I Like Things!

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you kiss the blonde man, tender. “i’ll ask you again, are you sure about this?”

he smiles against your lips. “yeah. piece of cake.”

how the hell you ended up getting him on the bed with his wrists cuffed together to the headboard, you wouldn’t know.

a light mention of your nasty curiosity during a conversation was all it took, and then leon was interrupting you mid-sentence, asking questions, dropping hints for you to elaborate. and here he was now, boxers helplessly lowered to his ankles.

“alright. if you need me to stop, you know the word.”

“mhm.”

when you begin to slowly run your hand up and down his cock, he doesn’t sweat it.

the first time, he’s panting quietly, and the only warning you get from him is a word muttered under his breath; “close.”

your touch turns fluttery—light in a matter of seconds after his confirmation. not enough at all. he bites his lip, silent still.

it went on like that for a few more times. you had to admit, he was going strong.

the fourth time and beyond—that’s when you start to tease him a little more. running your free hand over his abs, or rubbing at his tip and smearing the precum there.

now, you can visibly see when he’s going to finish.

his hips will chase your fist almost imperceptibly but not quite. he’ll throw his head back with a low groan, and purse his lips together to muffle himself.

although, the part where he gives up on trying to stay quiet is by far your favorite.

it’s been about an hour—and possibly a half? leon can’t tell—and you still keep him on his toes, teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“damn it,” he huffs after the seventh time, sweat running down his brow.

you wish he could’ve felt the exhilaration you get from watching him squirm. your gut twists every time he nearly whines or moans or lets out an equally humiliating sound before he manages to catch himself—it’s bliss. you don’t know why it feels so good to see his thighs twitch with need.

“you’re doing so well, baby,” you croon.

it’s so unlike him, and maybe that’s what’s so deliciously enticing—the stoic, badass facade broken down into a mess. it sounds impossible, but you’re hopelessly in love with the idea.

the idea that is becoming reality now, right in front of you.

as you praise him, your hand speeds up and pumps his cock with fervent enthusiasm. he lets out an audible breath, then—

“hnn, fuck, m’bout to cum…”

his voice cracks; rises into an almost-whimper. god, it’s like he’s teasing you back, isn’t it?

“don’t be shy, let me hear you.” faster. harder. a squeeze on the upwards stroke that makes precum leak out every time.

“shit—! shitshitshit, please, god, so close—“

he downright sobs when you stop abruptly, hand stationary on the base of his dick. “that’s what i like to hear,” you say sweetly, and right before he can adjust, you start to pump his dick again—picking up at the speed where you left off.

“please,” he squeaks, a pathetic sound, somewhere from the back of his throat.

you see him—feel him—on the verge of release. he’s one breeze away from falling off the goddamn cliff with how close he is to the edge. “hold it.”

“can’t,” he sputters. his hands jerk against the restraints and yank and yank and yank—

“if you break those handcuffs, i swear to god, leon…” the quick rhythm of stimulation you were giving him breaks as you stroke him slower;

and then he lets out a hiccup.

“shit— sorry, fuck, keep going—“

“babe, are you crying?”

he sniffs. “i’m fine.”

you look closer at his face, and yeah, the inner corners of his eyes are shiny and wet (just like the head of his dick, you can’t help but compare).

you try to bite back a smile but to no avail. to be frank, you’re so aroused at the moment you feel woozy. “i can go on, yeah?”

“don’t look so happy that i cried,” he scoffs, playful if you ignore how hard he’s panting. “you’re too into this.”

“i can’t help it. you look incredibly hot.”

“so now you’ve finally noticed. what, are your eyes closed every oth-… ohhh, fuck—“

you start stroking him once more—just to hear him break mid-sentence, if you’re being honest—and push on his stomach with your free hand.