Let's Dance Boys!

Ren wears your perfume when he’s away for work, whether he’s on stage or just leaving to do a photo shoot overseas. Any perfume or oils you use are now in rotation until he gets back. When he’s asked about his choice of scent the answer is the same no matter who’s asking, be it a fan, interview, or his band mates. “It smells like home”

Osaki Nana deeply cherishes the time you spend together, but she doesn’t know how to tell you. How does she tell you that she’s counting down the seconds til she’s in your arms again without sounding so…needy? Wouldn’t that be off putting, knowing that she’s constantly thinking of your physical presence and that feeling that comes only when you’re around?

You already guessed that Nobu’s cheesy was using your relationship as inspiration for lyrics sometimes. You’ve heard the songs he wrote for your ears alone. Have you found the scrapbook? He takes plenty of pictures when the two of you are together, but his favorite ones are added to a scrapbook that he’s been working on. It’s clear he poured his heart and soul into it because there’s glitter, so many stickers, cute little poems next to the photos, and more. While he isn’t exactly embarrassed, Nobu is a little shy about it seeing that you might think it’s a bit much.

"Really? You'd do that for me?"

"Sweetheart I was gonna be there anyways, I wouldn't miss your first performance for anything in the world."

As it turned out, not but three days later, Leon's words would be sadly disproven.

Being a rookie came with very few perks, as such, Leon was assigned to cover one of the worst shifts by his Lieutenant. Not only was it a generally rowdy shift, it also coincided with the exact time of your performance.

Leon broke the news to you with the saddest puppy dog expression, he looked more upset and heartbroken than you felt (though his sadness did bleed into yours a bit, making you feel more upset than you would've alone).

"I'm sorry honey, I tried to explain to Lieutenant Branagh that I needed that time off in my schedule but...I get lowest priority...I really am sorry".

You held no ill will towards him, it was a bad situation to be in, and considering the fact that the both of you needed your jobs to afford your bills, you weren't about to encourage him to shirk his duties and risk getting fired.

Honestly, that night, you lay in Leon's arms, considering calling and cancelling the whole thing but, listening to the steady beat of Leon's heart as he slept, you think of how upset he'd be if you missed out on this opportunity-- especially if it was because of him-- and you resolved to still do it.

The thought of rejection or embarrassing yourself was terrifying but letting Leon down hurt more than any fear you had.

With your resolve steeled, you grudgingly march towards the contradictorily anticipated and dreaded day. Leon was even more vocal about his support than usual, clapping at the end of each run through of the song you did.

When the day finally came, Leon got ready for his shift with all the enthusiasm of a man getting ready for war. He still kept things light for you though, trying to tease and distract you while getting ready.

"You look so beautiful, are you sure I need a job? I can be one of your groupies full-time."

That comment was accompanied by a caress down your body and a none too chaste squeeze of your rear. Pale grey eyes--darkened with a shade of want-- meet your eyes in the mirror.

You contemplate the suggestion with a distracted hum--too busy tracing the seam of his lip that his tongue has traced and now disappeared into-- before shooing him away so you could finish getting ready.

He accepts your dismissal with a good natured laugh, kissing your forehead and then your lips, making you promise to tell him how it goes, before leaving.

With Leon's absence, a familiar anxiety starts to crawl it's way in but you're able to stay it's hand with the amount of things you have to get done.

Upon walking into the lounge, you note that it's a pretty upscale place. It's about the size of your apartment, maybe a bit larger due to the way that the interior's been nearly gutted with the exception of tables, booths, and a bar tucked into the corner. The stage has been set up in an area that's nearly swarmed by tables and you kind of freeze at the sheer amount of potential eyes that would be on you. Taking in the sparse interior of the lounge leaves you wondering where the backstage area is for performers (or if there even is one?).

Luckily you aren't left wondering for long as a frazzled woman with a clipboard approaches you, gives her name (Tara), asks if you're a performer for open mic night, and escorts you to an off-to-the side hallway that you missed in your initial inspection of this place.

Scratch that, this place is definitely bigger than your apartment.

Tara leads you to a backstage makeup room where you see about six other people waiting, you assume they're performers based on the general nervous buzz shared by the occupants in the room as well as the fact that some of them have brought instruments.

Making conversation is easy, it soothes your nerves, and the fact that this isn't a competition means that people are kinder than they'd be in any other circumstance.

You meet Nick and Sasha, they're a band of sorts; Nick plays guitar and Sasha sings. You also meet Bobbi; a comedienne trying to get more shows under her belt, Mazzi; who's also a guitar player, and Keith; who's apparently somewhat of a local legend for his skills with the saxophone.

Tara drops off one more person--Laina, another singer-- before explaining the rules of open mic night at the lounge. Each person is randomly assigned a slot, you have ten minutes to perform your set. if you go over, the lights get cut and they move on to the next person. No encores.

The look in Tara's eye spoke volumes and honestly, you were kind of scared of her.

Your timeslot was last, at 10 sharp you'd be onstage and singing without anyone in the crowd whose face you knew. And just like that, your panic was back in full-force.

As the room slowly emptied, you were left staring at the clock, digging your nails into the meat of your palm and hoping that the sting of pain would takeaway from the slowly overflowing, all-consuming panic that was taking over.

You heard the surprised cheers of the crowd as Keith came onstage, the way that they clapped and cheered even as the saxophones dulcet tones began to wane.

Having a panic attack to the sound of a saxophone was a new...experience for you.

Stepping out of the room and onto the stage wasn't much better. Everything felt too hot--too stuffy, too sticky. There was a five-ish minute window for you to gather your bearings and in the walk over you managed to somewhat put yourself back together.

You distantly hear the emcee calling your name, nothing feels real in this moment. With one last chance to pull yourself together, the curtain opens and you walk onstage.

Your earlier assessment was right, you could see just about everyone in the front of the house. The amount of eyes on you was staggering--it seemed that even just the rumor of Keith the Saxophone Man was enough to draw a crowd this large.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you move to introduce yourself when you see a familiar head of blonde slip in through the front door.

Leon's got no luck finding a seat, so he makes himself inconspicuous as possible by finding a spot on the wall that's dappled with shadow while still granting him a decent view of the stage.

You know the moment he knows you've spotted him. He gives you a half-smile, one that's just for you, which causes your heart to stutter as you signal for the DJ to play your requested songs.

The bar fills with music and Leon seems to glow with the gravity of his joy.

You wouldn't say that your anxiety completely disappeared, if anything, you think your brain blocked out some parts of your memory, but you know that as the song picked up, taking emotional turns that corresponded to the tone of your voice, fear lost it's grip on you.

As you went through the rest of your set, the audience began to sway to the song with you, not that you paid them any mind, focus almost entirely on Leon.

With your set ending, you became aware of the cheers of the audience--loud and resounding. You take a final look at Leon, who's joined in on the cheers, before mentally zooming out and basking in the glow of a show well done.

After the show, you damn near jump off the stage in your attempts to meet up with Leon (who you've become more and more certain is not supposed to be here).

After stepping off the stage the proper way and following Tara through the convoluted ass hallway that you entered earlier, you finally stand face to face with your boyfriend.

He attempts a greeting but is swiftly cut off by you running into his chest to throw your arms around him. You beat him to the punch, "I'm so happy you're here."

You release him from the hug to pull him into an emotional kiss. Though shocked, he easily gives in to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you ride out the surge of emotions that compelled you to kiss him so suddenly.

"Wow! You greet all your fans like this?"

Still giggly, full of adrenaline and euphoric at the fact that he's here in the flesh, you reply, "Just the ones I'm dating!"

And before Leon can make some quip about if he should be worried (you really made it too easy for him), you pull him into another kiss, this one a lot less hurried but still just as loving and full of emotion.

Leon was just finishing up his latest report, typing away on his computer at his desk when Lieutenant Marvin Branagh entered the office.

“Rookie?”

“Yes, Sir?” Leon looked up from the screen, watching his superior walking over to him.

“You ready with that report?” Marvin asked, his gaze dropping to the opened file on Leon's desk.

“A few more minutes, then I am all done,” Leon explained, eager to finish that report as quickly as he could. Not only because he wanted to do a good job, but also because he knew you were waiting for him at home. It was past 10pm already, and he was the last one in his office, yet again.

Luckily, you had been very understanding for him and his job, never once complaining or blaming him for not having enough time for you.

Your relationship was different from the ones he had before. It felt more mature, more like something real. Something that’s gonna last. Or at least that’s what he hoped for.

As if reading his mind, Marvin’s gaze wandered over to the photograph of you and Leon that had been sitting on his desk for a while now. One of his friends had taken the photo after a night out together. You two were smiling at the camera like two lovesick idiots, so innocent, adorable, and almost cheesily cute. It wasn’t perfect, and maybe that was why it was one of Leon’s favorite pictures of the both of you.

“Is that your girlfriend?” He asked.

Leon smiled proudly. “Yeah. That’s my girlfriend. Been together for six months now."

Marvin raised an eyebrow. “The same time you started your job here?” He asked, a slight grin on his lips.

Leon laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s right. I guess I can call myself lucky,” he remarked, remembering the first time he’d met you.

It was after one very late shift at the RPD. Everything was closed down already, except for a small 24/7 diner in the city. A diner you would later officially refer to as “our diner”.

He was still wearing his uniform, completely worn out and exhausted from work. He just wanted to grab a quick dinner and then call it a night.

As fate would have it, you happened to be there as well, sipping on a cup of coffee in the middle of the night. You looked just as exhausted as him and still managed to give him a smile. A smile that would completely knock the breath out of his lungs, as well as making him go weak at the knees.

Normally he wasn’t the type to just hit on someone, especially not when still wearing his uniform, but he decided to give it a try.

It turned out you were into him as well, and yes, maybe him wearing the uniform did help a little, as you would later tell him. What started out as a few innocent dates with lots of laughter turned into a real relationship with deep feelings and trust.

Well, the rest was history.

“Alright. Finish the report and then you can go. It’s Friday evening, and I don’t want to keep you away from your girl,” Marvin chuckled, patting Leon on the shoulder before walking off. “Besides, I want to go home too. My wife and I want to watch the game together,” he laughed before closing the door behind him.

Leon smiled happily, looking one last time at the photograph before finishing the report.

Meanwhile, you were already at home in your shared apartment. It was small and cozy, perfect for the two of you. You were changing into something comfortable, throwing your work clothes into the laundry basket.

It was Friday evening, which meant it was pizza night. A little tradition you and Leon had established after you both agreed that none of you wanted to cook after the busy week.

"Babe, I’m home!” You heard Leon call from the hallway.

“Coming!” You called back, slipping into your shirt before running off to your boyfriend.

When he spotted you, his face instantly lit up, an adorable flush of redness covering his cheeks and neck. His soft hair was a little disheveled but in the cutest way, and you had to contain yourself from immediately running your hands through it. As much as you loved seeing him in his uniform, you almost preferred him like that. With just a simple shirt and jeans but still so breathtakingly good-looking.

“Hey, baby," he said softly, pulling you into his arms.

“Hey” You smiled as you cuddled up to him, inhaling his comforting scent. “You smell so so good,” you mumbled into his shirt.

You could feel the low rumble of his laugh vibrating through you, your head still on his chest. “Freshly showered just for you. Didn’t want to scare you off with the police station smell,” he teased.

You raised your head slightly to get a better look at him. “Would’ve cuddled you anyway,” you grinned.

“That’s what I hoped for." He leaned in for a gentle kiss, cupping your face in his hands. You returned his soft kisses, melting into his touch and holding onto his shirt. Making out with him always felt like something between sweet and spicy. You never knew in which direction it would lead.

After a few more moments of your lips dancing against each other, he pulled back slightly, looking down at you.

“I have a small surprise for you,” he noted.

“Oh?” You looked up at him, curiosity sparking in your eyes.

Surprises had become another tradition in your relationship. The two of you loved surprising the other with little gifts or acts of service in general, no matter how big or small. It had taken on a life of its own, you could say.

You followed his gaze and spotted a box of brownies sitting on the console table.

“Are those-“ You approached the small box, eyeing the delicious and moist-looking chocolate brownies waiting on the inside. “The chocolate brownies from ourdiner?” You asked excitedly.

He chuckled. “Yup. I preordered them during lunch break and picked them up after my shift. I thought that might be a good dessert for later." He smiled.

You gasped, a little choked up from this thoughtful and utterly sweet gesture. "Leon…thank you! That is so sweet of you!” You said, wrapping your arms around him again.

“No need to thank me,” he said with a soft expression on his face.

You gazed at him for a few seconds, grateful for this wonderful human being who had slipped into your life.

“You’re so gorgeous,” you whispered.

“Gorgeous?” He asked, the redness on his flushed skin deepening. A sheepish smile crossed his features as he scratched the back of his neck. A gesture he often did when he was getting a little flustered.

“Yes, you are,” you giggled, peppering his face with kisses, before taking his hand and guiding him to the kitchen, along with the brownies. You started rummaging through the kitchen drawers, looking for the delivery menu from your favorite pizza place.

“I am sorry for being so late again,” Leon mumbled, eyeing your movements.

“I told you, you really don’t need to be sorry. "I understand, Leon,” you smiled softly, looking back at him. He was always so worried about not being there enough for you, when in reality he had been nothing but a picture-perfect boyfriend to you.

Leon was four years your junior, which made him the youngest boyfriend you’d ever had. Initially, you’d believed that you needed someone older, someone with more experience, but over the years you’d come to the conclusion that this wasn’t the case. Men will be men, no matter the age. In the end, it always came down to what mattered the most: personality.

“I would still like to make it up to you,” he said, appearing behind you and putting his arms around your waist, his face nuzzling into your neck.

“Well, maybe I have an idea on how you could make it up to me,” you teased him, biting your lip slightly, which immediately got him flustered. You could hear it in the way he was taking in a deep breath, as if he were trying to build up the courage to act on it.

It was adorable to you how easy it was to get him worked up, even though he tried to hide it, of course. But there was one factor he couldn’t hide.

His hardening member pressed against your backside, fueling the excitement in your body that had started to build. He started kissing you along your neck, his hands wandering higher up to the curve of your breast. “Oh yeah?” He asked in a hushed voice.

He was needy. Very needy, but that didn’t bother you in the slightest. Having someone by your side who worshipped the ground you walked on, as well as your body, sure felt flattering and exciting.

Sex with Leon always felt new and refreshing, and what he lacked in experience, he made up for with attentiveness and care.

Your pleasure was always his top priority, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to talk a lot during sex. He always wanted to ask what you liked, what you needed, and what brought you the most pleasure, and you kind of enjoyed exploring new things together.

“I thought you wanted to order pizza," you whispered, eyes closed as his hands continued their exploration of your body. One hand was fondling your breast; the other was now on your ass, while his mouth was still busy caressing the warm skin on your neck.

“Right now, I want my beautiful girlfriend,” he mumbled, his voice muffled from kissing you. “Besides, you were the one who started it,” he continued.

You held back a chuckle. “It was just one sentence."

“Enough for me,” he said, groaning when you started pressing your ass onto his crotch. You slowly started grinding against his erection and let your head fall back against his chest. His fingers went under your shirt to get better access to your soft skin, toying with the lace fabric of your bra.

With one finger he slipped underneath, brushing over your nipples, which hardened under his touch.

“Leon,” you breathed, tilting your head slightly so you could kiss him.

“I’ve been thinking about you the whole day. Couldn’t get you out of my head,” he muttered between kisses, his touches slowly becoming more desperate as he groped your breasts.

“Oh yeah?” You asked with a hint of teasing in your voice. You wanted to hear more, so much more.

“Yeah. Had to even excuse myself to the bathroom,” he admitted, rubbing himself against your ass to get a little more friction. He could already feel a small, wet patch forming inside his boxers, clear evidence of how pent up he was.

You looked up at him. “Did you-“

“No,” he said quickly, shaking his head as if you’d asked the most disturbing question in existence. “No, I just needed a few minutes to cool down. Also, I didn’t really want the others to see my boner,” he chuckled.

Your innocent boyfriend, getting a hard-on just from thinking of you? You were sure this man was an angel sent from heaven.

“Well, I am sure I could help you out with that,” you hinted, slowly turning around so you were facing him.

His usually bright eyes turned a little darker at your words, his dick already throbbing for you.

“And how would you do that?” He asked. If you concentrated, you could hear the slight shiver in his voice.

Slowly, you let your hand drift along his upper body, feeling the muscles tense under his shirt. You stopped at the growing bulge and started palming him through his jeans.

"Mhm." He hummed, holding himself back from turning into a moaning mess from just one simple touch. He couldn’t deny, though, how much he loved it when you played with his cock.

“I could suck you off, do it with my hands, ride you, let you fuck me into the mattress,” you listed in a low, seductive voice, your hands still palming him.

He blinked a few times, gathering his breath. He clearly couldn’t concentrate anymore.

“Fuck, yes please…I-I mean sounds good to me,” he stammered, looking down. He was practically hypnotized by the way your hands worked their magic on him.

“Take me to the bedroom then,” you giggled.

He didn’t need to be told twice. While still making out, you made your way to the bedroom. The first few pieces of clothes were hastily taken off and scattered through your apartment while still kissing each other every chance you got.

Once you reached the small and dimly lit room, you gently pushed Leon towards the bed, making him sit down on the edge.

With your eyes still fixated on him, you slowly knelt down between his legs, now only dressed in your bra and panties. He looked at you like he couldn’t believe his eyes, his mouth slightly agape. You’d done that so many times before, but he would never get tired of this sight.

“You are amazing,” he murmured, letting his gaze wander over your breasts that were hugged perfectly by the sheer lace.

You remembered him getting it for you after a shopping trip together. You’d joked about trying on lingerie, and to your surprise, he was instantly hooked and practically dragged you to the next store. Initially, you’d thought he would be shy about it but it turned out he wasn’t anymore. With every new set you’d tried on, he looked more and more like a kid waiting to open their birthday presents.

You smiled at the memory, starting to trace your fingertips along his abs, seeing them tense the lower your fingers wandered.

Maybe it was just you being utterly and completely in love with him, but you were convinced this was the most handsome man you’d seen in your life.

Teasingly slow, you helped him out of his boxers, letting his rock-hard member spring free, right against his stomach.

You placed a kiss on the tip, smiling when you felt him twitch under your lips.

“Babe…”

“Hm?” You looked up with innocent eyes, watching his strained expression.

“Don’t tease me too much,” he muttered pleadingly.

“Mhm” You slowly leaned a little forward, licking a long stripe along his shaft, from bottom to the top. “Better?” You asked.

He groaned in frustration, and before he could state another complaint, you finally wrapped your lips around him and started bobbing your head up and down in a slow manner. You didn’t apply too much pressure just yet, letting him adjust to the feeling. One hand was placed on his thigh, while the other stroked the rest of his length that you didn’t fit in your mouth. Not yet.

“Fuck….babe…t-that… that feels so good,” he moaned, letting his head fall back. He was so worked up already from the beginning that it was getting increasingly difficult to keep himself from cumming in your mouth right then and there.

He placed one of his hands behind him on the bed for support, while the other tangled in your hair lovingly, guiding your movements just gently.

You swirled your tongue around his tip, continuing with your movements. Drool was already spilling from your mouth, making a mess on both you and him, but you knew how much he enjoyed it. The messier the better. His words. Not yours.

“You look so so good like that,” he praised as you looked up at him, mouth still full with his throbbing cock.

“Ahh…fuck” He whined whenever you were taking him extra deep, a skill he'd appreciated every time. He remembered the first time you'd done it, it had felt like his head was about to explode. And he'd gladly accepted his fate if that meant enjoying this feeling one last time.

“Holy shit…yes” He watched you through lidded eyes as you kept sucking him off, your cheeks hollowing out for a more intense feeling.

His thighs tensed, toes curling, as he felt the familiar tension returning to his abdomen.

You'd gotten to know the signs when he was close, so before you went any further, you decided to slow down a little to let him breathe.

“That is…god…amazing,” he stuttered, stroking through your hair while looking down at you lovingly.

You smiled at the compliment and licked your lips, tasting the lingering flavor of him.

“Anything for you,” you hushed, stroking over his thighs. “How about…I go on top tonight?” you asked after a few more moments.

You had tried out various positions before, but something about riding him while seeing his overwhelmed and blissed-out expression drove you completely wild.

He looked pleasently surprised at your bluntness, blinking a few times.

“Yeah, please! I'd love that,” he nodded eagerly. “But…I want to take care of you first, please,” he added in a quieter voice.

He loved going down on you, not only for your pleasure but for his own as well. He had to admit, hearing you screaming out his name, writhing in pleasure from his tongue, gave him an extra boost of confidence.

Also, if you'd started riding him now, he would have finished within 10 seconds, and he didn't want to risk that. Not tonight.

“Only if you want to,” you said, but you knew his answer already.

“I always want to taste you,” he said, gently helping you up and onto the bed. You felt yourself getting aroused at his words, growing undeniably wet by the minute. 

He helped you out of the rest of your clothes, admiring your bare body.

“You look so beautiful….wow.” The last words were coming out merely as a whisper. He had seen you naked many times before, but he'd never get bored of that view in front of him.

His hands started playing eagerly with your tits, massaging the soft flesh until he replaced one hand with his mouth.

He eagerly sucked on your already hardened nipples, groaning while doing so, while his other hand kept fondling your breast.

“Leon….yes,” you sighed, arching your back to give him better access.

His cock immediately twitched upon hearing his name falling from your lips. He mumbled something in between, which you couldn’t really tell with his mouth being stuffed full. By the way his erection was pressing against your thigh, you were sure it must have been something positive.

Once you lay down, he reached for your legs, opening them carefully to expose your glistening folds to him. He took a few seconds, looking in awe at your wet pussy, before burying his face between your thighs.

The first few times he'd gone down on you, he'd tried to do everything. His movements were everywhere, trying to lick, kiss, and finger all at once, at the same time.

It wasn’t bad per se, not at all, but it was a little eager. Maybe a little bit too eager even. He just didn’t know how to use his skilled tongue just yet. After directing him a little and explaining how you liked it better, he became a total pro, though, leaving you breathless every time. Just like now.

“You taste so so good,” he mumbled between licks, gripping onto your thighs to keep them open.

His flattened out tongue licked long stripes over your cunt, giving you the maximum amount of pleasure.

He occasionally looked up to your face, still licking over your wetness, trying to gauge your reactions. He wanted to study you, see what brought you the biggest pleasure.

Your clit pulsated with every lick, and the more pressure he applied, the wetter you became.

“Is that okay?” He asked, looking up from between your thighs with glistening lips.

“Yes, Leon. It’s perfect…please keep going,” you whispered, holding onto his soft hair, tangling your hands in it.

He smiled as you gently pressed him down again to where you needed him most, and he happily complied.

After a while he suddenly started sucking on your clit, causing a sudden and intense amount of pleasure spreading throughout your whole body.

You moaned, gripping his hair tighter, hips bucking against his mouth as he simultaneously started licking your clit.

“Leon oh god-“ Your climax was quickly approaching, making you feel like you were about to enter another dimension.

He alternated with the pressure of his hot tongue against you, all the while keeping a constant level of suction on your clit until your walls started to clench around nothing. You cried out in pleasure, feeling your orgasm washing over you.

Leon groaned against you, his cock throbbing in need as he heard your moans and whimpers. He licked you through your high, keeping a firm grip on your thighs as you rode against his face. The taste of your arousal sent another jolt of pleasure right to his cock, which was begging for more attention.

He watched as you came down from your orgasm, placing a few kisses along your inner thighs.

“Where did that come from?” You asked, breathing heavily, as you looked down at him still lying between your thighs. He was smiling proudly, like he just won the award for best oral-performing boyfriend. You were sure he’d never done it like that before, and you’d never mentioned the sucking part either.

“Well…” He grinned. “Maybe I read a thing or two,” he admitted sheepishly, looking at you.

“Read something?” You asked.

“After our conversations…I wanted to improve and try something out,” he explained.

You imagined your adorable, innocent-looking boyfriend reading through steamy articles about how to please a woman right, maybe with flushed cheeks even. He was just the best and most thoughtful boyfriend you'd ever had; you were sure of it.

“That was perfect, Leon. Whatever you read, it was great,” you chuckled, taking a few more moments before you got up again and kissed him on the lips. “You’re the best,” you whispered, causing him to smile.

“Now how about my idea….the riding,” you teased with a grin, pushing him down gently.

“Fuck yes…please ride my cock,” he sighed, taking your hands in his to help you straddle him.

You slowly let yourself sink down onto his length, taking your time so you could both adjust.

You sighed, closing your eyes at the pleasant sensation of him stretching you out and filling you completely. Every now and then you were sure you could feel him twitch inside you.

His hands drifted to your hips, gripping them tightly with his eyes closed and brows furrowed.

„You are so tight around me….f-fuck,“ he said shakingly, trying to catch a breath in between.

“Mhm. And you’re so big,” you whispered. Just as you were about to start moving, he stopped you with his hands still on your hips, fingers digging in your skin.

“Can you wait for a minute?" he breathed. “P-please. I don't wanna cum too soon,” he stammered, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

“It's okay,” you said, smiling softly, placing your hands on his warm chest and feeling the rapid heartbeat under your fingers and palms.

His gaze drifted down your body—your neck, breasts, and stomach—and ended right at the point where you two were connected.

“It's just that…you're so beautiful and hot and you do all the right things and you feel so goddamn tight around my cock. So w-warm,” he rambled without taking a breath.

You blushed at his loving words and leaned down to kiss him again.

“I love you, Leon,” you mumbled against his lips, hands still braced on his chest.

“I love you too. So much” He groaned when he felt you starting to roll your hips against him. You continued with slow, teasing movements until you switched to actually bouncing on his shaft up and down.

Mesmerized, he looked at you and the way your tits were bouncing with every movement you made. Once you saw his fixated gaze, you took his hands and placed them on your breasts.

“Touch me, Leon,” you urged him gently, to which he instantly complied. He toyed with your soft breasts, brushing over your nipples as you continued riding him.

“Yes, please keep going fuck-“ He felt his cock becoming harder, if that was even possible at that point. At least to him, it felt like it.

You started to increase your pace, hands still on his chest and eyes locked on his face. His cock glided deliciously against your walls, massaging you and hitting just the right spot. Your clit was still so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it felt heavenly whenever it brushed against his pelvis.

The room was filled with the sounds of grunting and moaning and the wet sounds of your wet cunt riding his cock.

“Leon, you feel so good. God…yes,” you moaned, closing your eyes shut as you fucked him faster.

You decided that if he got to try something new, you would too. With every time you bounced on him, you started tensing your pelvic muscles at the same time, causing you to become even tighter around him.

He opened his eyes. “How did you do that?” He asked, completely flabbergasted.

“Wait…that?” you teased, tensing your inner muscles again. His cock twitched, feeling like you were milking him.

He took in a sharp breath, looking at you with glossy eyes.

“That stays my secret,” you winked, doing it again while continuing to ride him. You silently thanked yourself for keeping up with your pelvic floor exercises.

“Fuck fuck fuck…..oh god….” he cursed under his breath as his fingers pressed into your skin while you rode him faster. His hips bucked up to meet your thrusts until you found a perfect rhythm together.

You cried out as he hit your sweet spot again, making it impossible for you to focus on anything else.

“I think I’m gonna cum…I can’t last much longer,” he said through gritted teeth, breathing heavily.

You nodded quickly. “It’s okay, don’t hold back”

“No, I want you to cum again first,” he muttered. If you were in a different situation, you’d surely went for an “aww” but that seemed inappropriate, so you just kept on riding him, moaning his name over and over again.

You watched as he put his fingers on your clit again, rubbing tight circles on you, and within a few more moments, you felt your second orgasm wash over you. Your walls fluttered around his member uncontrollably, and with that you took him over the edge with you.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ Was all he managed to say as he came, spilling everything he had to offer inside you. You kept moving in sync, helping the other to ride out your highs.

“Mhm, Leon, please, yes,” you moaned, still moving up and down to prolong your orgasm.

After a few more moments, your movements became slower and slower until you stilled, his cock still inside you.

The both of you stayed like that for a while, catching your breath and just staring into each other’s eyes.

“That was amazing. As always,” he mumbled with a satisfied and pleasant expression on his face.

“It really was,” you nodded with a smile, gently stroking over his hot and damp skin on his chest.

“I feel like…you’ll be the death of me someday,” he grinned. “But in a good way!”

You laughed. “Oh yeah? Well, I am working on it." You winked as you got off him. He whimpered when you did so, already missing your tightness and warmth around him.

He extended one arm out, inviting you to snuggle up to him. The aftercare and the cuddling with him were just as good as the sex was. You already knew how caring and protective he was, but he made sure to prove it to you every single time.

Gently, he kissed your cheek and searched for your eyes.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked hopefully. “Because I really did,” he added in a quieter voice, as if he weren't sure if he should really ask it.

You giggled and turned yourself to the side so you could really see his face. “It was wonderful, Leon. I loved everything about it,” you said encouragingly, laying your head on his chest. “You’re really good in bed,” you added with a smile.

“Ah, not as good as you are,” he said with flushed cheeks.

“That’s not a competition. It’s about how well we match and communicate, not about who has more experience,” you said softly, brushing a few hair strands out of his face.

“That’s true, I suppose." He smiled, brushing his hands gently along your back.

You stayed like that for a while, cuddling and enjoying the quiet, until you heard Leon's stomach grumbling.

You chuckled. “I guess we should order the pizza now, hm?”

“Yes, now I am reallyhungry,” he laughed quietly. “I will order for us, and you can already hop in the shower. I will join you then." 

“Mhm, sounds perfect." You nodded, slowly getting up from the bed.

“You want the usual?” He asked as he made his way to the bedroom door.

“Yes!” You said, slipping into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom.

“Anything else?” He called after you.

“Only you!”

He chuckled as he heard your joyous response, staying like that for a few seconds and reminiscing on your shared intimacy. You were his world, and he would do anything to keep you happy and safe; he was sure of that.

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