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Leon was more than happy to try and use his own hand, even when you were home and could easy assist him with it. You didn't take it personally; sometimes it was just easier to get yourself off alone than with someone. There was also less pressure to reach your climax in a timely manner.

But like with everything else, Leon is sweet talking you into helping. There's a bulge protruding at his waist, one that twitches and pulses beneath your hand as you lean in to lightly kiss his lips and apply the same kind of pressure with your fingers over his clothed shaft.

"Maybe I shouldn't do this. It could do more damage than good." "My cock isn't broken, don't worry."

"And if you tense up? When your body starts to tremble and you can't help but want to curl your toes, grip my body or hair as you plead for me to let you cum? Then what? you'll have to explain that you've started to relapse thanks to sexual escapades."

"Would be worth it in this moment," he all but whines into your mouth while bucking his hips, eager to feel enveloped within your touch.

"You say this now," you tell him, hand now dipping inside of his boxers and fingers close around him, "but when you're running behind schedule, then what?"

"Then I'll learn to try and stay still while you wank me off, how about that?" He grins up at you and closes his hand around yours before guiding your hand up and down his silky shaft; all the way from the base to the velvety dome of his head.