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the sheets of your bed are rumpled, heated. leon's licking into your mouth, nipping your lips and caressing the side of your face. you moan softly, moving your hand beneath his shirt and massaging his abdomen, feeling his muscles twitch at your touch. he sighs, pulling back to take a breath. a string of saliva webs between you and breaks.

leon's eyes are lidded, blue irises all warmed up. reddened cheeks and the flush traversing up his neck making him look like an angel sent from above just for you. your eyes move from mole to mole, your hand still massaging into his skin beneath his shirt, while your other hand thumbs his cheek. he looks at you through his lashes, lips red and swollen from your kisses and bites. you press your forehead to his, sharing your heat. he rubs his thumb against your bottom lip, moving his hand to your jaw. your breaths are slowing, mingling in the space between you. you move back a bit, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. he scrunches his face and you both giggle. everything with him is so easy, flows so smoothly. you go back in, pressing another kiss to his cheekbone, then the edge of his lip. you continue leaving little, wet kisses all over his face, till he's - somehow - redder than he was before. you move to his ear, nibbling on the lobe and breathing in his fresh scent. the body soap he always uses, and his leftover cologne from the day.

"baby." he whispers, his breath hitching. you feel his abs twitch again, and something hard presses into your hip. you smile, teeth bared like a vixen.

"what is it, honey?"

he digs his hands into your shirt, groaning, leaning his head back and exposing his neck. you grab his jaw, squeezing his cheeks together and making him pout his lips. he whines and you chuckle at his behaviour. so desperate.

you lick up the column of his neck, then press kisses beneath his jaw. he makes a noise, squeezing your waist.

"you're so sweet." you whisper, continuing to cover his skin in more kisses. "so perfect for me, lee."

"mmh." leon hums, moving his hands into your hair. not leading you, just holding, like he needs to make sure you're real. that you're actually there with him.

you raise your head, studying his face. the sight of his flushed cheeks and utter adoration in his eyes giving you butterflies.

"my sweetheart." you whisper, eyes flitting to his lips. you see him do the same before moving his hand to the back of your head and pressing your lips together. you spend the rest of the night tangled together until neither of you can keep your eyes open.

wrote this in less than an hour, sorry for the messiness

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