MayorKyra

Tuesday couldn't come slower for Leon Kennedy. He barely slept since the day he talked to you at the barbecue. He prayed to God every night, his chest flush against the corner of his bed on his knees, his hands clasped so tightly that it created a dull ache in his knuckles. It was more of a plead than a prayer - Leon was pleading God to show him the right path, to resist temptation, to give him strength. Unfortunately, the silence from above was deafening.

The perspiration on Leon's skin under his police academy uniform is a thin sheen, the moisture causing his blonde hair to stick to the back of his neck as he hurries inside the cafe you both agreed to meet at. It's a sunny Tuesday during his lunch break, and there's a pep in his step that his police academy friends have never seen before in their life. He's the first one to arrive of course, his posture upright as the brown leather -covered seat squeaks from underneath him as he shifts his weight. He's never lied to his father before, and with that came an odd, somewhat intoxicating rush of adrenaline and fear.

Leon's eyes lit up the moment you walked in. He took in the sight of you - the dark fabric of your shirt fitting you so perfectly, your jeans accentuating your figure with the denim clinging to your frame so obediently, and your dark boots making the softest click against the checkerboard patterned tiles. "Hey there. I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." You smile, taking your seat opposite to him.

"No, not at all! I just got here, this place is just a short sprint away." Leon grins earnestly. You blink at the word 'sprint' and note his slightly flushed cheeks, but you don't mention it - you don't want to risk reducing the man to a blubbering, blushing mess when you've only just sat down. "Anyway. Um, I'll pay for both our orders - after all, I'm the one who asked you here. It's my treat. So… What's your order?" He asks; his chivalry is ingrained in him, more reflexive than practiced.

"Uhhh. Haha, I kind of have a strange order." You lean forward a little, propping your head on your hand.

"That's okay. I want to learn more about you. Weird coffee orders and all." Leon nods.

"Okay, well… Just ask for a shot of espresso, and a glass diet cola with ice in it." You add.

"Together? In the same…?" Leon asks, gesturing pouring one cup into another. You nod to confirm. "That's… I've never heard of that." There's a mix of confusion and mild horror etched onto his face.

"Alrighty, one glass of diet cola with ice in it and a shot of espresso." Leon confirms your order. He places his flat white down on the table first, before handing you your espresso and glass of diet cola. As he did so, your fingertips barely grazed against each others, but it was more than enough to send a lightning bolt directly down Leon's spine.

"Thanks, Leon." You smile warmly, as he climbs back into his chair a little off-balance, his knee smacking the table ever so slightly, causing the ceramic cup of coffee to jolt a little.

"Oh no…" Leon softly groans, looking at the small spill he made that pooled to the divot of the saucer beneath his coffee cup. Wordlessly, you placed your drinks down on the table and handed him a wad of napkins. Leon shoots you a grateful smile, beginning to clean up the spill. "Thank you…" He smiles, watching you pour the espresso into the diet cola. "Okay… I'm not judging but, I need to see you drink that." Leon adds, folding his arms on the table as he leans forward a little, watching you with open curiosity.

"Yeah… It's definitely not for everyone, but I do actually drink this." You nod, taking a sip of the mixture. "I dunno. It's like, sweet and bitter, and the bubbles from the soda make it taste almost… Spicy? You can try it if you want. Don't worry, I won't be offended if you hate it." You offer, stretching the glass out to Leon. Leon stares at the rim, the ice cubes gently clinking together as you extend the glass to him. His gaze falls to the rim of the glass, the faint smudge of your lip balm printed against it. Leon took the glass in his hand, his fingers placed exactly where yours just were. The contact is just incidental - after all, people share drinks all the time, it's a normal thing. It's also an indirect kiss. The thought ricochets off his skull and right into his brain like a bullet. He is going to have his first indirect kiss with someone in a coffee shop on a sunny Tuesday afternoon over this cursed espresso-cola concoction.

Leon's lips raise to the glass, bringing the print of your lip balm right up to his own lips against the cold lip of the glass. The taste is confusing, it's bitter, sweet, and so fizzy it was almost like tasting TV static, all at once. He could also taste the vanilla from your lip balm. He sets the glass down, his tongue darting out just a little to wet his lower lip subconsciously. "That's…" He blinks. "It's not terrible, actually. It's strange, but I can see why you like it." He nods.

"Really? You're not lying just to placate me, are you?" You smile, drinking from the exact same spot he just sipped from. His eyes flicker to your lips, trying to suppress the thick gulp at the thought of your lips against his.

"No, no, really." Leon gives you a small smile in return. "So, you've got a while before you graduate university and begin work… What have you been doing in the meantime?"

"Oh. Hmm, I've been catching up on reading some comics and manga series I've fallen behind on. Lounging around watching some horror movies, and playing video games. Just lazing around, guilt-free now that I don't have to worry about assessments and exams anymore." You respond.

"Wow, really? Oh, cool! I read comics and play video games too."

"What? Really? We have so much in common. I mainly read DC, I read a lot of Batman but I read even more Nightwing." Your eyes light up. "What about you? What are your favourite video games and comics?" You ask Leon, eagerly leaning over the table just a smidge more.

"I play a lot of Pokemon and Mario. But I play some Street Fighter as well, but I'm much better on the arcade machines…" Leon takes a small sip from his mug. "My dad… He doesn't know about my Gameboy. I keep it hidden, it's buried between my winter sweaters and socks in my drawer." He admits, as if he were confessing some kind of heinous crime.

…Some time had passed at the cafe as you bonded over your common interests with Leon - you found out that you play plenty of the same games, and read many of the same comics. Due to Leon's stricter upbringing, he wasn't allowed to watch horror movies due to his father citing it as 'demonic'; however he mentioned he's always been interested in branching out into different genres, but even as an adult he feels a strange sense of guilt for wanting to explore a 'forbidden' movie genre. But to Leon none of it mattered - you were asking and answering so honestly, it was like he was looking through a door that was left slightly ajar; a portal into a completely different world. Which is exactly why he couldn't stop himself from asking if you'd like to go to the nearby arcade with him on the following Friday night. Leon couldn't tell what spiked his adrenaline more - the fact that you agreed, or the fact that he was spending time with somebody that half of his congregation, especially his father, would clutch their pearls at.

Every night until that following Friday, Leon would lay down on his bed with the soft orange glow of his bedside lamp with his Bible resting on his comforter, splayed open to Corinthians, but he couldn't bring himself to pick it up and actually read it. He could only stare outside deep in thought - deep in thought about you, as the shine of the street lamps cast tall shadows throughout the street. He could barely sleep a wink that night.

You give Leon a wave as you spot him walking towards your apartment, which is on the way to the arcade. Walking through town, you and Leon share more about yourselves and your interests when he suddenly slows his pace down a little and turns to you, mumbling your name.

"Yeah, what's up Leon?"

"…I feel like I didn't exactly thank you properly for earlier. At the barbecue. And for the cafe." Leon's jaw briefly clenched and unclenched, not out of anger or frustration, but as if he were chewing on something tough that he wanted to spit out. "I just mean, um, at Church. They see this version of me. A Christian man. The son of a cop. A future police officer. They see me as a person who is a person of principle and to be a person that upholds these principles all the time." Both yours and Leon's pace slow to a halt. Leon's gaze drops down to the shadows your bodies cast on the afternoon sun across the pavement - the almost rigid silhouette of his t-shirt and jeans, yours relaxed in your flowy skirt that swayed gently with your movements.

"But they don't see me as… I guess they don't really know me. They don't know I play video games under my blankets, or that I enjoy comics to the point where they may even think it's idolatry. Or that-" Leon clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. "That day of the barbecue. Nobody else knows about what happened. Nobody else knows I'm capable of… Desiring something like that…" Leon trails off, trying not to speak out into existence what had happened at the barbecue. "But you saw it - you saw me like that. And you didn't run away, or call me a pervert or a sinner. You helped me when I didn't know what to do. And then you got coffee with me like I was just a person. A normal person." Leon says with a shaky breath and a timid smile. "Nobody's ever let me just be a person before." He adds.

You take a small step towards Leon, his soft blue eyes looking at you with an expression that looks dangerously close to adoration, your heart fluttering like the wings of a swallow. "…I think we can be around different versions of ourselves around different people. And I'm enjoying being this version of myself with you. I feel comfortable around you, Leon."

His mouth opened and closed briefly before forming into a small grin, his eyes turning dewy. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get all- um, I'm fine. We're meant to play games and have fun." He blinks away the tears forming at his eyes as you both took a few more steps, reaching the arcade with the soft glow of red, blue, and purple neon lights in the window. As you step through the doors, Leon's raw expression is now replaced with a crooked grin as you approach the Street Fighter arcade machine. "Okay, important question." Leon turns to you, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Who's your main? Because I need to know who I'm up against. And if you say Chun-Li, I'm going to be very intimidated." Leon asks.

"Oh no, it's not Chun-Li." You smile, taking a seat at the bench as Leon slides in next to you. "It's Guile." You add.

"Guile!? You nerd! He's so broken!" Leon laughs, as he selects Ryu.

"Okay, damn, trash talking my main? It's so on."

The first round between you and Leon is intense, with Leon scoring a narrow victory with a well-timed counter. The second round was even more intense, with you surprising Leon at a huge comeback, chaining combos and juggling him with perfectly timed sonic booms and flash kicks. At the third round, you shoot him a sideways glance. "You're pretty good. I'm gonna have to get serious." You quirk a smile at him, taking the hair tie on your wrist and wrapping your hair into a loose bun that exposed the curve of your neck, highlighting the skin exposed above the neckline of your tank top. A hot sensation creeps up the back of Leon's neck as he stares for a moment too long, his hands suddenly becoming clammy. He can't help it - as the round starts, his mind almost automatically roams back to the day of the barbecue, when you talked him through it and licked his neck.

Leon was too engrossed in his thoughts - the round started and you got the first hit. Leon begins to bounce his leg as he tries to focus on pulling off a combo, but he falters halfway, as he notices his leg bouncing is causing the entire bench to shake, and he sneaks a quick peek at your chest jiggling from the motion he's created. Leon's breathing hitches in his throat, as he tries to keep his eyes glued on the screen and his leg still, but the image is already in his head. It's too late. He can already feel the blood rush to a place that it absolutely should not in a public place, and there's nothing he can do to stop it. You're juggling him with a seemingly endless combo, until Leon manages to pull off a block and special move. In his haste, Leon smacks the wrong button, delivering a punch instead of a kick, to which you see an immediate opening and… "No!" Leon's voice cracking in an uncharacteristic way as Ryu drops to the ground.

'K.O!!!!' The machine blares out, the announcement somehow feeling personal to Leon. You turn to him with a grin. "Good game." You extend your hand triumphantly. He shakes it, and you notice his slightly clammy hand, but you don't say anything.

"You completely kicked my butt. You're kinda scary, you know that?" He chuckles as if he's just run a half-mile marathon.

"Haha, to be fair, I played an abnormal amount of fighting games when I was younger. Wanna switch to something more casual?" You ask him.

"Y-Yeah, maybe we could do uh, air hockey?" Leon asks, desperate to leave the bench. You're sitting too close - his eyes can't stop dropping down towards your neck, the scent of your skin too heady.

"Sounds good. Although I have pretty poor hand-eye coordination with these things, so I'm expecting to get my ass handed to me this time." You grin, as you both get up and head over to the air hockey table. The moment you leaned over to grab the pusher, Leon's eyes couldn't help but roam to the exposed flesh of your chest, barely peeking through the neckline of your top. He swallowed, thickly, leaning over and staring at the puck. Leon makes the first move, pushing the puck at a tricky angle, unintentionally causing you to lunge for the puck and flick your arm out at a fast pace.

The way you were leaning over the table, your body elongated, the way your chest spilled over the neckline just a little, your breasts jiggling with the force was too much for Leon. Entirely too much. He was trying his best - he kept his gaze strictly on the puck, trying to ignore the creeping heat that crawled its way from the back of his neck to the tips of his ears, but he already saw it. Leon's focus is entirely shattered, and you completely dominated in a game that was tipped entirely in his favour. "S-sorry, um… I just need to use the bathroom real quick." His cheeks are tinged pink and he has a sheepish expression in his eyes. You don't want to push him, so you nod understandably as you take a seat on a stool, drinking a soda you plucked from the vending machine.

Meanwhile, inside of the arcade bathroom, Leon has trapped himself in a cubicle, sitting on the lid of the toilet with his hands clasped together so tightly, taking quiet deep breaths as he fights with every ounce of his being to will this erection away. "Lord… Lord I am being tested by temptation… Please give me strength…" Leon whispers, unsure if he's truly whispering to God, or maybe he's whispering to himself.

After a couple more deep breaths, Leon steadies himself, walking towards the bathroom mirror. The waterline of his eyes are tinged a little red from his efforts to squeeze his eyes shut and visualise something - anything - other than the curve of your neck, and the flesh of your chest. Flipping on the bathroom tap, Leon splashes his face with cold water, a feeble attempt to cool his face down as he knows he's immediately going to blush furiously at the sight of you once again.

He steps out of the bathroom, sliding into the chair, giving you a diffident grin. You spot the damp patches of his sandy-blonde hair that have plastered to the edges of his face, a sign that he had splashed his face with water. "Hey… You feeling okay? If you're unwell, you don't need to push yourself. We can head home early." Your voice is full of concern as you scan his face.

"No no, no… Um…" Leon chuckles nervously, but the anxiety eases as you look back at him with a steady look. "I'm so sorry. I was totally fine, I was focused, I wanted to play games and have a good time with you. But then the bench… And when you leaned over… Your… Uh-" Leon swallows thickly. He can't bring himself to finish his sentence. "We're in public, there are literally families all around us. And I'm… I took so long in the bathroom, you probably think something is wrong with me." Leon paused, his shoulders holding visible tension as he turns to you. "…Is there something wrong with me?" His question to you came out small and genuine. Vulnerable, even.

"Leon… Nothing is the matter with you at all. I'm having a lot of fun being here with you, this is a really nice date."

"You're having fun? You're not… Disgusted by me? By this?" He shifts, a look of defenceless etched on his face.

"Why would I be disgusted with you?"

"Because… You're saying there's nothing wrong with me, but I'm sitting in an arcade with… With a problem because… All because a girl leaned over a table." Leon explains in a shaky tone. "You… You leaned over a table. I've never reacted to anybody like this in my entire life, and now it feels like I can't stop. I can't stop even though it's only been a week. And I don't want you to feel like you're to blame, because you're not. It's me. If something feels good, I'm always checking if it's a sin or if I'm falling into the Devil's temptation. Like I need to pray harder, resist more." Leon fidgets with the hem of his shirt. "But I don't feel tempted right now. I don't want you to feel like you're doing something wrong because I feel this way. And I'm… I don't know what to do with this feeling." He adds, staring at you with guilt and terror, but there's something underneath his gaze. It's something warm, and desperately sincere.

"It's alright, really. I know you don't mean any harm. Your brain must've been split in two ways this whole time, huh?" You lean closer to him, your soft stare and understanding tone causing Leon's shoulders to relax just a fraction. He nods, a brief beat of silence between you both.

"You really think it's a nice date?" He asks with a tender look in his eyes.

"Yeah. I'm having a lot of fun chatting with you and playing games, it might actually be the best first date I've ever had." You nod at him.

"Best first date…? Y-you're serious? Because… I'm a complete disaster right now. I've never had a date of any kind, and I spent half of it in the bathroom and the other half totally sucking at arcade games. But you're saying it's the best first date and I haven't even kissed you yet." Leon responds, his eyes immediately widening after he realises he spoke the last part of his sentence out loud. "Wait- um, I didn't mean to presume… Like if you wanted, but I don't know how to-"

You silence his rambling by leaning forward and kissing him. His first kiss. Your kiss is gentle - no tongue and teeth, just a chaste, brief, sweet kiss. You force yourself to break the kiss, worrying that maybe if you lingered a little longer, perhaps Leon would taste the desperation on your own lips.

"Oh… That was…" Leon whispers, his fingertips fleetingly grazing across his plush lower lip as he looks at you, as if he needed to confirm that what just happened was not a hallucination of his. There wasn't a trace of guilt or shame in his eyes this time - just a warm, earnest adoration as he looks at you. "That my first, um… Could we… Do that again?" He says, his voice barely audible above the bustling sound of families and arcade machines.

"Yeah. But… Maybe not in the arcade around a bunch of families. Let's go to the park nearby." You grin, taking his hand in yours.

The small park just two blocks down is dead quiet, with only four measly street lights placed at the corners, barely illuminating the swings and the bottom of the big red tunnel slide. Both of your footsteps crunched on the wooden chips at the bottom of the park, echoing into the balmy summer night air. You climb up the playground with Leon, sitting at the top of the tunnel slide, allowing for total privacy… Or as much as you could get in a public park at night. "Sorry if I was um, bad at it earlier. I've never kissed anyone before, in case that wasn't obvious." Leon admits, grateful that the night sky served as a blanket to dim the hot flush of his skin.

"No, no, it was nice. Really nice." You turn to him with a soft grin, your glossy lips catching faintly in the blue glow of the moonlight. Leon can't help himself but to study your face for a moment - the way your gaze was so gentle when you looked at him, the way your hair has fallen into loose strands framing your face, the smell of your perfume flooding his senses. He swallowed thickly.

"So, um… Could I…?" Leon leans in a little further. "Is there a way you'd prefer to be kissed? Or do I just kinda, figure it out?" Leon whispers, tucking a stray strand of your ear beneath your ear gingerly, as if you were made of glass and you might just shatter if he didn't handle you with care. "Tell me if I do it wrong… Please." He breathes out, his pupils dilated.

"Just do what feels right… I do like being held, though." You nod, your mouth now centimeters away from his. He moves his hand from your jawline to gently holding you by the nape of your neck, his fingers delicately tangling in your hair as he uses his free hand to steady you at the small of your back.

"Okay." He whispers, leaning in.

Leon's lips press against yours with a hesitant pressure, a pressure so light it felt like the wings of a butterfly against your lips. The angle is a little off, his movements a little clumsy - but he recalls you telling him to simply do what feels right. Leon tilts his head again once more, deepening the pressure as he slowly moves his lips against yours. He lets out a sound he wasn't entirely sure he was even capable of making - a quiet and breathy sigh, full of undiluted awe and pleasure. Kissing you feels completely right to him; more correct than any passage he's read or prayer he's uttered. You both pull away for air.

"That was… Nice. Really nice, actually." You breathe out, his forehead leaning against yours. "Wanna do it again?" You ask him, biting your lip. Leon could feel every nerve cell in his body igniting.

"Yeah." He breathes out raggedly, staring at your lips once more.

The next kiss had no hesitation, no questions for permission. Leon's hand tangles deeper into your hair as he pulls you closer by the small of your back, your bodies pressed flush together as the kiss deepens this time. You let go of the restraints, finally letting him taste the desperation on your lips that you've been harboring this whole time. The kiss fast becomes messy and full of desperation on both of your account.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know how to stop." Leon pulls away suddenly, looking at you with flushed cheeks and doe-eyes. You can see it - the good Christian boy trying to stick to the scripture that he's expected to live and die by, and the man who wants you in practically every single sense of the word.

"Then don't stop. I like this. I like you. You don't have to think, just have to feel." You grin, pulling yourself onto his lap, leaning in and kissing him once more. Only this time, the kiss is slower and more exploratory. Leon feels a wave of courage as he holds you as close as he can, his tongue tracing the seam of your lips for entry. Your part your lips, granting him access, the tip of your tongue languidly stroking against his as you let out a soft moan.

"I-I don't know how to feel without… Guilt. Shame. I've always been taught to control and… Resist." Leon pants through kisses.

"It's okay. You can feel this. This is okay. You're allowed."

"I'm allowed?" He repeats your words as a question, a very fragile and desperate question.

"You're allowed." You repeat, your words a soothing balm against the raw wound of religious guilt. And then he kisses you once more, and this time, he really does just feel. He feels you, the swell of your lips, the taste of soda on your tongue - he's practically devouring you now, as if he's trying to consume you with a kiss. His tongue reaches yours once again - the kisses becoming messy, hot, and wet, and it's perfect. You feel Leon's hips involuntarily buck forward beneath you in a desperate thrust, gripping your hips. Your hands guide his own to your ass, and he grips it with gentle pressure as he feels you. He's practically rutting against you, completely and utterly lost to the feeling of the warmth of your body against his.

Leon whimpers into your mouth. "I… I can't… I think… I'm going to-" His body goes taut as he cums right there and then. He actually fucking orgasmed, just from making out with you in his lap, like some kind of horny teenager. You practically swallow his moans and whimpers as his body shudders, biting back a grin as he chokes on a sob of pleasure right against your mouth. "Oh, oh god, I'm sorry-" Leon looks down at the aftermath - a dark stain blooming against his jeans. He buries his flustered face into the crook of your neck, his body still slightly quivering. "Oh no, I couldn't… I'm so disgusting… I-I ruined it." Leon looks at you with tears pricking in the corner of his eyes.

"Hey, hey… You didn't ruin anything. You have nothing to be sorry about. Do you really think that what you did was disgusting?" You ask him, your voice remaining gentle and steadfast. Leon lets out a short whimper and a nod; an admission of his guilt. Hiking your skirt up and grabbing one of his hands, you lead his hand to roam underneath your skirt, his fingers barely grazing against the sopping wet fabric of your underwear. "I'm just doing this to show you that I'm not disgusted by you at all. The complete opposite, in fact. What you did… It turned me on." You whisper, letting go of his hand.

Leon stares at his hand, the sensation feeling like some kind of hot, wet brand against his fingertips. "You're wet… Because of me?" He asks you, and you nod. "I made you feel… Like that." Leon whispers, realising that the animalistic, desperate, pathetic thing he just did just aroused you. Suddenly, his chest feels like porcelain that has just cracked wide open. He felt pride. "I want to… I want to do this again. I want to make you feel good. Properly. Not just grinding on you like a…" Leon winces, recalling what he just did. "I want to make you feel good. Will you teach me how to make you feel good?" Leon asks, his pale blue eyes wide open with a desperate and raw honesty.

"I can teach you." You nod, kissing his cheek. "But let's do another day. Maybe this weekend at my place." You explain, removing yourself from his lap as you rise to your feet, stretching your legs and lending him your hand.

"T-this weekend?" Leon asks, and you nod.

"Okay. I'll… Come up with something to tell my dad. I'll see you this weekend." He says, taking your hand in his own slightly sweaty one. Leon has never lied to his father before all of this - but now he's about to lie to his father again. The feeling of excitement to see you again has overridden his guilt entirely, and Leon is terrified of that. But he chooses not to unpack it.

It was a simple lie.

"I'm going to have a study session with my police academy friends for the upcoming theory exam."

It was that easy to lie. But it wasn't easy to feel the after effects of such an enormous lie. His father - the man who took Leon in as a child after he lost both his parents, the man who taught him how to tie his shoelaces and how to throw a baseball, simply grinned at Leon and told him he's proud of him for applying himself and being so dedicated to following in his footsteps as a police officer. He even handed Leon a packet of cookies, telling him to share it with the boys, before telling Leon to go and make him proud.

On the way to your apartment, the packet of cookies his father gave him felt like he was carrying a brick. Leon couldn't seem to bear the weight of it anymore, and he reluctantly threw the cookies into a trash can near the bus stop, before walking up to your apartment complex.

Leon took a deep breath, texting you as he traversed up the steps, letting you know he's close by. He's so lost in thought on the way to your front door that his foot catches on thin air, and he almost stumbles. But his brain suddenly feels as clear as glass when you swing the door open, greeting him with a smile.

"Hey there, stranger." You're holding the door open wearing a blank tank top without a bra, short grey lounge shorts, and your white crew neck socks. Leon has never seen you this comfortable or at ease in your own place before. The guilt of throwing away that packet of cookies was totally eclipsed by the sudden intense buzzing of every single nerve fibre in his body.

"…Hey." Leon shoots you a shy smile back before taking his shoes off at the entrance. He seems a little comfortable in your presence - since that date at the arcade and the constant texting during the week, you notice his shoulders aren't so stiff and his posture isn't so rigid this time. A warmth blooms within your chest at your own silent observation.

"Oh, welcome to my place." You gesture, giving him a quick tour of your place. Leon was taking in every single detail - the landlord special of white painted walls and walnut wooden flooring still managed to be moody and eclectic. Thrifted hardwood bookshelves and cabinets lined the walls, full of books, trinkets, and other knick-knacks, with a rich oxblood-coloured Persian rug being the moody centrepiece.

"Is that… Do I smell a garden or something?" Leon asks, his eyes traveling towards your lit tomato-leaf scented candle.

"Yeah, oh, that reminds me. Should probably blow that out now." You say, bending down towards the candle and snuffing it with a short puff of your breath. Leon forced himself to keep his eyes on the salt lamp on your shelf, instead of staring at your ass. It's a very interesting salt lamp. Way more interesting than the curve of your ass and- Oh god, he's looking right at your ass. You then gave him the rest of the tour of your apartment, before opening your bedroom door. Leon's cheeks flush crimson, he's never been inside another girl's room before. And it smells so distinctively of you.

"Your room… It's nice. It's really cozy." He compliments, a brief beat of silence. "I've never been inside a girl's bedroom before." He adds, looking down at his grey socks.

"It's okay, really. There's no pressure, I just want you to remember that. How about we just chill for now, maybe cuddle?" You ask him, as you gently lead him by the hand to show him a few of the things you keep in your room. Your jewelry tray. The little painting of a flower you made with friends at a paint 'n' sip. Your favourite framed artworks, hanging on your wall in various frames and sizes in an organised chaos.

"It's so well-decorated… I still have my walls painted a light blue from when I was in middle school. I think I had one poster on my wall at some point… Maybe. Thank you for showing me your room, it's… It's like a snapshot of who you are as a person. I really like it." Leon politely remarks as you both sit on the edge of your bed.

"I'm glad." You smile, turning to him. "…I really want to cuddle you, if that's okay. But we go at your pace if you're not comfortable with that." You request.

"I… I'd really like that." Leon smiles, as you crawl backwards onto your bed. His frame is as stiff as a board despite the plush feeling of your mattress - he's so obviously rigid because he's never done something like this before. "Do I…?" He trails off as you face him, settling into his arms as your cheek leans on his chest. Leon's hands hover for just a moment, unsure of where to put them. But as he relaxes into your touch, his hands find their way to the small of your back and the top of your shoulder, loosely wrapping you in his arms.

"…I can feel your heartbeat." You softly chuckle. It's thudding fast against his ribcage, like a trapped hummingbird, battering against the bars of a cage to free itself. Leon tightens his arms around you just a little more at the comment.

"I can feel your heartbeat too. But it's a bit slower than mine… Is it because you… You're used to this feeling? Or you're relaxed?" He asks out of genuine curiosity.

"…Neither. I've been breathing deeply and purposely trying to calm myself down so I don't jump on you and eat you alive, actually." You chuckle, looking up at him from his chest. "I don't want to scare you off too quickly. But yeah, I suppose it's easier to calm myself since I feel so safe with you." You add in a tender tone.

"Wait, you're… Holding back for me?" Leon blinks almost owlishly, as his brain seems to stutter, reboot, and then reconfigure. The thought of you holding back for him, to restrain yourself for his benefit - it unfurled something searing and dangerous in his gut. "You don't need to- I mean, you can, but, I don't want you to hold back because you're worried about… Breaking me." He looks down at you with an affectionate expression. "Actually I might break, but I don't want you to treat me like I will. I trust you. I really do and I… I really like you. I want to do this. I want you to teach me how to take care of you." He adds in a small but earnest voice.

The corner of your lips curl into a genuine, sincere smile. "…I really like you too. And I really want you to enjoy this, so… We'll take it slow, okay? I don't want you to feel guilty whenever you're with me. I'll stop the moment you don't feel comfortable, okay?" You whisper, and he nods.

"Can I kiss you again?" He tentatively whispers back in question.

"Of course."

You kiss him - it's a tender, slow kiss, brimming with affection. But upon the second kiss, it turns into something more hungry, as you hook your leg over his hip to pull him closer. Leon's hands roam over your body - the small of your back, the nape of your neck, the sides of your shoulders, your hips… His hands wanting to be everywhere at once. Leon moans your name softly, his hips bucking against yours with a whimper. He's painfully hard, only this time, unlike the barbecue and the park, he doesn't seem to flinch. "Teach me… Please… I want to touch you… Properly…" He breathes out in between kisses. "I want to make you feel good. Please… Show me where." He pleads with blown-out pupils.

"Alright… Do you want to learn how to do it with your mouth, or your hands?" You whisper, planting a kiss on his neck. Leon was almost certain his pulse momentarily flatlined at the sensation.

'I think it's cute when a guy has kind and soft looking eyes, because it's really cute when they look up at me all doe-eyed when they… You know…' Your words from the barbecue event replay in Leon's head.

"Mouth, please…" He barely croaks out, his face somehow turning even more red as his breathing turns ragged. "You mentioned, um, at the barbecue that you like it when… They look up at you. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you mentioned it. Not once… Not a single night. I'm entirely new to this but- I want to try. I want to make you feel the way you made me feel." He confesses quietly.

"Oh… You've been thinking about me a lot, hey?" You coo gently into his ear. "Don't worry, you're learning. I'll guide you." You add, slowly rolling onto your back as he hovers over you, placing small kisses against your neck. His hands fiddle with the waistband of your lounge shorts.

"I guess… These need to come off." Leon murmurs, and you lift your hips off the bed so he can slide them off in one motion. You remove your tank top as well, the skin of your chest hitting the cool air of your bedroom. Leon instinctively lowers his lips from your neck to the swell of your chest, his hands gently grazing against your skin with reverence.

"Good guess." You chuckle affectionately as you gently pull the back of his head, closer to your chest as he plants soft little kisses, gingerly touching your breasts. As his lips wrap around one of your nipples, you let out a soft, needy whine, which spurs him on to sucking on your other nipple, his tongue gently flicking at it a few times experimentally. He pulls away from your chest, his lips a little swollen and flushed already.

"I really like those sounds you make. I… I want to hear more." He says, lowering himself to your hips. "I… I might be bad at this, like, really bad. But I'll listen. I'll do whatever you tell me." He admits, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh. "I think I'm ready. Tell me what you like, please…" He adds in a whisper, his eyes looking up at you, full of devotion.

"Alright." Your voice is soothing and sincere as you slide your underwear off your hips. Leon is frozen like a statue at the sight of you - his jaw hanging open agape at the sight of you, his cheeks flushed and slightly dazed expression seems fixed in place for a good moment. "A-Are you okay? If it's too much we can stop here." You check in. Leon's eyes settle on the sight of your puffy, glistening folds - proof of your arousal. Proof he's making you feel good. Physical proof of your desire for him. "…Leon?" You call out to him. He blinks, his gaze slowly lifting from your dripping wet cunt to your face - the expression of genuine concern and kindness.

Something that Leon had locked away and left to calcify seemed to finally crack, and it cracked wide open. "No," he whispers hoarsely. "No, it's not too much. It's- You're perfect." He looks up at you. "Please tell me what to do. Please, I'll be good. I'll do everything you say." He rasps out.

You gently grab his hand, moving his thumb to your clit. "Here is where the most nerve endings are which you should focus on," you move his hand to stroke your folds, "…And here is where there's less, but it still feels nice to the touch, so you don't need to neglect it. Just start with a slow pace and build up to a fast rhythm." You instruct, tilting your head, noticing he's still staring with wide eyes. "Still with me, Leon?"

"Y-Yeah, I am…" He nods visibly, as if you just pulled out of a foggy dream, and you reach out to stroke his jawline momentarily. He nuzzles into your hand, as if he were a puppy seeking affection.

"Good. You can start whenever you feel comfortable." You whisper.

Leon leans forward, taking a slow, tentative, experimental lick in one slow, flat, broad stroke. All the way up from your hole to your clit. The taste was something foreign but very welcome - slightly salty, sweet, and musky all at once. He feels you shudder underneath his touch, the small gasp that leaves your lungs. And that's all it takes. He repeats the motion once more, this time making those slow, deliberate strokes as if he's intentionally remembering, so he can commit your body to his memory. It's clumsy and a little uncertain, but he's your dedicated student.

"Like this?" He murmurs, his words muffled against a mouthful of your pussy. He focuses his tongue on your clit, starting off with slow and unsure strokes. Your back arches off the mattress, and he watches your expression contort into one of pleasure. Leon quickly falls into a rhythm of evenly-paced wet circles against your clit, his eyes showing intense concentration as he looks for every little whimper, mewl, and twitch of your body to learn what makes you tick. "Am I… Am I doing a good job?" Leon asks, looking up at you with those soft, doe-eyes. That's what you wanted to see.

"Yeah… Yeah. You're doing so good for me."

"Good… Because you taste so good…" Leon dives his head between your thighs once more, his efforts more hungry now as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking with a gentle and steady pressure before flicking at it with his tongue. Your hips buck into his mouth and a needy moan escapes your mouth. 'Oh. She likes that.' Leon thinks to himself, before doing it again, but this time with a little more pressure and keeping an even, steady rhythm. Your limbs begin to writhe and your cunt begins to twitch against his tongue, as Leon studies you with awe with every sigh, moan, and whimper that you make. "Is it okay? Am I doing it right? Tell me, please…"

"Y-yeah… You're doing perfect, baby. You're such a good boy. You're so fucking- Ah- So perfect for me." You whine softly, stroking his silky blonde hair. The praise was intoxicating to Leon; hearing that he's good. That he's perfect. He's not a sinner. He's not wrong for wanting something. Someone.

"Please… Say that again… Please." He whimpers against your cunt. The corners of his ears are prickled with tears, the overwhelming relief and emotion that he wasn't disgusting or tainted, but that he was perfect. In your eyes, in this act, he's perfect. "Again… Please." He rasps out needily. He doesn't wait for an answer - his efforts redouble, his movements now driven and purposeful.

"You're so good to me, you're so perfect- Oh- fuck… You're gonna make me cum, do you think you could do that? Can you make me cum, baby?" You ask as he looks up at you with glassy, affectionate eyes as his tongue is practically consuming you, his tongue working against you with so much fervor that you honestly think he might be devouring your soul at this point. He eagerly nods in response to your question, his tongue flicking and sucking relentlessly until you finally feel that coil snap in your lower stomach. His name tumbles from your lips as you cum all over his mouth, your orgasm ripping right through you as your body shudders. Leon doesn't pull away, he lets you ride your high out until you're completely spent.

"That was… Okay. Yeah. You're one quick learner." You chuckle breathlessly, kissing him as you taste yourself on his tongue. He moans into the kiss, and you look down at the large patch of precum that has stained his pants. "Okay… You took care of me. Now I'm going to take care of you. Just lay back." You whisper, kissing him once more. Flipping positions, Leon is now laying back, still keeping the same rigid posture he usually has - but you're certain that will change shortly. Your knees sink into the bed, your hands freeing his cock from the constraints of his pants and underwear.

Leon's chest is heaving as he looks down at you - the sight of you peering up at him through your eyelashes as your hand grips around his cock. You can feel his pulse wrapped around the flesh of your palm, his pink tip drooling and sticky with precum. "…You're so beautiful." Leon can't help but breathlessly murmur. While his entire body was rigid, his eyes were completely soft - staring at you with adoration and a sense of devotion so intense for him that it's spine-chilling. "I've never… Nobody's ever done this for me before." He whispers, before letting out a sharp gasp of pleasure at the sensation of your tongue darting out to make little kitten licks from the base to the very tip of his cock.

"That's okay. Just relax for me, yeah? I want you to enjoy yourself." You whisper against his skin. Your wet, pink tongue darting out to collect the salty-sweet pool of precum from his weeping slit. Leon's breath hitches in his throat, his hands reaching for your hair as he fondly strokes your head.

The moment your mouth engulfs the entire head of his cock, he lets out a needy whine. "O-oh, this is… Really… You're really… Oh, fuck…" The cuss tumbles from Leon's mouth so naturally. He never cusses. But he's also never had his cock in a woman's mouth before, so there's a first time for everything. Your mouth continues to work him, your hand falling in rhythm, as you create a tight, hot seal against his cock, stroking up and down.

His hips buck against his own will as he lets out a high-pitched, pathetic, whimper. It was the sound of Leon breaking. He's fucking your mouth, and he can't stop; in fact, he doesn't want to stop. The heat of your wet mouth and the pressure and pace of your hand is too much. It's all too much for him. He moans your name, choking on sobs of pleasure as he looks down at you with desperate, dewy eyes. "It's too much, I can't hold it- I can't, I can't, I'm… Ah-!" His voice is strangled and gravelly. He comes completely undone in your mouth, his orgasm so forceful that it momentarily blurs his vision and makes his entire body shake and shudder under your touch. He whimpers and moans as thick, hot white ropes of cum shoot right into your mouth, and you greedily lap up every single drop, keeping your mouth on him until he's entirely depleted, savouring the taste of him.

"How was that? You okay?" You ask him gently, pulling your clothes back on before crawling back to your spot right next to him on the bed. Leon simply lies there for a moment, as if someone had pulled the head and limbs off a toy doll, feeling like a bunch of disconnected parts. His powder blue gaze settles onto you, and he smiles softly.

"I… Think I just died. I think I'm dead." He lets out a short laugh, rolling onto his side to pull you close. "Sorry I didn't warn you, I just… It was really sudden and… Also you swallowed it- Why would you…? It's…" Leon swallows thickly, unable to finish his sentence as he holds you tighter.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, of course I did. It's so… What?" You ask him, as his shaky hand reaches out to cup your jawline delicately.

"I don't know… In the church, they say doing all these acts are unclean. Something like that is… Disgusting. I've been taught my whole life that it's shameful and sinful." He pauses, trying to choose his words carefully. "But you don't think I'm disgusting or dirty…?" He asks, his eyes displaying complete vulnerability.

"You're not disgusting or dirty. Not at all. I would never even think of you that way- well, unless you wanted me to." You chuckle, easing the mood a little. "I did it because I like you Leon. I like you and I mean that. And I really like being intimate with you. At your own pace, of course." You whisper.

"Thank you, I- I think I really needed to hear that. Thank you." Leon whispers back, pulling you impossibly tighter.

You both stayed that way for a while. After you cleaned yourselves up, Leon spent some time holding you in his arms as you watched a lighthearted comfort movie before he thanked you and made his way home.

The entire walk home, Leon feels like his brain and heart have been fractured. He's grappling with his actions and his faith, equal amounts of pride and shame like two tidal waves colliding directly against each other. He's unsure which feeling would win, but the feeling of anxiety is soothed by the memory of your touch. Of your words. And suddenly, it's not so bad.

Leon's keys jingle through the front door lock, his father sitting on the couch with a lukewarm cup of tea as he watches a baseball game. "Hey, dad." Leon greets his father, the casual tone feeling like a pebble stuck in his throat.

"My son! How did the studying go?" Paul grins at Leon, turning the volume down a little. Leon's brain flashes back to the bus stop trash can with the unopened packet of cookies sitting at the bottom of it, likely covered in food and litter. A pang of guilt hits Leon's chest.

"It was great, I'm feeling a lot more prepared now. But I'm so tired, I might've gone overboard on the studying." Leon nods, unable to hold his father's gaze for too long.

"Aw, don't worry about it. You did well! Have a rest. You've earned it." Paul beams proudly, as Leon nods and slowly makes his way up the stairs. "Oh! And Leon, we're hosting Bible group on Thursdays now. Don't forget!" Paul calls out.

"Alright, I'll write it down!" Leon responds, before retreating into his bedroom and shutting the door. Leon stares at his bible, the book splayed open to Corinthians. He lets out a slow exhale, and shuts it, picking it up and placing it on the top of his dresser, barely touching it as if it were a hot stone. For the first time in his life, his bible isn't resting on his bedside table.

The verses, the bible group, the expectations he's placed on himself, the expectations that others have placed on him… None of it matters. Nothing matters to Leon Kennedy anymore, except for the next time he'll see you again. And he's certain that's going to be very soon.

yeahhh i'm so doing a part 3 hope u guys don't mind teehee

I LOVE SUBMISSIVE WHIMPERING MEN

—

—

—

No one really tells you that the first year of marriage is oftentimes the hardest.

You’d been with Leon for so long, neither of you thought making it courthouse-official would change much. You thought you were simply promoting each other from boyfriend-girlfriend to husband and wife.

But somehow, every struggle seemingly got promoted to something more legitimate, too. And ever since your honeymoon in Mallorca, your honeymoon phase is MIA, lost along with your luggage.

You’d outgrown his apartment, as nice as the place was. You agreed on that, at least. But you couldn’t agree on the best place in D.C. to settle down. Probably because you both hated the city itself, though neither of you would say it out loud. You’re pretty sure your realtor was about to fire you as clients the sixth time you changed your mind between an apartment, a townhome, and suburbia. You did eventually find the perfect home with a big backyard and a marble shower to boot, but moving house together was a whole other subject.

You wanted to hire movers, Leon didn’t. You shudder to remember the person you became when you dropped the ump-teenth box, and his sigh as he came to help (again) was all it took to send you over the edge of frustration. Not your proudest moment, for sure.

It also didn’t help that the DSO met his promotion to husband with a promotion to mentor. He’d just been starting to be able to leave work early every once in a while, and suddenly, he didn’t even have time to take his lunch break with you in the break room. Instead, you spent your first few months of marriage picking at your leftovers in your cubicle while you ate alone, eventually spent crying because you knew he wouldn’t be home until bedtime, too.

And because he got home late, you did most things alone. Pretty much everything except put away dinner, since you left it on the stove for him. You felt like you lived alone. And when he was there, you had to spend your time talking about boring, important things, like letters from the bank, when your family should come into town, which one of you left wet clothes in the washing machine, and how the hell you’ll ever be able to have a kid if he’s not present.

That last fight was really bad. But how could you blame yourself? You basically had a sexless marriage six months in. You were dying from sexual frustration which didn’t help anything, and you could safely guess he was too by how he matched your bitter tone.

You just didn’t have time. And when you finally did, one of you was either too exhausted, too mad at the other, or Leon was too afraid of bioweapon brain matter being under his nails from his last mission.

What a normal relationship you had.

The sarcastic thought made you chuckle under your breath without meaning to, and you felt Leon stir on his side of the bed.

“Hm?” he mumbled tiredly.

“Nothing.”

You blinked out into the darkness of your moonlit bedroom for a moment, and then you turned around to him, nuzzling your head onto his chest. His arm instinctively wrapped around you, his thumb tracing light circles on your side. You sighed into his touch, but there was a sadness around the edges of the sound. He always picked up on things like that.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied. Another beat passed. Then, you simply told the truth. “I love you.”

His thumb stopped. You both realized it’d been a while since either of you said it outside of routine. Your heart ached, wondering how long you’d said it and really meant it.

He kissed your head before whispering into your hair, “I love you too,” and squeezing you tighter to him.

For the first night in a long time, you fell asleep somewhat content. You wondered if he did, too. You wondered why you couldn’t remember the last time that you did. You spent the next whole day trying to, and when you couldn’t, you wondered how it all went wrong. Finding no good answer, you called your friend who’d been married a lot longer than you and told her everything.

“This is actually really common, you know. Have you considered couples counseling?”

That’s what she had said to you, and that’s what you just said to Leon.

He looked at you from where you sat on the couch like you said you wanted a divorce. You tried again to swallow the lump in your throat as you watched something shatter in his blue eyes. Then, he looked down at his hands.

“Okay. If you think that’s what we need.”

You blinked at him. You really didn’t expect him to agree just like that. You’d really worked yourself up to have this conversation. To confront the fact that neither of you were happy. To say it out loud, to make it real. A brave act, and the first step on the path to fix it.

“Are you sure?” you squeaked.

Leon stood and hugged you tight, swaying with you in his arms as he held you like you might break.

“I’m sorry things have been so hard. I want us to be good again, too. So whatever you think will help, I’ll try.”

You hugged him back just as hard, and for the first time in a while, your release of tears held hope.

—

Your therapist is a godsend. Turns out, you both had a lot of baggage to unpack. Turns out, that’s easier to do together than alone. Not easy, but still easier at least.

In the past six months of therapy, you feel like you’ve learned just as much about each other and yourself as you had your whole relationship prior. Arguments have been traded for sit-down discussions, bitterness for tenderness, and at least two lonely nights a month have been traded for dates.

But still, every so often, you lie awake in bed despite your husband’s arms around you as he drifts off in sleep.

No one really tells you that even when things get better, you’ll still wish it didn’t take so much work.

You miss the before-times. The butterflies when you first met. When loving each other didn’t take the extra effort, as worth it as it was. Even though you’re happy again, you miss when everything was simple. You miss it terribly.

Maybe Leon wasn’t as asleep as you thought. A common occurrence. Still, you didn’t realize a tear had fallen ‘til he turned towards you and brushed it off your cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He whispered, still maybe half asleep.

“Nothing,” you try, but a sniffle deceives you. Leon turns fully towards you, gathering your face into his chest. He speaks softly as he pets your hair.

“Tell me, it’s okay.”

You sigh and say it.

“Sometimes I miss the beginning. I miss when everything was easy.”

His hold tightens and he holds you there in the dark, firmly, keeping the cracks of your heart together with his strong arms in the way only he can.

“I know, baby. It’s alright. You can cry.”

You do, softly, and he holds you until you fall asleep.

Leon misses it, too.

The next day, he has an idea.

—

When he pitched this idea to you, you thought it was seriously corny. Possibly too corny for you to get into it, so much that you feared the hotel he booked in advance would go unused. Since when did he believe in your nonexistent improv skills? You were skeptical at best.

Then, you walked into this swanky restaurant and saw him sitting at the bar, swirling around a glass of whiskey as he sat alone in the amber light. Your heart pounded like a schoolgirl as you approached, leaving an empty seat in between you, pretending to ignore him as you waited for a bartender.

It really was like being strangers, meeting for the first time. And with every sideways glance he gave you, eyes raking down your exposed shoulders all the way down to your high heel shoes, your skin burned with anticipation.

Just as you got your first drink, he made the first move.

“Do I know you?”

“I don’t think so,” you acted. “Where do you work?”

“Classified.”

“Ooh, mysterious. Do you ask every woman that?” you asked sarcastically, pretending to pick apart his opening line the way you would any man at a bar.

“Only the beautiful ones.”

You kinda couldn’t believe that your blush was genuine. You took a long sip from your drink and swiveled your seat to face him. You took your turn to eye him up and down, your view settling on his silver wedding band still on his ring finger. It plucked your heart strings to know that even for this, he didn’t take it off. And that gave you an avenue to follow.

“More beautiful than your wife?”

Leon bit the inside of his cheek and smirked to hide the way he squirmed inside to find a good answer for that. Then he looked back at you as he answered slowly, measuring every word.

“My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“Then why are you here trying to chat me up?”

“Guess I can’t help staying out of trouble when someone like you sits next to me.”

“Someone like me..?”

He nodded once, his eyes darkening as he keeps them locked with yours. He looks painfully attractive, and you can’t help but to lean in.

“… And what kind of trouble are you trying to get into?”

“As much as you’ll possibly let me.”

—

You were right. The hotel was a total waste. A fleeting thought as Leon’s cock pounded into you over and over and over again right there in the restaurant bathroom.

You worried you’d break the poor marble countertop with how tight your hands gripped it with every thrust, trying desperately to hold onto anything to keep yourself up on your toes. But in fact, the only thing keeping you upright was Leon, with one bicep around your neck and his other hand tight over your mouth. You could feel your drool seeping through his fingers, but you didn’t exactly have the capacity to be embarrassed about it. Not when your cunt was weeping onto the tile between your feet.

“Keep it down for me. Don’t wanna get us caught, yeah?”

All you could do was whine as the deep rumble of his voice went straight to your core, as if you could even get anymore turned on right now.

“Look in the mirror, look at me. Keep watching me fuck your brains out, baby.”

The sight in the reflection was insane. You looked insane. Your hair was a mess, your carefully done makeup was smeared and running from your watery eyes, your sexiest little black dress pulled down below your breasts and up above your ass where he railed you from behind. And he looked impossibly hot, his bangs falling over his face and darkening his expression, his unbuttoned dress shirt barely hanging onto him, his muscles taught from the force he railed you with.

Your eyes went wide as a knock came from the other side of the door, but he didn’t miss a beat. “Occupied,” he said firmly, not even for a second stopping his assault on your pussy.

Somehow, your senses being put on alert heightened everything, and as your heart rate soared, your legs started to wobble beneath you. But Leon can read you like no other, and didn’t miss the opportunity to change the angle and hit right where would make you see stars.

You couldn’t help but to chant his name regardless of it being muffled under his hand. “Yeah?” he asked in response. “You like doing this in public? Letting me fuck you anywhere? That gonna make you cum?”

You nodded your head fervently, toes curling in your tights even before he reached down to catch your clit between his calloused digits.

“Then do it. Cum on my cock right here for me. Let everyone know who’s in here making you scream.”

And you did at once at those words, getting lightheaded from the force of it as you gasped for air through your nose as he muzzled you tighter to dampen the violent and embarrassingly high-pitched sounds that left your throat, blurry vision on the mirror as he chanted, “look at me, look at me,” and then he too choked on his words as they changed to, “you’re s’tight, fuck, fuck, let me cum inside, let me fill this tight pussy up, please, please.”

You reached behind yourself to hold him tight by the hip, urging him to stay buried deep in you in lieu of words until his thrusts broke apart into a stutter.

You felt him empty within you as you came down from your own high just in time to see him fall apart clearly in the mirror. His cock felt hot and heavy inside as he pulsed there, groaning roughly into your ear with every aftershock. Just as he was done, before either of you had any opportunity to catch your breath, he pulled out and spun you around to catch your mouth in a kiss that was all tongue and passion, his hands roaming all over your body like he’d never hold you again, cupping your face and ass all at once.

You spent minutes like that until you finally broke apart, resting your forehead against his as you panted, wondering if it was the cocktails or him that had you so dizzy.

—

You were dying of boredom in your cubicle by the time your lunch break hit. You made a circle from the break room back to your desk to grab your lunch from the fridge, and then unpacked it as you scrolled on your phone.

You decided to text your husband. He was off on a mission, so you know he won’t answer anytime soon if at all, but you can’t help it. You miss him terribly.

You: Date night when you get back?

And then a few minutes later:

You: I haven’t worn my black dress in a while.

You eat your sandwich with a grin, pressing your thighs together at the memories. Then, to your surprise, your phone buzzes and comes alight.

Leon: Anything to see you in that.

You: I know what you’d do to see me out of it, too

Leon: Anything.

You: All you have to do is come home safe

Leon: Can’t wait to come back to the most beautiful woman in the world.

“your rent, free. just, uh, let me touch you every once in a while. up to you how often.”

leon calls out gruffly, a hint of nervousness in his rumbly voice.

“i’m not a perv, i promise, it’s only if you’re interested.”

you make a thinking face, weighing your options. leon definitely was a pervert, but that was okay, you could work with that. still, he was sweet, and even though he was kinda rough around the edges, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him a little hot. besides, even though the rent was cheap, it’d be nice to have the few hundred dollars back.

“what the hell, sure”

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚

that’s how it started.

at first, leon really just wanted to play with your tits. he’d spend an hour or so sucking and kneading at your breasts, rubbing his hard on through the old pair of tactical pants he always seemed to wear. his canines clipped your skin every so often, making you jump and leon apologize profusely, promising it won’t happen again. it made you wet, to be honest.

almost every afternoon the two of you had your routine, the older wolf-man fondling and licking your nipples until they were aching, while you scrolled on your phone or watched your favorite tv show. you had a sneaking suspicion that leon came in his pants more often then not during your little sessions.

from there, things quickly escalated, leon asking you nervously if he could jerk off in front of you, turning into leon cumming on your tits and pretty lips. drops of sticky white liquid drip from your chin onto your breasts, and you can’t help taking a little lick of leon’s hot cum.

mmm, it wasn’t bad, in fact, you wanted more. his cum was musky, piney, and slightly sweet. you swipe a finger on the side of your lips and pop it into your mouth, tongue swirling around to taste the wolf hybrid’s arousal. leon’s eyes look like they could pop out of his skull, eye bags prominent as he huffs and puffs, trying to retain his composure.

“here, for the other day.”

the older man remarks gruffly as he tosses an envelope onto the kitchen table, colorful edges of cash poking out the sides. your eyes follow the package, then back up to leon with your eyebrows arched.

“y’know for like groceries and stuff. i don’t know, get your nails done or something.”

leon is clearly out of his element but it was adorable the way he tried to communicate his gratitude for you. getting your nails done would actually be fun. being roommates with leon was really the best.

“thanks, leon, i’ll show you them when i get home.”

you leave the older man with a kiss on the cheek, retiring back to your bedroom. leon remains in the kitchen, cock growing hard at the thought of your pretty manicured hand wrapped around it.

˚.⋆꒰১ ໒꒱⋆.˚

and so here you are, bent over the back of the couch as leon fucks your thighs, his thick cock slipping past your plush fat with a wet plap plap plap. he’d brought some lube from his room, jerking his cock above your clothed pussy until he couldn’t resist rutting into your thighs.

you bite your lip, containing a moan as leon’s rock hard cock presses against your wet cunt, shielded by a thin scrap of fabric that was soaked with lube and your slick. your pussy ached to be filled, imagining how good it would feel if leon was thrusting just a couple of inches higher… you push your ass up to meet his thrusts and from behind you floats a low growl. leon withdraws from your thighs and jerks himself through his climax, spilling hot cum all over your ass and panties.

fuck, you were almost ready to rip your panties off yourself, body practically screaming at leon to fill your needy cunt with his thick wolf cock and breed you. every inch of you ached for it, hole clenching around nothing as leon shakily put his cock back into his pants.

more than anything, you’d been looking into what wolf hybrid cycles and knotting entailed and you knew for certain there was something leon could give you that you wanted more than any amount of cash.

you began to hatch a plan.

it’s a normal saturday night, you’re watching a movie with leon before going out with friends. he’s got his mouth on your left breast, sucking at your nipple tenderly, eyes shut and lost in his appreciation of your body. his cock is out, stroking himself languidly as drops of pre-cum bead out of his angry red tip.

moving him off of you casually, you pull up your shirt and stand up.

“gotta get ready, i’ll be back.”

moving towards the bathroom, you throw your phone on the couch, screen bright with your browser app open. leon lets out a sigh, dick still hard in his hand. his eyes move to your phone, curiosity getting the best of him.

the last tab you have open:

“how to prepare for a wolf’s knot”

it looks like leon had seen a ghost when you come back to the living room. his eyes are wide, cheeks pale, and he looks up at you with the sort of desperation that assures you the first step of your plan worked. you smile down sweetly at your old man.

you know, wolf hybrids really aren’t bad at all.

then unable to take it anymore, you closed your eyes too for a second and slammed your heat down on his cock, in one fluid motion, taking him completely inside you, the pressure of him inside your heat made you suck in a sharp breath as he filled your hole until you felt him deep in your guts, and god the way he deliciously stretched your pussy, your walls wrapping themselves around his length with quite ease -- like they have done it many times (they have).

your knees were straddling his thighs, digging into the soft mattress on either side of him, instinctively your hands found his shoulders for balance as you began to grind your hips, in slow, deliberate circles that made him hiss through his teeth.

"happy birthday, hubby," you moaned, rolling your hips faster on his cock.

"fuck—fuck, sweet thing," he choked out in a breathless chuckle which soon dissolved into a pleasurable grunt.

his fingers dug tightly into your hips, hard enough that you were certain they'd leave bruises for the next few days. "this isn't enough--" he rumbled.

suddenly, he surged his hips upward, meeting your downward roll with a sharp thrust that punched the air from your lungs, electricity crackled up your spine, your head falling back as he found the perfect rhythm—up, down, up—

shit this felt perfect, his cock, hitting the spots you could never reach in million years.

his each stroke started to hit that perfect spot until you were trembling above him.

you sobbed, "r-right there, Leon," moaning in a way you never had before, your body bouncing helplessly against his, as wet squelching sounds of his cock hitting your core filled the room.

swiftly a cheeky smile spread across his face as he released your hips, and you groaned, rolling your eyes, like the lack of his skin on yours--hurt you than any bruising he had left on your skin.

soon his rough hands moved to cup your breasts instead, fondling them, his thumbs flicking and teasing your nipples while his other hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing slow circles against your clit. "Oh God... Leon!" you cried out, and your voice breaks as feel the undeniable heat scorch your insides.

"Is that good, sweet thing?" he grunts gazing at you.

"ve..very." you say meeting his gaze.

"good", he chuckles, and soon his voice was started to come out in breathless moans, then as if something crossed his mind, a crooked grin plastered on his face, "oh i almost forgot, thank—" he panted between ragged breaths, thrusting harder inside you, "you—" another deep snap of his hips, and he lets out a raspy laugh, "baby for remembering my birthday."

jesus, you felt your walls contract his dick and suddenly the thought came uninvited and yet it flooded your mind, the birthday was his, and currently you were the one getting the reward: of him being buried between your thighs, and you let out a breathy laugh, closing your eyes for just a second before opening them again.

then you groaned his name, "Ugh—nghh... why wouldn't I?" you crooned, and cried out once more as he found that same sweet spot hidden behind your urethra again, the sound tears from your throat, and you could feel the love you'd carried for him swelling inside your chest, growing with every heartbeat, right alongside the overwhelming feeling of him inside you.

"baby you feel perf--" he starts, but you dont let him speak instead, you leaned down, that familiar wave of cute aggression rushing through your veins, and you captured his mouth in a messy, desperate kiss, swallowing whatever he had been about to say, and he moaned your name into your mouth while kissing you back sloppily, but still he doesnt stop moving instead you feel his hips slowing down a bit, just enough for you to savor the drag of him inside you, while the head of his cock kept rubbing against that sensitive back of you clit with every deliberate rock of his body.

"Oh--baby, you are smothering my cock." he groaned into your mouth, making you chuckle, and slowly, you pulled back from him, and the forty-nine-year-old man simply pouted — the most adorable pout you'd ever seen on someone his age, as though breaking the kiss had been the biggest mistake you'd ever made.

and you smile looking into his eyes, your walls spasming around him as he stilled for a moment and you roll your hips feeling him work himself inside your cunt, his breath hitching for a second and you feel his cock starting to throb inside you, the veins on his length popping and marking your walls as if it was desperately asking for a release inside you and god you knew he needed to get off as much you did, and suddenly soft heat began to flood into your lower belly spreading through your thighs soon your hole clenches strongly around him, and your chest heaves as you lean down on him again, "come with me," you whispered against his lips, your fingers threading through his hair. "Please, Leon—" you begged.

"god, yes—" his breath stuttered, losing his rhythm and you feel his whole body tensed beneath your body and with one last thrust he starts to pulse inside you in hot and thick ropes, his seed meeting your womb and it sent you over your own orgasm, and you feel the heat explode in your belly and your hole starts to clench one last time as your pleasure crashes through you in waves, and your cry out his name which gets muffled against his neck, your nails scoring his shoulders and soon you both rode the orgasm out together, and even after you were done you kept rolling your hips while he convulsed beneath you thrusting his hips weakly inside you, and at last he gasped your name loudly, and you collapsed over him your nipples brushing over his chest as you start to catch your breath.

"You feel okay?" He asks.

"Perfect, you?"

"Feel like a million bucks, sweet thing."

you hummed in response and after that, silence stretched for a hot moment, but it was broken up by both of your ragged and heavy breaths, and he breathlessly chuckles, while lovingly tangling his fingers through your hair, pressing lazy kisses to your temple, "my best birthday ever," he murmured, against you while still being inches deep buried inside you.

You laughed giddily, tilting your head up to look at him, and he stared down at you through his lashes as you nipped at his lower lip. "This isn't it," you teased, grinding down on him gently just to feel him twitch beneath you, and he shuddered, already getting hard again.

"I have a big surprise for you today."

His eyes darkened, and a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. "Hm.. is that so?"

"Mm-hmm." You pressed your forehead against his, feeling his heartbeat slow against your chest. "And it starts with chocolate cake at 1 am."

he grunted and pulled you even closer against him, and you felt that little shift in your core, which makes you shudder, but he didn't do anything else. Instead, he simply held you like you were something precious. "I love you," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. "So fucking much."

"I know," you smiled. "I love you so fucking much too."

"Yeah?" he groaned, but before you could answer, he was already flipping you over.

you shrieked at the suddenness of his movements, giggling uncontrollably as the mattress dipped beneath you, your back pressing into the sheets still warm from your bodies.

He hovered above you for a moment, his blue eyes drinking you in, then slowly, he pulled his cock out of your hole with loud squelching pop, and you feel the loss of him immediately, the sudden emptiness, and with a crooked smile he holds his cock in his palm before slapping it against your folds and you shiver at the sensation, "Lee", you sigh, then you watched his gaze drop to where his cum now trickled from your swollen, flushed folds.

"Let me clean this up." he grinned and settled your legs over his broad shoulders, his mouth ghosting so close to your cunt you could feel his breath hot and unsteady against your oversensitive skin, and you trembled, clenching the sheets tightly into your fingers as anticipation of what's going to happen next coils tight in your belly.

then he guides his fingers up and dragged two fingers through the mess he'd made inside you, his seed mixed with your arousal, glistening and obscene, wiping it clean, he extended his hand toward your lips, expecting you to lick them off his digits.

you opened your mouth for him without hesitation, eagerly sucking his fingers into your mouth, while tasting the both of you mingled together, salty and filthy.

he groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest, watching you with dark, blown-pupil eyes until he couldn't stand it anymore. "Now my turn to eat my dessert, sweet thing," he growled against your puffy folds, then without any more teasing he dove his face in your cunt.

slowly his tongue dragged a long stroke through your slit, lapping at his own release, and gathering every drop of it, before swallowing them then finally he thrusts his warm tongue deep inside you.

and you cried out loudly, not caring, if your neighbours could hear you, because fuck them, and you gasp, "leon!", he doesnt answer but he fasten the pace of his tongue which has your back arching off the bed, your fingers tangling in the sheets as he feasted on your pussy, then he growled against your heat, "so needy, still asking for more", he breathes against your fold before finding your clit and slowly he sucked on it, his eyes closed as he kept vaccuming that bud inside him, and breathing in your heat, while flicking his tongue on it in tight circles, and your hips bucked and you moan his name but he doesnt stop instead he pushes you higher and higher to your orgasm until you were sobbing his name, thighs trembling around his ears, and you lock his head between your thighs, but your big goofy man would not stop, he just grips your hips for support and ate you out like you were his favourite dessert.

the orgasm crashed through you suddenly and fucking violently, your whole body seizing as you came apart on his tongue, grinding against his face without shame, lost completely to the pleasure. then he licked you through your release letting you ride out your aftershocks, when you finally stopped twitching he presses tender kisses to your inner thighs and you floated back down on the mattress, completely boneless.

when he was finally done with you, he crawled up beside you, pulling you into his arms, his smile was lazy and completely sated. "Ready for round three? Because we still have thirty minutes till—" he murmured against your hair.

"stop talking... just make me feel good, again," you grunted, cutting him off mid-sentence.

and, swear to every god, he damn well did—for another hour. needless to say, the cake was burnt.

but for Leon? even without the cake it was the perfect birthday he'd ever had.