What the hap is fuckening???

Time ticks, and ticks, you count down the minutes.

Shift ends in four, maybe five hours - eternity as far as you were concerned. It was a slow afternoon, a few disgruntled grandpas getting ready for weddings that they had no interest in. You had let a few part-timers leave for the day, no sense in keeping them when there was hardly anything to do or anyone passing through the door.

Busying yourself refolding tables, the chime of the door goes off.

"Hi, welcome in!" You say cheerfully, mustering up your customer voice as best you can.

He was gorgeous, you hesitated to almost joke that he must be in the wrong store - he possibly couldn't be wanting to be here. No, your shop catered to an older demographic compared to its sister store down the street.

"Hey, how fast could you get me fitted?" He asks, his voice soft like warm honey, "I got, uh, a flight in three hours."

Sugar plums dancing across your vision melt away and are quickly replaced with your more professional demeanor. You took a good look at him, he was buff. Definitely works out, not in the obnoxious gym bro way - no, he was lean but muscular but a slim fit wouldn't look right. No.

"Uh... you just gonna keep starin' or what, princess?"

You snap out of thought, "Sorry! I, uh - okay, what color, and what fit do you like? Do you know your size? It's totally okay if you don't!"

With shaky hands, you pulled your measuring tape from your cardigan pocket. Bright orange, you were worried it wouldn't exactly go around his chest, he was built like a goddamn greek god for all you knew. Measuring him shouldn't be too much of a problem, truck had just stopped by for the day.

He chuckles, "Uh, navy - and slim fit's too snug but I don't wanna look like I've been digging through my old man's closet. Size wise, can't recall."

You nodded, "Okay! Stand in front of me, and look toward the front, arms out."

He walks toward you, and there was definitely an aura to him that you weren't used to. He was cool, confident. Definitely not like the usual crowd of people you're used to.

He shucks off the biker jacket and lord have mercy, you never really paid much attention to the looks of most customers that come in unless if its the small things like bad breath or if they were the creeps that tried to make a pass at you, once or twice.

"I'm sorry for giving you trouble," He says as he turns to face the front of the store, you swallow thickly, "I have this big meeting and thought I got a suit, it slipped my mind."

You laugh it off, "I've had a best man come in the day of his brother's wedding to rent a suit, he was not happy about being told no. Trust me, you're giving me no trouble."

"Sounds like interesting people." He says as he raises his arms, you step closer and smell vanilla and spice as you take the measuring tape around his chest, "must be fun here, yeah?"

You sighed, "Sometimes, groomzillas scare me at this point."

He laughs, "Groomzillas? Thought it was the bride."

"Not always, no." You said as you paid attention to the tape, making a mental note - chest size is a 48, "Okay, drop your arms."

You take the tape over his bicep, "Measuring your overarm, promise."

"Not the first time I've been tied up."

You about choke, face flushed as you counted seven down or at least tried to - your mind instantly imagining the most smutty scenario that a book couldn't even publish, "Okay, uh, we're gonna try a modern fit - classic, but tapered like a slim. I have a tailor in, she can definitely try to get some minor stuff done to make it look more fitted if you don't mind waiting."

"Sounds good, I'm at your mercy after all, sweetheart." He says, "Name's Leon, by the way."

You nod, "Nice to meet you, Leon, I promise i won't have you looking like a mess when you get out of here. But I am gonna have you try stuff on."

Fishing through for his size in a bright navy color, you feel his eyes burning through your back. Taking a deep breath, you managed to find one coat, "Here, try this on. It should fit your shoulders, we can take the sides in of your coat for a tapered look."

He shrugs on the jacket, it looked great in the shoulders and arm. Just a bit blousey from the back. He turns to face you, "In your expert opinion?"

"We'll take in the sides, and that should help." You guaranteed, "What size in pants do you wear?"

"Couldn't you just measure me?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

You let out a small joke, "You don't know what you wear in jeans?"

He flushed red, "Right, shit, okay - I'm between a 34-36."

He shrugs off the coat, before setting it down on one of the racks. You fish through for pants, guessing that he'd prefer more a 32 length. You hand him the pants, "Fitting rooms are in the back, push open on the door. I'll get the tailor out and we'll get the initial stuff we talked about marked and I'll have her work on them."

"Thanks, you're amazing." He says before he takes off to the fitting rooms.

You took a deep breath before going to the back but making a quick right into the tailor shop, telling the older woman you had someone for her to fit.

Once Leon got in front of the mirror, he caught you staring. You swallowed thickly, "How do the pants fit?"

"Fit great, you're pretty good at this." He says with a grin, "How long have you been doing this?"

"A year."

Helping him with the jacket, the tailor comes out. You look to her and smile, "Hey, is there any way we can get the sides in for him? We'll possibly have to lower the collar, what do you think?"

The older woman studies him, "How soon do you need it?"

"He's got a flight in three hours."

The older woman sighs, "Can be done, I'll mark it and take it with me."

"Thank you," Leon spoke, "You're a lifesaver."

The older woman nods and gets to marking, you can't take your eyes off Leon. He was probably the most interesting part of the day, next was the shirt. You gently wrap the measuring tape to get under the Adam's apple, distracted by the prettiness of his eyes.

"You usually get this nervous?"

You shake your head, "No."

"Seventeen, turn around - face front." You tell him, taking the tape off his neck, he turns and you measure his sleeve, "You could get a thirty four or thirty five."

He pulls shirt over his head, and you felt faint.

"Oh my god," was the first thing that rolled off your tongue once you got a glimpse at him.

Any sense of professionalism, down the drain. Replaced, the giggly crush slowly bubbling to the surface. You busy yourself finding a shirt for him, quickly unpinning it and throwing the pins every which way than the pincushion saved for the tailor.

You were a flustered mess, and it was like he enjoyed it.

You handed him the shirt, "Go to the dressing room, please."

He chuckles and walks off, you took a deep breath. You went to check on the tailor, maybe splash cold water on your face. The tailor looks up from Leon's coat once you enter the tailorshop, "How's it going?"

"It's going," You reply

She chuckles, "He's pretty, that one."

"He is," You agreed, "but he's in a bind, I appreciate you so much for this."

She smiles, "Of course, of course. Get his number, will you?"

You blushed and turned, leaving the tailorshop. Just in time to nearly trip into Leon, you look up - noticing how the shirt pulled across the chest.

"How's the shirt feel?"

"Good." He says, "little snug, but it doesn't matter to me."

You raise a brow, "Button the collar, if you plan on wearing a tie - you gotta breathe."

"Might need help with that."

You shake your head and reach up to button the collar of his shirt, to test, you put two fingers behind the collar - there was room all around.

"Congrats, you can breathe."

He chuckles, "So you didn't take my breath away, damn."

Once done, and all set to ring out. A grandpa comes in through the front, you welcome in just as you were ringing Leon out. He eyes you, "Could I get your number? I'd like to see you when I get back."

"Really?" You asked, almost in disbelief.

"Well, consider you my personal stylist." He says with a wink once the tailor came out with the suit, bagged and ready to travel, "We can talk more over dinner. See you next Friday at 6? You like steak? I know a great place."

A whirlwind of thoughts run through your mind as you scribble out your number on your business card, "S-Sure, I'm off at six."

"Good. See you when I get back." He says as he takes the card from you.

With that, he was gone and your head was in a swirl of feelings -

This was love, you reminded yourself as you pressed marks into his skin. Your hands explored every inch of him, committing it all to memory; these moments were fleeting and temporary. You needed to take your time, so you stopped him from fumbling with his belt—you didn't want to risk having it all end so soon. He tilted your head up, capturing your lips with his own.

"Leon…" you whispered softly, caressing his stubbled face. "I lo—"

He cut you off with a kiss. "Don't, not right now."

Saying it would make it harder to accept what was looming over you both. He sighs sharply and in the brief pause, the two of you sat there in the dark, staring into each other's eyes longingly. His filled with a pain like no other, it shattered his heart when these moments arose.

You settled that if the words couldn't be said, you'd worship him instead. Pushing him onto his back, your lips find his neck before working down his chest, his chest rose and fell with bated breath. Watching you, studying you, making sure he savors the moment like the starved man he was.

Sinking between his legs, you made quick work of his belt with practiced ease and get him to shimmy out of his jeans but you don't take his boxers off, not yet. Leaving kisses and marks over his lower body before easing them off.

"Fuck," leaves his parted lips as you take him into your mouth, easing yourself, he reaches to place a hand on the back of your head as you started moving your head.

You look up while you busied your mouth and by god, Leon was a work of heart like no other. Body sculpted by Aphrodite herself, all in the idea of what the perfect man would be and he was yours, till at least the morning.

Leon focused on not finishing so fast as warm and wet your mouth was, he was not one for self-control. He gritted his teeth before gently pulling you away after a couple of more minutes, he took a shaky breath before kissing you, tongue slipping into your mouth.

He had never been so lovesick, not this obsessed with someone.

He never prayed before until meeting you, praying that you'd be the one constant - that this life wouldn't take you from him, at the very least.

You thread your fingers through his hair as you kiss, not even bothering to catch a breath, he lies you back, in a path similar to your own on him, he leave his mark all over your body, guiding your hands above your head as covers as much of your skin with proof of his devotion, his love.

Red flowers blooming across your skin, marks that you'd be staring at days from now, eager for when he comes home to leave new ones.

He parts your legs, easing himself between them, his hand snakes to the back of your head for one more kiss as he sinks inside you. A shaky breath exchanged between you both, a feeling that was still ever so unfamiliar and wasn't at the same time. He savors your body, taking his time with you - his other hand where your bodies were joined, rubbing that bundle of nerves in circles.

He notes how your eyes become hooded, how your lips form that cute o when they part for each breath. He leans down, caging you in with his arms by your head as he ruts into you like an animal in heat, your nails rake down his back as you tried to move with him.

You'd give anything to stay this close to him, you didn't want tomorrow to come, you knew what that would mean. It would mean just a cold bed in the morning and a vague promise that maybe soon. Weeks spent sick wondering if this was it, if this was when you'd lose him.

"I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck," Leon cries into your skin, you can tell he'd been tearing up - you could feel it, just as you could euphoria blossoming through you, "I need you, need you."

He pants heavily, whispering something you were too drunk on pleasure to hear.

His cock pistoning in and out, the tip kissing your cervix - making you wince but the pleasure washed over it quickly. You panted, eyes fluttering shut as you come around him, the noise made you blush as he keeps going.

Leon didn't want to stop, nor could he find himself able -