand up, getting his pants undone quicker than I planned, his neediness rubbing off on me, something like that. I pull down, leaving his pants and underwear pooled at his knees, running my hand back up the side of his leg, humming pleasedly when the muscles tremble beneath my fingers. “Fuck, please hurry… Hnn- tickling me…” I huff amusedly, letting my hand slide along his hip, across his pelvic bone, nearly touching him, but refraining, wanting to see how much it takes to get him begging, apparently not much, since he’s already this far gone, shaking and whining for my hand. “Ah-Lieutenant, please-nnh-! Stop-hah- stop teasing, can’t fuckin’-hnn-! Can’t take it- Fuck-!” I wrap my hand around him, giving him a little squeeze, loving his whiny moan, the muscles of his back going ridid, arching, his ass brushing my thighs making me huff out a laugh.

“Sorry, you just sound so pretty when you ask for it…” He likes that, moans and squirms, getting a little loud, but I don’t mind, the sound proofing on my office is pretty good, keeps out whatever noise the rest of the station is making, so I assume it’ll quiet the noisiness of the rookie bent over my desk. I’m not stroking very fast, but he’s still loving it, shaking and moaning, giving me the satisfaction of ruining someone so big, strong, someone usually so self-assured, giving up control to me, and coming apart so easily for what I give.

“Hnn- Lieu-fuck-! Gonna-hah- Gonna cum soon-nnh, feels too good, you’re so-guh-! Good at that-! love-ah- love-shit, shit-! Hnn, hnn, hnn-!” I release him, giving him a soft smile when he looks at me, entirely fucked out, drool smeared down his chin, eyes teary and low, teeth gnashed as he comes down from his near orgasm, looking put off, tricked, in a way, which I guess he was, but I’m not done just yet, haven’t seen nearly enough of how needy he is, drooling and whining and speaking in his high, keening type of way. “Why-? Please, lieutenant, let me…” He trails off, swallowing as I sink to my knees, a little lower than his eye level, pushing against the inside of his leg to give me some room, reaching around the inside of his thigh to grip the front, thick muscle hot under my hand, his eyes peering at me as I dip down, skimming my lips up the side of his thigh, watching him, letting him shake from the tentativeness, drawing out the pause so he doesn’t cum too quick. “Shit, you’re so fucking pretty… Staring at me… Feels so damn good… Love looking at you… Watching- shit-!” I catch him by surprise, a gutural groan ripping out of him when I wrap my hand back around him, back curving and his head hanging, my hand between his thighs, jerking him with soft pressure, kissing at the back of his thigh, his skin clammy, spit slicking it as I move along. “God-ah- damn… making me so-hah- I’m-nnh-!” He’s nearly there again, already, letting out a string of soft whimpers, sounding tearful, legs trembling against my hand and lips, his dick pulsing against my palm.

“You’re being so loud… Look so good from down here… gonna cum, rookie?” He whimpers, insanely pathetic, his breathing turning into pleasured nosies, huffed out and hurried, his voice high and needy, choked, his body tight with pleasure, back arched, head hanging.

“Shit-! Yes, yes-fuck-! Gonna-ah-Guh-!” He pauses, letting out a long, low groan, gasping and going back to whiny noises when I kiss the back of his hip, speeding my hand up to give him the relief he’s been waiting so patiently for. “Oh god- Fuck- Gonna cum-Nnh! Make a-ah- mess, feels so damn-hnn- Good-! Shit, cumming-ngh- cumming- please, fuck-Nnh- Fuck-!” His whole body curls up, twitching, his moan low and guttural, dick pulsing and emptying all over the side of my desk and my hand, making good on his promise to make a mess.

“There you go… Doing so good, rookie, so good for me…” He moans, slumping down over his arms, heaving a massive sigh when I release him, finished working him down, the only contact I keep a hand rubbing soothingly up and down the side of his thigh, trying my best to calm him back down. “Good?” He sits up, looking embarrassed to turn and look at me now that he’s not sex-adled and hazy, propped up on his hands, bent over my desk in such an obscene position, his cum splattered all over my desk.

“Yeah…Can I… Can I have a turn?” My lips pull up, and I watch him stand, turning toward me, not bothering with his pants, looking down at me with half-dried drool smearing his chin, seeming almost more excited than he was to get off himself. “Please..? Wanna taste you… Make you feel good.” He cards a hand through my hair, looking down at me, tugging gently to get me to rise from the floor, guiding me gently to rest on the desk, leaned into his mess, but I don’t mind, busy looking up at him, loving the look on his face, so eager to please, looking almost feverish, . “I’ll be good… Promise… Just- Let me show you…” I lean back on my hands, a suggestive smile pulling at my lips, his hands sliding up the length of my pants from my knees, one gripping the front of my thigh, the other drifting higher, pushing up at my shirt. “Could do this all day… Look at you… so fucking pretty…” He leans in, kissing my softly, groaning against my lips, not even noticing me reaching over behind me, fingers meeting cool metal, dragging it toward me, his hands gathered behind his back before he can react, cuffs snug on his wrists, his shuddering breath letting me know his submissive act does in fact extend to being bound. “Lieutenant..? You… How am I gonna..?” I smile, only a little, watching him sink to his knees in front of me, face in line with my stomach, low, pleased eyes staring up at me. “Fuck, this is so hot…” I lean back onto my hands, giving him and myself a good view, his lips trailing over the fabric covering my ribs, his arms squirming around behind him, missing his mobility, enjoying the cuffs digging into his wrist, his pleased sigh warm through my clothing.

“You like this? Not being able to move… Stuck until I’m done with you…” He groans, sitting back on his heels and shuffling forward, biting and pulling at the button of my pants, struggling, my low laugh earning me a pleading look I can’t resist, one hand moving to stroke his hair, the other working my pants for him, easing them down my hips slow, his eyes flitting down from my face to watch, seeming dazed, excited.

“Fuck… Love it… Driving me crazy…” He presses his face into my panties, nosing my leg a little wider to he can nestle between my thighs, breathing me in, letting his eyes flutter closed, his moan overly wanton, making me flinch from the vibration, his hands wringing behind his back, wanting to touch, kept from doing so by his binds. “Take these off, please, let me make you feel good…” I listen, unable to deny him, not when he looks at me like he is, pleading, shoulders heaving, expression almost worried. I don’t get them all the way off, don’t get the chance, his face pressed back into me before I can get them past my knees, his tongue pressing to slick and trailing it up, lapping at my clit, moaning loudly at the taste, his eyes closed softly, blissful, enjoying himself. He doesn’t do any teasing, goes right to work, giving satisfying pressure, moaning and whining into me, licking and sucking at my clit.

“You’re good at that, huh?” He groans, opening his eyes to look up at me, sucking harshly at my clit and making me shake, humming happily when I do, glad to be doing a good job, returning the pleasure I gave him. “Feels good… You look good, rookie, all messy for me…” I pet his hair, pushing his bangs back out of his face, keeping eye contact he seems to like, watching him squirm around below me, surely turned on again with how needy he’s acting. He’s working me up nicely, considering he only has his mouth at his disposal, switching between quick flicks of his tongue and sucking at me, moaning at any reaction, releasing a guttural groan when a particularly rough suck makes my head loll back, hands pulling at his hair, my legs starting to shake.

“Nnh-! Yes… Shit, you’re… gonna cum… Please… Fuck-Please-Plea-” He cuts himself off with a choked noise, teeth gnashed as he leans his head back, relishing the feeling of my boot sliding along the underside of his dick, teasing him, cool leather against his hot flesh probably nearly painful, especially after his orgasm. “Nnh- hey-! Let me-ah- focus, let-hah- please stop, fuck, please-!” I don’t, just keep sliding the toe of my boot along his length, offering him a pleased hum when he buries his face back into me, letting out a whiny moan against my wetness, working his tongue feverishly, trying his best to finish me off so I’ll stop torturing him.

“Think you can cum like this…? Ruin my shoe like you ruined my- desk… So dirty… Whining like that, letting me- fuck you with my boot…” I’m close, his steady rhythm bringing me closer, his needy noises speeding the process along, my legs trembling around his face, the slurping noises he’s making obscenely good. “Shit- Almost there, Kennedy. You’re-ah- you’re doing so good, gonna cum.” He moans, frantic, moving his face against me, pressed so close he’s smeared with slick, made a mess all over himself, his eyes squeezed shut, hands pulling roughly on his cuffs. “You want that? Yeah? Fuck, you’re so-hah- hot-!” I grip tight to his hair, clenching around him, his face buried into my slick, his whiny moans drawing out my orgasm, his hips grinding himself into my boot when I pause, seeking some relief from the erection I caused. He waits until I still to pull back, gazing up at me, eyes barely open, the bottom half of his face shining with slick, his tongue coming out to clean up some of the mess.

“Shit… Let me do it again.” He moves to dive back in, held back by my grip on his hair, his brows furrowing slowly, eyes peering up at me inquisitively. “Why..?” I smile, pulling him up, huffing a short laugh when he stumbles into me, thrown off balance by his bound hands, his dick caught between our bodies, the tight sensation making him groan. “Can you… Take these off?” He pulls at his cuffs, and I shake my head, smiling at his cute frown, turning us around, and he lets me, watching me as I push him back, leaning him on my desk, looking at him, dazed, brought back into it after thinking we were done.

“Did you wanna… Get off again?” He gulps, nodding, still so damn red, messier, hair out of place and slick all over his face. “You wanna cum inside?” He whines, closing his eyes for a moment, his dick jumping making me huff out a laugh.

“God, yes, please, wanna be inside so damn bad.” He’s squirming, chewing at his lip anxiously, at eye level leaned back, broad shoulders heaving with uneven breathing. I prop a foot up on my desk, beside his hip, his shuddering breath making me smile, hand wrapping around his dick, watching him as I angle it toward me, getting ready to sink him inside, give both of us what we’ve been wanting. “Wait, uh, no condom?” I pause, looking at him, glad he cares, though it’s not necessary.

“I’m on birth control… I don’t mind, unless you have STD’s going on.” He shakes his head, looking disturbed at the thought, eyes cast down at his dick, an inch from my hole.

“I don’t… I just meant- As long as you’re fine with it.” I smile, letting him watch me press my hips forward, sinking him slowly inside, a little too big, the last half an inch or so not fitting, his head snug against my cervix, a little painful jolt going through me when it makes contact, his low groan incredibly sexy when he bottoms out. “Goddamn… You’re-ah- tight-! Feels so good… Hey, how am I gonna-hnn… Need my hands so I can make you cum.” I kiss him, ignoring his request, not that upset at the thought of not getting off a second time, satisfied with him buried deep inside, my hips pulling back making us both moan softly into each other’s mouths. It’s messy, rushed, my own slick smearing from his face to mine, out kisses needy and wet, open-mouthed and feverish. “Let me- Please-ah- wanna-Shit… Wanna make you-nnh-!” I would let him free, but the key isn’t within reach, and the thought of losing the fullness I’m getting moving against him seems not so good, so I don’t, just keep working my hips into him, moaning into him and kissing down his throat, my standing leg getting a little tired, a hand on my desk offering a little stability.

“ ‘s fine, Kennedy. Just- God, keep making pretty noises for me, yeah?” He moans, head leaning back before coming up, nudging me out of my spot at his neck, his hips shifting, standing up, pulling out of me with a low moan.

“You’re shaking.” I look at him, not sure why he felt that need to stop me to say that, but he nudges my boot off the wood with his elbow, leaving me stood in front of him, pants down over my hips, looking up at him questioningly. “Trade me spots, let me do it.” I listen, giving him one of the few things he’s asked for, trading him spots, looking up at him as he presses into me, grinding himself against my clit and watching me, whining in his needy, gruff way. “Gonna need your help… Help me… Please, help me get inside…” I hum, reaching down to press him to my entrance, gasping when he sinks himself inside, not taking it slow, eager to fill me up, staring at me for my reaction, his low moan rough, choked almost. “Shit… You’re so damn-hah- tight… Gonna make you feel good, I’ll make you finish, promise…” He angles his hips, pressing up at he pulls out, giving me sweet friction, the feeling more intense than usual, pleasurable when it usually isn’t, the full feeling mixing with the drag of him, both good, drawing a low moan out of me. “Feels good? You’re so-hah- fucking pretty… So damn-ah- perfect…” He moves slow, keeps eye contact and thrusts into me, grinding up with each thrust, an odd feeling pulling at my gut, mostly unfamiliar, but good, pleasing in a softer way than the usual pleasure I get out of sex.

“Yeah, feels- good… You’re doing so good, being such a good-hnn- officer…” He moans, letting his hips move a little faster, nudging at my cervix and hurting me, only a little, the pleasure e’s offering enough for it to not bother me.

“Fuck- wanna make you-nnh-! Make you cum… Feel good- squeeze my-ah- dick-!” He’s got his face tucked down in my neck, not minding my nails digging into his bicep, one of my legs hooked over his hip to give him a little more mobility, his breathing turning into a string of whimpers when he’s able to press a little deeper, being a little rougher. “Can you-shit-! Help me, please, want you to cum so-nnh- fucking bad! Please, help me-! Shit!” I give in, letting my hand slide down his arm, rubbing circles into my clit in time with needy thrusts, his noises going higher, whinier, barely keeping it together, drool trailing from his mouth down my neck, over my collar bones, his teeth gnashed against me, trying his best to keep himself under control as he works us both up. “Ah- oh god, you’re-hnngh-! Squeezing too-hah- too tight! Gonna cum, need you to cum-ngh- with me, please, please lieutenant, want you to-fuck- feel good, cum all over my dick-!” He’s breathless, whiny and desperate, pleading words rasped into my throat, my orgasm so close, my finger sending me toward it, his words and needy thrusts sending me over the edge, insides clamping down on him ripping a choked sob out of him, his hips moving frantically, strangled words sobbed into my throat as I squeeze around him. “Yes, god- fuck, you-Nnh! Shit, Lieutenant, gonna cum, cum inside your- oh god- cumming, shit, fuckin’ shit-!” He works himself through it, working into my tender insides, my pleasure fading, hands stroking at his hair, easing him back down, tears and spit soaking the skin of my throat when he pulls back to look at me, eyes red and wet, all of him messy, shaking, spent and fucked out. “Goddamn… Never came that hard before…” He kisses me, soft and sweet, lingering on my lips when he pulls back, easing my leg of his hip, pulling his softening dick out of me, both of us letting out soft pleasured noises at the drag.

“I’m glad to have been satisfactory.” I smile, leaning back to reach over my desk, retrieving the key to my cuffs, sitting back up and reaching around him, looking up at him, his expression so extremely soft, gazing down at me, enamored.

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“Hey, get your ass back here!” I’m being petty, but he deserves it, thought it’d be a good idea to scream in my face over something mostly insignificant, a plan gone haywire, something we’re both well acquainted with, only this was a much closer call than usual. “Quit fuckin’ walking away from me!” He's yelling, hand gripping tight to my arm, wrestling my knife away from me and shoving me against a dirty wall, forearm pressing a little too harshly on my throat, my most evil glare returned by my not so happy partner.

“I got us out, okay? Now get the fuck-!”

“You almost got yourself killed! What, that tired of me you’re gonna kill yourself?” He cocks his head at me, pissed, his body pressed tight to mine, my hands held above my head by rough fingers, not giving me any opportunity to squirm my way out of his hold.

“Didn’t look like you had a plan! Quit acting like you give a shit, you would’ve been fine either way!” We’ve been fighting a lot the past few weeks, being more violent with each other than usual, the mission we’re currently on entirely too drawn out, an almost impossible task leaving us tense and at each other’s throats, for him literally. He narrows his eyes, and he would be terrifying if I hadn’t known him so damn long, if I wasn’t used to the way he treats me by now.

“You think I don’t give a shit?! Fine, I’ll stop saving your ass then, fuckin’ bitch!” I scoff, and he doesn’t like it, letting out a displeased noise and pressing his arm harder against my throat when I try to get away, make myself less vulnerable to him, put some space between us so this doesn’t escalate any further. “Keep tellin’ myself you’re good for more than a fuck, but you keep proving me wrong every goddamn time.” That one hurt, and he knows it, was trying to hurt my feelings, not that it’s true, even if our relationship is complicated, we’re the only people we’ve got, stuck with each other until we really do end up dead.

“Well at least I’m good for that, can’t say the same about you.” He doesn’t give me the satisfaction of surprise, instead his lips pull up into what would be a menacing smile, if his dramatics really did have an effect on me. He brings his face closer, huffing a bemused laugh when I turn my head to the side, refusing him the eye contact he likes so much, his lips instead moving to rasp low, rough words against my ear, his fingers squeezing tight around my wrists.

“Yeah? Sure, we both know you’re a dirty slut for it, love my dick so much you’d probably let me fuck you right now…” I squirm, trying and failing to escape him, knowing he won’t do anything I truly don’t want, but not wanting to succumb to his trick, give him the satisfaction of giving in. “I know you too damn well, you can’t hide shit from me, you fuckin’ love it when I get like this, squeeze me so tight when I fuck you rough.” He pulls back, letting his arm against my throat drift so he can grip my jaw, forcing my face toward him, my eyes cast down, ignoring what we both know is the truth. “What? Can’t look at me now that your slutty little secret’s in the open? Why don’t you let me calm the both of us down, let me fuck you so good we’ll both forget how fuckin’ stupid you are.” He’s pressing his knee between my thighs, pushing against the crotch of my pants, a little smirk on his face when my eyes pull up, still mad, but willing to put that to the side, at least for now.

“I’m not stupid, get off-!” He’s holding on too tight, hurting my jaw and my wrists, my cheeks squished under his fingers, my struggling not at all aiding me in my escape, his low laugh earning him a glare, but he doesn’t mind, returns it, pressing his lips to mine, a little too harsh, groaning when I kiss him back, never the one to deny myself pleasure, and neither is he, god knows neither of us get nearly enough.

“That’s what I thought… I’ll give you what you need… If I don’t wring your pretty neck first…” He’s kissing down over my neck, nipping and sucking hard enough to know it hurts, his hands holding me almost perfectly still, his grip painful, bruising and hot on my skin. “Why can’t you just… Be a good girl and listen… Always doing some stupid shit…” He cares a little too much, never expresses it, too scared to lose someone else, lay his feelings out just to get his heart torn to shreds, his anger stemming from fear, a helpless sadness he's never been very good at handling. He releases my jaw, the pain still there where his fingers were pressed to my skin, his freed up hand running down to knead at my breast through my shirt, his thigh moving against the crotch of my pants making me gasp, his smile pressed to the base of my throat. He’s so big, looming over me and pressing into me, making me shaky and all too willing to let him use me however he pleases, embarrassing as that is.

“Leon-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna hear any excuses, shut your big mouth or I’ll shove my dick so far down your throat you’ll lose your damn voice.” That was creative, I have to give him credit, even if he is being horribly dramatic, not even letting me speak, though I guess he expects me to egg him on, which is fair, because I probably would have if he gave me the chance. He’s being rough, shoving his thigh up into me a little too hard, teeth pulling at the skin of my throat, his hand shoving its way up my shirt to toy with a nipple, pinching and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, his dry laugh coming in response to my back arching to try and escape the rough treatment. “Don’t try ‘n run away… You love this shit, probably soaking your slutty fuckin’ panties over it, yeah?” It's easier, pretending to hate each other, keeping a safe distance from the truth, both of us all too aware whatever sick "Stress Relief" bull is going on between us is just an excuse to be close in a way we probably shouldn't. I turn my head away, avoiding his accusing eyes peering up at me, his hand pressing mine harder into the wall before releasing them, expecting me to keep them overhead, which I do, not wanting to incur more of his wrath than I already have. “There you go, now if you’d just sit this pretty and listen all the time I’d have no reason to get so rough…” His hand trails down, working my pants while the other plays with my nipple, hurting me, only a little, his lips softer on my skin, offering a sweet contrast he knows I’m a fan of.

“Le- Here?” I’m not supposed to speak, but this isn’t exactly a great location, some dusty, dirt-floored catacombs under the city we’re meant to be ridding of B.O.W’s. He pulls back, tilting his head to get a look at my face, my head turned away from him, eyes meeting his from the side, his look a little amused, still pissed, the tension of my near mishap keeping his body tight, all his worry for me, mine for him, protection all we're really able to offer each other in the way of affection, other than sex, which is never very loving, always under the guise of hate, annoyance, some made up shit that's lost its validity over time.

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t want it? Yeah right, that look you’re givin’ me is sure making it seem like you do, your slutty ass would do it anywhere, never pass up the chance to get some dick.” He grips my jaw, making me look at him, my head tilted up, his quick breaths puffing hot air into my face, all movement pausing for a few seconds as he looks at me, angry, but pensive, making sure I’m into this before sinking back into the aggression he’s usually so careful to hide. “Go ahead, tell me, wanna hear you fuckin’ say it, tell me you need my dick just as bad as I need your perfect fuckin’ pussy.” I planned not to indulge him this time, I really did, but I truly can’t deny him, we’re the same, and there’ve been plenty of times I’ve gone off the rails, and he’s never minded, just gave me what I needed to calm back down, usually in the form of a few orgasms.

“Okay, yeah.” He doesn’t find that satisfactory, just looks at me some more, eyes narrowed, shoulders hunched with uncomfortable tension, his anger at my actions mostly unwarranted, but also a little endearing, one of the things that lets me know he cares a lot more than he lets on. He doesn’t move, just watches me, waiting on a better response, his free hand up under my shirt, pinching my nipple, prompting me to respond a little quicker. “Shit-! I want you, okay? Just, stop-!” He lets go, smoothing his thumb over the sensitive flesh before pushing my shirt higher, up over my breasts, leaving it bunched up, the cool air underground making me shiver.

“Like I said, slutty.” He kisses me, grinding his hard dick into me as he shoves at my pants, letting them pool at my feet, not giving me any room to get them off, length of his body pressed to mine, his hands on my hip and the side of my neck, mine still held above my head, my arms hurting a little from being in this position so long. “Such a… Dirty bitch… Letting me fuck you like this…” He’s a little breathless, huffing into my mouth between kisses, his hips grinding into me making me feverish, his lips rough and covered in spit. “You’d probably love it if I shoved your face into the dirt… made you look just as dirty as you act… Probably cum so hard you’d start crying for me…” He groans, hooking his hands around the backs of my thighs and lifting, all the way up until he can rest my legs over his shoulders, my pants fallen to the ground in the process. “That can wait, wanna get a taste of your sweet pussy first, make you feel so good you’ll listen to me from now on.” He presses his nose and lips into me, inhaling, his eyes falling closed, my hands rested on the top of my head, arms burning too bad to keep them held up. “Fuck, you’re hot, too bad you’re so goddamn annoying…” He keeps his eyes closed, mouthing at me through my underwear, sucking and groaning and squeezing his hands on my hips, offering a little pain when his nails dig in.

“Should probably take those off, yeah?” He pulls back, lifting his head to look up at me, frowning, pulling back from the wall a little too suddenly, holding me up when my upper body falls back from the loss of support.

“Put your hands behind your back.” I look at him, waiting a few seconds before following his command, eager to get him to make me feel good, even if it means not using my hands, which are unnecessary, he can get me off perfectly fine on his own. “There… Now shut your pretty fuckin’ mouth until I’m ready to stick my dick in it, keep running your trap and you won’t cum at all, I’ll edge you until I get bored and leave you soaked and unsatisfied.” I don’t say anything, just shake my head, my unamused look drawing a rough laugh out of him before he presses me back to the wall, the rock digging uncomfortably into my bare arms, his face pressing into my panties a helpful distraction from the roughness scraping at my skin. “You taste so damn good… Such a good girl when you wanna be, wish you’d stay like this, listen this well all the damn time…” He sneaks his hand around, pulling my panties to the side, his eyes cast down at my surely soaked privates, his tongue swiping over his lips at the sight. “Want you to sit still and take it, none of that squirming shit you like to pull, got it?” I nod, letting my head lean back, his tongue against me wet and warm, trailing slick up to my clit before lapping at it, his eyes peering up at me, one of his thumbs rubbing tentatively at my hole.

The rock is hurting me, but I don’t say anything, afraid he’ll make good on his promise to leave me needy, his tongue against me too good to risk losing. I let out a low sigh when he presses his forefinger inside, easing me open, his lips closing over my clit and sucking harshly, a little painful when his teeth graze my sensitive flesh, my thighs trembling lightly from the harshness of it all. He pulls his face back when I really start to shake, looking up at me and easing another finger inside, being more gentle than usual, watching my face as he works them into me, a shaky breath pulling from his lips when I meet his eyes.

“There you go, making me wait so damn long… Keep those eyes on me, yeah? Wanna see the look on your face when I make you cum…” He’s speeding his fingers up, being a little rougher, squelching sounds a little too loud in the quiet of the catacombs, thumb of his working hand pressed hard to my clit, unmoving, just applying deliciously painful pressure to my overly sensitive nerves, making me squirm, needy and hot and shaky from the intensity of his touch. “Lucky I even give a shit if you’re ready, you’d probably love it if I shoved inside without stretching you out first, always ready for some dick, huh?” I let out a low whine, embarrassment settling in my gut making me feel almost sickly, his fingers fucking into me roughly, pressing hard to my g-spot, my legs twitching around him, hips held still from seeking friction against his thumb to send myself over the edge.

“Le- Please-” He stops, completely, goes still and stares at me, holding down his smile when I squirm, nails digging harshly into my hip making me grimace.

“Dirty bitch, can’t even wait for it, huh? Being nice and making your stupid ass cum, and you can’t even follow a couple directions.” He breathes a long sigh, hot air fanning over me making me flinch, his eyes cast up toward me, judging, looking down on me, even if he is below me. “You want it?” I nod, unsure if speaking would be a wise choice, since it nearly just got my orgasm privileges revoked, his lips quirking up making me wary, unsure about what he’s planning. He moves quickly, dropping my legs from his shoulders and letting me fall down onto my feet, the rock ripping the skin of my arms forcing a pained noise out of me, his expression going softer, my legs swept out from under me before I’m laid out on the floor, on my back, looking up at him looming over me. “I’ll clean you all up when we’re done, okay?” I nod, not minding the stinging of the cuts along the backs of my arms, more than used to the feeling of broken skin, not willing to give up on getting some relief to get the wounds taken care of. “Didn’t think, you c’n dig those nails into my back, make us match…” He sinks to his knees, slotting his legs underneath mine, looking at my face as he presses his fingers back inside, his free hand reaching for mine, holding them down on my stomach, humming in approval when his fingers make me moan, my hips shifting uncomfortably from how rough he’s being, his thumb finally moving against my clit, offering light pleasure to offset the tension he’s caused, my body wound tight, shaking and struggling against him, whining a little too loud when I feel my orgasm coming, the sound cut off by his hand closing over my mouth, shoving my head to the side and smearing my cheek into the dirt. “Shut the fuck up, being so damn loud the fuckers above ground’ll hear, so fuckin’ needy, so easy, nasty fuckin’ slut, go ahead, give me what I want, cum for me, squeeze my fuckin’ fingers and- shit, there you go, be fuckin’ quiet, stupid bitch, you look so good, open your eyes, yeah, keep ‘em on me…” He works me back down, pulling his fingers out and rubbing my clit until I come down, then a little after, making me whine, any attempts to escape stopped by rough hands.

“Le, please-” He doesn’t stop, just holds me still and works his finger against me, watching me, enjoying himself. “Hey, please- just- let me suck your-Nnh- dick-!” It hurts, my legs shaking, whole body tight with pleasure, not getting a break between orgasms making me terribly sensitive, and he knows it, pressing too hard, making it hurt a little more than it has to.

“In a minute, you’re not done yet, not fucked out enough, want you crying by the time I’m done, sobbing on my dick.” I groan, letting him continue, not that I have much of a choice, his strong hands holding me down, forcing me toward another orgasm less than a minute after my first, nearly there, my body feeling hazy, warm with the pleasure he’s giving me, only a little too much, the perfect amount of painful. “You can take it, yeah? Course you can, you’re fuckin’ loving it, ready to cum again, such a good girl…” He presses my face to the dirt when I moan, twisting my neck a little further than what’s comfortable, smearing my face with soft soil, my eyes clamped shut, insides closed tight around his fingers, my orgasm a duller pleasure, his words spoken from lips close to my ear as he leans over me. “See? I know you need it, wanna be so fucked out you can’t think, I’ll give you a break, make sure my dick’s the only thing on your mind.” He pulls his hand away, running it up my stomach to turn my head back forward, his head pulling back to look into my face, messy and wet with sweat and maybe a little drool. “So pretty, you look good all messy for me… Still wanna suck my dick?” I moan, letting him pull me up onto my knees, brain hazy as I come down from my orgasm, confusion settling when he walks around behind me, gathering my hands, soreness on my wrists making me groan, something tied tight around them holding them there.

“Hey, what’re you-”

“Let’s not pretend you don’t like this shit, shut your slutty ass up and let me take care of you.” He comes back around, looking huge above me, a hand caressing my jaw, softness unexpected after the roughness I’ve endured the past few minutes, his expression almost loving, gazing down at me as he takes care of his pants, kicking them and his underwear off to the side, gripping his dick and staring at me.

“Are you gonna-”

“Shit- Fucking stop talking, jesus.” He’s acting exasperated, as if my voice is insanely grating or something, which I know isn’t true, he’s told me on multiple occasions I have a pretty voice, even if I apparently am terribly annoying. He presses his dick to my cheek, heaving a sigh and looking at me, eyes low, enjoying the sight. “Can’t fucking believe how well you take this… ‘s almost the size of your fuckin’ face, but I guess you do have a big ass mouth…” He pulls back, pressing the head to my lips, sliding himself inside when I part them, holding me still by my hair so he can fuck into my mouth, something I thoroughly enjoy, even if it does keep me from breathing. “Gonna let me fuck your pretty face? Yeah? I’ll bet, you look so fucked, so ready for it… Gonna move you, work this slutty throat on my dick…” He drags me away by my hair, hurting me a little with his grip, stinging my scalp, his hips moving, sinking him almost fully into my mouth, gagging me, the ‘gup gup gup’ of him pushing into my throat making him groan, head tilted back and all, his hands on either side of my head pulling me into his thrusts. “Goddamn… So good at this, so-God- tight for me, look so fuckin’ good with your hands behind your back, so slutty for me, right baby?” I moan around him, eyes hazy with tears, wetness streaming down my face as I let him thrust into my mouth, choking me, not giving me a second to breath, his noises getting a little whinier as he goes. “Love when you suck my dick, ‘s the only-Nnh- fuckin’ time you’re quiet, only time I don’t wanna-hah- wanna- Fuck-!” He groans, loud, shoving himself completely inside, staying there, keeping me from breath I’m desperate for, whiny, choked moans vibrating against him making him twitch before he pulls out, all the way, his dick soaked in spit connected to my lips, my head held up by his hands as I heave in some oxygen, gasping and panting, a hand smoothing over my hair as I calm down. “Ready to cum again? You know I’m not getting off unless it’s with your perfect fuckin’ pussy milking me.”

“Yeah…Yes…” I let out a dazed moan, not minding when he presses my face down into the dirt, cheek cool against the floor, my ass up in the air, presented for him, back arched a little harder than I like, hands uncomfortable behind my back, cut up and in an odd position.

“Fuck you look good, so fuckin’ hot, gonna fuck you so damn good…” He pushes inside, all the way, holding onto my bound hands to keep me from pulling away, one of his feet planted beside my knee, the opposite knee out of my sight, just behind me, giving him the stability to thrust into me, setting a quick pace, already worked up, ready to get me off and empty inside. “You feel so good, being so good for me, gonna let me cum inside, fill you to the fuckin’ brim, hope to god we don’t- fuck-!” He’s struggling, pressing his thumb to my clit to hurry my orgasm along, my mind filled with fuzzy pleasure, low moans and whines leaving me as he fucks into me, bouncing me on his dick, hitting my cervix and hurting me, but I don’t mind, as long as he keeps going, letting me feel full, keeps me distracted a little longer. “Shut-Ah- be fuckin’ quiet-! Being so damn loud, sound so-Nnh- pretty, sobbing for it, want my cum that bad? Fuckin’ shit…” He’s slamming into me, pulling me into him by my bound hands, whatever he’s tied me up with painful on my bruised wrists, the sounds of skin to skin filling the empty corridor, echoing obscenely, both of us too loud, too turned on to worry about consequences for the time being. “Can’t take much more, hurry up and-hah- squeeze this pretty pussy on me, be a good slut and cum for-Ah- me-!” I’m nearly there, his thumb working relentlessly against me, my legs shaky and unstable, the pain of his grip on my wrists pulling me up out of the dirt, giving him a better angle to press inside, his pace insanely quick, deep, sure to make me sore tomorrow, a low groan leaving my lips when he pulls me into him by my wrists, my upper body suspended in the air, tearful eyes staring down into the dirt my face was just pressed into.

“Le- shit-! Leon, hurts-Nnh- You’re-ah-!” I can’t talk, just give up and let him do what he wants, my orgasm nearly there, my body almost too overstimulated to register it, legs shaking so hard he’s holding me up with a hand on my lower stomach.

“You like it, just-nngh- take it, like it so fuckin’ much you’re crying for it, whiny bitch, so-ah- fuckin’ annoying, complaining even when I-Shit- give you exactly what you- you want. Shit, you’re fuckin’ cumming, good girl, so good, shut the fuck-ah- up-! So-hnn- stupid, lucky I love you-Nnh- so goddamn much-!” I’m nearly unresponsive, just taking what he gives, my orgasm hazy and warm, but his confession brings me back, draws a needy moan out of me, which prompts him to press fully inside, twitching and filling me with warmth, the feeling euphoric, filling some primitive desire in my head. “Shit-! Such a good-Nnh-! You make me cum so fucking hard, filling this sweet pussy so good…” He pulls me upright, sat backward in his lap, his dick grinding into me, cum dripping out of me as he comes down, speaking and kissing at the dirty side of my face and neck. “Fuck… such a good partner… my pretty girl… taking it so well… Cumming so much it’s making a goddamn mess…” He groans, letting his head slump down onto my shoulder, keeping himself seated inside, one hand moving to release my bound wrists, rubbing the tension out of them, caring, soft in a way he usually doesn’t let anyone see, kept quiet and buried beneath his carefree, unbothered persona. “Should probably take care of these now…” He runs his fingers over the torn skin of my arms, stinging the wounds, but I let him, turning to peer at him over my shoulder, waiting a beat, speaking only once his eyes meet mine.

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“Leon, I’m home!” I tuck my shoes into their little spot beside the door, shucking off my jacket and leaving it on its hook, wandering through and into the family room, spotting him, standing perfectly still along the wall, blue neon swirling around his eyes, the only tell I get when an update is underway, other than his lack of response. I decide to leave him be, walking off into the kitchen, getting my things ready to cook supper, the lighting brighter than I like it in the evening, my trusty android friend not awake to employ my usual light and ambience settings, the quiet a little disturbing when I’m so used to the light music he puts on when I arrive home.

I cook in relative silence, making a meal for one, missing the chatter of my robot companion, curious to hear about his update, why it’s taking so long. It’s not traditional, the purpose I have for owning a device like him, usually they’re nothing but a housekeeper, someone to take care of the home and complete menial tasks, but I don’t find that useful, just enjoy having someone around, a friend, something like that. I’ve never assigned him a task, but he craves it, gives himself objectives if I can’t, tries his hardest to cater to my needs even if I don’t speak them.

I sit down with my meal, eating in quiet, seated at my little island, his chair empty, the space a little cooler than I like it. I’m bored, never used to quiet anymore, not with my constant companion making sure to keep conversation flowing, his devotion to me seeming more real than it probably is, his care programmed into him, but there nonetheless. He’s been speaking about feelings lately, if he’s capable, something that would usually get him sent in for a reset, but I don’t mind, and I do think he’s capable, his mind is superhuman after all.

“There you are.” He’s human, on the outside, looks perfectly believable, could walk around with me and have no one suspect he isn’t a normal man, the only difference what’s on the inside, some mechanical shit I have no idea how to explain, and AI that lets him know what I’m thinking, his intelligence unmatched, his mind full of anything I could ever want to know.

“How was the update?” He takes his seat beside me, straight-backed, his formality with his mannerisms something that took me a while to get used to, his speech slowly morphing to mimic mine, a comfort thing programmed into all androids to give a sense of familiarity, comfort with something often viewed as subhuman. His eyes glow blue, ready to rattle off the specs he’s downloaded, his voice a little more robotic than usual, his script taking him over.

“Update 16.2b, major tweaks under the belt, more realistic orgasm simulation, bugs fixed regarding the timed orgasm system, facial expressions refined, new commands available, more realistic erection phases, see more online at Update dot my android dot net.” I sit there, mouth gaping, not sure at all what to say to all that, never even thought about using my friend in that way, was never told I could, if I did want to. “Is something wrong?” I set my fork down, pushing my plate back, my appetite gone, some unwarranted butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.

“I just… Didn’t know you had… Those kind of features.” He looks at me, eyes flashing blue, scanning my vitals, something that used to seriously creep me out, but doesn’t bother me much anymore, it’s habitual, a way for him to see how I’m feeling, get truths I’m not willing to give.

“Sorry. You’ve never expressed feelings of lust before, only now your heart rate is picking up, perspiration levels above average.” I don’t say anything, embarrassed he can tell so much about me, know my curious wants against my wishes. “Would you like me to enable sexual interaction in the options menu?” I can’t answer, too busy freaking out in my head, his blue eyes back to normal, still seeking information, always, gaze flitting over my face, small movements of my hands, his inspection leaving me on edge.

“So… You can feel pleasure?” I’m curious, though I’ve never wanted to use him, in any capacity, just wanted someone around, company, not a lover, especially not one who’s not in control of their own actions, autonomy not something he has much of, other than the settings I could turn off to let him have a little free reign, giving him permission to mill about while I’m gone, do as he pleases. He’s staring at me, head cocked, brows furrowed a little, his expression terribly human, inspecting me, trying his hardest to deduce my thoughts, his pointer finger drawing out calculations absently on the countertop as they run through his head.

“Not technically, pleasure is a chemical reaction, my form is just a simulation. I do feel it, the receptors go off when I complete a task. It’s new in update 14.6a, meant to be a better drive to please the owner. I assume you mean sexual pleasure, though. I can simulate it, up until orgasm, mostly realistic, other than the secretion part.” I have no idea why I’m just now hearing about this, most people would probably jump on the opportunity to have a partner so in tune with their body, literally able to do a scan and know what you need.

“Do you enjoy it, though? You want to?” He looks at me, my eyes, not doing any scanning, just looking at me, giving me a few seconds of quiet anticipation.

“You’re important to me, whether it’s programming or not, you’re attractive and a pleasant person, so I'd guess it would be enjoyable to please you in a more personal way, but I know you mean it differently… It’s not a craving I have, to satisfy myself, I mean, only to please you, in any way you see fit.” I swallow, his eyes flitting down, gazing at my hands, fisted and pressed to my thighs. It’s a moral dilemma, using something so intelligent for my own gain, but I suppose it can’t be too terrible, he’d get the equivalent of an orgasm, plus whatever pleased feeling he gets from making me happy. “You seem interested. I will turn on sexual activity permissions in the options menu.” Damn his autonomy, I may have went too far, allowing him access to his own options, his eyes glowing blue as he sinks into his own brain, flipping on whatever part of him has been dormant all this time before returning to me, his expression normal, no different than my usual Leon, casual, doting.

“You did it?” He nods, scanning me, not at all put off by my nervousness, looking at me again, a little more intense than usual, trying to figure me out.

“How was work?” I wonder if I have to initiate it, ask him for it. It would be preferable, though I don’t think I’ll ever use this hidden feature if he doesn’t just jump me, but that doesn’t seem fitting, he’s too soft spoken, reserved.

“Good, I got a new account today, diamonds, the commission is gonna be insane.” He seems pleased, a little whirring sound similar to a hum rumbling in his chest as he stands, moving to take care of my dish, no prompt necessary. I used to feel bad about it, but he really doesn’t mind, lives to care, I guess.

“That’s great. I sent over the files you asked for, they’re under 6.24.5 in the main folder.” I nod, glad he could locate them, my own search not going very well, the information integral to a company I’ve been assigned. He sets the dishes out once he’s done washing, set neatly in their little drying rack, his body moving swiftly back around the counter, his hand ghosting across the back of my shoulders making me flinch, not used to any casual touches between us, the only contact he really ever initiates is caring for any wounds he detects, little cuts, things like that. “You’re aroused, would you like me to-”

“You don’t have to.” My cheeks are flaming, thighs tight together, embarrassment hot on my skin, the light aroused feeling flaring now that he’s brought attention to it. He steps beside me, turning my chair around to face him, slotting himself between my knees, a light touch on my jaw drawing my eyes up, light blue trained on me, his forwardness dizzying, unexpected when I’m so used to his usual self.

“You’re uncomfortable, I can release that tension.” He runs his hand down my neck, smoothing over my shoulder, his touch light, my small shiver prompting him to squeeze a little, the warmth of his skin unexpected, even if I did know it was there, another human feature to make him more real. “You don’t need to worry about if I’d like to. I do, you know I live to please you.” That gets me, his voice lower than usual, a rough, sensual quality to it, his willingness not unexpected, but still shocking. He has a hand on my knee, inching up, almost too slow to notice, his other sliding back up my neck to keep my eyes on him, eye contact something he's always been a fan of, picked it up from conversations and my own mannerisms, is now using it to ruin me, make me nervous.

“I don’t know…” It’s weird, to proposition him in this way, even if it isn’t my idea, allowing it is still on me, my commands headed without any pushback, unless my decision is stupid, then he tells me all the reasons I’m wrong. He hums, sliding his hand back into my hair, his palm a little rough, his eyes peering down at me, a little lower than normal, all of him drawing me in, his actions and words and expression undeniably sexy, which makes sense, considering he has the entire internet and more at his disposal.

“I have to admit, I am curious. It’s my nature, I guess, but I wanna try it, feel the way humans do, engage in something so sought after.” He’s very convincing, convincing enough for me to refrain from stopping him when he starts to lean down, thumb pressing under my jaw to tilt my head up, hand on my lower thigh squeezing. He takes his time, watching my reaction, leaning in slow, his chest heaving with even breaths, his lips parted, close to mine. “Grant me sexual autonomy.” He’s never asked, never expected any of his autonomy settings, other than this one, I guess, not that I mind, I’d prefer he had it, didn’t do anything out of his control, revert into his more robotic self to fulfill my wishes.

“Turn on sexual autonomy in the options menu.” His eyes flash blue, his body going rigid, only for a moment, before he’s back, looking at me, seeming eager, searching my eyes for any sign of disapproval, finding none. He runs his hand further up my leg, eyes cast down to the contact, his lips parted, almost awed.

“Your skin is… Soft. Feels fuzzy, you’re so warm…” His processes are going haywire, I can see it on his face, his mind racing to keep up with what he’s doing, digging through all the information he has to do a good job. “I’ve never felt like this before, this kind of pleasure is different, like it’s for me.” He’s not meant to have feelings, of any kind, but he does, in his own way, lets his mood depend on his helpfulness, even if I’ve urged and convinced him to see himself as his own being, he’s not wired that way.

“It is… I don’t- uh, It’s about you too, okay?” He hums, the low whir in his chest making me smile, one of the few things that reminds me he’s a machine. He moves, tentative, his hand slipping further up my thigh, fingers holding onto my hair, pulling gently when his lips meet mine, plush and smooth, his kiss gentle, unsure, none of the information he has able to tell him the best way to go about this. I move against him, setting a little faster of a pace, letting my hand slide up his stomach, his shaky exhale breathed against my lips.

“Tell me what you like.” He presses his forehead to mine, looking at me, lips and cheeks flushed, his hand hot on my thigh. He can’t take it, not being fully prepared for everything, having to figure things out as they come, his algorithmic brain not able to work through something he has no expertise on. “Don’t just look at me, tell me what you want me to be.” His brows are drawing together, analyzing, trying to figure it out before I even reply.

“What do you wanna be?” He has a personality, one to suit mine, of course, but he never asked for it, developed it, like a child growing up. I don’t want him to play a role, he must have some sort of instinct on how to act, how to be without me commanding him.

“I don’t know.” He’s never not known, he’s a genius, of course, knows everything there is to know, figures out anything he doesn’t. He looks pained, searching my eyes for an answer I can’t give, his hand tracing his equations into my skin. “All I know is I want you… I wanna see you fall apart, make you feel good, be the best lover you could ask for.” I kiss him, bringing my arms up around his neck, drawing him closer between my legs, his pleased hum making me smile, a good reaction from him, real, not asked for, just genuine feeling. His hand slips further up my leg, up to squeeze gently over my hip, feeling me, not looking to please, just letting himself do what he wants, exploring one of the few things he doesn’t know much about, his own form of pleasure. He follows my lead, moving plush lips against mine, the feeling insanely real, the heat of him a little higher than usual, his body heating up in response to my touch, my hands dug into soft locs of hair, pulling gently to separate his lips from mine, his mouth pressing to mine in one last, feverish kiss before he pulls back, eyes wide, wild with untapped pleasure.

“Is this okay?” He nods, swallowing, his lips parting to draw in heavy breaths, his hand sliding up my side, hot over my shirt, his warmth making me both soft and want to squirm.

“Yes, feels good. This is… I never imagined I could feel like this. It’s you, I’m not supposed to feel desire, this isn’t in my programming… Don’t reset me, I’ll be good, swear. I won’t deviate, I just… This is not in the script…” He seems stumped, frustrated at his lack of understanding what’s going on inside him, but I suppose he isn’t meant to have this much freedom, live like a normal person, other than the fact he has no need for a job, and is a machine.

“Leon? It’s okay to feel, okay? You’re not a toaster, yeah?” He laughs, low and rough, shaking his head, some of the robotic tension leeching from him. “Stop thinking so much.” He nods, eyes flashing blue, returning to normal when he blinks it away. “Sorry.” I didn’t mean to command him, but he doesn’t mind, it happens all the time, and he’s happy to oblige, anyways.

“It’s okay… Should we… Continue?” I gulp, and he leans back in, kissing me the way I like, learning quickly, as always, his big hand sliding up my back, fingers teasing at the hem of my shirt before slipping up my spine, my back arching at the gentle touch, his little pleased noise vibrating against my lips. The chair isn’t very comfortable, and my neck is straining from him standing over me, and he knows it, parting his lips from mine and tilting my jaw back down, forcing me to look up at him through my lashes, his expression sinful, eyes low, lips lightly parted, all of him hot, his skin warmer than mine. “You’re uncomfortable.” I nod, not very happy he paused to say that, but glad he cares enough to not leave me in discomfort. “I’ll take you to your room.” He pulls me up out of my chair by my ass, letting my legs drape over his hips, a sizable erection between us, one of his arms holding me up, the other holding my head still as he dips down, kissing at my neck, slow and sweet, his lips spit-slick. He’s walking, letting himself move through the space without looking, letting out a pleased rumble when I exhale a shaky breath.

“Leon, you don’t have to be so gentle…” He groans, the sound low and guttural, his lips pressing a little more feverishly to my skin, his hand squeezing my ass, the other slipping up the back of my shirt, smoothing up my skin, ticklish, making me arch into him, my chest pressed to his, his happy sigh hot on my skin. He leans me back, supporting my weight until I’m laid out on my bed, him on his knees between my legs, scanning, eyes flashing bright before he closes them, ignoring his instinct to run his hands up my thighs, peering down at my face, pushing up on the hem of my shirt, exposing my stomach, his lips coming down to skim up my thigh, one hand on the outside of my knee, holding it still, his lips warm and wet as he trails them up, his eyes on mine, his free hand finding my hip, pressing me into the mattress as he makes his way to my stomach, kissing across the waist of my pants, up toward my belly button, watching me, holding me still with gentle, nonaggressive pressure.

“I need you to tell me… Wanna be good for you… Feels good to make you feel good. I can’t figure it all out, you told me not to think…” He’s a little out of it, not nearly as composed as usual, eyes hazy, movements a little less practiced, but still confident, what information he does have allowing him to not be too unsure of himself. I push him, frowning at his questioning look, forgetting he’s a mostly immovable object.

“Get off.” He pulls back, sitting back on his heels, looking at me with wide eyes, flashing blue, then normal, none of the lust that was there a second ago visible, either put on pause or diminished due to my command.

“Sorry. I’m trying, I just don’t know-”

“Get on your back.” He does, drops down beside me, laid out flat, looking a little silly, considering I’ve never seen him in a bed, he usually sleeps standing, just shuts down for the night, doesn’t need any comfort. I turn over, taking a turn sitting up over him, one knee slotted between his legs, watching him, liking how unsure he looks, something I’ve never seen from him, one thing that separates him from a human. “You still want this?” I feel like I’m coercing him, even if I’m not, his mind far more developed than mine, if anything. I let my fingers trail up his thigh, his jeans rough on my fingers, his faux muscles tensing under my light touch.

“Yes. I’ve never wanted anything, besides this. It’s… Exhilarating, you’re so pretty above me.” My mouth pops open, not at all expecting his compliment, or his hand on my hip, pressing me down over his clothed leg, putting pressure on my clit, the action so forward I nearly gasp.

“Didn’t know dirty talk was part of the programming…” I watch my fingers, pushing up on the bottom of his tee, ghosting my fingers up the skin of his stomach, his abs tight and hot under my touch, his body reacting so intensely, wound up from such a simple touch.

“It’s not. You asked me to be honest.” I did, months ago, when he lied, about nothing important, but still, I see no need for it, at least from him. I nod, wetting my lips and leaning down, pressing them lightly just below his belly button, watching his face, expression back to the hazy, needy one he was giving me a few minutes ago. “Can I..?” He uses his grip on my hip to grind me against his thigh, pushing it up a little further between my legs, offering delicious pressure, the roughness of fabric between us a little shocking.

“Yeah. Do what you want.” He’s sat up on one elbow, watching me, kissing down, skimming my lips along toward his hip, my hand gripped to the waist of his pants, slipping down, fingertips gliding over his erection making him flinch, the low whirring coming back, rumbling through his chest for a few seconds, his hand gently rocking me against him. “Feel good?” He clenches his jaw, looking worried, brows drawn low and together, his eyes barely open, cloudy with lust.

“Yes, too good, I’m overheating, you feel so good, you’re hands are-” He cuts himself off with a choked noise, eyes squeezed closed and his head tipped back, my hand palming him over his pants, offering a little relief in whatever form of pleasure he gets, a strong one, judging by his reaction.

“Sensitive, huh?” He drags my hips a little rougher, eliciting a small, groaned out noise from me, seeming pleased with himself when I open my eyes, his lips pulled up in a little smile, eyes cast down at his leg between my thighs.

“You can turn down sensitivity in the options menu, would you like me to-”

“No. Don’t change anything, stay just like this…” I press my hand more firmly to him, grinding my palm into him, his hips shifting below me making me smile, his breathing a little erratic. His leg is trembling, only the one between my legs, vibrating almost, making me let out a shaky breath. “Wha- Are you-?” He huffs out a laugh, nodding, slamming his head back into the pillow when I grind my hand into him, rough, gripping him through his pants and jerking it, squeezing him, his low groan heavenly.

“Update 12.6a- I have lots of perks. No human can-ah- match up.” He punctuates his words by turning up the vibration, my body slumping, back hunched a little from how harsh it is, before he turns it back down, a little more gentle, other than how roughly hes grinding me against his thigh. “Let me take these off.” He pulls on the waist of my pants, deft fingers moving to unbutton them, undoing the zipper, his free hand coming down to ease them over my hips, his upper body sitting up, and arm around my waist pulling me up enough to get them down my legs, my feet kicking until they tumble to the floor. He takes it in, me sitting in front of him, his hands sliding up my thighs, thumbs teasing under the sides of my panties before continuing up. “You’re gorgeous… I’m so lucky, having a master as good as you.” I clench my thighs around him, gazing up into his eyes, loving the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the only thing on earth, at least the only one that matters. He’s pushing up on my shirt, looking into my eyes as he eases it up, pausing until I lift my arms, giving him permission, letting him pull it up and over my head, his eyes dipping down as he tosses it away, his hands sliding up my sides.

“Don’t you think you should take something off?” He doesn’t reply, just drags my leg up over his hip, straddling me over him, his lips skimming my collar bone, his breathing quick, hands sliding around to drag down my back, resting just above my ass, grinding me into him, his low groan hot on my skin. “C’mon, let me take this off.” I pull on his shirt, and he relents, pulling back and doing it for me, going back to what he was doing, kissing his way down from my collar bone, sucking gently on the skin above my bra, taking my low sigh as my assent, sucking the skin into his mouth and using an arm around my waist to hold me firmly against him, his hand still on my hip working me into his erection, which seems to be getting bigger, slotted nicer against me, giving me intense friction, his jeans rough against my panties.

“Feels so good… You’re so good… Your heart rate is higher than I’ve ever recorded, your body is responding so nicely. Love making you feel good.” He moans, for real, the sound nothing like the whirring hum of his groans, more human, wanton and needy, enjoying himself. “So pretty… Is there anything I can do better?” He’s a little breathless, turning us over and easing me down onto my back, looming over me, one hand rested beside my head, the other gripped to the outside of my thigh, keeping it hooked over his hip. “Is there?” I forgot to respond, too busy staring at him above me, looking so big, strong, his strength never something I thought about before, other than that he was stronger than me.

“Just… Enjoy yourself.” His muscles relax, his expression soft, none of the usual intensity behind his eyes, his elbow bending to bring his lips to mine, his body heating further, not used to all this excitement, his body humming with quiet energy. He’s grinding into me, hips sliding perfectly against me, the drag along my clit drawing a low moan out of me. “Le- Take these off.” I’m pulling at his pants, working the button until he takes over, clumsily shoving his pants down his legs, letting his head tuck down into my neck to free up his other hand, kicking his pants off and onto the floor.

“You take this off.” He sits up on his elbow, nosing and kissing at the side of my throat, pulling on my bra. I laugh, his pleased whirring tickling me, his hand running down my stomach.

“You do it, bossy.” He groans, pressing his hand back behind me, unclipping it much easier than I thought he would, not bothering to sit up to pull it down my arms, his mouth running down from my throat, mouth closing over a nipple, tongue lathing over it, his eyes peering up at me, his eyes low and pleased. He moans, vibrating against me, sucking where his lips are latched to my skin, his hand running up my thigh to press his thumb to my clit, surprising me, his lips pulling from my skin when I flinch, eyes on mine as he kisses his way to the opposite side, rubbing gently up and down over my panties.

“Feels good? I hope so… Let’s get these off.” He sits up, gripping onto the sides of my panties, staring at me as he pulls them down, tossing them off to the side and settling back down over me, nosing my head to the side to mouth at my throat, pressing his lips to my pulse, bringing his thumb back to my clit, rubbing soft circles. “Mmh, there we go, I’ll take good care of you, make you feel so good you’ll never need anyone else. You’re doing so good, looking so perfect and letting me please you…” He kisses his way back up, pressing his lips to mine, wet and open-mouthed, not messy, but needy, rushed, his thumb moving a little quicker against me, giving a little more pressure, my legs starting to shake. “There you go, you’re nearly there, oxytocin levels are skyrocketing, go ahead, want you to finish, let me see how pretty you are when you really feel it.” I moan, squirming against him, my orgasm coming, his face pulling a little further back to look at me, smiling, his expression a mix of lusty and pleased. “C’mon, give it to me, want you to feel good, finish from my fingers-” He doesn’t mind my nails digging into my arms, just works me through it, thumb light on my clit, his eyes on mine, watching me squirm and tilt my head back, the sensation becoming too much, his thumb pulling away the second it does.

“Shit, let me have a turn.” I shove at him, huffing a laugh when he feigns being pushed over, laid out on his back in his underwear, waiting on me to give him direction. I run my hand up his leg, gripping the band of his underwear and pulling down, getting them off and getting rid of them before kissing my way up his thigh, looking at him, the anticipation getting to him, his lips parted, brows pulled down and together.

“I don’t need this.” It would leave a bruise on my ego, if I didn’t know he’s just being honest, not that I care if he needs it, only if he wants it. “I don’t want to waste your time, I don’t require any type of foreplay.” I frown, kissing his base, peering at him over his dick, which is hanging heavy over his stomach.

“Can you get off like this?” I wrap my hand around him, smiling when he flinches, his dick twitching in my hand. I work it over him, keeping it slow, waiting on his reply, his eyes hazy with swirls of blue, systems crashing briefly before he’s back, letting out a light moan, carding a hand through my hair.

“No, I- The orgasm simulation can only progress if I’m inside, and you’re finishing too.” I hum, stroking a little rougher, tilting my head at him when he groans, his hips shifting, the pleasure a little too much, his expression almost fearful.

“It feels good, though?” He nods, head leaning back and eyes closed, letting me do what I want, enjoying himself, just like I asked. “Good.” I wait until he’s opened his eyes back up to lick from base to tip, closing my mouth around him and sinking down, his heady moan mouthwatering, really, drool coating his dick when I pull back up, watching him, his eyes hazy, his hand pulling at my hair when I suck him in again, bobbing up and down.

“Nnh- hey, do you want me to- I can-” He presses his knee up between my legs, rubbing it against me, making me moan around his dick. “There… Perfect…” He sounds pleased, whatever tension was plaguing him loosening now that he sees himself as being of use, rubbing his knee against my clit, offering some relief from the arousal he’s sparked inside with this new, needier self. “Do you wanna finish like this? I understand the usual progression would have me inside by now-”

“Shit, okay. Let’s get to it, then, if you don’t wanna take your time.” I sit up over him, looking at him, shuffling my way up until I’m hovering over his lap, his eyes on me as he sits up, his hands on my waist, his chest heaving.

“You’re ready?” I nod, waiting patiently as he reaches down, eyes hazy, aligning himself and pulling me slowly down onto him by my waist, the stretch less than painful, more than comfortable, not quite as snug as he could be. I’m a little above his face when he bottoms out, eyes swirling with blue for a few seconds before he blinks it away, shaking the heaviness out of his head, looking up at me and coming closer, holding me against him, keeping me seated on his dick as he kisses me, sloppier, messy and needy, my arms wrapped around his neck, his dick twitching and filling me a little fuller, the odd sensation making me pull back to give him a questioning look. “A perfect fit.” He doesn’t seem bothered, so I let the disturbed feeling settle, attempting to pull up off him, but big hands hold me still, keeping himself seated fully inside, melded to the walls, truly a perfect fit. “Let me stay like this, just for a minute… I like this, being impossibly close, feeling you in a way not many people get to…” He goes back to kissing, running his hands down to grip my hips, lifting me slowly up, letting me drop back down over him, his low groan breathed against my lips.

“Can I-”

“Let me do it.” I sigh, relenting, his hands lifting me up and sliding me back down, slow, keeping eye contact, pleased I’m giving him the choice, considering how easy it is to get him to do whatever I want. He keeps the slow pace, staring at my face, seeming pleased, his expression a mix of pleasure and calculativeness, trying to figure out the best way to finish me off, I suppose. “I’ll speed up soon, build-up is important, I don’t wanna deny you what you deserve, wanna be good…” He’s moving too slow, giving enough to fill me up, but not to do much else.

“I already came, Leon, build-up is irrelevant.” He nods, furrowing his brows and speeding up, keeping his grip firm, not letting me bounce, but bouncing me, keeping his eyes on mine, a low moan passing his lips when I clench around him, his pace quickening a little more, slaps of skin to skin sounding in my room adding a layer of intensity, his thumb pressing back to my clit prompting me to let my head lean back, a low, drawn out moan escaping him at the sight.

“You feel so nice inside, so warm, squeezed tight around me… God, this is the best I’ve ever felt, you feel good too, oxytocin is increasing-nnh- how many more times can you finish? Three? I’ll give you three more, wanna see you near tears, all from how good it feels.” He’s feverish, losing his usual stoicness, speaking rushed and breathless, his chest heaving, his hand working me over him, squeezing the fat of my ass, angling his hips further up, the drag along my insides unexpected, making me moan and drop my forehead to his shoulder, sweaty, searing hot on my skin. I’m shaking, letting him work me over him, letting out pleasured noises along with him, his face now tucked into the crook of my neck. “You’re getting worked up quick… I won’t even need the vibration, you’re almost ready, so tight, making such pretty sounds for me…” He holds me up, pausing, leaning back on one hand and dragging my upper body along with him, thrusting up into me, much quicker than he could’ve worked me over him, making me whine into his neck, spit slicking his skin, his hips slamming up into me, hands slipping up to my back to hold me in place so he can fuck into me, his voice getting higher, whinier. “There, now-ah, this is one out of three, so- so you still have two more after this, need you to finish, wet my dick some more, you’re shaking so nice, good thing I’m strong enough to hold you still…” I’ve never heard him curse before, I guess he’s doing his homework on dirty talk mid deed, his background processes doing him well, his words before now not all that enticing with his usual wording.

“Did you-

“Yes, wanted to be good, am I? Shit, tell me I’m good, wanna be good for you, make you feel so good you can’t think. You’re all I think about, you know that? You’re everything to me, I need to please you, make you cum all over my dick a few times before I’m finished.” I moan, shaking embarrassingly violently, nearly there, his dick filling me a little fuller, thrusts a little more needy, rutting up into me, making me whine into his shoulder, orgasm approaching, his nonstop thrusts working me up. “That’s it, gonna make you feel good, please you, have you soaking me, out of it from how good it feels, cumming on me over and fucking over.” My orgasm is shocking, the second I clamp down on him he presses me back down, holding me as I squirm and moan into his neck, grinding into me, stretching it out, pulling out of me once I still, guiding me to lay on my stomach, my body slumping down, ready for rest, until I feel hands pulling up on my hips, lifting me up to rest on my knees, chest and side of my face still pressed to the sheets.

“What are you..?” He presses inside, keeping it slow, aware I’m still coming down from my orgasm, his hands gently rocking me against him.

“This position is good for deep penetration, and I figured your legs were getting tired.” He speaks plainly, like he isn’t on his way to giving me my third orgasm in a couple minutes, his hips speeding up a little once he’s sure I can take it, his hands squeezing on my hips, rough and warm and big. “I’ll know when you’re satisfied, I’ll initiate the orgasm simulation when you’re ready.” He speaks matter of factly, and it would be funny, if he wasn’t fucking me into my mattress, low moans escaping me, my mind swimming, fuzzy and mushy, his hips noisy against me, his upper body folding over me, an arm around my waist pulling me into hars thrusts, his noises muffled into my shoulder blade, his lips kissing and sucking wherever he can reach. “Feels good? Well, I know it-shit- It does. Just- If there’s another-ah- something you prefer…” I let out a noise I hope sounds negative, succumbing to the numb, hazy pleasure, taking what he gives, his noises going higher, near the end of the line, if he could cum without having to initiate it, that is. “So- pretty-! You feel so good, pulling me in, letting me give you all you can-hah- take…” I’m nearly there, my third orgasm coming, the pleasure turning nearly painful, good in an awful, striking way, my legs trembling harshly, his fingers sneaking down to rub at my clit, his moan loud against me when I clench, muscles going tight, so close, my orgasm almost refusing to come. “Come on, quit holding yourself back, you can do it, you’ve had plenty of time. You’ve got it, you’re right there, just squeeze this sweet pussy on me, let me feel it, yeah, there you go, that’s it, fucking whining for it, you sound so damn good…” He fucks me through it, again, keeps his hold around my waist when I try to escape, the sensations too much, my low groan finally getting him to pull out, turning me over and giving me a break by capturing my lips, kissing me feverishly, pressing his knees up under my hips and leaning over me, his dick brushing agoinst me drawing a low whine out of me.

“No more, Leon, no more… I’m finished…” He pulls back, looking me over, eyes flashing blue, his look pensive.

“No you’re not.” He pushes inside, my low groan ignored, his eyes on me, watching me. “You think you can’t- handle more, but you can, can take this one and another, I’ll keep you cumming until you really can’t take it.” He doesn’t thrust, lets me finish coming down, kissing me and keeping a finger against my pulse, waiting for it to slow down before moving, both of us moaning at the drag of him inside.

“Just this one… I don’t want another.” I couldn’t take it, honestly, I’m already entirely fucked out, nearly unresponsive as he rocks inside, grinding up on his way out, my overstimulated nerves making me moan, painful pleasure still somehow enjoyable, even if I am trying to convince him I’ve had enough.

“No, you can take it. I know what you need, know you better than you know yourself.” He does, in a way, knows about my inner workings and psychology and the like, but I know this is killing me, tears in my eyes, his body too big and immovable for me to stop him from taking care of me, forcing me to finish the amount of times he sees fit. “Gonna make sure you’re satisfied, show you how good I am, how good I can be for you…” I’m shaking already, way too worked up, orgasms fading into a hazy pleasure, everything a blanket of hot and muggy sweetness, his lips meeting mine making me moan, his hips working into me, another orgasm well on its way with his relentless actions. “This one then another, okay? You can take it.” I pull him back, looking into his eyes, trying to focus, tears blurring my vision, my eyes half closed from how good it feels, how intense and terrifyingly good this is.

“Leon, begin-shit- begin orgasm simulation-!” He groans, head tucking down to my neck, his hips working more purposefully, all of him hot against me, a thumb working at my clit making me jerk, squirming away, but he keeps me still, working us both up, his noisiness gaining volume, making me almost worried the neighbors will hear.

“That’s- I wasn’t done, sneaky-ah- girl. Fuck, feels so good, love making you feel good, being good for my-nnh- Master-!” I moan, usually adverse to the title, but my hazy brain loves it, too full of him to really mind, letting him send me toward my final orgasm, if only to chase his, though that’s not the case, considering I have to get off for him to. “Shit, please, can’t-ah- Take anymore-! I’m fuckin’ overloading, you feel too good, squeezing me so tight, hot and wet and-Nnh-! Please, give it to me, let me please you one more time, it hurts, need you to cum, trap me inside and-” He whines, burying his face in my neck and fucking me through it, twitching inside the second I squeeze around him, his whiny moan drawing a pleased noise out of me as he slows, pulling out after a few more seconds, not moving to force anymore out of me, just kissing lightly up the side of my neck, easing himself up onto a hand to look at me, eyes flashing blue.

“Are you scanning for your performance right now?” He smiles, almost coy, pressing his hand to my skin, taking my vitals, not even trying to be subtle.

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Leon.S.Kennedy She’s gone, for now, off to see her friends, spending the night getting wasted and slutting it up with them. I mind it more than I should, the thought of her with another guy, doing the things I’ve been wanting to do with her since the day we met. It wasn’t all that bad, at first, just a crush. I’ve never lived with a woman before, let alone one as perfect as her. We’re not close, just comfortable, not friendly enough to hang out outside our room, something I’ve tried to change, get whatever guys who look at her while she’s out thinking she’s taken.

I close my textbook, finding it a little too hard to focus, thinking too much about her, well aware she doesn’t think of me. It’s unhealthy, I’m well aware my attachment to her runs deeper than simple lust, it’s a craving, some kinda disgusting need that needs met, so I meet it, time and time again, jerking my dick to the thought of her, half the time in her bed, a pair of her cute panties pressed to my face. I’ve gotten sloppy, comfortable in my actions, not having been caught so far, unwilling to try anything to properly satisfy the yearning I have for her.

I get up, picking up my little glass, some mixed drink she made for me, said she didn’t want to pregame alone. It’s gross, bitter with alcohol, but I like it, a little piece of her, something nice she did for me. I stand between our beds, debating, unsure if I should give myself the satisfaction of the smell of her on her sheets, well aware I’m headed down a severely questionable path. I do it anyways, never one to refuse myself when can get something good, never had enough to get used to it. Maybe that’s why I like her so damn much, she’s good, pretty and nice, soft and sweet, perfect.

She washed her hair last night, the scent of her shampoo heavy on her pillow, my face pressed into it to breath it in. I’m laid out on my stomach, letting her smell settle on my skin, feeling slack with the reminder of her. My dick’s filling out already, pressing uncomfortably into the bed, her bed, my face buried in her pillow, breathing her in and sighing her out, the heat over my body familiar, pathetic, but I can’t help it, she does something to me I find downright unexplainable, ruined me, a perfectly normal and ordinary man, turned me into a needy dog.

“Shit…” I let my hands go up under the pillow, bringing a knee up to parallel with my hip so I can rut into the mattress, getting a little relief from the raging erection bothering me. It hurts, how much I want her, how close she is without giving it to me, but I can be patient, wait for the moment she gives in, lets me have her. I let out a low groan, taking a deep breath of her, pressing my hips harder into the bed, reaching one hand down to let my dick out, leaving my shorts mostly on, always wary of her returning, seeing me doing something so terrible. She’d be disgusted, if she knew, but she won’t, even after she’s mine, she doesn’t have to know, no harm done if I’m the only one who knows any better.

It’s not enough, not anymore, my need for her too strong for this to be good enough, but I don’t really have a choice, reaching down to wrap a hand around my aching dick, leaking onto her sheets, which are thankfully white, allowing me to not be too worried about the mess as I thrust into my hand, inhaling her smell, pretending it’s her below me, begging for it, clenching around me and moaning and loving it.

“Nnh- Fuck-!” I’m being loud, whining, muffling my noises with her pillow, keeping myself as quiet as possible, feeling so damn good inside her, making her feel good. I’m nearly there, ready to empty inside, fucking into my fist and drooling on her pillow, not worried about the mess just yet, lost in what her presence offers me, an almost painful pleasure, working me up in a way I never imagined before her. “Shit, oh god-ah- fuck-Nnh-”

“See you!” She’s at the door, unlocking it, prompting me to yank my shorts up and scramble across the floor to my own bed, forgetting to turn the pillow over before I do, choosing to leave it to have time to pull my blanket over my lap, feverishly grabbing my phone and trying like hell to calm down my breathing, not very believable, I’m sure I look a mess, flushed face and messy hair, my hand wiping drool from my chin when she comes in, wasted, smiling wide when she sees me, stumbling over in her slutty little skirt, giving me half an idea to bend her over her bed and finish what she interrupted.

“Hey, Le!” Le, a name only she calls me, a nickname I like, only when it’s her saying it. She comes over, seating herself on my bed, her hip pressing into my knee, the twin mattress not nearly big enough.

“Have fun?” She nods, a dopey smile on her face giving me a fleeting, disgusting thought of how easy it would be to take what I want right now. She pats my knee, letting her hand rest there, no idea how close she is to my aching erection, the contact making me flinch, not that she notices, she’s completely out of it, swaying where she sits, her eyes barely open.

“Yeah, tired now… Was helping Trish… She wanted this horrible guy so I had to be… wing woman thing.” She waves her hand dismissively, slumping forward over her lap, laying her face into my pillow. She’s never done this before, went out of her way to be close to me, sat in my bed, other than times where it’s casual, playing a card game, something like that.

“Are you sleeping?” She groans, stretching her legs out, facing away from me, her skirt hiked, giving me an insanely enticing view of her panties, thong nestled between her perfect ass, her pussy hidden beneath a scrap of black fabric, nearly begging me to press inside, fill her up and make her full of me.

“Get out ‘f my bed.” She curls up, top knee tucked up, bottom leg straight, her chin tucked down, back curved a little, looking impossibly sexy.

“This is my bed.” She doesn’t move, just lets out a cute little “Oh”, snuggling herself into my pillow, her skirt pressing a little higher as she shifts around, getting comfortable, making it nearly impossible for me to keep from holding her down and giving her the cum I was about to soak her sheets with. She falls asleep quickly, her breathing deepening and evening out, my dick painfully hard, edged then ignored. I’m not sure what to do, if she’ll freak waking up beside me, if she’s pliable enough to let me fuck her and blame it on the alcohol in the morning.

I lay down, just behind her, draping my blanket over her, just her legs, keeping her pretty panties and ass on display for me, just looking at her, enjoying the sight, her comfort with me, sleeping beside me. She’s a heavy sleeper, I know that, I’ve gotten a little loud a bunch of times while she’s been out and she’s never stirred, even when she’s not heavy with alcohol. I push my shorts down, ignoring the disgust bubbling in my stomach, wrapping my hand around my dick, running it up and down, slow, not wanting to waste this gorgeous opportunity, cum too quick and ruin it.

She moves, shifting her ass back half an inch, head of my dick nestled between her cheeks, an inch away from her hole. I take that as an invitation, a sign her body wants me just as much as I want her, just staying there, running my hand over my dick, choking down the groan that tries to escape when pre drips out of me onto her underwear, smeared into the fabric. She hasn’t moved, made any sign she wants me to stop, or that she’ll wake, so I take it a little further, slotting myself up the center of her ass, getting a good look, my hips moving almost all on their own, grinding the length of me up her ass, making me hiss, the elbow over my mouth not doing much to keep me quiet. I’m dripping, drooling into the crook of my arm, grinding myself into her, hoping to god she doesn’t wake up, halfway wishing she would, let me see her pretty face, her confused expression.

“Fuck-Nnh-” I pull back, gripping the base of my dick, tapping it against her panties, the spot covering her hole, this whole thing making my head fuzzy, the heat unbearable, shame and guilt building and making the satisfaction sickening, but I don’t have it in me to stop, deny myself anything good, something to calm down whatever sickness is inside me. I slide the head along the crotch of her panties, pausing when she pushes back, pressure on her clit making her flinch, though she’s still asleep, her breath even, her ribs heaving with deep breaths. Her warmth is too inviting, her pussy hot against me, my dick red and slick, begging for release, so eager to push her panties to the side and sink inside, take what I want.

I don’t, just reach over her, dragging her top leg down gently, pausing when she moves, waiting until her breathing goes even to finish, giving myself a couple inches of her thighs pressed together, my dick seated between them, searing hot and painful. I thrust gently, wary to wake her, be caught going this far, sliding my dick against her sweet pussy, giving myself some of the tightness my body’s after by fucking between her thighs, the feeling foreign, her skin much softer and plush than mine, the pleasure unlike anything I’ve experiences before now, the noises I’m letting out barley contained, loud and muffled, my brain hazy, too busy to care much about consequences.

I’m taking it too far, a hand on her hip pulling her back into me, my pace a little quicker than I intended, but she still doesn’t mind, just takes it, her thighs squeezing me, my dick dragging on her clit working her up, even if she’s not conscious for it. I decide to move her panties, just sliding them to the side, my hand shaking as I grip my dick, rubbing it up her slit, spreading the slick there up to her clit, rubbing it with the head of my dick, a choked moan sobbed into my arm when she shakes, nearly cumming from my dick, her thighs trembling and twitching, all raw reaction, nothing fake, just her, and me, giving her what she deserves, letting her feel me in the way she’s supposed to, hoping this isn’t the last time.

I press my head back between her thighs, now sliding easily between, her wetness making it easy, her heat more intense with nothing between us. I’m sure to slide my head along her clit with each thrust, loving her shaking for me, trembling, holding her thighs tight for me, giving me what I’ve been wanting, handing it over on a silver fucking platter. I’m moving faster, light paps of skin on skin filling the room, along with my frantic, heavy breathing, my body searing hot, painfully turned on, my face pressing to the back of her hair, the faint smell of her shampoo making me keen, high and needy, her body shifting, squirming, alarming me, the fear and arousal nearly making me cum right then.

“Le..?” I groan, I can’t help it, her voice is so pretty, and I’ve already been caught, so I might as well keep going, fucking between her thighs, feeling her shake for me, her body tense, nearly there.

“Yeah, ‘s me, just-ah- fuck-! Just- let me finish. I’ll make-Nhh- you finish, ‘s okay…” I’m panting, drooling into her hair, moaning too damn loud when she squeezes her thighs, purposeful, giving me permission, the permission I’ve been dying for, free reign over her perfect body, a willingness I never thought I had the chance of getting.

Reader “Feels good…” He’s fucking my thighs, why I don’t know, but it feels good, woke me up with shaking legs, his dick big and hot against me, the feeling nice, even if it is unexpected and probably kind of illegal.

“Yeah? Shit- Good, that’s so good-hah- You feel so good, warm, so fucking-Nnh-! Pretty-” He has his face buried in my hair, rutting against me, pulling my hips back into his, moaning in a whiny, needy way, his big hand shaky against me. “Wanted you so bad-fuck- can’t believe you- you let me, let me-ah- fuck your pretty thighs. Gonna make you cum, wanna be-Nnh- good, wanna-hah- fuckin’ shit-” He’s losing it, my thighs too tight around him, muscles squeezing tight as my orgasm nears, his thrusts losing their rhythm, his breaths panted into my hair. “Shit, you’re so-ngh- so close, go ahead, please, push this pretty ass back and help me, fuck yourself until you cum. Fuck-! There, so good, can’t-ah-fucking believe it, shit, shit-!” I’m cumming, letting him grind roughly into me, stretching out my orgasm, my low moan drowned out by his loud, whiny moans, all muffled by my hair.

“Le- Stop-” I push against him, but he doesn’t stop, keeps up the harsh pressure on my clit, forcing me through it, not giving me a second of calm before sending me toward another high, the pleasure fuzzy and painful, a new wave of slick wetting his dick and letting him slide easier, keep himself buried between my thighs. “No- shit- no more-!” He groans, his hand slipping around to grip the back of my thigh, lifting it up so my knee faces the ceiling, keeping me from restraining his movement, his other hand holding his dick against me, helping him rut into my clit, my next orgasm coming quick, nearly there already, pain mixing with pleasure in my hazy brain, my dazed moan returned by and eager one.

“Yes, one more time, you sound so pretty. Can’t let you get away with just one, ‘s not good enough, want you to fucking soak my sheets, leave me something to get off to… Shit, just a little more, I know, fuckin’ hurts, yeah?” I’m whining, curling in on myself, mind giving into the sensation, overworked body shying away from the pressure. “Hurts so fucking good, you’re shaking so bad, look so good letting me do what I want, letting me give you more than you can fucking take- ‘s better than I imagined, you’re the perfect- you’re perfect- so pretty- shit, you’re cumming, come on, soak me, yes, yes- My god…” I’m convulsing, his grip on my leg slipping before he rights it, my face pressed into his pillow to keep me quiet, the dull pleasure clouding my mind, making me soft, his fingers working me through it, bringing me back down.

“Leon… Le..? What’re..?” He’s turned me over, is looming over me, looking pained, pensive, his dick red and leaky, hanging heavy a couple inches away from my aching clit. He’s shadowed, looking a little sinister in the dull light of our room, but more hot, large and imposing, scary, somehow enjoyably so.

“Let me fuck you.” My brows draw together, unsure, not exactly opposed, but a little wary of him, since he apparently thought it was fine to use me while I slept. He seems off, less of the usual Leon, a more serious version, his expression hard and determined, but also almost desperate. I usually would have zero problem, he’s handsome, of course, and if he would’ve made a move under normal circumstances I’d be happy to oblige.

“Okay.” He groans, leaning down over me and kissing me, a little harsher than I’m used to, moaning against my lips and prodding against my entrance. This is disgusting, but he’s good at it, has me whining and out of it, something I’ve never had before, the only drawback being his apparent inability to ask, which he’s trying to mend, giving me a questioning look with his head pressed to my hole, sinking slowly inside once I nod, his head lolled back in some form of ecstasy, a low, shaky groan passing his lips. “Jesus, big-” I squirm, but he holds me to him with a grip on my hip, keeping himself seated inside, kissing me and moaning and shaking. He pulls out, all the way, staring down as he nudges his way back inside, the stretch a little much, but not painful, the pain coming when he presses a thumb to my clit, not moving it, just letting me get friction from him pulling my hips to meet languid thrusts.

“No-! Hey-nnh-! Stop! Le-” He ignores me, leaning over me a little and releasing my hip, resting his hand on my lower stomach instead, putting pressure there, the angle and force letting him hit the spot he was going for, my light pleased noise earning me a satisfied groan, his head hanging, his pace quickening, hips slamming into my thighs, thumb working on my clit making me clench around him.

“Ah- Feels so good- so-Nnh- pretty-! Gonna cum inside-fuck- inside-ah- shit-! You’re gonna-hah- gonna cum again. Squeeze-nnh- squeeze me-” I’m whining, my muscles painfully tight, his rough fingers harsh on my clit, my brain hazy with pleasure, his face above mine, my knees pressed nearly to my chest. “Want to- you to-ah- be mine-nnh- Wanna fuck- you and make you feel good every-hah-day. C’mon, cum for-nnh- me, one more time, god you’re fucked- all fucked- out from my dick, shit-!” I’m squeezing him, my orgasm nothing but the relaxation of tight muscles, the feeling of his dick twitching inside drawing a low moan out of me. “There you go, so-tight-! So good, perfect, so fucking-ah- pretty-!” He slumps over me, filling me up, warmth flooding my insides a pleasant feeling, the pleasure settled over me like a blanket, fuzzy and full-body. “Shit, milking me- fuckin’ squeezing the life out of me, so damn good…” He doesn’t pull out, just stays slumped over, me, unmoving, until I press a hand to his shoulder, making a displeased noise and refusing to get out of me. “Not yet.” I can feel his release leaking out of me, staining his sheets, but he does’t mind just breathes against me for a few more seconds before pullin back, sitting back on his haunches and staring at me while I sit up, messy and mostly dressed, clothes and hair out of place.

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“How was she tonight?” He got home a few minutes ago, scared the hell out of me when I stood up from putting some dishes away to see him stood in the doorway of the kitchen. He’s making himself busy, looking through his little shelf of alcohol, grabbing his favorite and bringing it over to the island, which I’m now leaning on, watching him.

“A perfect angel, as always. You’ve raised a good kid, Mr. Kennedy.” He really has, she’s the most well-behaved child I’ve ever babysat, by a long shot, listens perfectly well, never does much to offend other than ask some questions I’m not well equipped to answer.

“We’ve raised her, really. You see ‘er just about as much as I do.” I give him a look, shocked at his casual statement, well aware he doesn’t mean it that way, he’s just comfortable, never thinking too much while he’s home, his job taxing enough for him to need a break while he’s off the clock. We’ve known each other for years, since I was sixteen, since little Sherry was just a baby. We’ve grown close, me being in college and lacking friends, him being not much of a fan of people, he says, besides his daughter and me.

“I guess so. I just think she’s a sweetheart, just like her daddy.” I’m teasing, making a little cooing noise at him as he pours himself a drink, his amused eyes meeting mine, brows raised.

“A sweetheart, huh? If anything she got that from you.” He takes a drink, nodding his head toward the living room, looking back over his shoulder to be sure I’m following as he clears the doorway, leading us over to the couch and slumping down into it, setting his bottle down on the coffee table, swirling his glass as he watches me seat myself beside him. “Want some?” He offers me the glass, and I take it, taking a gulp and handing it back with a small grimace.

“Disgusting.” It really is, and it’s all he drinks, some fancy bourbon I can never remember the name of. “She asked again today.” It’s been three days in a row, she’s asked the same, terribly embarrassing question.

“Yeah, and what’d you say?” He’s amused, though he really shouldn’t be, her assumption could cause problems if she goes blabbing about it at school, telling people her daddy’s girlfriend is his babysitter.

“Told her you’d answer that.” He gives me a look, and I shrug, taking his glass and downing another mouthful, setting it back into his palm once I’m done. “Don’t look at me like that, I got scared.” She’s been adamant, demanding to know about my relationship with her father, the truth being I don’t have one, at least not in that way, even if I do have a secret yearning for it, the man seated beside me a temptation I would happily indulge if being with someone twice my age wasn’t something so taboo.

“Why wouldn’t you just say no? Unless you… Wanted to be?” He’s finding this amusing, giving me a teasing smile before having another sip of alcohol, his legs spread and taking up too much room. He makes me feel small, always, towering over me or doing simple things that show off just how big he is, how fit, insanely muscular.

“No. I just-uh- I mean-”

“Calm down, kid, I’m just messing with you.” The way he’s looking at me is making me nervous, like he isn’t all that adverse to the idea, which isn’t all that surprising, we’ve gotten maybe a little too comfortable, even if we haven’t crossed the line technically. conversations have been veering into tricky territory more and more lately, thinly veiled flirting and too personal questions leading us further down whatever depraved path we've been headed down. “But if you wait around long enough for me to have a couple more of these…” He raises his glass, and his brows, giving me a teasing smile that does something to me I really wish it didn’t. I can never tell if he’s joking, he’s terribly casual in all situations, never bothered by much, embarrassed by much less.

“Mr. Kennedy… You’re being awfully forward…” I’m joking, only halfway, curious where this will go if I let it, if we let go of whatever inhibitions have kept us away so far, do what we want without fear of any repercussions.

“Well…” He leans back head lolled to the side to look at me, his glass heavy on his thigh, seeming pleased. “You’re a little too clueless for subtlety, kid.” I frown, and he smiles, offering me his glass, which means something a little different now, something more serious, alcohol from an older man, rather than an offer from my employer. “Why don’t you just tell me what you want.” I take a gulp, passing the glass back to him with a horribly nervous expression, something he enjoys, apparently, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

“I don’t- What? I just… Uh…” He laughs, low and amused, reaching to pour himself another glass, giving me a look out of the corner of his eye. It’s embarrassing, having him know, though I don’t know how long my want has been apparent. I've thought he was attractive since my interview, though the feelings only came recently, in the past couple years.

“Relax, kid… You’re all grown up now, no shame in wanting what you want.” His eyes are a little low, smirk sinful, lips meeting his glass for a sip of his drink as he watches me, letting me shake with nervous energy, his cool demeanor only making it worse, much more embarrassing that I’m this far gone for a man nearly twice my age. “Just saying, ‘m sure that boyfriend isn’t all that good…” I reach for his glass, and he lets me, watching me take a gulp, then another, setting it back into his waiting hand, leaning back into my seat when his eyes meet mine. The tension is painful almost, both of us well aware of where this could end up, years of buildup brought to light in a seemingly random moment.

“Told you we broke up…” He likes to tease me about it, having a boyfriend with teenage boy interests, low income, issues with commitment, the average dating experience for someone my age. Now it all seems like a nudge in his direction, someone willing and able to take care of me, make my life better in a way someone my age can’t. “He wasn’t, though.” He seems pleased, turning a little toward me, giving me a look, curious, calculating.

“What was the problem? No wait- Lemme guess… It was boring.” I don’t look at him, just nod, wringing my hands in my lap, giving him a wide-eyed look when he comes closer, looking large, but not imposing, comfortingly masculine, looming over me in the low light of the living room. “That’s a shame… You must be real pent up, huh?” I can feel his breath on my face, the heat of his body, the excited lilt of his voice, all making me curl in on myself, feeling small, feeble. “You know what I think?” I look at him, probably looking like a cornered animal, though that’s not all, there’s light excitement humming under my skin, making me feel feverish, the thought of his skilled hands making me gooey and willing. “You need someone to take charge… Show you exactly what sex can be, what it feels like to have someone capable of showing you how they feel…” It’s him, and he’s right, I don’t have any desire to be in charge, just to feel good and not be bothered with decisions, even if having the want to relinquish all control is horribly embarrassing.

“Maybe… I don’t know, maybe I like clumsiness…” He gives me a look, finishing his glass and setting it down on the coffee table, staring at me, smirking, his big arm rested along the back of the couch.

“Yeah right. You know you can’t lie to me. I’m right, let’s not try and pretend here, I’m tired of it.” I let out a long breath, just looking at him, not sure what to say, how to shift this from conversation to action, hoping all his talk about experience and control isn’t just a ruse. “So? I know you want it, only question is if you’re willing to do something a little bad.” He’s amused, acting like there isn’t a chance of serious repercussions to our actions, if Sherry found out, her teachers or his friends, my parents.

“Are you?” He’s playing with my hair, sitting close, watching me, enjoying my nervous energy, soothing me with his calm, careful actions.

“Risk isn’t somethin’ that bothers me anymore, kid, ‘s all worth it in my mind, this at least is somethin’ I’ve got a choice in.” Right, he risks his life nearly daily, he has no reason to be scared of something this insignificant. “Look, don’t let me pressure you, we can forget this ever-”

“I want to.” My cheeks are flaming, embarrassment at my outburst simmering under my skin, but I couldn't let him get the wrong idea, assume I’m not into it when really I’m just way too scared to make the first move. His lips quirk up, his huffed laugh breathed into my face, his head tucked down, drawing closer to mine, my eyes closing in anticipation, my whole body warm, his lips half an inch from mine when he pauses, smiling fully when I open my eyes, giving him a shy, inquisitive look.

“Really?” I hum in agreement, and he chuckles, sitting up on his knees facing me, giving me a second of respite in my mind before his hand meets my shoulder, easing me back into the sofa, eyes on mine, lips parted, his body looking so big above me, so capable, strong, a real man. “I’ll make good on my promise then, give you a new set of standards…” He slides his hands up my legs, from ankles up to bent knees, down my thighs, pushing up on the legs of my shorts before moving on, trailing up over my stomach, stopping just below my chest, thumbs teasing between my breasts through my shirt.

“Mr. Kennedy-”

“Leon. From now on.” I nod, breathing going ragged when he shifts overtop me, one hand planted beside my head, hair swept out of the way, his other trailing down my side, his eyes on my face. “Anything I should know? Something you like?” I think it over, unsure what to say, what I really like, so much of my time spent doing whatever I’m told, giving more than I’m given.

“Uh… I don’t know?” His fingers slip up under my shirt, rough skin against my side making me squirm, his small smile not lost on me, baby blue locked on my expression, relishing my inexperience, happy to be the best I’ve ever had, the anticipation already a pleasurable experience I’m not used to.

“Hm…” He leans himself down, face right above mine, body nearly touching mine, but not yet, leaving the both of us needier, more worked up by doing nothing. “We’ll have to fix that.” He kisses me, slower than I expected, chapped lips less of a turnoff than I would have imagined, his thumb fanning gently over my skin. He hums in approval when I kiss him back, letting him set the pace, keeping it slow, passionate, moving in a practiced way, aware of his effect, smiling against me when I start to breathe heavy, getting too little relief to be all that comfortable, all in the best way possible. “There we go… This is more you, you’re not shy…” He kisses along my jaw, pace lazy, leaving slick spots in his wake, nosing at me to tilt my head back to give him some more room. “You’re so cute… Heart’s fuckin’ hammering… Feeling excited, sweet girl?” I heave a shaky sigh, staring up at the ceiling, my mouth dry, one hand gripped to the front of his shirt, the other balled tight at my side. He’s mouthing at my pulse, letting out pleased noises and long, happy breaths, his fingers slowly working their way up my shirt, sure to give attention to the entirety of my skin, chilled fingertips running over my ribs making me shiver.

“Leon, Sherry… She could come in…” I’m not doing much to stop him, admittedly, just letting him hover over me, making me feel good, even in such a simple way, the attention to my enjoyment doing more for me than anything else.

“ ‘S okay… She’s asleep, yeah?” He never worries much, which I guess is admirable, except when his daughter could wander out of her room and witness him ruining her babysitter. “It’s okay… Relax… Focus on me… Let me make you feel good.” He kisses down my throat, his back bent to give him access, his body large above me, his soothing words and presence leeching away any worries I have, leaving me soft on the sofa below him.

“Daddy?” My eyes blow wide, and I struggle beneath him, trying to shove him off, but he presses his hand to my forehead, giving me a heated look and holding my hands down on my stomach with his other.

“Yes baby?” She’s standing at the edge of the hall, her favorite teddy bear hanging from her little hand, dragging the floor. She looks incredibly cute, half asleep, looking at us confusedly, and I would be melting from how adorable she is if I wasn’t beet red with her father sat up above me.

“What’re you doing?” Jesus Christ, straight to the point, I guess, which is fair.

“Well, I think she has a fever, but she wouldn’t let me check.” An idiotic excuse, really, but she takes it, nodding lightly and wandering over, my eyes following Leon’s hand once he releases mine, adjusting his erection, still terribly obvious through his jeans. She stands beside us, seeming worried, pulling her dad’s hand off my face, holding up a scolding finger toward him.

“You can’t touch her if she doesn’t want. Right?” She looks to me, questioning if she remembered her morals correctly, and I nod, giving her a light smile, pleased she took me seriously after our little consent talk. He looks distraught, unhappy to be seen as breaking the rules, being a bad role model in any capacity.

“You’re right, sweetheart.” He gets off me, swinging his leg over the side of the couch and standing beside Sherry, both of them watching me sit myself up. “Sorry, kid. I’ll ask next time, yeah?” I hold down my smile, suggestiveness obvious in his voice, not that Sherry can tell, she’s just glad to see him behaving, smiling and seating herself down beside me, playing with my hair.

“Yeah, you better ask! Be a good daddy!” That makes me laugh, her pleased smile at being amusing beaming up into my blushing face.

“I will, baby, swear it. Now, what’re you doin’ up?” He seats himself down on the edge of the sofa, beside my hip, eyes flitting between mine and his daughter’s.

“Didn’t wanna sleep anymore.” She shrugs, all casual, so much of her father, doing the little frown he does when he’s feigning indifference.

“Well, if I have to be a good daddy you have to be a good daughter, yeah? That means not being up past bedtime.” He gives her a look, and she sighs, standing herself up and pressing up onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck.

“Night, daddy.” He tells her goodnight, and she releases him, turning to me, pausing halfway toward me. “Are you staying the night?”

“She’s sick, I don’t want her to drive.” He doesn’t give me the chance to answer, thankfully, my reply would’ve been entirely idiotic, not even believable by a child.

“Right. Can I call you mommy, then, if you’re gonna stay here?” That gets us both, mouths gaping wide, her craving for someone to fill the motherly role not something foreign, but something she’s not usually so brazen with, asking me to attend school events to have someone there, never suggesting the fact she actually sees me as her mother.

“It’s time to get back to bed, sweetheart, okay?” She frowns, but nods, leaning down to give me a quick hug before heading back down the hall, teddy dragging along wood flooring, her footsteps fading into nothing. “Wanna talk about that?” He looks awkward, one of the few times I’ve seen something catch him off-guard, make him uncomfortable, if only because that’s not a conversation we’ve had for ourselves yet, being together a more serious offense than a one time tryst no one will ever know about.

“Later.” He smiles, only a little, shaking his head at the suggestive look on my face, waiting for him to get back to what he was doing, continue uninterrupted.

“Later?” He’s leaning back over me, up on one knee, forcing me to lay back down to give him room, looking down at me with a mostly unreadable expression, a little questioning, careful. He has a hand outside my upper arm, propping himself up above me, his look a little more raw than usual, unguarded. “Okay… Does that mean your response depends on my performance?” He presses his lips to the corner of mine, pulling back when I chase the contact, giving me some more of his delicious anticipation, keeping me on edge, staring at me, waiting on a response I nearly forget to give.

“Maybe… But I don’t even know your thoughts…” He leans down over me, tucking his face into my neck, his hand ghosting up my side making me shiver, his breath hot against my skin.

“Yes you do… You know exactly what I want. I’m not a low-commitment kinda guy, you know that.” I draw in a shaky breath, afraid of what this means, how far this little scenario could go, the fact he wants it bad enough to overlook the taboo nature of whatever we’re doing.

“Later.” He hums, kissing his way up my throat, pulling back to look into my eyes.

“Okay.” He kisses me, humming in approval when I grip the hair at the nape of his neck, moving in time with him, his hip pressing into the outside of my knee, pushing both my legs into the back of the couch to make room for him over me. “There you go… Use those hands, take what you want…” He lets me have a little control, moving him against me, a little needier, his low groan against my lips sending a pleasurable shock through me. “Shit, forgot to ask permission.” He laughs against me, his hand on my side trailing down to grip my thigh, curling almost all the way around, all of him large, his presence the definition of man. He sits up on his hand, head cocked as he looks down at me, seeming soft, pleased, all of his usual tension melted away with something less bothersome to focus on. “Can I… Show you? Please you… Get my hands on this gorgeous body?” His voice is low, rough, purposeful, giving me one more chance to back out before we go too far.

“Yes.” He brings his lips back to mine, his grip on my thigh drawing my leg straight enough for him to get his knee between my legs, his other on the outside of my hip. “Mr- Uh, Leon, should we… Go somewhere else?” He laughs, drawing his lips down the side of my neck, letting his knee drift a little higher, pressure on my crotch over my pants making me flinch.

“In a minute.” He kisses the base of my neck, the spot outside my jugular, sighing against me and dragging his hand up my stomach, pushing my shirt up to just below my chest, nails pressing lightly to my skin when I pull on his hair, his knee against me barely offering any relief, just getting me more worked up, if anything. “You have no idea… How much I’ve wanted this… You asked me why I never had a girlfriend… I was being patient… Waiting on you to stop fuckin’ pretending…” He’s moving his knee against me now, offering a little friction, not doing much other than lengthening the anticipation, his words something I wouldn’t have expected, never had someone be all that talkative during the deed.

“Leon, let’s-”

“Okay, okay…” He slips an arm around my waist, standing up and getting a handle on my ass to keep me supported, carrying me off down the hall. “Ruin my damn fun.” He doesn’t go inside his room, presses me against the wall outside his door, presses his lips harder to mine, a little more desperate, his erection grinding into me forcing a choked noise out of me.

“Le- Too loud.” He trails his lips down, kissing and sucking lightly on my neck, working his hips into me, huffing against my skin, not minding my words, just continuing doing what he feels like, mouthing at my throat and groaning into wet, open-mouthed kisses. I can’t really refuse him, not that I really want to, I’m just worried about Sherry. He groans a little too loud when he uses his grip to force me to meet his hips, and I grip his hair, forcing his face into my neck to muffle his noise, his surprised moan nearly making me feel bad. “Stop being so damn loud.” He likes that, moans into my throat, spit smearing the skin he’s been lathing his lips over, his hand rocking me against him, his free hand coming up to grip the unoccupied side of my throat.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be? You wanna be the boss now?” He doesn’t give me a chance to reply, just slips inside his room, lays me out on his bed, then looks at me, just standing there, trying for a blank expression, the reality a little amused. I lay back on my elbows, looking messy, hair out of place, much like his, shirt pressed halfway up my stomach, chest heaving.

“What?” I narrow my eyes, watching him, not moving, just looking at me, eyes flitting down over my body, feet propped on the bed frame, legs spread a little wider than natural.

“You’re the boss.” He shrugs, crossing his arms, indifferent, other than the raging erection straining against his jeans. “Tell me what to do.” I frown, but decide to give in, not wanting to pass this up, even if he is being decidedly sassy.

“Take your shirt off.” He laughs, using one arm to take it up over his head, tossing it off near the hamper, keeping his eyes on mine, watching me roam my gaze down over pale skin, riddled with scars and such, still pretty, lean and strong. “C’mere.” He gives me a look, watching me sit up before taking the few steps to stand in front of me, looking down on me, looking so damn big, watching me unbutton his pants, unzip them while looking up into his eyes.

“Don’t you think it’s your turn to take something off?” I let his pants fall down his legs, giving him a bemused look before training my eyes down, enjoying the sight of him straining against his boxers, a light wet patch staining the navy fabric.

“I’m the boss, yeah?” He frowns, but relents, his expression gaining a little stress as I look at him, running a hand up his thigh, gripping the band of his boxers over his hip, leaning forward to skim my lips along the opposite side, relishing his nervous swallow. I pull on his boxers, watching his face, loving the sight of his chest heaving as I rid him of the last of his clothes. “Step out.” He does, kicking his clothing off to the side, standing bare in front of me, waiting on further instruction. I lay my face beside his dick, against his hip, sure to breathe against him, sighing at his light shiver, running my fingertips up the underside of him, peering up at him when he cards his fingers through my hair. “Hands off.” He relents, bending down to the side and pulling his belt out of his pants, offering it to me with a small smirk. This powerplay isn’t something I’d usually enjoy, but there’s something about having someone so powerful submit, having someone so used to being in control give it all up to me.

“Go ahead… I don’t mind, master.” He’s teasing, but I can tell his into it, prompting me to do something he’ll enjoy, making it seem like it wasn’t his idea. I take the cool leather from his hands, wrapping it tight around his wrists, fastening it before releasing him, catching his jaw tense when I sit up on my knees to tuck his bound wrist behind his head, keeping them out of my way, and giving myself a delicious view of the muscles in the bottoms of his arms.

“Keep those there, yeah?” He nods, looking a little dazed, enjoying this kind of thing more than I thought after all his talk about me needing someone to take control. I decide to quit delaying, laying my cheek back onto his hip, running my fingers up the length of him and closing them over the tip, pre smearing over my fingers, jerking over him a few times, watching him as I close my mouth around his tip, gentle suction making him groan and let his head tip back.

“Shit, you feel so damn good…” His arms are straining, muscles taut beneath his skin, his eyes low with pleasure, lips parted and heaving heavy breaths. “So pretty… Can’t believe you really- tied me up… Go a little deeper for me, yeah? You can do it, sweet girl, you suck my dick so fuckin’ good.” I listen, not minding, even though I’m meant to be the boss, I take as much as I can, gagging myself on him, watery eyes barely catching his head leaning back to let out a low groan. “There you go, good fuckin’ girl. Now use those hands, cmon, there you go, so good… Such a good- ah- Wish I could touch you, get you off while you suck my dick, get you moaning around me…” I do, no touching necessary, his words already more than working me up. I’m working my hand over what I can’t reach, looking up at him with wet eyes, bobbing up and down him, gagging and moaning on him. “Shit, you’re- so damn good at that… God, gonna make me fuckin’ cum. Keep going, a little longer, pretty girl- shit- Want me to cum down that perfect fucking throat?” I moan around him, and he groans, leaning his head back and twitching in my mouth, ready to bust, strong arms pulling against his restraints. “Jesus, such a good-nnh- girl, being so fuckin’ nasty, gagging on my dick- Fuck! Yeah, you want it? Take it, fuck, take it-!” He’s cumming, letting out a whiny groan when I sink down as far as I can go, staring up at him, his expression worried, brows pulled together, lips parted and red. “Shit, you’re so hot, so pretty crying on my dick. You like that? Feeling me empty down your fucking throat-” He cuts himself off with a low groan, trying to pull away when I keep sucking on him, letting out a choked moan once he gives in, allowing me to work him into overstimulation, his body hunching with how tight he’s wound, eyes closed in painful pleasure. “God, that’s fucking good- ah- hurts- Jesus Christ, please- Nnh-” I pop my mouth off of him when he starts shaking, giving him an innocent look, not believable, apparently, his own expression accusatory.

“What? You liked it…” He sighs, resting his knees on the bed, forcing me back, his size still intimidating even if he doesn’t have much mobility right now. He’s using his hands, even if they are bound, pushing my shirt up and sitting back on his haunches to kiss up my stomach, nosing at my shirt to get it higher.

“Take this off.” I frown, not happy he’s forgetting his role, though I don’t really mind, I’m perfectly happy either way, as long as he makes good on his promise.

“Is that any way to speak to your master?” He leans down, lips close to my ear, his words his against my skin.

“Don’t forget who I am. You had your fun, now let me make good on my promise.” I can’t argue with that, just gulp and pull my shirt up over my head, eyeing him when he sits up above me, straddling my hips, holding his bound wrists up between us. “Take this off.” I give him a look, not happy he’s trying to take away all my power, further the imbalance between us, give himself the chance to show me up even harder than he probably already will.

“Not yet.” He frowns, pulling me up to seated by the front of my bra, staring at me in an unamused fashion until I undo it, tossing it off to the side.

“Fine.” He rolls off me, onto his back resting with bound hands over head, laying there and looking at me. “Take your pants off.” I don’t know what he’s planning, but I listen, taking off my pants and getting rid of them, looking to him for my next move, his small smirk catching me off guard. “Come sit that pretty pussy on my face.” It’s embarrassing, shuffling over, hovering above him, but he seems excited, gripping onto my sides and pulling me down on him, groaning as soon as his mouth makes contact with my messy underwear, staring up at me through messy bangs as he lays his hands back down. “Want you to ride my fuckin’ face, take what you need since you’re refusin’ to let me give you my best.” I sigh, angling my hips to get him to mouth at my clit instead of the wetness on my panties, his lips closing over it making me gasp, my hands leaned on his wrists, holding them down on the bed, leaned forward, pressing my clit harder against his lips. “Nnh- Move these pretty panties to the side, wanna get a taste… Been waiting too damn long.” I do, and he laps at me, giving too light of pressure, eliciting a light, breathy moan, my hips moving against his tongue making him groan against my clit, my fingers tightening their grip on his belt.

“Shit, feels good- You’re good at-” He sucks harshly on my clit, leaving me to choke down my surprised moan, chin tucked to my chest, eyes screwed shut, nails digging into leather and pale skin. Once he’s shut me up he goes back to using his tongue, moving his head along with his strokes, giving me something to time the movement of my hips with, the harsh stimulation leaving me shaky, my orgasm well on its way, when he pauses, speaking against me, letting my near orgasm fade out, my distraught look earning me a light kiss to my clit.

“Shit, so fucking sensitive, yeah? Look so pretty shaking for me, such a good girl… Wonder how much you can take, how long I can draw this out.” He goes back to it, groaning loud and prompting me to dig my nails into his wrists when I tighten my thighs around his head, working my hips against his face, letting my head hang, letting myself chase it, and he loves it, groaning and moving around below me, pulling on his bound hands. I start to shake, and he moans, adding a little more pressure, a few more seconds going by, my orgasm nearly there, a needy moan ripping out of me when I feel it coming. “Not yet.” I groan, lolling my head back and breathing heavy, shifting uncomfortably, wishing he’d stop torturing me.

“Please- stop- Just let me… Let me.” He chuckles, hot breath fanning me making me shiver, his mouth closing over my clit, tongue pressed to me through parted lips, my hips moving a little more desperately against him, rutting into his face, the feel of his scruff a pleasant contrast to the warm softness of his mouth. “Leon, feels-ah- so good, please let me cum, let me-Nnh-!” I’m shaking again, hands too tight on his wrists, the pleasure almost painful, refusing orgasm this long leaving me insanely sensitive. He doesn’t stop, just groans into me and lets me rut into his face, tongue moving against me, light suction from his lips sending me into my orgasm, my hips pausing to squeeze my legs tight around his head, my needy moan returned by the man beneath me, his tongue working me through it, sure to stretch it around as long as possible, only stopping when I lift up off him on shaky legs, escaping him, for a moment, at least.

“One more time? I shake my head, trying to squirm away when his bound hands come for me, dragging me back down, holding me from lifting back up by a forearm pressing to the tops of my thighs, just above his head, forcing some more pleasure and needy noises out of me.

“No- Oh god.. Shit, wait, fucking stop- hah- stop-” He doesn’t, just groans and moves his tongue against me, enjoying himself, getting a little too noisy. “Le- Be-Ah- Be fucking- Quiet-!” I’m shaking, hard, the little pushback I had going against his arm slowly fading, leaving me sat fully on him, which he thoroughly enjoys, groaning and squirming around below me, not bothering to keep composed when I’m close to cumming for a second time, probably gushing slick into his waiting mouth. “Shit, gonna cum, hurts-nnh- fucking hurts-” I slump forward, don’t have much of a choice, my body convulsing above him drawing a guttural groan out of him, my sweaty forehead meeting the sheets, my insides clenching around nothing as he works me down. “Le- Leon… Stop… Stop…” He already has, is sitting up above me when I open my eyes, my on my back, him on his knees between my legs. “How..?” He smiles, reaching with trapped hands to pull my panties down my legs, staring at them, eyeing the wetness soaked into the fabric before tossing them onto his nightstand.

“If you wanted me immobile should’ve put them behind my back. Think this is my first time getting tied up?” I shake my head, still a little dazed, trapped in the afterglow of two consecutive orgasms. He offers me his wrists, prompting me to take off the belt, but I shake my head, watching him frown and sit himself back on his haunches, staring at me, pensive. “Fine.” He lifts his wrists, gripping the tail of the belt between his teeth and pulling, releasing himself while he looks at me, holding the little loop left behind in one hand, letting the other run up my side. “You can have a turn then.” He grabs my wrists before I can even process his words, trapping them and ignoring my struggling, not that I mind, I’m just playing the part. “See how you like not being able to touch.” He presses my arms above my head, leaned halfway over me, looking good, face smeared with slick, lips red and shiny, skin glowing with a sheen of sweat. “You want more? Or are you done?” I shake my head, and he laughs, leaning down to press an affectionate kiss to my lips, sitting back up on his hand above me.

“I’m not done.” He brings his lips back to mine, using his newly freed hand to do some exploring, running his fingertips up my side, sliding his thumb over my nipple, groaning against my lips. “Now, Leon.” He huffs, pulling back to give me a disapproving look, but he relents anyways, shifts to dig around in his nightstand, pulling out a box of condoms, unopened, prying it open to get one out and tossing the box on top of my panties, both piled messily on the surface of his nightstand.

“I haven’t done this in a while… Been waiting on you so damn long…” He holds the condom out to me, huffing a laugh when I frown, pulling on my bound wrists, which don’t budge. He opens it himself, rolling it down over his dick while he stares at me, teasing, affectionate in his nonchalant way. “I’ll last longer next time, get you to squeeze this pretty pussy on me twice before I get off… ‘s just, you soaking my fuckin’ face got me real worked up…” He slots himself at my entrance, looking at me, letting out a choked noise when I rock against him, prompting him to sink inside, way too slow, even if he is bigger than I’m used to.

“I won’t break, Leon.” He scoffs, pushing in further after I thought he’d bottomed out, letting out a low groan and leaving himself fully inside, the stretch intense, but still pleasurable, a nice fit, the size pleasing to some small, primitive part of my brain.

“Shit… You feel so good, so fuckin’ warm, wrapped so nice around me.” He moves, keeping a moderate pace, trying to last as long as possible, I suppose. “Shit, ‘s a school night, ‘m-ah- Keeping you up.” I frown, dropping it when his thumb presses to my clit, his other hand lifting my leg up to hook my heel over his shoulder, letting him deeper, pressing into my cervix, the discomfort somehow pleasurable, a dull ache to offset the harsh stimulation on my clit. He’s speeding up, thrusting in time with his little circles on my clit, the sound of his hips hitting my thighs and the wetness squelching around him making us both moan. “Goddamn, you look so fuckin’ good, bouncing on my-nnh- dick, all messy for me… So pretty, most gorgeous-hah- fuckin- shit- gorgeous girl- ever… Need you to cum again, squeeze me so fuckin’ good. C’mon, you’re shaking, I know you can do it, gonna make you cum all over my dick, soak my sheets like you soaked my fuckin’ sheets.” That gets me, I whine, loud and needy, cutting myself off once I realize what I’ve done, the restraints on my wrists starting to dig into my skin with how tense I am, shaking with another impending orgasm, the tight feeling there, the high refusing to come.

“Le- Can’t- Hurts-” I squirm, and he leans over me, the new angle making me let out another needy noise, his lips cutting me off, harsh against mine, his hips rutting more shallowly into me, his thumb pressing hard to my clit as he frees my wrists, not looking at what he’s doing but getting the belt off anyways, tossing it off the edge of the bed and parting from my lips to let out a low groan, his hips stuttering for a moment, nearly there, probably just as close as me.

“There you go, pretty girl, now cum for me, I know you can. You’re so fucking ready, whining and squeezing me like that…” He holds onto my wrists, just above my head, his weight on me a little painful, but it sends a rush through me, being held down, no chance to escape, forced to stay right here and take what he gives me. “There you go, give it to me, I know, three is a little much, but you can handle it, I know you can. Be a good girl, yes, there it is, shit, good girl, good fuckin-” He groans, low and guttural, dick twitching and emptying into the condom, his hips slowing, grinding into me, stretching out both our orgasms. “God, you’re being so- shit- damn loud… Sound so pretty… So pretty for me…” Once we both come down he pulls out, leaning down to press some affectionate kisses to my lips, parting from me to dispose of the condom, not seeming at all bothered to wander around completely naked while I watch.

“So uh… What does this mean?” I sit up, taking the worn tee he hands me, not keen to put my shorts back on when I’m this big of a mess. He stands in front of me, now with pants, looking down at me with a soft expression, all his usual aloofness faded into something serious, worry creasing his brow.

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Dinner’s nearly finished, the only thing left to take care of is straining the pasta and dumping it in with the sauce. I’m hoping he’s home on time tonight, he’s been off on a mission in Spain, rescuing the president’s daughter. I haven’t gotten many details, only short calls ensuring me he’s alive and he’ll be back soon, the most recent coming from the plane delivering him back to me.

“Smells good in here.” I whirl around, a little overeager, flipping the burner off before meeting him halfway, capturing him in my arms, same as always, his arms crushing me against him, both of us ignoring the blood and bruises for now, content holding onto each other, his face ducked to press to the side of my hair.

“Hi.” He huffs out a laugh, pressing his lips to my hair and breathing me in, one of his hands drifting up and down my side.

“Hey, princess. You making parmesan?” I smile into his chest, turning my head up to look into his face, some thin cuts and a bruise on his jaw making my gut wrench, his dedication to his work has always bothered me, but I don’t comment, well aware it’s not by choice he does what he does.

“Yeah. It’s almost done, let me go and I’ll finish.” I’m sure he’s starving, he’s been gone for nearly a week, chasing after Ashley, the mission a lot less straightforward than the debrief suggested. He frowns, holding me tighter, kissing my forehead when I push against him, holding me there and sighing against me.

“Not yet. Missed you, stay here a minute.” I huff, though I do secretly love his clingyness, showing of just how important I am, even if I am decidedly plain compared to him.

“Come with me to the stove, then, I don’t want it to burn.” He sighs, releasing me, dropping his grip down to one hand, trailing along behind me back into the kitchen. “You’re gonna have to let go, I need to strain this.” He gives me a look, dissatisfied, bringing my knuckles up to lay a wet kiss to my skin before letting me go, leaning on the counter beside the stove, watching me bring the pasta over to the sink, pouring it over the strainer, placing the pot on the counter so I can shake the excess water out of the pasta. Cool hands meet my hips, trailing around to wrap over my stomach, his body pressing into me, his head ducked to press his face into the crook of my neck.

“Really? Can’t wait a couple minutes?” I’m teasing, leaning my head to the side to give him a little more room, his hair tickling my exposed neck and shoulder. He slides one hand up my stomach, his body pressing me into the counter, a deep breath through his nose drawn in from my neck making me shiver.

“No… I love you…” He kisses my neck, the spot above my collar bone, nosing at it and drawing in another long breath, letting out a pleased noise on his exhale. “God you smell good.” This is new, he’s never mentioned my smell before, not that I really have one, at least not right now, out of the shower this morning, no perfume or lotion on he could be smelling. He breathes me in again, letting out a groan and pressing himself into me.

“Leon, what are you-?” I turn around in his hold, his look odd, dazed, almost, before he blinks it away, back to my Leon, all casual, not huffing my neck like it’s some kind of drug he can't get enough of.

“Sorry… I don’t know, I just- I missed you. Let me help.” He reaches around me, picking up the little strainer and carrying it back over to the stove, dumping it into the sauce simmering on the back burner, letting me watch him, his hand running roughly over his face as he stirs the pasta in.

“You okay? Tired?” I make my way over, standing beside him, leaned on the counter, a light hand rubbing his back making him stiffen, a ragged breath pulling from his chest. He’s finished, looking at me as I try my best to soothe him, his expression a little distraught, confused, maybe.

“I’m fine. I don’t know… Let’s just eat, yeah?” I nod, letting him carry the food over to the dining room while I collect plates and forks, meeting him and uttering a quick “Thanks” when he pulls my chair out for me. He lingers, running his hand over my hair, letting his thumb fan over the spot he was nosing on my neck and leaning over to press a soft kiss to the top of my head.

“Sit down, Leon, it’s gonna get cold.” He sighs, moving to take his seat, dragging it a little closer before sitting himself down, just looking at me, making no move to serve himself, staring, sitting close as he can get. “Hey, if you wanna shower first-”

“No, shit, sorry princess, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He takes my plate, serving me, then himself, giving my worried look a tight smile as he picks up his fork, his free hand rubbing at his forehead as he collects a bit. “Don’t worry, okay? Just… Feeling weird.” An unsatisfactory explanation, and he knows it, giving me a sorry look and shoving his fork into his mouth.

“Weird?” I take a bite myself, and it’s of course delicious, his favorite meal, an easy one, simple and pleasing, especially for someone who’s been lacking in food the past week. He closes his eyes, resting his head in his hand, heaving a heavy sigh.

“Yeah… It’ll go away, it’s okay.” He’s not convincing, but I let it go, not wanting to ruin dinner by pressing him for information, the rest of our meal spent in relative quiet, the dishes piled in soapy water once we’re done.

“Just go shower, okay? I’ll be here.” He doesn’t want to, asked me to come with him, but I need to finish the dishes, and I’ve already showered today. He groans, stepping behind me to cling to me, big arms tight around my waist, his head tucked into my neck, breathing me in, hips pressing into my ass.

“Can’t… Wanna stay here…” He’s being too much, more obsessive than usual, refusing a shower he’d usually be dying for after a long mission to get some more time against me, sniffing whatever scent he’s suddenly become so fascinated with. “Love you so much… You’re so good… My pretty girl…” He sounds dazed, groggy, mouthing at that same spot, letting his hips press into me, his erection obvious through dirty cargos.

“You’re horny? That’s it?” I’m shocked, not that he wants it, but at the way he’s going about it, acting like I’m the only thing he can put his attention on, like he can’t bear to tear himself away from me.

“That’s not… I just- I want you.” He’s breathing heavy, nosing at my throat, letting out a light groan when I press back into him, willing to indulge, even if this is a little unusual. I grip the counter, gasping when his teeth graze the spot he’s been ruining. “Sorry… Shit, smells so fucking good, need you so bad…” I reach back to grip him by his hair, my eyes widening when they meet his, black, veiny looking tendrils spread out around them, darkness visible beneath his skin.

“Leon, what’s-? Your face is-”

“Shit, thought that was taken care of.” He doesn’t seem eager to explain, only to press his lips to mine, groaning and sliding a hand up to grip the side of my neck, giving himself a better angle, his body pressing mine into the counter.

“Hey, wait-”

“Please-! Just- fuck, I don’t- hnn-” He tucks his face back down, grinding himself into me, his needy tone turning me on more than I’d like to admit. “I don’t know what- What it is, just need you… Need you right now.” I give in, pushing back into him, making him moan, loud and whiny, his lips latched onto my neck, sucking on that spot. I’m worried, but he’s so needy, frantic, mouthing at my neck and holding me tight, keeping me against him, acting like he’s scared I’ll leave him in this state. “It’s your smell… Driving me fucking crazy…” He lets me turn around, stares at me, eyes hazy, black veins spread out over his skin, expression dazed, attention solely on me.

“You mean the plaga… Did this?” I press my palms to the sides of his face, running my thumbs over the black beneath his skin, letting him pull my legs up over his hips, his dick seeming hotter than usual, all of him, really, a light sheen of sweat shining on his skin.

“Think so, fuckers said it was a gift… It’s hot, fucking hurts.” I kiss him, letting him set the pace, quick and needy, his hands on my ass squeezing and pressing me into him, his low groan breathed into my mouth. “That’s so good… Never felt this good…” He’s walking off toward the bedroom, dipping down to kiss at my neck before crawling onto the bed, him seated over me, just looking at me, expression pained, hands light on my hips. “Something’s wrong in my head, thinking like a damn animal.” He leans down, moaning and squirming once his lips meet my throat, teeth closing over my skin, his hands squeezing harshly on my hips making me let out a displeased noise. “Sorry baby, sorry… I’m trying-fuck- I’ll be good, good boyfriend, make you feel good.” He kisses his bite, licking it, groaning and pulling back to take a look, a loud moan ripping out of him as he eyes his mark, his lips meeting mine in a harsh kiss, hands roaming up under my shirt, nails digging into the skin of my stomach when he grinds into me, rough, hips digging into the backs of my thighs.

“Being a little rough, yeah?” I don’t mind, not really, not when he needs it this bad, when he sounds so desperate, moaning loud before trailing his lips down, rushed, feverish kisses planted down my jaw, my neck, my hands dug into his hair and gripped tight to his bicep.

“I’m sorry… Sorry… Can’t help it, you’re making me- god, you smell so fucking good.” He brings one hand down, eagerly shoving his fingers past the band of my shorts, groaning into my throat when his thumb meets my clit, mouthing at his bite, the flesh there tender, pain something that should bother me a little more, probably would if he seemed in better control of his actions. “You’re all I can think about… It’s so hot it fucking hurts… Need you to help me, make it go away…” He pulls away from my neck, sitting himself up and looking at me, chest heaving, watching my face and rubbing me through my panties, veins spread down over his chest and arms, his dick straining against his cargos. “I can be good… I’ll make you feel good, be a good boyfriend…” He dips his fingers down, feeling the slick-soaked patch of my underwear, groaning and using his other hand to pull at my shorts, barely getting them off before he shoves himself between my legs, thumb pressing harder to my clit, face against me, breathing in, tongue lapping at the wetness on my panties. “Shit… You’re so hot, so damn pretty… Making me wanna bury my dick inside and never stop making you feel good.” He whines, sucking on my underwear, squirming around, his free hand wrapped tight around my thigh.

“Leon?” I can only see his eyes, clouded and pained, meeting mine as he slips his thumb under the side of my panties, swiping slick up to my clit and rubbing smooth, rough circles. “Are you sure this is... “ He doesn’t respond, just grips onto my panties, ripping them off, my wide eyes ignored, his closed as he presses his face into me, groaning and licking at my wetness, his tongue lapping over my clit making me moan, my hands dug into his hair egging him on, his hips pressing into the bed.

“You taste so good… It hurts, my dick’s fucking aching, all for you. Wanna make you mine over and over, fill this pussy so good you can’t think of anything but me.” He groans, pressing his thumb back to my clit, rubbing harshly, his lips pressed into my wetness, kissing at my hole before pulling back, watching as he pushes two fingers inside, knuckle deep, just leaving them there, eyes flitting up to my face as he works his thumb against me. “All mine… My pretty girl… I love you so fucking much, want you forever… Never let you out of this fucking bed.” He’s getting harder to understand, breathless, needy words spoken barely above a whisper, his face moving to press into my thigh, watching my face, the rough skin of his thumb against me making me shake. “You can’t cum yet… Need you to cum on my dick, fuckin’ hold me inside while I cream your perfect- nnh-!” I clench around his fingers, and he pulls them out, the pressure of my near orgasm leaving me in an instant, my eyes on him when he pushes his fingers into his mouth, cleaning off the mess before leaning down, pressing his lips to mine, pushing my shirt up to expose my chest, squeezing with one hand and running his dick over my slit with the other, apparently not keen to get his clothes off before getting to business.

“Hey, wait, get a condom.” He groans, pressing against my entrance, the head feeling larger than usual, swollen beyond its usual girth, painful when he pushes, stretching me without fully pressing inside.

“Don’t make me- please- I need to- Let me cum inside.” He looks scared, chest heaving with frantic breaths, his head falling down to rest in the crook of my neck, his voice whiny and uneven, skin running too hot against mine, his hand shaking against my side. “Please… Please baby, it hurts, I need it…” He stops prodding at my entrance, slotting himself against me in the mean time, calming himself down a little with a deep breath against my neck.

“Leon… Are you sure you… Need it?” He moans, grinding into me, mouthing at my throat, pressing his nails into my side, barely keeping himself together with how needy he is, shaky and hot and messy, drooling all over my throat.

“Yes, need to-nnh- cum inside, make you mine, fill you so fucking full-Oh god-” He grinds himself up into me again, waiting for my approval, sucking harshly on my throat, his hand gripping, his whole body shaking against me. “Please baby… Please, just until it goes away, wanna feel you-” I roll us over, seating myself above him, running a hand down his stomach, watching his face, desperate, eyes cast down at his leaky dick laying on his stomach, a pained expression ruining his pretty face when I run my fingers over the length of him. “Stop-! Jesus Christ you’re-fuck-! You’re- ah- hurting me. Let me inside- please- ‘s too hot, I can’t- need you to-” I sink down on him, giving him his wish, his dick painfully swollen, stretching me out, pressed tight to my cervix once I’m seated above him. “Shit-! Yes, god, that’s it… Feels so good, so prefect for me, such a good-nnh…” He doesn’t let me do much work, just meets my hips, using his hands to lift me up and slam me back down, being harsher than usual, but it still feels good, his face one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen, completely fucked, whiny coos and begging passing his lips as he slams into me.

“Le- God, you’re- Ah- so good.” That gets him, he whines, reaching to press his thumb to my clit, using his other to continue fucking me on him, pausing to hold my hips up, thrusting up into me, setting a quicker pace, moaning when I clench around him, my legs shaking from working over him, his thumb and rough pace working me up quick.

“Ah- you- You’re so- shit- fucking pretty… Such a good girl- nnh- I love you- love- fuck-!” He’s shaking, whiny and breathless, barely able to keep his rhythm, moaning loudly when I lean back to plant a hand on his thigh, letting him fuck up into me, shoving himself as deep as he’ll go, my insides feeling numb from how rough he’s being, the pleasure from his thumb on my clit keeping me from worrying too much about how sore I’ll be tomorrow. “Need you to cum… Wanna feel it, have you squeeze me, fuck… Gonna make you mine, cum inside this tight-nnh- Make sure you’re full, be good-ah- a good fucking-shit…” He’s cumming, and so am I, the whole thing a hazy warm pleasure, his lips kissing his mark on my neck, the feeling of him emptying inside making it all more intense, satisfying, in some sick way. “Yes, feels so good, fuck, so perfect, letting me-ah- cum inside, make you mine, fucking-nnh- mine-” He starts moving again once I release him, pulling halfway out before pressing back inside, fucking his mess deeper, groaning and sitting up to watch.

“Leon, no more.” I try to pull off him, but he holds me still, giving me a pleading look, his skin still feverish, his dick filling back out as he thrusts slowly up into me, stretching me back out with an obscenely lusty, fucked out look on his face.

“One more time…” He lets me pull up off him, using my kneeling stance to roll us over, sitting up above me to look at his mess, breathing heavy and looking pained when he presses two fingers inside, gathering whatever had leaked out of me on shaking fingers and pushing it back inside, using it as lube, watching his fingers move, not at all minding my squirming. “Just- One more time, okay? Please, I know you can do it, I’ll take care of you… Can we..?” I sigh, nodding, still breathing heavy from the rough treatment from the first round, a little afraid of how he’ll be now that he has proper mobility.

“Okay. Can you… Be a little more gentle?” He frowns, leaning over me to press a feverish, sweet kiss to my lips, pulling back to look at me, swollen dick pressing against me, pushing its way inside, the stretch worse than before, if that’s even possible.

“ ‘m sorry, baby, I’m trying… Just- Fuck, I’m not good…” He sounds distraught, leaning his face down to nose at my neck, breathing me in, some of the tension releasing from his shoulders as he slumps down over me. “I can be good… I’ll go-ah- slow…” He pushes his way inside, sinking all the way in before pulling back out, letting out an obscene whine into my neck, slow strokes making us both moan, his body tight to mine, hunched over me, face buried into my throat, moaning and whining, one arm holding him up, the other hand gripped to my hip, slowly pulling me in to meet his thrusts, gentle, the pressure against my cervix duller, the drag of his dick on my insides smoother with his release inside, squelching along with my slick. “Fuck… Is this good? Am I- shit- you have no idea how good you make me feel… I love you so much… so fucking much. Want you forever, wanna-ah- bite into that pretty neck and let-shit- let everyone know you’re mine. All mine-Nnh-” He’s speeding up, sitting up above me, big hands searing hot on my hips, his eyes on my face, watching my expression, letting out low whines and pleasured faces, his grip pulling me into him, letting him press deeper.

“Thought you were-ah- gonna go slow?” He slows down, heeding my wish unnecessarily, groaning loudly when he loses the relief he was getting, thrusting shallow and slow, head hanging as he does. “You don’t have to-” He takes that as the only invitation he needs, going back to his quicker pace, his hands a little tighter on my hips, pulling me down into quick thrusts, bouncing me on his dick, groaning and watching as he presses his thumb back to my clit, his other hand collecting mine when I try to stop him, holding them down against my stomach, the pressure above my pubic bone making his dick drag a little more harshly along my insides, my pleased, dazed moan met with a whiny groan.

“Like that? Shit- That’s it, take it, you were fucking-Hnn- made for it, made for my dick, meant to be-ah- full of me…” I struggle against his grip, not because I want him to stop, but the intensity is ruining me, making me sickly hot, his sticky skin transferring his heat to me, making me clammy. “Need you to take it. Yeah-ah- take my dick, and my cum, fucking- milk me, let me-shit- let me cum inside all fucking night, until I know you’re- mine, until you can’t take another-Hah- fucking second. Until you’re just as needy as me- Shit-!” He’s barley keeping it together, hips now slamming into me, his hands on my hands and one of my thighs, pulling me into rough, deep thrusts, his whiny words making me clench around him, earning myself some pleading whimpers, his head dropping back down to mouth at that same spot, my hands on his side and back, nails digging in making him whimper, hips stalling for half a second before he’s back at it, working his thumb against me, moaning into me when I shake.

“Leon, Le- Oh my god, fucking-! Gonna- Do it with me, please… Nnh- so good, good fucking-” He bites me, not a playful nip, breaks my skin with his teeth, moaning loud into his bite and leaving his teeth dug into my skin, another few thrusts and I’m done for, the dull pleasure mixed with the pain of his bite leaving me mushy, moaning into his shoulder as I clamp down on him, his orgasm coming soon after, hot liquid spilled inside me, his low, feverish chant spoken against my throat.

“Yes, gonna make sure you’re full, be a good boyfriend, stuff you so full of me you’ll never leave, stay with me, my mark on your fucking neck. So pretty, mine, all mine. Shit, wait-” He pulls back, that same pained expression on his face, his dick still hard, flushed bright red, a questionable swollen part at the base a little concerning, considering it was not there a few minutes ago. “Let me back inside.” He sounds scared, like if I don’t relent it would be the worst thing that’s ever happened to him, staring down at his dick, soaked in his own cum and pressed back to my entrance. I feel raw, a little too fucked out, his roughness not something my body’s used to, not that it’s bad, just not what I expected out of tonight. “Fuck, say yes, let me inside, you’re letting it out, wasting it…” He looks sad, staring down at my leaking hole with a forlorn expression.

“Take what you need, yeah?” He groans, eyes flitting up to my face as he presses back inside, his eyes barely open, face flushed, black veins covering the entirety of his skin. “Just- take this off.” I tug on his shirt, and he whips it over his head, pulling out to shuffle his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, pressing back inside and pushing my legs up toward my stomach, a hand on the back of each of my thighs, his dick seated deep, pushing painfully into my cervix and making me groan.

“Fuck, that’s so good, gonna-hah- have to let me a little deeper, need my dick stuck inside, cum so-shit- deep in your perfect fucking-” He cuts himself off, setting a fast pace, slamming into me so hard it brings tears to my eyes, his upper body leaning over me, pressing my thighs into my stomach. “I love you, fuck, love you, wanna make you cum again, be good, I’ll be good, make you cum on my dick, suck me dry, god…” He’s crying, overwhelmed tears streaming down his cheeks, nearly drooling, messy, whining and hammering into me, his nails digging into my skin making me moan, too fucked out to differentiate pain from pleasure, just focused on the heat of him, the full feeling he’s giving me, the swollen base of his dick nudging at my hole.

“Leon- what-?”

“ ‘s okay, it’ll-ah- feel good, don’t worry baby, shit-” I feel another orgasm on its way, a dull pleasure, my body too overstimulated to feel it properly. He’s barely keeping himself together, whining and rutting into me, desperate thrusts almost animal-like, all instinct, his mouth sucking at the bloody skin of my neck. “You’re gonna cum… Gonna push it in, you can take it, fuck, take all of me, need you to. Give it to me, keep feeling good, let me show you what a good-ah- boyfriend- shit- Gonna cum, c’mon baby, give it to me, please, need it, need you so bad, you’re so close, want you to- fuck- yes, yes-” He shoves himself inside, all the way, the stretch making me groan and writhe, but I can’t escape him, he’s stuck inside, held there by the swollen base of his dick.

“Shit, hurts, fucking hurts-”

“Sorry, shit, sorry baby. I’m so fucking sorry, needed to, I’ll fix it, I’ll- ah- Let me…” He rubs my clit, giving my hazy brain something to focus on other than his dick emptying into me a third time, the feeling of warm liquid filling what space is left inside making me release a dazed moan, his own groan low and guttural, the sound turning into a soft whimper when he grinds into me, making me groan and shake, his fingers steady on my clit, forcing me into another orgasm as he moves against me, not able to do much other than grind, his dick seated deep inside. “My god, feels so fucking good, stuck inside you like this, your perfect fucking pussy clamped down on me…” He moans, lifting up onto his elbows to look at me, probably entirely fucked, messy, out of it from four orgasms. “So pretty… You like this? Looks like it…” He kisses me, grinding, the stretch slowly becoming less painful, my body used to his new size.

“No more?” I don’t really have it in me to speak properly, exhausted now that the excitement’s died down and he’s not slamming into me like a damn dog. He sighs, happy, kissing my forehead before sitting up, the shift in position making us both groan, his head shaking lightly side to side. “How long until..?” He looks at me, coming down from his needy haze, the veins slowly disappearing, leaving him my Leon, apart from the new addition to his dick.

“Don’t know… I’m sorry, princess, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with me-”

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“You sure you can finish up on your own?” She’s asked too many times. She’s hovering, has a night out with friends to get to but feels too bad about leaving me on my own to get going. I’m nearly finished, only have some dishes to put away and floors to clean before I’m out as well.

“I really don’t mind. Get going, I’m more than capable.” I give a smile, meant to be convincing, and it seems to work, a soft smile pulling at her own lips as well. She nods, heaving a sigh and moving to collect her things as I start to take care of the dishes left out to dry.

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate it, you know?” She’s sweet, always has been, in all the five or so years I’ve worked with her I’ve never heard a shred of ill will for anyone come out of her mouth, which is why I was so willing to take over the chores to get her out early tonight.

“Yeah, I know, now get the hell out of here.” I wave her off with a smile, and she offers a happy wave of her own before she’s off, out the back door into the parking lot, leaving me alone in the dim light of the cafe. The dishes don’t take long, only about five minutes going by before they’re all stacked and hung in their correct places. I sigh, taking one last look around before grabbing the mop bucket, flipping off the back of house lights as I open the door with my hip, dragging the bucket along behind me out into the dining area.

The mundane tasks have a certain appeal, something so simple and mindless to occupy my time. I don’t mind it, really, being on my own, playing my music on the speakers and cleaning up the mess that has somehow built up over the day. I finish quickly, tucking the mop back in its place and collecting my things before turning off the remaining lights. Once the sign is flipped I’m out, door locked behind me.

The walk isn’t far, only about ten minutes, though it does feel longer these days, now that I have to walk home in the dark, my morning shifts now replaced with closing three to tens. There’s a man, one I’ve seen out this time of night a few times before, trailing along the side of the street opposite me, not too far behind. It’s suspicious, but I decide to ignore it for now, praying him heading the same way as me is just a freak coincidence, my hopes becoming more far fetched as he crosses the street to walk behind me, closer than before, a quick glance over my shoulder confirming he’s around fifty feet back, walking faster than me.

This is not good. I’ve had my fair share of worry, of course, being a woman in a city almost guarantees it, but this feels too real, is making me panic, my hand going for my keys, one of them tucked between my knuckles just in case, and to offer a little peace of mind. It’s short lived, the fear and disgust increasing exponentially when the front of my body is slammed into the building beside me, my nose slamming into brick, a blade held to my throat, a large, warm body pressing into my back.

“Finally I get you alone. Thought I’d never get the chance.” I struggle, kicking back against him and letting out a shriek before his rough hand covers my mouth, nails digging into the skin of my cheek, his body pressing more firmly to mine making me sick to my stomach. “Quit moving so much, pretty girl, just let me have my fun and I’ll let you go.” He’s pushing at my pants, trying to get them down, my desperate struggling and muffled screams doing nothing to stop what’s about to happen.

“Hey! What’s going on over there!?” He’s distracted, only for a second, but I take it, ripping my arm from his grip and slamming my elbow into whatever I can reach, his body torn from mine and tossed to the ground, my savior stepping between me and my assailant as I turn around, my breaths heaving and uneven, hands shaking, my stomach lurching at the sight of the man on the ground, my view of him mostly obscured by the large man standing between us. “Get the hell out of here, if I see you again I’ll beat your disgusting fucking face in.” He sounds pissed, leaning over the smaller man, doing a hell of a job of intimidating him.

“Fuck you man! Fuck you!” He’s cowering, clawing his way up from the ground and feverishly running off, casting looks over his shoulder as he goes, rounding a corner and out of our sight. My mystery man turns toward me, worried, a warm hand coming up to rub the side of my arm in a comforting fashion.

“Are you okay? He didn’t… Uh..?” He looks pained, a light grimace on his face, blue eyes cast off to the side. I nod, heaving a shaky sigh, reaching up to push my hair back out of my face.

“No, he uh… Didn’t get the chance. Thank you, I don’t- I- um-”

“No need, miss. Can I… Walk you home? I’d like to make sure you’re safe.” He gives a tight smile, his eyes trailing down from my eyes, resting on my neck, his free hand coming up to run his thumb across the side of my throat. He looks dazed, just staring and running his finger over the torn flesh there, courtesy of my attacker’s knife.

“Hey, what’re you-”

“Sorry. Sorry, uh… You’re bleeding. It’s uh… Making a mess.” He pulls his thumb back, staring at the red smeared over his finger, his lips parted, chest heaving. He swallows, meeting my eyes and letting his hand fall back to his side. “How far’s your place?” I run my own fingers over the cut, not too deep, but the thin skin is still oozing blood, my fingertips covered when I pull them back.

“Not far. Five minutes maybe. ‘S off Genthburn.” The shock is wearing off, leaving me mostly embarrassed, the man in front of me terribly attractive, looking at me bloodied and in my work clothes, dirty from a hard day of baking and serving.

“Okay. Well, let’s get you home, miss.” He waves me ahead, and falls into step beside me, a comforting hand on my back helping to calm me down a little. It’s cold, colder than most nights in September so far, chills covering my exposed arms and making me shiver. “You’re walking around without a jacket? You’re gonna get yourself sick. Here.” He shucks his bomber off, ignoring my frantically shaking head and holding it out to me.

“I’m fine, I don’t-” He stops walking, and so do I, staring at him with wide eyes, his jacket held up in front of me by the shoulders.

“Turn around. C’mon, can’t let a pretty girl get cold.” I relent, if only to give me a chance to escape his gaze, keep him from seeing the blush spreading over my face as I let him slip his jacket up my arms, the smell of woods and something sweet surrounding me, making me feel soft, a little dazed. “There you go. Much better, huh?” He’s smiling when I turn back around, his head tucked to get a better look at me, his eyes flitting back down to my neck before we’re off again, walking side by side down the empty street.

“So uh, what were you doing out this late?” I’m curious, my sideways glance showing a mildly pleased expression. He has his hands dug into his pockets, his eyes cast forward, seeming incredibly nonchalant, almost too calm, the only tell of stress the tightness of his jaw.

“I’m still a rookie, they like to give me the uh… Less desirable patrols.” A cop. It suits him, I think. Something caring, imposing in a comforting way. I give him a look, and he seems a little embarrassed, something I don’t understand, considering my very obvious service industry attire. “You uh, you work in that cafe. The one on Lafayette.” It isn’t a question, he knows, not that I know how, maybe it’s the uniform, but he seems to be a fan of the cafe, something like that.

“Yeah. How’d you know?” His smile blows wider, his hand sliding down to rest on my lower back, his side brushing my arm as we walk along.

“I’ve seen you. Couldn’t miss somebody cute as you, yeah?” He looks young, early twenties maybe, his face still boyish, cute. “Jesus, I sound like a weirdo.” He chuckles, low and embarrassed, his free hand coming up to rub at his neck. “Just meant… I stop by a lot, the coffees are good. The food too.” I look at him, enjoying his nervous energy, his embarrassment at knowing me when I don’t know him. “I uh- Do you bake? I only see you on the register… Sometimes…” I let him feel it for a few more seconds, his nervous swallow making me smile, keeping eye contact until he takes it away, looking out into the dark and ignoring my pleased expression.

“Yeah. I bake. I’m glad you like the sweets, I don’t usually get to speak with the customers.” He looks at me, at my neck, still oozing blood, probably staining my white shirt. “What’s your favorite?” I’m curious, he seems to be a regular, and I bake a lot of different things, I can’t help but want to know what my best creation is. He smiles, too charming for his own good, both of us stopping at the entrance to my building, his gaze shifting to look inside before meeting my eyes again.

“I like the… Blueberry muffins. A real guilty pleasure, the guys at the station are always on my ass about it. I blame you, you know?” He’s teasing, ducking his head to look at me, his smile lopsided. I scoff, facing him while I grip the cool metal of the door handle, offering an amused smile.

“I’m very sorry I’m such a fantastic baker. You should uh… Let me apologize with a cup of coffee? I’ve got the same beans we do at the cafe.” He seems surprised, though I don’t find it that odd, with the compliments he’s given me and the kindness he’s shown, maybe he just didn’t expect me to be so bold.

“You want me to… Come up?” I nod, raising my brows and holding the door, praying he won’t shoot me down. He smiles, top teeth flashing before he’s reaching over me, holding the door and waving me inside, sending a fluttering feeling through me when he follows behind. “This is a nice place, that baker’s salary must be pretty nice, huh?” I lead us up the stairs, peering at him over my shoulder with a smile as he follows along.

“Partial owner’s salary, but yes, pretty nice.” He stands beside me while I unlock my door, staring at me, bright blue eyes burning into me.

“Owner? Damn, how old are you?” I motion him inside first, and he nods in thanks, moving inside and leaving me to close the door behind us.

“Twenty. You can sit if you like, get comfortable.” I wander past him into the kitchen, collecting the things I need for the perfect cup of coffee.

“D’you need any help?” He’s hovering, just behind me, watching me move, silent, the only tell he’s there is his form in my peripherals.

“No, I offered. Plus I make this every day, I’ve got it handled.” He sighs, but leaves me to work, still standing close, but quiet, just watching me until I’m finished. I turn around, trapped against the counter, blue eyes staring down at my neck.

“This isn’t… Just coffee, is it?” I huff, letting my gaze drop, a little embarrassed, though he doesn’t seem too adverse to the idea of this going further than a friendly thanks. “Because… I’d like to find out if you’re as sweet as your work.” He takes a step forward, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, angling my head up toward him, blue eyes peering down at me.

“That’s a… Good question. Let’s find out.” I pull him down, the kiss a whole lot gentler than I meant it, his lips moving slow and soft against mine, his hand sliding down, thumb stroking at the torn flesh on my throat. After a little while he pulls away, cheeks and lips flushed, eyes low.

“God, I could just eat you up.” I drag him back in, letting out a surprised noise into his mouth when he hoists me up onto the counter, not seeming at all phased by my weight. He trails his lips down, over my jaw, rasping quiet words along the unmarred side of my throat. “You smell so damn good… This is a… Dream come true.” He groans into my neck when his lips press to my pulse, my hand clenching into the front of his shirt drawing him in closer between my spread legs.

“Shit, hey, what’s your name?” I drag him up by his hair, his eyes looking wild, a low rumble ripping through his chest when I pry his lips from my skin.

“Leon. Leon Kennedy. Sorry, rude to not tell you sooner. What’s yours?” I tell him, and he nods, seeming feverish, incredibly eager when he drops back down, nosing at my neck, the bloody side, breathing in deep against my skin and sighing it out. “Pretty name for a pretty girl. Goddamn, you’re… intoxicating. I feel lightheaded.” He kisses my neck, and I gasp, trying and failing to escape his grasp, his tongue running up the side of my throat too sexy for someone licking my blood off my skin, my head feeling a little fuzzy, my mind hazy with a pleasurable buzz I wouldn’t have expected in this situation.

“Hey, what’re you..?” He sighs, running his lips back down my neck, his low groan sending a shock straight down.

“Just… fuck, you are delicious.” He moans, letting his hands rest on my hips as he mouths at my throat, sucking softly on my open wound. It’s unexpected, but I can’t say I really mind, not when he’s enjoying himself so much, or when it feels so damn good. “I’ve never… tasted a person like this before.” He sounds dazed, enamored even, his lips skimming and sucking on my skin, his hands clenching into the meat of my hips. His teeth close over my neck, my pained hiss prompting him to push himself back a step, his teeth showing through parted lips, unnaturally pointed, his eyes flashing red before he blinks it away.

“What the-? What-?” I stare at him, wide eyed, unable to believe what I’m seeing, or what this could mean.

“Um, shit. I uh- I’m… Sorry, didn’t mean to… Bite. Did I scare you? I didn’t mean it, really, just… your blood tastes like pure sugar, sweetheart.” I’m not scared, surprisingly enough, he doesn’t seem to want to hurt me, either that or he’s a hell of a liar.

“There’s no way.” He looks at me, keeping a little distance, my hand coming up to drag him back in by the front of his shirt. I use my other hand to pull up the side of his lip, his canine normal, not at all the elongated, fang-like tooth I saw a few seconds ago.

“They’re for uh… Feeding only.” He speaks quietly, seeming embarrassed, bringing his bloodied thumb up to his mouth and pushing it past his lips, sucking on it, groaning and leaning his head back as he cleans it off. He’s breathing heavy by the time he’s finished, his lips parted when he hooks his thumb in his lip, showing off his fang, white stained with red, his eyes low, his voice earnest and needy. “I won’t… Bite you again. I’m just uh… not used to being so close to humans.” I look at him a few seconds, giving myself some time to process, his look becoming a little more worried prompting me to bring him back in, the taste of iron on his lips less disgusting than I would’ve thought.

“Am I gonna become a vampire?” I’m scared, not of him, but what the result of his bite could mean for me. He shakes his head, resting his forehead to mine, big hands splayed over my thigh and hip.

“No, course not. Venom is… Optional.” I mull it over, finding all this probably hotter than I should, debating my next words, curious and admittedly a little excited at the thought of his teeth digging into my skin.

“Then what’s the harm in a bite?” He groans, loud, ducking his head back down to my throat, kissing and dragging my hips to the edge of the counter, his erection pressing into the crotch of my pants.

“Are you..? I can..?” He cuts himself off with a breathy groan, shoving his face into my neck and staying here, his hands squeezing as he noses his way up my jugular. I nod, and he seems pleased, humming and breathing me in, pressing his body firmer against me. “I won’t kill you. I won’t. Just- Just a taste, that’s all.” He kisses his way up over my jaw, back to my lips, letting out a pleased noise when I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him into me, letting my hands card through his hair and pull softly.

“Let’s uh… Take this somewhere more comfortable, yeah?” He chuckles, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me up, his strength shocking, unparalleled by anything I’ve ever seen.

“Bedroom?”

“First door on the right.” He goes back to kissing, moaning into my mouth and squeezing his hand on my ass as he walks us down the hall, nudging the door open with his foot and laying me out on my bed, looking down on me in a predatory fashion, like I’m his prey, which I guess I am, even if it isn’t quite that simple.

“You’re so pretty.” He leans down over me, propping his knee on the mattress beside my hip, leaning down to press wet kisses along my jaw, up to my lips. He’s mumbling, quiet, nearly too quiet for me to hear, speaking between rushed, needy kisses, his body hovering over mine on knees and elbows. “I can control it… I won’t hurt you… You’re too pretty to ruin.” I pull up on his shirt, humming in approval when he sits up to pull it over his head, gorgeous body on display for me, my eyes roaming his pale skin making him smile. “God, I’m gonna make sure this is the best sex you’ve ever had.” He groans, leaning himself back down to mouth at my neck, his tongue running over my jagged flesh making me feel fuzzy.

“What’s..? It’s… Weird.” He chuckles, his warm breath ticklish on my skin, one of his hands running up my side, bunching my shirt up just below my breasts.

“It’s a… My saliva is like an… Aphrodisiac, meant to keep prey calm and pliable, or in your case, turned on.” He licks the gash again, groaning when I shiver, my body feeling like it’s melting into the mattress, his lips kissing down my throat, over the skin of my chest, his fingers working the buttons of my shirt. “You smell so damn good, better than anything.” He sits back up to take a look at me, shirt unbuttoned, lacy bra on display. “Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He slides his hand up to grip my waist, lifting me up into a seated position, both hands moving to slip my shirt down over my arms, tossing it off toward the floor once he’s finished. “I’m so glad you’re not scared.” I go back to kissing him, holding him to me by the sides of his neck, the lack of warmth in his skin offering a nice contrast to the feverish feeling settled over mine.

“ ‘m not… Shit…” He’s working on my pants, one hand on the button and zipper, the other reaching around to haul me into his lap by my ass, not rough, just strong. I press down on him the second I’m seated above him, sighing into his mouth as he groans softly, using his grip to grind me into him, his breathing labored, a little shaky.

“Fuck… I don’t know… What it is about you… You’re damn perfect… Delicious…” He dips his free hand down, rubbing his thumb lightly over my clit through my pants, earning himself a light moan and a searing kiss, the fuzzy feeling wearing off slowly, letting me feel the heat on my skin. “So warm, feels so good.” He groans, letting his hips meet mine, his hand on my ass squeezing tight, nails digging into me through my pants, lips pressing hard against mine. I press a hand to his stomach, pushing him, but he doesn’t budge, just huffs out a laugh against my lips and grinds himself up a little rougher.

“Leon, can you-”

“Impatient, sweet thing?” He pulls back, eyes a dull burgundy, fangs poking through parted lips. I look at him, his expression sultry, eyes low, chest heaving with uneven, excited breaths. “Fine, we can do it your way.” He grinds into me one more time, groaning and placing a slow, toothy kiss to my lips, pulling back to lay himself back before me.

“I thought they were for feeding only?” I run my thumb over his canine, his shaky exhale breathed onto my hand as he watches me, his hands coming to rest on my hips, big and cold.

“Me too.” He lets me take my time, running my finger over his teeth, skin catching on the pointed edge making him gasp, his fingers squeezing my hips. “It’s a masking thing. You’re not scared, though, so I guess there’s no need.” He’s smiling, red eyes soft, his thumbs stroking up and down the bones of my hips, one hand sneaking down to rub softly on my clit. “Why don’t you come down here, pretty girl, gimme some more of your sweet kisses.” I smile, leaning down, using one hand to hold myself up, letting the thumb of the other press into his mouth, pushing down on his bottom teeth to get him to open wider, loving the look on his face, his attention completely on me, letting me do what I want, pliable beneath me, willing to indulge my desires.

“You’re so handsome.” He closes his mouth around my thumb, sucking on the dried blood and moaning, his eyes falling closed, his chest heaving. He presses his hand inside my pants, opening his eyes to watch his thumb move against my clit through my underwear, gaze flitting up to my face when I drag my thumb along the point of his canine, a thin cut along the side of my finger making him groan and squirm.

“Nnh- You… You taste so good, so sweet.” He sucks on my thumb, his saliva making me feel fuzzy, a static warmth falling over me, his words breathless and rushed. “Wish I could return the favor, shit.” He shifts his hips, giving himself a good angle to grind into me, the harsh pressure of his dick dragging over my clit drawing a low moan out of me, my thumb slipping out of his mouth to smear blood all over his lips. “There we go, I’ll make you feel good, sweet girl.” I lean down, kissing his neck, pushing my bloody thumb back into his mouth, letting out a surprised noise when he closes his teeth over it, grinding into me roughly, one hand on my ass, the other gliding up my back to work the clasp of my bra.

“Thought I was the impatient one.” He smiles around my finger, drawing my bra down my arms, pushing me up to seated and releasing my thumb to get it off, tossing it off the bed before pulling me back down over him, groaning and mouthing at my throat, tongue lathing over the cut there.

“Maybe not, I can’t resist you… Too pretty, too fucking perfect.” His teeth graze my neck, and I gasp, his low chuckle sending goosebumps over my skin. “Don’t be scared, pretty girl, it won’t hurt… Just relax, okay?” My back is pressed into the mattress not even a second later, the movement so fast it makes my head spin. He’s looming over me, eyes low and predatory, fangs poking through his lips, his hands on my side and beside my head.

“It won’t hurt?” He shakes his head, leaning down to kiss at the unmarked side of my throat, lips pressing hard to the skin above my pulse, my head tilting to the side to give him more room making him let out a pleased groan.

“I’ll make it feel good… Are you sure I can..?” He slides his hand up my side, cold fingers gliding over my nipple before he grips my jaw, tilting my head back into the mattress, his lips sucking on my pulse, his knee slipping under my leg to push it up so he can get closer, his hips pressing into mine.

“Yes.” He groans, teeth grazing my skin before he goes back to kissing, leaving messy, rushed kisses down my jugular, pausing at the base of my throat, nose and lips pressed to my skin when he inhales, his hips grinding roughly into me making me gasp. The suspense is killing me, making me shaky, his pale back the only part of him I can see with my head pressed back like this. He noses his way back up, cold body pressed tight to mine, the pointer of the hand holding my jaw pushing its way between my lips, pressing down on my tongue, the taste of blood covering his fingertip making me squirm.

“God, never thought tonight would end like this…” He kisses my pulse, mouthing at it, sucking and lathing his tongue over my skin, groaning and working his hips into me. I’m touching him, one hand gripped to the waist of his pants, the other holding tight to his hair, anticipating the bite, his mouth closing over my throat making me moan, only his teeth don’t do more than press lightly to my skin. He pulls back, eyeing the spot he was just abusing with a dazed look, eyes half closed, mouth gaping, red eyes meeting mine after a few seconds. “Not yet. Want something else from you first…” He pulls his finger out of my mouth, kissing me and groaning at the taste of blood on my lips, his hand sliding down to pull my hips into his.

“Shit, can we get on with it then?” I’m impatient, I know, but I can’t help it, and he can’t really deny me, considering I’ve offered up my neck as his next meal. He smiles, sitting up above me, looking large looking down on me, his chest heaving, red-covered tongue running over his top teeth as he stares at me, smearing blood over his teeth.

“You really are somethin’ else. Making demands to a vampire? Bold, sweetheart.” He smiles, one hand moving to lift my hips, the other pulling down on my pants, slow, watching my face, his tongue licking leftover blood from his lips. “Good thing I don’t mind, be bossy all you want, I’m happy to give you what you want.” He settles himself between my legs, laid out on the bed on his stomach, broad shoulders pressing my thighs apart, his hands held lightly to the fronts of my thighs, bloodied fingers smearing red over my skin.

“Yeah? Move a little faster then, I’m not feeling very patient.” I rut my hips up, giving him a coy smile, and he chuckles, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to my clit through my underwear, staying against me and breathing me in, his nails pressing tighter to my skin, eyes falling closed as he groans.

“Fuck, smells so good, you’re so turned on.” He takes another deep breath, letting out a light moan before he sucks on me through my underwear, red eyes staring up at me, barely open, his fangs poking me through the fabric. He hums when I squirm, his grip easily holding me perfectly still, his strength giving him the ability to do pretty much whatever he wants with me. He pulls back, slipping one hand around to replace his mouth, licking his lips and looking at me. “You’re so damn pretty. Keep staring at me with that fuckin’ look, let me take care of you.” He lays his head on my thigh, eyes flitting back and forth from my face to his working hand, his lips kissing and sucking on the skin of my inner thigh.

“Leon-”

“I know, I know, you want me to hurry up. Just a little longer, like looking at you like this.” I sigh, and he smiles, turning his face toward my leg and dragging his tooth across, cutting a small line before latching his lips to it, sucking and moaning, watching my face as I go fuzzy, vision not fully there, the hazy pleasure of his thumb rubbing my clit turning softer, a more full body experience. He pops his lips off my skin after a few seconds, both of us watching fresh blood pool, his groan making me shiver. He kisses his cut, smearing blood over his lips, seeming almost drunk as he skims his mouth over my bloodied skin, his thumb giving some more pressure making me moan. “That’s it, make some pretty noises for me. Feels good, huh? I’m fuzzy too, you’re so damn tasty.” He sits up a little, swallowing and gripping the band of my panties, pulling down and groaning, sitting up fully to finish getting them off, his expression all lust, desperate and hazy. He doesn’t toss them away, just stares at me as he lifts them to his face, pressing slick-soaked fabric to his mouth and nose and breathing it in, his free hand absently smearing fresh blood over my thigh.

“Hey, perv, quit that.” He pulls them away from his face to look at me, smiling, tossing them off to the side when I raise my eyebrows at him. He leans back down, over me, his mouth closing over my nipple, pointed teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me flinch. He looks up at me, feigned innocence taking over his expression, my own expression unamused. He opens his mouth a little wider, keeping his teeth off my nipple, pressed to the surrounding flesh, his thumb pressing to my clit unexpected, cold, rough skin making me squirm. He groans, dipping down to collect some slick before rubbing light circles, staring at me with low eyes, his teeth pressing down, digging into my skin, sending a pleasurable shiver through me when they break the skin, his face pulling back immediately, opting to lick all over to collect the blood from the four shallow punctures.

“You look good like this. Like seeing me on your skin, giving you a reason to remember me.” I moan, his thumb working a little faster against me the second I let the noise out, his lips closing around one of the spots oozing blood, just above my nipple, his low groan making me fuzzy, eyes watching him, all of him, his mouth on my skin, thumb working against me, his hips rutting into the mattress between my legs. “Okay, fuck, now I’m getting impatient.” He pulls back, lips and chin smeared with blood, his expression lax. He shimmies his way down, resting back between my legs and looking up at me before focusing his gaze down, letting one hand press my thigh into the mattress, his other stroking lightly over the cut on my leg. “Holy shit, I can barely think, want you so fucking bad.” He leans down, pressing his face into me, lips and teeth against my slick, his tongue coming out to lick up the length of me, a pleased hum vibrating against me when I arch up into him, ready for some proper friction. “You taste so good, making it hard to focus, sweetheart.” He sucks on my clit, the sight of him, looking up at me, hands tight on my skin, blood smeared over his face, making me shake, the fuzzy pleasure fading into the intense feeling I’m used to.

“Shit, you look so good, feels so good, Leon.” He groans, working his tongue against me, staring at my face with glazed eyes, groaning into me, working his hips into the mattress for some relief. He pulls his face back, blood and slick all over him, his thumb replacing his mouth, rubbing rough, quick circles against me, groaning against me when he presses his lips to my thigh, smearing slick over my bloody skin, licking and sucking over the thin gash there as he watches me, working me up quickly, my legs shaking against his mouth and hand.

“Fuckin’ shaking, so pretty, ready to cum all over my hand.” He sinks two fingers inside, laying his cheek into the mess on my thigh to watch my face, eyes hazy, almost affectionate, a pleased look on his face when I press into his hand, his fingers curling up inside making me moan. “That’s it, you’re so close, fucking soaking me. Go ahead, give it to me, sweetheart…” He’s too composed, not nearly needy enough, not at all the frantic, desperate man that was mouthing at my neck a few minutes ago. I run my fingers over the cut on my throat, still oozing blood, soaking them down to the knuckle before reaching down, hazy red staring at my hand, my thumb pushing past his lips making him groan, his mouth closing over the blood covered digit immediately, his fingers curling up more harshly, blood from my other fingers smearing his cheek.

“Fuck, so-ngh-! So fucking good. C’mon, cum for me. Oh my god, want you to- ah- you’re squeezing me so good, so tight, so fucking- shit!” He closes his mouth around my thumb, sucking harshly as I writhe against him, his saliva seeping into the wound on my finger making me fuzzy, my orgasm hazy washing over me, his lips meeting mine in a feverish kiss drawing a surprised moan out of me.

“Leon… nnh- hurts…” He’s still rubbing his thumb against me, his hand firm on my pubic bone keeping me still, his mouth pressing hard against mine, teeth mixing with lips, the cold nice against my sweaty skin. “Stop-! Shit, ‘s fucking- Please!” He smiles, pulling back to take a look at my face, seeming pleased, enjoying whatever embarrassing face I’m making, groaning when I clench around his fingers, another hazy orgasm on its way.

“One more. Feels good, yeah? Let me make you feel good.” I moan, relenting, stopping my struggling against him and letting the dull pleasure wash over me, pulling him back in for a heated kiss, pulling roughly on his hair and making him groan. “Fuck… being so damn loud… Making a fuckin’ mess… Heart beating so fucking loud…” He moans, grinding himself into my thigh, working his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing a little harder, trying to force me over the edge, his teeth nipping at my lip making me clench around him. “There we go, I’ll make it better, yeah? Make you all soft for me, make me the only thing you can think about.” He sucks on the broken skin of my lip, moaning and dragging his dick up my leg, the scratchiness of his jeans burning the wound there, adding pain to the hazy pleasure, my whole body feeling gooey and too good, my orgasm nearly there, his low groan urging me closer. “You’re so pretty, so good covered in me, messy from my teeth, fuck.” He’s not making much sense, but his low rasp is still hot, and I let my hand slide down from his hair, over his pale chest, down over his abs, gripping and fumbling with his pants.

“Take them… Take these off-Nnh.” He reaches down, grabbing onto my hand, now finished unbuttoning and zipping, laying it palm-up on my thigh before pressing himself into it, boxers the only thing separating him from my skin as he grinds into my hand, which I use to palm him to the best of my ability, barely there from his abuse of my clit and the effects of his spit.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good, come on, you gotta cum one more time before I can fuck you properly.” He groans, dipping his face down into my neck and mouthing at the cut there, grinding himself into my hand and working his fingers a little rougher, nearly hurting me, my legs shaking more harshly than probably ever. “Go ahead, finish-ngh- for me… Give it to-ah- me. Need you to finish, soak my fuckin’ fingers before I bust in my damn underwear.” I moan, his smile pressed to my throat when I clench around him, his fingers stilling inside me, thumb rubbing softly on my clit as his hips work into my hand, his teeth grazing over my neck making me keen, high and needy, embarrassing. “Yeah? Want me to bite you that bad? Fuck, that’s hot, you’re so hot.” He pulls his fingers out, sitting up above me and spreading them out, both of us watching strings of slick stretch and drip down his fingers before he puts them in his mouth, groaning and leaning his head back to clean them off.

“You are so dirty, Mr. Kennedy.” He looks dazed when he pulls them from between his lips, reaching down to smear his spit all over my mouth, watching as he pushes them between my teeth, pressing down on my tongue. The fuzzy feeling comes back, making me feel weightless, arousal humming under my skin. He lets them slip back out, letting his hand grip lightly to the side of my neck, warm spit smearing my skin.

“Now you are too. Can’t fuckin’ help it, not when you taste so damn good.” He leans down over me, settling his body between my legs to press eager kisses to my lips, his tongue coming out to lap at the bloodied bite he left earlier. I press against his stomach, trying to get him off me, return the favor, but he doesn’t budge, just lets out a displeased noise and continues to move his lips against mine, shifting his hips to grind against me, rough fabric on my clit making me squirm, trying and failing to escape the overstimulation. “What do you want? Hm? Can’t just sit back and let me take care of you?” I sigh, pressing against him again, and he pulls back, looking into my face.

“Want you to get on your back.” He stares at me, amused, stopping his grinding to just look at me, only moving after a few seconds, a fraction of a second going by before I’m seated above him, only he’s not on his back, he's sitting up, latched onto my nipple, sucking on his bites there, groaning and rutting up into me, his hands circling my back and drawing me closer into his lap. “Hey, you said you’d listen.” He moans, staring up at me, his eyes low again, barely open, his face a little flushed, his skin running a little warmer with my blood in his system.

“I know, just wanted another taste.” I push him back, and he lets me, grinding up into me once he’s reclined back on his elbows, groaning and watching me as I make my way down, kissing over his chest, down the center of his stomach, my hands gripping and pulling down on his jeans. I get them off, sitting up to pull on his boxers, dragging them down slowly, watching his expression, cloudy and lust-filled, his hand petting the side of my hair when I lean down, on my hand and knees, pressing a chaste kiss to the head, watching his expression turn desperate when I pull back, his hips rutting softly up into nothing.

“C’mon, don’t do that, I listened, now please, give me what I want.” He looks so needy, lips parted and smeared with blood, brows drawn together, fangs bloodied and oversized in his mouth. I relent, closing my lips over the head, sucking gently, watching his face, using my hand to work over the rest. “There you go… Fuck, should’ve bit that pretty ass, want you covered in me.” He groans, pushing my hair back out of my face as I sink down, only able to take about half of him before pulling back up, setting a slow pace, letting my hand leave him to press into the blood on my neck, his eyes following the movement, hips bucking up into my mouth making me gag, his whiny moan much more satisfying than I thought. He sits up, groaning when I smear blood all over his abs, letting my nails dig into him, his hand in my hair working my mouth over his dick.

“Gimme a taste. Ah- c’mon, you’re wasting it.” He grabs my hand, drawing it up to his mouth by my wrist, groaning around my fingers, being a little rougher, rutting his hips up into my mouth, making me choke, but I don't mind, his tooth dragging over the top of my finger making me fuzzy again, clouding my oxygen-needy brain and making me soft, letting him fuck into my throat with minimal fuss. “Shit, holy-Ngh- you’re so warm, so fucking pretty taking my dick. Is this okay? Shit, ‘s gotta be, the way you’re fucking-ah- looking at me, making a mess all over me.” He drags my hand down to his throat, moaning when I squeeze, nails digging into the sides of his neck, what blood was left after his sucking smeared over pale skin. “Want me to cum down that pretty throat? Shit, I’m about to. You’re so good, so wet, warm, squeezing me so good, shit, shit-!” He presses my lips to his base, choking me, my nails digging into his neck and thigh as he empties down my throat, pulling on my hair to get me to look at him, mouth gaping and bloody, head titled back, eyes fighting against the pleasure to stay open as he comes down, releasing my hair and allowing me to pull myself off him. “Sorry, too rough?” I shake my head, wiping my mouth and sitting back on my heels, looking him over.

“No, it’s fine. Liked it.” He smiles, leaning forward to place a sweet kiss to my lips, the taste of iron heavy on his skin, his hand coming up to cup my jaw as he sits up on his knees, easing me back, leaning over me to keep our lips connected, his free hand smearing the blood on my chest.

“You want more? Or are you finished?” I don’t say anything, just reach over to open up the drawer of my nightstand, holding up a condom between us. “Oh. We don’t-uh- need that, unless you want. I can’t get you… You wouldn’t…” I toss the condom away, pulling him down by the sides of his neck, kissing him roughly, forcing him closer by wrapping my legs around him, his bare dick against me making us both moan. “Fuck, gimme a minute, sweetheart. Refractory period is still a thing, even after death.” He grinds into me, half hard dick brushing my clit making me flinch, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth making me fuzzy again, his hands on the side of one of my thighs and over my bloodied breast.

“Ready yet?” I’m impatient, the fuzzy feeling urging me to get him to move faster, sink inside and make me full. He chuckles, aware of the effects of his spit, reaching the hand on my leg around to grip his dick, sitting halfway up to give me a good view of him running his hand over it, jerking himself off against me and letting out a heady groan before slotting himself against my entrance, eyes flitting up to my face as he slides the head up and down, slipping it up across my clit and giving me a brief view of pre leaking from it before sliding it back down, pressing unbearably slow inside, stretching me, the tight feeling making me fist the sheets below me.

“You’re so tight, perfect fucking fit. Feels good, yeah? This is what you’ve been wanting, to be full, get stuffed so good you can’t think…” He groans, his head hanging when he bottoms out, letting us both feel it, the way I’m squeezing him, clamped tight around him, holding him inside, my body begging for it. “This pretty pussy’s so good, you’re so good, staring at me all messy, giving me that damn look…” He pulls out, leaning down over me to kiss my lips, both of us letting out pleasured noises when he presses back inside, the stretch tight, his tip snug against my cervix when he’s seated inside.

“Leon… No more teasing… Please…” I can’t take anymore, hazy brain only after one thing, too needy for it to be embarrassed to ask. He nips at my lips, making a displeased noise and grinding into me, hips digging into the backs of my thighs.

“You can take it. I know, you’re drunk off it, but you can wait, give me some more time inside this perfect fucking pussy.” He groans, his head falling down to mouth at my neck, the unmarred side, sucking and kissing there, his hips grinding into me. “Just a little longer. So warm, wish I could stay buried inside you forever, make you cum over and fucking over.” He pulls out, dragging along my insides, letting out a shaky breath into my throat, teeth grazing my flesh tentatively, my response a needy moan, words escaping me, my mind hazy with the thought of his teeth piercing my flesh. “Such a good girl, I’ll give you what you want…” He presses back inside, slowly stretching me back out before grinding into me, pulling back out before repeating the process. “... Make you feel so good you’ll only want me…” He groans, reaching down to rub at my clit, my low whine making him smile against my skin, his hips speeding up, fucking me properly, the quiet pap pap pap of his hips hitting my thighs making me moan.

“Leon- Le… Bite me- ah- bite-!” His teeth sink into my throat, the feeling foreign, pleasurable, shocking, a euphoric feeling washing over me as he groans, working his hips into me, teeth dug into my skin, his hands holding mine down on the mattress, the feeling of warm liquid trailing down onto the sheets making me moan. “Nnh- Shit, feels- ah- good-!” He pulls back, lower half of his face covered in blood, his expression terribly desperate, almost pained as he looks down at me, breathing heavy, a low whine coming from his lips when I drag him down into a heated kiss.

“Can’t believe… Ah-You let me… Shit… Never felt-hah- this good-!” He tucks his face back down, letting out a string of soft whimpers into my throat, his strokes shallower, trying to keep from cumming too soon, his thumb working desperately against me. “Nnh… So… Good… You’re so pretty, so fucking pretty covered in blood-Ah-! Shit, can’t take much more, need you to- Fuck-! Need you to cum… squeeze this- oh my god.” He sucks on my neck, angling his hips up and moving faster, working his thumb against me, his breathing erratic, hot against my skin, everything hazy, soft, the only thing on my mind him emptying inside me, my insides squeezing around him, my legs shaking. “There we go. C’mon, almost there. You want me to cum inside? Yeah? I know you fuckin’ do, so squeeze this pretty pussy on my- oh fuck! Yeah, that’s it, so-ah- so fucking tight, so good, taste so good. Shit, gonna fill you up, cum so deep inside- Ngh- shit, shit!” He sinks his teeth into my neck, pressing himself as deep as he’ll go, milking himself with my waning orgasm, stretching it out by rubbing harshly on my clit, the overstimulation fuzzy and pleasurable, his teeth digging into my skin making me squeeze around him as he works his release into me, moaning and whimpering into my neck, pulling his teeth out of me to suck on his mark, drinking from me, groaning when I rip my nails into his back, taking my begging whimpers to stop as encouragement, ripping another orgasm out of me to help him fuck his release deeper, only stopping once tears brim in my eyes.

He pulls out slowly, whining and kissing at his bite, pulling back to look at me, messy and entirely fucked out, which would be embarrassing if he wasn’t in the exact same state. “Fuck, you’re bleeding pretty bad… Sorry, didn’t mean to, uh, just, here-” He lifts his wrist to his mouth, biting down before pulling back, grimacing and offering it to me. “Go ahead. Not nearly as tasty as yours, but it’ll do the job.” I close my lips over his bite, sucking gently, his low groan drawing my eyes up, his head tilted back, mouth gaping as I drink from him. I stop after a few seconds, placing a quick kiss to his broken skin, his eyes meeting mine, soft and affectionate. “There you go, good as new.” He runs his thumb over my neck, the skin there smooth, no bite left behind, healed over, his thumb covered with leftover blood when he presses it to his lips, looking so glad he could cry when he sucks the mess away.

“Thank you.” He looks at me, from my face down over my neck, my chest, my bloody thigh.