#devnmon writes

Leon's always been sweet, kind, caring, and giving in every way possible. He rarely takes any of that love back, especially when you compliment him. But then he's going from rolling his eyes and looking away to blushing in under a minute.

Even for someone who doesn't talk a lot, you had him speechless when he was flustered.

He knows if he meets your eye when you look so pretty telling him so he could probably believe you with how your eyes sparkle.

He's your entire world, why wouldn't you?

Especially when you'd been eyeing him in the kitchen cooking dinner while you were on the couch reading… wondering if you've ever made him moan as loud as he's made you.

When it occurred that you hadn't… a new idea was put into your head.

"Leon…"

You're beckoning from behind him while he's stood at the sink.

He doesn't say anything, just lets you wrap your arms around his waist and hug his back.

"Hey, baby."

His low voice cuts through the quiet and drives you crazy, watching his biceps bulge with each movement. It's the kiss you plant on his shoulder that makes him melt even more than your arms brushing his waist, a place you've deemed his favorite with the way he shudders.

His compression shirt sits nicely over his torso, accentuating every ridge of his toned chest and pecs. Your lips plant another soft kiss against his neck, and he knows you're not leaving his side. He also knows your hands are prone to wander when they're not pinned down.

Leon's aware of what's coming.

"What're you up to?"

"So pretty, baby…"

Leon chuckles under his breath, praying you don't feel the heat threatening to pool in his cheeks.

Your hands rake up his chest, nails scratching over the material of his shirt so lightly, and when you hear the sigh he lets out, it's a sign you're successful in turning him on.

"Yeah?" he huffs out.

"Mhm…" you mutter into his shirt.

Leon's focus falters a bit when your hands move back down over the hem of his shirt, feeling you toy with it before slipping your fingers underneath. A little more when they push his shirt up to reveal the soft skin of his stomach.

Goosebumps cover his skin with how light your touches are, completely thrown off task with your teasing.

He doesn't know how it escalates so fast… you were turning him on all too quickly and then when you mutter let me suck you off… his mind goes blank. He's blinked and you're peppering his skin with kisses, pleading.

Leon could never resist you.

Just when you thought he couldn't get prettier, his sharp eyes glance down at you on your knees for him.

"Fuck…" he's muttering, breathing deeply as he tries to commit this- commit you to memory on the backs of his eyelids.

Your pretty lips open, tongue sticking out as you kitten licks over the tip of his swollen cock dripping with pre, a hand holding him at the base.

Leon's cock is so pretty- par for the course with the rest of him. No wonder he shudders when you kiss him along the underside, running a hand through your hair. He's blushing as you swallow him down inch by inch.

The perfect size for your mouth, traveling every ridge and vein with your tongue. Your warm mouth is heaven to him, and you can't help but hum against him, listening intently to each of his whimpers. The friction sends his head falling back, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure.

"Shit- don't stop… please don't stop."

You've never heard Leon be so shameless in his moaning. He's stuttering and cursing every other word, trying to string together praises and sweet words about how well you're sucking his cock, how good you're making him feel- but he turns up blank.

Not having even uttered the words don't hold back to him, you're certain the warmth flooding your head has everything to do with how he sings above you.

Your soft palm rests on one of his thighs, moving softly against his skin though he's only tense because of how you pinned him down. His tip hits the back of your throat just the slightest and he gasps, enveloped in warmth and greedy for more and more with every movement you make.

Leon's shirt is pushed up above his navel and that pretty little trail of hair that leads to his base, his stomach flexing every so often with the urge to rut up into your mouth.

"So pretty, Leon…" you mutter, pulling off him with swollen lips and a hoarse voice.

Your words and voice have him twitching again, warmth of your mouth lost before you're swirling your tongue around his tip again.

"Fuck-"

"…And so noisy, good boy."

"Ca-can't stay quiet when you're this good at…"

His words fall out breathily before he moans again, almost like he's trying to keep his composure and not let himself go before he's ready to. Leon savors every time you touch him, especially when you get him whining and blushing and so fucking flustered that he feels himself start to sweat.

"Ohhmygod…"

He groans when you go down on him again, struggling to maintain the strength to stay standing.

"Hah- mmm.. fuck…"

This is the loudest Leon's ever been when you've got his cock in your mouth, and it's not looking like he's stopping anytime soon. His chest rises and falls with each breath that leaves him, always followed with a whimper or an expletive to complement.

When you push him to the back of your throat and gag, that's when he's shuddering and looking back down, moving your hair out of the way so he could see the way your lips're wrapped around him.

He doesn't care if it makes him cum on the spot with the warmth of your mouth around him and the wet sounds that follow. You're on your knees for him, doing all of this for him just because. Leon never asked, but maybe he should more often if this was going to be the outcome.

Though he'd much rather have you splayed open for him, thighs pinned down with his strength and your arousal all over his face.

"Baby, baby…" he pants, a plea for more- and he's so far gone already.

Leon's breath shakes and pretty little sounds keep leaving his lips, telltale signs he's getting close.

You want to taunt him, to take him in your hand and go as slow as possibly to delay his release but a part of you feels that's too cruel. You'd rather he just spill himself across your tongue without care. Tears prick up in the corner of your eyes when you pull back from having him deeper in your mouth, but the way Leon immediately looks down to make sure you're alright is too desperate to ignore.

He's on the brink- not able to last much longer and yet he's more concerned about if you're okay.

"You okay?" he pants.

"Mhm… close already, huh?"

"Uh huh," he replies, sheepish smile on his face.

You're licking your lips, swollen that they are and kitten lick at his tip before his palm comes up to cup your cheek.

"Where-"

"I'll swallow… just let go, baby…"

Leon huffs a breath before you're going down on him again.

"Fuck…"

It doesn't take long before he's whining again, holding your hair with his hand and bucking his hips up.

"Oh g-god, baby, I'm gonna-"

But he doesn't even get to finish his sentence before he's spilling over in your mouth, taking sickening pride in your soft lips wrapped around him. The salty taste of him spreads across your tongue before you swallow, slowing your movements before eventually coming up off him.

"You're too good at that…"

Requiem.

Leon’s custom revolver. Issued by the DSO.

A hefty thing, if one were to pick the weapon up without the aid of meticulously trained arms and hands. It might slip from another’s grasp if they weren’t attuned to its magnitude.

He’d designed parts of it himself, scaling every part to size in his sketchbook. The division was more than happy to put in the request.

From bullets specially made down to the millimeter, to the case it came in, the holster, even the grip fashioned with an eagle wing, requiem was the perfect heavy-duty revolver for Leon Kennedy.

He’s sat at the kitchen table, a multitude of cleaning tools and parts scattered about. Steady hands of the aged man work to no end at polishing each part of the gun. By now there is no edge, surface, or curve of the smooth silver surface that has not been shined by Leon’s hands. A delicate process, undoing each mechanism perfectly so to be laid out for proper cleaning.

It is something similar to watching a potter craft with clay, observing his silent movements from across the room. Only soft sounds of his breathing are to be heard, that and the occasional clink of requiem’s hardened metal parts.

He’s only in a t-shirt and sweats, but he’s never looked more domestic, even when the activity he’s taken up isn’t anything like the others you do at home. Loving Leon has brought many a strange thing washing up onto your shore.

Many a night without him, weeks away from you at a time, only to come home and crash in your arms were nothing compared to the image of him under a single lamp light, hyper-focused on detailing the weapon in soft clothes. As if he should be doing something more… homely like laundry or the dishes in an outfit like that. Threads weaved within hems stretch around his biceps and fall loosely by his waist, same for the cotton that rounds his thighs and flutters down his calves by the catching air of an open window. As large as they are—and half covered by sleeves—they flex every so often, veins bulging along with soft movement.

Though he’s wary to leave smudges on the sleek metal, somehow his fingertips leave it void with every swipe of the cloth. He’s intricate with each piece, detailing until there’s no stain left, then carefully placing it back in its place for reassembly.

You haven’t seen him use it, since the policy that came with the sleek weapon only permits its use on those tough-as-nail missions. Though that doesn’t stop Leon from making sure requiem is in pristine shape as if it were fresh off the production line. Requiem is merely one of other firearms he keeps on the premises- since Raccoon City, he can never have too many.

He’s had you learn as well, for your own safety, and for his peace of mind when he’s thousands of miles away or on a different continent entirely. Shooting range, strength training at the gym- he’s toughened you up for whatever may occur. You’ve learned everything you know about guns from Leon: how to hold it properly, shoot well, keeping your breath steady, the whole nine yards. It was easy when you had a good teacher, and yet you couldn’t stop yourself from watching his biceps flex and the veins bulge when he’s practicing.

Leon is painfully beautiful, and it’s distracted you on more than one occasion.

He’d said, “Pay attention,” right before, attempting with all your might to do so, but that was proving easier said than done. When he’s wearing a regular t-shirt and soft pants and you’re imagining this is how he looks like in the field, up against the most grotesque bioweapons known to man.

Zoning out on how his gloved hands wrap around the gun’s grip, only blinking back into consciousness after he’d emptied the magazine. It didn’t take a genius, he knew you’d been distracted, so when he handed you the gun and asked you to show him what he’d just done, you folded in less than a minute.

Leon was always more than happy to help you out, adjusting your grip and getting close behind you to make sure your shoulders were in the right spot. Soft hands relaxed your form while simultaneously setting you on fire.

From then to now, you never grew tired of watching him and his guns.

Leon habitually details requiem after a mission, sat at the kitchen table until it’s shining. This time was no different, the last couple hours of evening time used to give the weapon a proper cleaning. He’s so focused in on the task, and yet he’s able to pick up the sound of you coming down the stairs.

You’ve stopped right at the edge of the room, watching him for much too long. Those strands of dark hair, his focused eyes, furrowed brows… he looks so pretty… while he’s cleaning his most lethal weapon.

Some part of you wishes you worked with him just to see Leon use the gun. It probably has one hell of a kickback for anyone else besides him. The gun looks intimating just by itself, but in use, it goes without question that one shot could kill you instantly.

Not unlike any other gun in the world, but this one was special.

You should be more startled by the thing, knowing Leon’s skills with it. He’s told you not to be afraid, and your familiarity with one has definitely made that concern less. Still… it’s deadly. Especially in the hands of the one it had been made for.

A flit of your tongue over your lips as he starts clicking the pieces back into place, then a step closer to watch his hands move methodically.

The floor creaks.

He doesn’t look up, instead speaking into the dimly lit room.

“Come sit by me, you must be tired of standing over there watching.”

A smile fights its way onto your lips when you step into the room. The moment you’re in the light is when his eyes shoot up from the gun, still clicking pieces back together.

Leon’s blues are colored like the daytime sky- soft and pretty, yet they possess such power to fill a single glance with a rush of adrenaline.

One corner of his mouth pulls upwards when you finally let that smile break out around him, taking one of the chairs out to sit down next to him.

“Didn’t wanna disturb you while you were cleaning your gun. You seemed so focused and I didn’t want to break that.”

His eyebrows lift, light in his eyes twinkling as it catches in their reflection.

“You could never disturb me, baby.”

You know this, and still the desire to let him have alone time without you is what makes your relationship work.

“I know…” you trail off, watching him go back to fitting all the pieces of his revolver together. His hands, rugged as they come, seem to know the weapon inside and out, similarly to how they know you.

Grip in one hand like the weapon weighs nothing, Leon continues to rebuild the gun with each part.

Curiosity strikes, and there’s ideas swimming in your head before you can even think about one thing.

“Is um… is your gun heavy? It looks heavy.”

“Yeah, it’s got a good weight to it. But it’s not heavy when I hold it.”

Of course it’s not heavy for him… with those arms? It must be a piece of cake.

“Right, on account of it being custom made?”

“Uh huh.”

A gun that large should be intimidating to even see in person. Even if he’s never used it with you around, you should be scared of what it can do. It’s not a surprise most things that should frighten you aren’t as daunting when Leon is present.

Just like how exhilaration fills your lungs when you look at the long barrel of the gun, how its bullets are specially made- how it all is- for his use. Its ridges and width are all you can focus on as Leon’s hands move over them, clicking into place with the rest of the pieces. Its look in his hand, like it weighs nothing at all… and on top of all that, how dangerous it must be. Why else would the DSO make him a custom weapon other than to be more efficient at killing things?

“It’s pretty.”

“What is?”

“Your gun… I mean, it suits you. You… look good with it.”

Shy he might judge you, you look away and fidget with your hands instead.

“Do I?”

“Mhm…” you mutter under your breath.

“Well, I’d hope so.” he replies, chuckling a bit.

“You probably look super hot in the field with it. Too bad I could never see that.”

“Do you even know how dangerous it is?”

“It’s a gun, of course I do, Leon.”

“No,” he halts his movement, and you can hear when he does, “You don’t. Not with this one.”

Your mind is playing back all the weapons training he’s given you, instructing how to not be afraid of it when you were starting out.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Turning to meet his gaze feels as if it takes ten thousand years at the level of timidness you omit.

“Hold out your hands.”

“What?” you ask again, confused this time.

“Just do it.”

“But, you just cleaned it.“

“I can wipe it down.”

His voice is stern, so you don’t prod further before holding your hands out. As expected, he places the revolver in your palms, cold metal a stark difference to the warmth your body possesses.

Promptly after, your arms falter a bit with its weight. A type of weapon that would give anyone an arm ache if they weren’t muscled like Leon.

“It’s heavier than I thought.”

“Uh huh, more dangerous too.”

“Leon…”

“I’m serious. It’s not a toy. Touch it. Feel how real it is.”

Upon his command, your fingertips run over the polished titanium barrel, wondering how frequently he uses it on missions. How it probably gets covered in blood with no effort at all. Its warmth after a shot rings out. The gunpowder’s smoke trail.

God, it’s the perfect weapon for him.

Once again, you should be more frightened.

You should be.

But you aren’t.

Your thumb runs over the indentations along the bottom delicately as if it were an art piece.

“I know it’s not a toy, Leon… I’m just not scared. Especially when you’re holding it.”

He sighs, looking towards you with softer eyes.

“You’ve never seen me in the field with it, so you wouldn’t know.”

“Know what?”

“The number of things I’ve killed with it… I’ve lost count.”

The image comes to you instantly of him in one of his jackets, paired with the same navy blue compression tops, pointing the gun at some deformed lab experiment and lining up its head in the crosshairs right before he pulls the trigger. How adrenaline courses through his veins and the strength of his muscles braking any recoil it gives.

“Wish I could’ve seen how you looked while doing so.” you mutter under your breath, placing it back on the table in front of him.

“Oh yeah?”

Leon raises his eyebrows in surprise, picking it up for your viewing pleasure. He’d never deny his girl a show… without being a tease first.

“Mhm… you probably looked really good.”

“You sure? Cause I can get covered in blood really fast out in the field and, well, I don’t know if you’d want to see that.”

He’s playfully examining the gun while you watch, satisfied with your full attention on him.

Such a burden, beauty.

Popping out the empty cylinder, he spins it with his thumb and closes it back up. He knows you’re staring at his hands… or maybe you’re staring at the gun?

Seeing requiem in his hands made your heart race a bit faster. It’s easier to imagine how effortlessly he can work the gun on his missions, looking as if it weighs the same as his other pistols. But you know it doesn’t.

He shifts the whole chair towards you, so he’s facing you from the front, thighs spread how they always are when he’s comfortably sitting. Shifting the gun to one hand, he points it towards the ceiling like he does on missions and looks towards you.

“What, got nothing to say now?”

“I’m just observing…”

“Why don’t you observe a little closer then?”

He pats his thigh, inviting you into his lap with bright eyes and an eager stare, bicep bulging as he holds the gun upright.

An anticipation dripping with need grew under your skin, rounding your eyes and pupils with hunger.

Lifted from the chair before you can even think, your stride brings you to Leon swiftly.

Swinging your legs over his, the scent of his musk surrounds you immediately. His warm thighs are a welcome seat, free hand going to your waist as soon as you’re fully in his lap.

“There. That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.”

Leon’s features up close have your heart beating faster by the time you realize his eyes are on you, and that they’ve been on you this whole time.

“You wanted to examine my gun, hm?”

When he moves it in front of you, he cups the barrel in his other hand and presents it to you for your observing pleasure.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it?” Leon begins.

“Hm?”

“To observe?”

“Could see just fine before…”

A failed attempt at concealing how flustered you had become from Leon patting his lap a moment ago.

“Are you suggesting you aren’t enjoying my lap?”

“No! N-no, not at all.”

“That’s what I thought.”

“Leon…”

“Shh. You wanted to know how I look with it in the field, Right?”

You nod wordlessly.

“Then be a good girl and observe.”

His words disarm you, and suddenly you’re looking towards him with the willingness to obey his every word. Iced irises study your expression, how yours become rounded and focused on him as he is you.

A smirk pulls at one corner of his mouth again, watching your eyes trail down to the gun in his hands.

“There’s no other gun like this in the world. I’m the only one who’s got such a… beautiful weapon.”

You swallow thickly, back of your throat running dry from the way he speaks.

“Look at her… she’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

Leon shows off the gun in one of his hands, turning it from side to side as it shines in the light.

“Mhm…”

He chuckles, “Don’t worry, baby. You’d never come in second place.”

His eyes drift between you and the gun, noticing how you’re not staring at him with the gun, you’re staring at the gun in his hand.

Time to test a theory.

“You haven’t spoken more than a single full sentence since you sat down, you sure you’re okay, baby?” he taunts.

“I’m just enjoying the view…”

“You’re brushing the question off, honey. Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinkin’, hm?”

He brings the gun down in front of you, so your eyes focus back on him.

“Told you.”

“No, no… I don’t accept that answer.“

“Leon.” you whine.

“What’s so difficult, huh? You like seeing me with the gun? Maybe I should clean it more often so you can watch.”

One of your hands moves towards the barrel, wrapping your hand around it slowly.”

“‘S cold.” you speak again, barely above a whisper.

“Uh huh.”

“It’s not loaded, is it?”

Leon shakes his head, but you knew that already. He watches as you swallow again, exhaling a breath…and thus his theory confirmed.

Still in his grip, you lift the barrel up to your face for a closer look, then press a kiss to its muzzle.

Fuck, that made his cock throb.

Leon’s never been turned on by guns before, but seeing you like this not only proved him right about you, but it’s doing something disgusting to him that lights him up like a live wire.

Fingertips glide down the length of the gun’s barrel, and he swears he can feel it on his cock. Those teasing touches of yours, feather light that always force him to thrust upward for more friction than you’re giving him.

“‘S pretty… ‘s so pretty…” you mutter.

This is doing him in way more than he’s thought possible.

“Oh yeah?”

His depraved thoughts take over as he moves it closer to your face, your hand still wrapped around it. A small gasp leaves your lips as he presses the cool metal into your skin, dragging it slowly down your neck. There’s no danger of the gun going off, and yet it’s exhilirating with his firm hand under yours.

“That mind of yours is so dirty it couldn’t let you tell you how much you love my gun, huh?”

“Mhmm…”

Trailing down your neck, he runs it along the hem of your shirt, noting how your breath hitches when you inhale.

“How ‘bout you take that shirt off, and we can really see how much you love this gun.”

Leon already knows you do, the way you ogle at it in his hands says enough. It also goes to show with the hardness of your nipples peeking through your shirt. Grazing the muzzle over the hardened peaks of your chest makes you whine, pressing your lips together.

“C’mon gorgeous.”

Leon’s gruff voice makes your lips part when you exhale, hands going to the hem of your shirt to pull it upwards.

Your tits bounce prettily when they fall from your shirt, a sight his eyes focus on immediately upon your movement.

“There they are. Pretty girls.”

Your shirt gets tossed to the side and Leon’s eyes burn hot against your skin. He doesn’t touch you, at least not with his hands. Instead he places his free hand on your waist and moves you to one of his thighs, flexing it as soon as your weight is rested there. Your breath hitches when he does so, having to steady yourself from slipping off.

His next move is sliding the cold metal tip of his gun down your neck and through the valley of your breasts, chuckling when he notes the shiver that leaves your lips.

"You're way too turned on because of this." he taunts, swiping the muzzle under the soft flesh before bringing it up over one of your nipples. He takes great pride in the way you seem to keen even more for his touch, when it isn't even him that's touching you.

"Seriously... are you that needy?"

"C-can't I just like your gun?" you almost whisper from the fact that you're frozen in place by all this.

"Hm, no... not without me doing something about it."

"Fuck..."

Leon trails it over your areola and the rest of your soft skin there, blues of his eyes tentatively watching the unforgiving responses your body gives him. It's such entertainment for him.

A moment later he's dragging the barrel down your stomach, cool titanium causing more goosebumps to arise over the expanses of your skin. Your head falls forward to watch, but he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

"Ah ah," he begins, "Eyes on me."

"Leon... please..." you whine, and his eyebrows raise, chuckling to himself. He says nothing further, lucky you weren't wearing any shorts under that t-shirt of yours just to see your panties.

Just the cold metal of the gun brings you much more pleasure than you thought was possible, and you clench around nothing as you exhale another shaky breath. Your hips rut forward in the slightest, pulling another smirk from the older man underneath you.

"Couldn't just tell me you found my gun hot, baby. I would've understood." Leon's using that taunting teasing voice he always has on when he wants to push your buttons about something.

"Didn't think you'd know... what I meant... but- oh..."

You're cut off in surprise at the press of the muzzle into your lower stomach, right above the hem of your panties. All you're thinking about is the sound of the gun going off, how loud it's got to be and the imminent danger you'd be in if he'd actually loaded the cylinder.

The risk of life and death in that very moment only seems to exhilarate you even more.

Leon teases you once more when he almost slips the tip of the gun under the waistband of your underwear, but lets it go before it even touches that area of your skin.

"Oh, I knew. From the second I saw you eyeing my gun."

The vibration of his voice spins in your mind, making your clit throb. Another rut of your hips upward to meet some sort of satisfying friction he was so thoroughly denying you of without his touch.

"Bet you'd fuck this gun if it would fit inside you, huh?"

"Mhmmmh..."

You're whimpering again, little short breaths leaving you as your hips move again, attempting to pick up the pace.

"Oh, that's a yes. Too bad you can't though..."

You try to speed up, but Leon's got you right where he wants you, and there's no escape now. His hand on your waist steadies you, flexing his thigh again and driving you insane.

"Stop movin' your hips, doll. Gotta- fuck."

Before he knew what was happening, your hand reached down to grip at his crotch, very proud of getting him hard over all this.

"Brat. Don't you listen?"

"Mmm... sometimes."

"Better. Or else."

Leon is quick to pull your hand off his growing bulge and interlink your fingers.

"Hmph..."

His eyes rake down your body, right down to the wet spot making itself very noticeable on your panties.

"You're all worked up..." He says, dragging the tip of the gun down the front of your panties and not stopping until it's placed right over that spot.

Not only is it growing cold, but even colder now with the gun pressing into it.

"Oh-"

"Yeah? Like that?"

"Mhm... yes, daddy."

He was wondering when that name would slip from your lips. You seemed so turned on already the moment he got you in his lap, but hearing it now just made his cock throb again. You hesitate grinding your hips upward again, but knowing Leon, he'd have a firm punishment in his mind just for disobeying him again.

"Bein' such a good girl for me."

"Always a good girl for you, daddy. My handsome daddy... Look so good with your gun."

"You look pretty with it like this, baby."

He swallows thickly, adam's apple bobbing when he does so.

"Wanna feel you, daddy. Inside..."

"Oh yeah?"

"Please..." you whine again.

"Gonna soak my thigh first, huh? Bet a needy girl like you could get off just from rubbing yourself against it."

Your eyebrows furrow, needy indeed when all you want is for him to take his cock out and shove it inside you.

"What's that look for? You were so eager about it before. Do it for me, gorgeous. For daddy?"

You nod, never wanting to disappoint him. Especially when he calls himself that name. Your pussy burns with want at the smug expression that plants itself on his face.

"Say it."

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl. Now show me."

Your hips start slowly, the friction of his sweatpants enough to get you going as you realize the wet spot that's leaked through the cotton of your panties is making the gun's metal even colder. Leon holds the revolver steady against you, making sure it doesn't go anywhere.

The curved corners do wonders for bringing just the right amount of friction against your clit when it bumps up against it. Eyes fluttering closed, your arms wrap around Leon's shoulders and neck, holding on for dear life while your hips rut against the gun.

His free hand goes up to your boobs that bounce lightly with every time you thrust yourself forward, pinching one of your nipples with his fingers. He leans down to kiss your neck with the other, making his way down to the soft flesh of the other that's not being tweaked with his hand.

Leon's tongue rolls out, flitting against your other hard nipple and biting it lightly. That gains him one of the prettiest moans he's heard from you as your hips pick up the pace steadily.

"That's my girl. Keep going. Tell me when you're close."

His stubble scratches against your soft skin when he leans over to lick the one in his hand, making sure to give both attention so you're overflowing with pleasure all from him.

"Leon..."

Doing all this has only made your pussy wetter, and thus the spot on your panties bigger. It's all his fault, but you've gotten yourself into this mess, so you can't place the blame solely on him.

A jolt of pleasure courses through you when you find the perfect angle and your grinding becomes so messy and depraved within a second because of it. The cold metal, Leon's mouth on you, how his thigh muscles flex every so often just to make you moan... it was all too much and not enough.

"Fuck, daddy..."

Leon's lips are swollen and pink when he pulls off your tits eventually, blue eyes glazed over and filled with pleasure.

"Just like that..."

Leon's gaze falls to your panties, huffing a breath of enjoyment when he spots how messy his girl's made herself.

"So perfect like this... all messy, all mine."

"Sh-shit, I'm gettin' close..." you gasped out.

He presses his lips against your neck, stubble scratching as well but it only amplified everything else happening.

"Gonna cum for daddy?"

"Yes... yes, daddy... gonna cum for you.."

You were practically vibrating above him, and Leon looking up at you with his pupils blown wide and dark only made it worse.

You're completely done for when your eyes glance at him for a moment just to see his lips parted, breathing heavily as if he's the one about to cum.

The orgasm ricochets through your entire body, your hips stuttering against the cold metal of the gun and hitting your throbbing clit in the best way possible. He bounces his leg, drawing your orgasm out for longer if he could help it, and you whine, moaning his name.

"Atta girl... did so good, baby."

Your voice feels weak when you try to speak again, lifting your head with a dazed look in your eye.

"Gonna fuck me now, daddy?"

Leon drinks the sight of you in, placing the gun behind you on the table.

It would be so easy to drop his boxers, to spit in his hand and wet himself just enough to slide into you, and yet he doesn't.

That mind blowing orgasm he never fails to give you takes time, and by god is he ever so good at it.

He's already hard just looking at you, seeing what a mess your body can make without being touched. The anticipation is killing him.

"Leon…"

Your voice breaks him from his entranced state, catching the way your hips push back into the air as if he were standing right above you.

"I'm here, baby."

"Need you…"

He chuckles in that low vibrato, and hearing you whine only makes him want to give you the world even more.

Leon has his blues trained on your figure, even when he starts walking towards you slowly. It's tantalizing knowing you're just as much on fire as he is.

Your back is starting to prickle with sweat, and the light of his bedroom illuminates how soaked you've been for the past hour, already gripping the duvet of his bed with such desperation.

He can hear your shaky breaths when he starts to lean down over you, one hand near either side of your torso on the mattress.

Leon moves your hair out of your face to press a kiss to your temple, the already flushed look on your face making him smirk just the slightest bit.

"Prettiest in the whole world, my girl…" he praises, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.

His stubble gently scratches your skin as his kisses snake down your back, dragging his fingertips over the backs of your arms and your hands. It's got you shivering for more of his touch, wanting much too badly to see what he's doing.

His thumbs press small circles into your skin as he moves down your back, leaving kisses in their wake. When he gets down to the plush of your ass, he grips it softly in his palms and moves to the backs of your thighs.

Leon's eager fingers travel to your inner thighs, making sure he can see you in all your glory.

You moan again when you feel his breath so close to where you need him, yet he hasn't even touched you.

"Beautiful…" is his reaction when he spreads you open with his thumbs, folds of your pussy just covered in arousal.

All of it was his doing- the praise, and every one of those little compliments he'd whisper in your ear when you got him blushing with just your beauty.

It's enough to make a whine erupt from you, so needy for more of him already.

"You're soaked, aren't you, angel? All cause'a me?"

Leon's pressing more kisses into the backs of your thighs, reeling in the sounds it pulls from you.

"Mhm…" you whimper.

Leon doesn't even need to hear you beg- he knows you want it as he inches closer to press a kiss against your folds.

His surprise contact makes you gasp, pulling another breathy moan from you, and he chuckles.

"So worked up…" he mutters, taking another look before licking his way up right over your entrance.

"Y-your fault— oh, fuck…"

It's the vibration of his sly chuckle that has you pushing back into him, tongue laving its way through your folds. He pulls you a little towards him as he settles on his knees behind you, and licks his way right up to your little bundle of nerves.

That's the button he knows gets you going, turning you into even more of a mess than before.

He prefers you like this.

Especially when his tongue slips inside you for the first time and you sing for him, louder than you usually do.

When you're moaning and cursing under your breath, whimpering his name in the filthiest of ways like he can't hear every word you're saying.

"Leon, Leon, Leon…"

He can't help but praise you.

"My sweet girl looks so pretty like this…"

Two of his fingers start to swirl at your clit while he takes in the taste of you.

Laves of his tongue move through you as he goes, and you know he's soaking in every sound you make.

It's not long before he realizes you're getting close- your voice gets louder and breathier and you start muttering things he can't make out. That, and your thighs shaking with the urge to fall over the edge. His tongue slows on you immediately,

"Baby, please, I'm g-gonna cum…"

How you tremble splayed out for him like this, a work of art at your most vulnerable, letting him show you just how much he does love and care for you. There's no better drug in the world.

"Then cum for me, baby… Just let go for me, you're doin' so good."

"Fuck! I-I'm cumming…"

"Good girl…"

He can feel your clit throbbing as you're pushed into your release, seeing stars while he continues to circle his fingers on your most sensitive parts.

When he slows and removes himself from you is when he can see the mess that's truly been made. You're still making those pretty sounds for him, body covered in a little sheen of sweat.

Turning to look towards him doesn't get you very far before Leon's flipping you onto your back like it's nothing to him. He's always been strong, but to realize just how much muscle he has makes you shiver.

"Not done with you yet, baby."

He smirks at you- a dashing look that turns you on all over again.

Even before he's got himself free, he leans down to kiss you sweetly, once on your lips and twice on the cheek. Your pupils are lust blown and lidded as he catches your gaze.

"Did so good for me before, think you can give me another, gorgeous?"

It's then your eyes drag down his torso, appreciating every little hair on his chest and navel. So beautifully painted and pretty in a way that makes you crazy.

You're agreeing before you even realize he's freed his erection, still riding the high from a few moments ago. Times like this, you forget how much power he has over you.

Leon has ways even you don't understand fully, where he can just throw you a smile or run his eyes down your figure to make your brain turn off completely.

"Want my cock, sweetheart? Know your pussy wants it, she's cryin' for me…"

He can't help but run his tip through your folds, a generous amount of your slick covering his tip.

"Y-Yes… please, baby…"

You didn't have to ask so prettily, but you did.

Leon isn't surprised upon being able to push into you so easily, you're soaked- and it's a sight to see.

When he's fully bottomed out inside, he leans over and shallowly starts thrusting to get you used to his size.

"There we go, baby. Just let it all out. Don't hold back for me, okay?"

"Mhm… so big, Leon…"

"Don't have to flatter me, baby…" he groans when he pushes as far in as he can, hearing you mewl in response.

"Uh huh… love you so much…"

Leon's fingers interlock with one of your hands as he uses the other one around your waist to pull you against him.

"Love you so much, my perfect girl. My only girl…"

He gets a drive of possessiveness when he utters that, his thrusts changing from shallow to deep with every movement.

"How'd I get so lucky, huh?"

"Leon— fuck!"

You're clenching around him when his low voice sounds out, second orgasm not too far behind your first. With the way you sound combined with your warmth around him, Leon's already close too.

"Cum for me again, baby…"

Fluttering walls trigger your release, and you're pulling him close to you while his high chases close behind.

A moment later he's thrown into release, cock twitching as he spills inside you with slowing thrusts.

Leon's kissing your face softly as you both catch your breath, one of your hands reaching up to move his hair out of his face.

"Love you so much, baby." He says again.

Years blew by with him at your side, even if his occupation desired him on a job more than with you at home. Upon every new one he was assigned, the ache in your chest would return ten times worse than last it showed its face.

DSO was hogging him. Didn't they know you couldn't handle this much time apart?

It had almost been two weeks.

His vacation time had just gotten approved only to be ripped away mere days later because as his supervisor had put it: Kennedy's skills were too valuable to keep him benched for this.

Whatever they had to tell themselves to feel better about ripping him out of your arms, you guessed. For the greater good of humanity he served, fighting bio-terrorism and those who dared to bring the world to its knees with all the monstrosities they'd cooked up.

But what time would be the last time?

When would it cease?

Would it ever?

You dreaded it more each time, though it always came with the promise of his return. But the field was unpredictable, as he'd told you. The possibility that one of those missions would happen to be his last- no, no it would never happen.

Not to your Leon.

He was too resilient to give up, even when pushed to the brink of death. His tolerance for pain took him further than many would have imagined to go.

It all made him who he was: strong, with a sense and drive for justice you'd never seen before.

Oh, how he remained gentle through it all. As if he'd never wielded a knife or been on the receiving end of a gun's barrel. Never been covered in so much blood he didn't know if it was his viscera or not. Risked his life for countless individuals only to be thrust back into the horrors without a long enough break. Faced those who'd dedicated their life to the research of "human evolution" as another obstacle in his way.

He always returned home to you, no matter the state he was in.

You saw it, how drained he was when Leon returned so late that the sky was pitch black; the toll it took on him inch by inch and his heavy shoulders were from the burden of keeping it all in for years.

What the fuck were the DSO good for if it didn't even offer psychiatric services to its best agents?

Leon had soaked your shoulder with silent tears too many times to count.

Even so, you massaged his tightened muscles, kissed his tired face and patched up all the injuries of his that you could. Leon insisted without fail every time that you didn't need to do any of it. He could do it himself, but wasn't that the point? That he didn't have to? You loved him, and sometimes love meant pushing through his stubbornness and down on a gauze pad to get him to shut up about it.

You'd rather him groan in pain for a little than never hear his voice again.

Countless instances telling him you'd do everything in your power to make sure he was alright. If he returned at least in one piece, you could deal with the bumps and bruises. As long as he returned.

For as hard as it was for you, Leon attempted so many times to get you out of his head when he was away. Missions were easy when he compartmentalized everything and put you in a box for safekeeping. It's a bittersweet and temporary goodbye, but when his head was in the game, he's damn near unstoppable.

No one stood a chance if DSO agent Leon S. Kennedy was the one they chose to go up against.

Yet still, he has kindness in his heart and never once turned cold in light of so many horrible things he's seen. Even if the version of him you know so well takes a while to come back out after it all. When he sits in his car before driving home, breathing slowly with his eyes closed to put it out of his head. How he hesitates most times after parking his car in the driveway, wondering how he can make the time with you last longer before he's sent away again.

It's easy for him to hide, most days. Others, when the things he's seen have made him wonder if he'd ever sleep again have him dropping his bags at the door and discarding his clothes just to slide himself into bed with you. When you know the much too familiar signs a mission didn't go so well, you're pulling him against you and hoping he can find peace in your arms until morning comes. Those are the nights you wish one hug would make him forget it all. But that's not how Leon worked.

Because even though he'd insist on not telling you for his own reasons, and that government mandated confidentiality, he truly wished you never experienced anything like what he's had to. Keeping it from you only made sure you're safe from the nightmares and triggers he deals with afterwards.

Oh, Leon. How he stays standing after traversing hell and back. Determined to reach the end of his mission no matter how long it took.

Explosions that threw him far distances against heavy objects and onto the ground more than he could count has fucked up his back and posture like nothing else. But there was no one better than him to get the desired outcome at the end of it all, was there?

Leon guessed his paycheck was worth all the trouble if he could afford to put food on the table and keep up with bills and make sure there was the highest quality security system to keep you safe.

Despite such things, there were still times he wished he'd just gotten a job anywhere else other than the Raccoon City Police Department.

Too many what ifs to even unpack. Never the right time to do so.

He wouldn't leave you helpless if he could prevent it though, training you on how to use a pistol and a regular habit of working out together, making sure you knew how to throw a punch and run for your life if, god forbid, you ever needed to.

There were way too many hidden compartments in the place that Leon's installed just in case, and though you thought it tedious at first, you knew his careful measures could potentially save your life one day. To teach you how to improvise on the spot if you happen to be short a weapon or unable to get to it in time meant he wanted you to always have an opportunity. Especially if it was unplanned.

All of this to ensure your safety and reassure him to feel the slightest bit better about leaving you alone for long periods of time. It was worse when he wasn't able to have contact with you.

Though you left texts and messages on his phone anyways to tell him about your day and the things you'd done. Whether it was pictures of a meal you'd made or an outfit you wore one day and the things you were dealing with at work.

Your voicemails all contained the same strong of lines… "I miss you, hope you come home safe soon… here's what I did and ate today… I tried a new coffee flavor this morning… I love you…"

Simple aspects of life you didn't want him to miss just because he was on a job.

You never expect him to reply when you know his main priority isn't checking his phone, and nine times out of ten he doesn't. Not until he's finally back at his car and turns it on and be met with all of your messages.

Then he sits, playing through every voicemail and reading over your numerous texts, heart warmed by every word you've typed and every picture sent.

He even feels so lucky to know you're there. Missing him and thinking of him and caring so hard with your big heart to inform him of these things when he's not around. You could've chosen a normal life. One where you and your partner both work 9 to 5s and spend more than enough time together to create a life for yourselves. But you didn't. Instead your heart fell in with Leon S. Kennedy, a man who met more than enough of your qualifications for the perfect boyfriend. His schedule for work was only an obstacle the two of you would eventually move past together.

He didn't have much of a social life, or friends for that matter. Only the individuals he'd met because of work that he'd saved and considered the closest people to him. Even then, he didn't mention them much. More professional relationships than those he shared his personal life with. But anyone was better than no one, you had said.

There were more than enough conversations about how your relationship would work, especially when you felt as if he didn't want you as much as you wanted him.

Boy, were you dead wrong.

Leon's heart grew for you the minute you showed patience and understanding towards him, that and a heart of gold with the knowledge of always having you eager for his return. He never wanted to offer you less than you deserved, never failing you in that regard.

He was the best listener and an amazing gift giver because of it; learning and remembering your favorite things came as easy as breathing to him, and that's how it felt to love you. Improving his handwriting to give you cards and love notes, printing out pictures to put in photo albums of the rare times you went somewhere together. Anniversaries where you were overwhelmed and teary-eyed with how seen you felt not just as his romantic partner but as another human being deserving of love.

To be cherished like that has altered your outlook on life more than anything else.

Working for the government was no easy task to take let alone keep, and adding another person into his life besides himself was difficult to navigate. He'd been alone for so long, when out of the blue here you were promising to leave the light on for him. Leon couldn't remember ever knowing an individual like that before.

Communication was hard when being away from you with no contact at all was much harder. But the night you two conversed about how to work it all out finally put you on the right track to becoming the best versions of yourselves.

He fought to have off time on holidays and both your birthdays, which you'd insisted upon, despite his stubbornness. He at least deserved to have that special time together as you grew older. It made being away on long excursions a bit easier to manage.

Moving in together solidified this a touch more, the next step in your relationship that drew the stitch tighter. Perfectly carving out a space for two took some time and multiple trips to the furniture store to find all the different things you both liked. Leon had let you decorate to your heart's content and in turn he'd do the painting, building and moving of said furniture wherever you had desired.

It was when coming home to the sight of everything you called ours became a regular thing that you knew the only thing missing was him. The place echoed with his absence on your worst of days, ones where you wished you'd walk in and see him there, announcing his retirement with a bottle of champagne and the most emotional of embraces. Where you'd claim pride that he finally knew it was time to slow down and live out the rest of your lives together in peace.

But that day didn't feel like it was coming anytime soon.

Not when you had to keep the television on just so you didn't feel so damn alone in the place you called home, wearing nothing but Leon's clothes after work. Sometimes you wished you were burnt out enough to pass out from exhaustion when you arrived back at an empty house.

Though you guessed it didn't feel so empty when Leon lingered all around the place. His face in picture frames, the spare set of keys hanging by the door, his leather jacket in the hall closet, the library card shoved in a junk drawer, and the smell of his pine soap in the bathroom.

For all of the intensities Leon brought, his smell was the one thing you couldn't rid yourself of. Not that you'd wanted anything other than to breathe him in for the rest of your life. It just… didn't help when you were missing him constantly like you had been for the past few days.

You knew it would be stupid to leave him another voicemail that he wouldn't glisten to until he was on his way home. The two you sent in the past six hours were enough, right?

God, when would this end?

Before long, you found yourself shuffling through his clothes in the drawer looking for a shirt to cling onto even though you were already wearing one and over it a sweatshirt of his. Self soothing came in all different forms, and maybe just having something to hold would make you feel better.

Twenty minutes later you'd tossed it aside when the smell of his deodorant had faded away and you were left yearning once more. Turning on a movie distracted you for a little while, and another and then another, and it was only until your stomach grumbled much too loudly that you realized you hadn't eaten anything for dinner.

Just the thought of putting in effort to cook and then cleaning up after yourself was too much of a hassle. Not with the splitting headache that made your temples throb. Comfort food only came in the form of Chinese takeout that had way too much sodium. But it would suffice for tonight.

So you ordered all the fixings you always chose and waited another 30 minutes before its arrival. Upon the doorbell ringing, you rushed to open it and tipped the driver extra before he left. The paper bag crinkled and was warm in your hands as you resumed the last movie you'd been watching and ate till your stomach was full.

By the time it had ended, evening was upon you and that meant settling in with a shower and fresh pair of clothes to sleep in. You'd been slacking on laundry, so a pair of Leon's boxers would do with a bigger one of his shirts and sweatpants to throw over. A nice clean set of clothes to settle into bed and fresh clean hair that would leave you set for a few days before needing another wash.

With everything being done for the day, you were able to settle into bed with a book and just turn your brain off to everything else. But of course, your book was a romance novel. So the next thing you knew you were imagining Leon as the love interest and you as the main character, and the pain in your chest returned.

Especially when you ended up falling asleep with the book in your hand about six pages later… and you couldn't escape missing Leon when he was inhabiting your dreams as well. Sitting by the fireplace in his favorite chair with a mug of cocoa in his hand… it wasn't winter but something about the domesticity of the image gave you butterflies even if you were dreaming.

Leon… I missed you.

I missed you too, gorgeous. Come sit. He'd handed you your own mug and invited you into his lap to keep warm.

The cracking and popping of burning wood created an aroma that made it certain home was in his arms. Flames flickered from orange to yellow and purple and blue, before you realize he's fallen asleep, leaning over to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek. You comb through that perfect hair of his, cheeks turning rosy.

Was it because of the cocoa? Or the warmth of your body? Either way he looked so peaceful, snuggling up to his warm chest and watching as the flames turned to embers.

You just wished your morning alarm didn't go off and rip you from that image.

Another day rolling over to Leon's cold side of the bed.

When would this week end. When would you have a glance at your phone to see Leon's name in your notifications again.

To read [Home in a day. See you then, baby.] and know he was finally coming back to you.

Just once, couldn't the universe be on your side? Do you a damn favor for once and bring Leon home earlier than usual?

No matter how many times you stared at the sky and wished for it to come true, that was never the case. You'd just have to throw yourself into your work for the next few and survive the latter half of the week.

It was two more days, you could survive. Couldn't you?

Two more days without him. Just 48 hours and you could rot in bed for another 48 until you had the distraction of work to help you out again.

Your night passed slowly; it was one of those that had your brain so awake it took forever to fall asleep, and even then it didn't feel like you had rested at all before that 6:40 alarm went off. The morning started slow as ever, but by the time you were at your lunch break, it was evident you needed a refresher.

So you picked up a sandwich from a local place and paired it with a healthy enough drink that would push you through to the end of your shift. Leaving the office also helped you energize, the sunlight and warm air and space to yourself did more than you anticipated.

Though the last fifteen minutes of your break were spent scrolling on your phone aimlessly, you had settled on shuffling through your photos- specifically pictures of you and Leon.

One mirror picture of you both dressed up nicely for a friend's wedding, his large frame taking up most of the photo. Another you sneaked of him cooking in the kitchen, he was so damn cute when he wore his apron. The third photo had you freeze in place; it was Leon in the gym. Specifically him in a black tank top triggered such an overwhelming response from you, heat gushing between your thighs.

His muscles were bulging- especially the veins on his arms, and it could only take you back to watching them bulge when he had his hand between your legs.

Fuck.

Now not only were you missing Leon, but you'd been so emotionally distraught about missing him again that you never realized how pent up you'd been, and how infrequent letting yourself relax had become. When he was around, it was much easier to have your needs met consistently, mostly because he'd drop to his knees and please you however you wanted at the blink of an eye.

He always found ways to get creative after mapping your body into his mind; every type of touch you enjoyed, what you didn't enjoy, what got you turned on (most of the time it was when he was doing something mundane), praises and pet names that made you blush. All of this made Leon's brain turn with the desire to please.

He was too damn good at getting you all worked up, and it never took much- just a few soft kisses in the right spots combined with some small licks of his tongue had your cheeks hot effortlessly. It wasn't fair, he was too handsome for his own good and that fact only made it harder to look him in the face when he was doing such soft things to you.

Before long your five minute alarm was going off and you rushed back into the building to finish off your day. If you weren't careful, you would've gotten carried away and been blindsided by those not so innocent little thoughts of your boyfriend kissing you.

Leon never left your mind at that point… and he didn't seem to be going away any time soon.

You only had one more meeting and paperwork to file until 5PM hit, playing with the charms on your necklace to pass the time. Another gift Leon had given you, telling you in tedious detail how he came to choose each one. They were dainty little things, but just the thought he'd put into it had you smiling to yourself all over again.

Sooner rather than later you were out of there and on your way home, determined to have a nice night and relax. Your leftover takeout and the bottle of wine in the fridge was calling your name.

Though the house was still lifeless when you arrived back, the peace and quiet made a difference when you'd been stuck in professional conversation with co-workers. The only person you did want to have a conversation with couldn't be found within these walls and though your stomach flipped at the thought, you pushed it out of your mind and tried to decompress in its spite.

Once you'd changed into comfortable clothes (again, all Leon's besides your sweatpants), you'd washed the remaining dishes in the sink and started a new load of laundry. Household chores kept you busy for an hour until your stomach groaned much too loudly for your liking.

When you finally put a pause on said activities, you thought to send Leon another voice message about your day. Before you even heated up the leftovers from last night, you filled a wine glass and took your phone out.

"Hey babe," you started, "so another day's come and gone and I'm still missing you. God, I don't think I'll ever get used to this. But it's alright, I'm managing enough. I hope you're doing well wherever you are, and that you're missing me as much as I miss you. But I always miss you more."

You're able to hold the phone as you move about the kitchen, finally taking out the rest of your Chinese food to plate up and warm to your appetite's content.

"I'm about to eat something, I got Chinese last night cause I couldn't be bothered to cook, and I'm only telling you this because I got your- well our favorite, and I wish I could've shared it with you over the movies I was watching. I also just poured a glass of wine cause I've had… a day," you sigh, "but again, nothing I couldn't handle. I guess the only thing I can't is thinking about you too much."

You lift the glass to your lips and take a sip, its bitter taste not the worst thing you could be dealing with right now. Continuing on, you tell him about your work day and the annoyances you had to deal with in the corporate world. It wasn't as riveting as the things Leon's told you about his job, but you know he'd listen to you talk until he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore.

"I promise I won't have too many glasses of wine, Leon. I can already hear you scolding me for drinking on a work night," you chuckle, looking out the window to notice the sun going down, its last rays painting the clouds bright hues of orange and pink.

"Oh wow, look at that sky… hold on I'll take a picture so you can see it too. It's so beautiful."

If Leon was here, he'd say "Beautiful like you."

You paused your message, sending it so you could take pictures on the deck.

Just for good measure, you took one of yourself basked in the sunset's melancholic lighting with a soft smile on your face.

"I wish you could see this right now, Leon. I wish you were here. I've probably talked your ear off way too long, so I'll wrap this up now. I love you, I'm gonna settle in for the night and I'll see you soon. Bye."

Sending the second one, you headed back inside and grabbed your food from the microwave along with your glass of wine. Your feet never felt better being off them when you finally settled on the couch and put your phone somewhere you couldn't see it.

Taking a couple more sips of gave you a slight buzz before you started eating, enjoying yourself enough to get another after you finished with your meal. Two episodes of the show you were watching had passed, and you were growing bored with it.

One more glass wouldn't hurt, right?

Certainly not when it had been the last of what was in the bottle- a slightly heavy pour for the last glass, but just enough to make you giggly and warm. The sweatshirt you were wearing made you even warmer. It got tossed on the couch while nursing what was left in your glass, connecting your phone to your speaker and putting a playlist of music on shuffle.

Most of the songs were r&b, reminding you of the times you'd left the music playing in Leon's car while you two made out in the backseat. His hand on your thigh, strong grip reeling you in for more as if you weren't already offered all you could ever want. When he'd move his thigh right between your legs to press his knee at your apex and watch how your lips fell open with the prettiest sounds to follow.

Or when you'd push his shirt up to feel his toned stomach that was still soft with hair before palming at his crotch to get him to kiss you harder, needier, to shove his tongue into your mouth and pull the tension tighter between you two. Leon didn't care if the seats got messy, he had enough money to get them cleaned if needed.

What was another sum of money to him for another detailing when he cared more about bringing you a life changing orgasm in the back of his car?

Priorities, clearly.

Dancing around the place made your mind go back to missing Leon, only distracted to an extent before you threw yourself back onto the couch. You'd gotten a bit sweaty and out of breath from the physical activity, lying there for a few minutes before your heart rate settled back down.

There's still adrenaline running through your veins but you don't know what to do with it. It's making your head spin and maybe you shouldn't have drank the rest of that wine; you're buzzing for absolutely no reason at all.

When you grab for your phone and turn it on, you're navigating right to your photos to ogle at your gorgeously sculpted boyfriend whom you miss so dearly. Although you pine to think of him in such a fond way, other thoughts come to your mind instead.

What's the harm in looking through the hidden folder? Surely nothing will happen, right?

Nothing will come over you as you find all of the pictures you'd snapped of your boyfriend on his knees, kissing your thighs and running a hand up under your dress. Surely no feelings of pure yearning to be touched and hugged, kissed and fucked by the man you love will come from this.

A recording he'd taken with your phone of the pretty noises you were making when he had his his head between your thighs…

A photo of his back scratched up… another of you both kissing while naked in bed…

Fuck, the heat pooling between your legs was something else. A burning heat that started as a rumble, and collected more of those filthy thoughts as you swiped between every picture. It was a bonfire by the time you stopped to look at one of the others.

Leon's fingers covered in your slick made you gasp, not having remembered when it was taken. But by the looks of the background, your eyes were closed post-orgasm and your naked body on display for him. It was taken with the flash, which meant he wanted to be able to see just how much arousal he'd gotten from you.

No doubt you were a fucked out mess, because when Leon got his hands on you it always ended the same way.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip. What was a few more scrolls through these photos?

Sheer desperation dripped from every pore. It's going to be a very long night.

—

Somewhere far away, Leon's phone vibrated.

Usually he didn't bring any of his personal belongings other than the weapons DSO issued him, but this time he'd brought his phone along. There was a part of him that always wanted to check up on you, and even though he couldn't, he kept it on him anyways. Just in case.

It remained off like always, but this time he'd felt guilty about having to leave so soon- especially when his vacation had gotten approved. Calling to cancel the flights and hotel room he'd already paid in full for the both of you to share put such a damper on everything.

"I will make this up to you, baby. Just gotta deal with this first."

So he'd kissed you goodbye and promised to text or call the first chance he got.

Of course, that didn't stop him from checking in on you from time to time… whether you'd known about it or not. As a precaution, Leon had cameras installed in hidden spots; he was always paranoid that somehow someone would find out where he lived and thus kidnap or hurt you in the process of getting something out of him.

After years of living in the shadows and looking over his shoulder in public, he felt it was warranted.

He knew how these government agencies worked; they kept track of everything and everyone in their precious agent's lives and had no shame in doing so. But if he could prevent anything from happening to you, he would without thinking twice.

It's why he made sure you knew how to defend yourself physically in a fight, either with or without a weapon, and most importantly how to run for your life.

Thankfully it wasn't something Leon had to worry about as of now, for when he'd gotten the chance, he checked in on you during the hours he knew you were home, and even when you weren't. Just in case.

He'd only caught small bits of you being at home, living your life normally as you did without him there. God, he wished he could reach out to you, to make sure you knew he was still alive out there. But then that wouldn't be a good idea at all, because if you knew about the cameras then he'd have to tell you about them and… can't a man have a little tiny secret to himself? DSO had taken everything else, and even some things need to remain in the walls of his head.

But he wouldn't write it off forever. After all, what's the harm if he's the only one watching you?

He sees the security notification: Movement detected inside home.

Leon knows you're probably doing chores, but he can't help feel as though he should check.

Just this once?

Once couldn't hurt.

He had the downtime for a little while before the other team members radioed back with more information, so why not indulge himself in a little you time?

Leon's sea foam irises reluctantly dragged over to the phone and huffed a breath as he unlocked it and logged into the system.

He wished the damn thing would just load his view in to whatever room said movement was in, though he doesn't care enough. Pressing the arrow tediously to cycle through the different cameras in the house made him impatient; basement, garage, outside in the front and back, front door, the bedroom, upstairs hallway, laundry room, kitchen, before he finally landed on the living room.

Oh shit.

There you are, lying on the living room couch… with your hand down your shorts.

Leon's lips part in surprise because he can't believe what he's seeing, a shallow breath exhaling from his lungs.

You were… a sight.

Even just watching silently had had his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Were you moaning loud with his name on your tongue, or trying to keep yourself quiet because the air without him didn't deserve to hear your pleas? The unmute button never looked so enticing.

Leon tongued his cheek when he saw your hips buck. Fuck, it should be him doing that to you. Were you close already? How were you imagining him?

He watches you as if the world around him has stopped, as if he wasn't on a time-sensitive mission that he was needed for imminently. If he wasn't your longtime partner that you'd trusted with your entire being, he might have felt like he shouldn't be watching you.

Part of him feels like he should reach out, though the other part knows it's a bad idea. Not because it would distract him from the task at hand on his mission, no. But because you'd stop touching yourself and giving him the show he so very badly wanted to watch to its end at the moment.

Besides, Leon never reaches out to you until the job is done and he doesn't want to give you false hope that he might coming home early. He loves you too much to disappoint you like that.

God, he didn't even open the ten plus voice memos he'd gotten from you in fear that he'd fold immediately upon playing one and break the strength he had to save them for his drive home.

He's staring at the screen like a drooling dog wanting more, fixated on how you move and fighting the urge to turn the volume up on his phone. To give himself another inch of you would be too self indulgent.

Especially on an assignment like this one? Naughty boy, Leon.

Had he stepped out of line watching you like this? What would you do if you knew?

His eyes fluttered shut for a minute, settling for the ache in his chest that came with clicking the volume button on the side of his device. Though for a moment he thought it was actually silent, until those moans and whimpers came through on the screen. Leon's blues widened, a deep expansion of his pupils coming with the way his chest rose on his next inhale.

"Oh fuck… Leon…"

A corner of his mouth tweaked upwards, the ego boost of privilege he held right now- watching you like this without your knowledge. Another dirty secret he'd have to keep.

His gloved hand balls into a fist, pushing back against what primal need was growing in his chest. It ravaged his mind, wishing he could unzip himself from the confines of his pants and stroke himself as if he were getting ready to push inside you.

That dreamy call of his name… It had gotten him worked up all too fast for his liking. Suddenly his clothes were too tight and confining, he was wearing too much gear that he couldn't take off in a hurry and his palms were sweating. Within seconds he's tossing his gloves to the side with a shaky hand.

"God… you drive me insane…" Leon mutters under his breath. There's not a single soul in the room with him, and yet he's on edge. A split second later, he realizes what other controls the system has.

A zoom bar.

His throat goes dry.

"Leon.." you call again.

Not only does the camera have exceptional quality, but there's a zoom button on the bottom of the screen.

Did the universe really want to ruin him this badly?

"Oh, god, yes…"

And he had his answer.

Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he couldn't help but push that button a couple times, enough to have your entire body filling the frame like he'd recorded this himself. You've spread yourself open, playing with your soaked cunt like no one's watching.

But guess who is?

"Oh… you are so gorgeous, baby."

Leon speaks like you can hear him, egging you on to touch yourself further with his gruff voice. He sucks in a sharp breath while following your fingers that travel downwards to your dripping entrance and drag over it. You're still wearing way too many clothes for his liking… even if you're sans panties and your shirt is pushed up. It takes him a minute to realize it's his shirt you're wearing, which shouldn't surprise him at all.

"Ohmygod..." Leon whispers upon the realization, since your comfort never existed without some form of his touch. As if you don't raid his closet for all manner of his clothing when he's home. Whether you were wearing his sweatshirt or a fancy dress, he thought you looked beautiful either way.

"Leon, baby… so hard for me, yeah?"

He swallows thickly, because yeah, he was.

"Stroke your cock for me… I wanna see you…"

Oh you were deep in a fantasy right now, weren't you?

Without any second thought, he's unbuttoning his belt and letting it fall limp while he was anything but. His one hand unfastens his belt like he'd been skillfully trained to do so. His body was ridden with lust and a burning heat and your words only made it worse. That boyish eagerness possessed his mind as he pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hardened length.

"Oh god, baby…"

His cock was rock hard, hitting his navel the second after he'd pulled his boxers down enough. Leon's tip was leaking with precum as his one hand smeared it down the length, breath hitching upon first contact. When the arousal he'd omitted wasn't enough lubrication, he spit in his hand and ran down his cock again. The slick noises surrounded his head, making it spin while he tuned back into your moans.

He closed his eyes now, groaning low in his chest as he thought of you. As if the sounds coming from his phone were enough to imagine you being in the same room, just a few feet away as you watched him jerk off.

"Keep going, oh my god keep going…" Leon muttered, the vulgar sounds of your fingers thrusting inside you otherworldly as he pumped himself.

"Please, please… need it so bad, Leon, baby… ohh my god fuck.." You panted through the pleasure, moaning so shamelessly just like he'd taught you to do.

"Sound so p-pretty when you moan my name, always sound so pretty for me, gorgeous…"

He fisted his mushroom tip with his palm, putting the image of you on your knees in his head and when you whimpered through the screen it was as if you were in the room. It was a poor substitute for your perfect tongue and yet he did his best to picture you there instead.

His hand moved faster among the painful throb of his cock, desperately, no, pathetically chasing his high when he ripped open the wound of missing you so obsessively. When he'd return home, oh he'd give it to you then. He'd kiss you so passionately all over the place until no inch of your skin was left untraveled, when he was bursting at the seams and staining his pants with how leaky his cock was in his pants.

How he'd rut against the bed as his tongue laved through your wet pussy, all messy while you sang for him, ran your hand through his hair and gripped just like you knew he liked. There was no other man for you than Leon, the one who knew your body, your needs, inside and out. How well your walls molded to fit his cock when he slid all the way inside, pressing against that perfect spot inside you.

"Oh, Leon, Gonna cum for you… please lemme cum for you…"

At that point he was teetering on the edge, having slowed his hand until you spoke, and then it was much too hard to stop when your voice was dripping with hunger, the same hunger that lived inside him.

"Uh huh, baby… gonna cum with you. God, you feel so good… you're everything…"

"Yes, yes, oh god, Leon!"

"Yeah… yeah, oh god yeah…"

White strings of his spend covered his fist as he worked himself through his orgasm, eyes shooting open to watch your hips rut upward as you panted his name.

"Fuck, baby…" he chuckled, panting while watching your expression turn to a fucked out smile with your legs still spread. It takes him a minute to actually clean himself up when his heart rate finally settles. You've since gotten off the couch to clean yourself up and get ready for bed. If he doesn't turn his phone off now, he'll be watching you the rest of the night, and even though a part of him wants to check in, what he's just done was a step over the line.

He takes a scroll through some of your messages before putting it back in the bag and powering it off.

God, he's made such a mess of his boxers. Though no one would care or notice, especially not when Leon cleans himself up and puts his mind back on the task at hand.

He's been so pent up on mission so far, and yet after that he's a bit more relaxed. Or, as much as he can be without getting off track or distracted.

He immediately reverts back into his agent brain when his teammates radio in with the next targeted location for him to check.

You were both lucky his car was further down the street, so no one could see you if they came outside.

His stubble scratching your thighs as he kissed and licked your clit with his tongue had you floating. Upon seeing the amount of spit and slick that painted your skin, he went all in to taste every last drop. 

“Gonna fuck you so g-good… you’ll forget about everything else.” 

He’d been glued to your side all evening at a friend’s party, accidentally brushing up against your waist and arms when he spoke to you. 

That, and the hazy way his eyes looked at you as he too descended into intoxication was too much. 

The blurred sense of rational thought from what you’d drank had been clouding your judgment when you thought about how badly you wanted him. Such a thing was so far shoved down that dipping your toe into those thoughts came easier than you could’ve imagined. Especially after all the alcohol you'd drank. 

He’d closed the distance between your mouths, passionately taking the lead and attempting to pull you even closer than you’d already been. 

With your legs spread in the backseat of his car, Leon ran his tongue all over your soaked cunt, determined to make you cum hard. You knew he'd probably be the only one able to make you see stars. Hell, he was doing that already and he hadn't even fucked you yet. 

Guess you can’t really give a shit that he’s got you pinned down by your thighs, especially with how well he’s using his mouth. 

A minute later he's unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out, running his tip through your soaked folds and teasing your entrance. 

"Leon... please..." 

"Thought I was gonna have to stretch this pussy out but you're already soaked... I could probably just slip right in and fill you all the way up, huh?" 

"Don't tease..." 

"I know, I know."

"Just fuck me..." 

Leon rummaged in his pockets for a second, "Shit- I don't have a condom." 

"Want you too much to care..." 

He chuckles in that low vibrato you've been addicted to forever, before leaving a kiss on your clit. 

“Whatever you say, baby.” 

Baby. As if he was already picturing you being his while sliding his length into you. 

A curse falls from his lips when he slots fully inside you, fitting so perfectly like he'd done so a million times before. 

It's no surprise he does, considering the images of him pushing you up against the wall did more than enough to turn you on. Those fantasies flooded your mind just as the alcohol loosened your inhibitions. 

Leon wastes no time in dragging his cock against your walls only to plunge himself fully back into you, leaning over to take in every single little sound you make for him. 

"Leon... so big..." you whimper, the friction of his length almost too overwhelming in the moment. 

“Too much?”

Wordlessly you shook your head, letting the sounds you’re making speak for themselves. 

“No… you fit perfect around me.” He knows that the red on your cheeks is because of him, and he takes great pride in that.

Leon’s hands are warm when they wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly further down on his length before he moves for the first time. He tries to keep steady when his pace picks up a bit, but he falters again upon the squeeze around him. 

“Leon,” you moan against his mouth, pulling him in by the collar of his shirt. It’s the second you’re running your hands down his biceps and squeezing that his resolve breaks altogether. 

His pace turns brutal, fucking his length into you as hard as he can while he groans into your kiss. Lips moving from your needy lips to your jaw and most sensitive parts of your neck, sucking marks into your neck even though he knows he shouldn't.

He’s pictured this one too many times after forever of hearing how shitty you were treated by previous boyfriends or guys you were interested in. He wanted so badly to show you that he was worthy of your love and affections, but this was never the way he thought it would happen. 

Not with his cock pounding into you while you’re moaning his name so prettily, rolling off your tongue so easily. Leon's got a feeling you’ve moaned his name even before this. 

“You sound so pretty, baby.”

“Fuck… Leo-hnn, so deep… ngh!”

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at him, some of his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. Every bit of your strength was keeping your eyes open, but when he smirked down at you, all composure was lost.

"Fuck fuck fuck…" you moan endlessly, while he holds you closer to his warm chest. Leon smells of the same cologne he's always worn and you want to consume him so he stays where you can always sense him. With the way he's fucking you, that might be closer than you'd imagined.

It's always been Leon. No one else has ever come close to being what he is to you. Best friend or soulmate, those two phrases were interchangeable. Endless nights ranting to him about wanting to meet someone kind and caring and being in denial that he was right beside you the whole time.

You just weren't ready to accept it yet.

"That's it, babygirl. Takin' me so well."

God, his affection was going to kill you. Especially when his voice deepens like that.

Your eyes roll back into your head when he reaches down to swirl two of his fingers around your swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure to make your back arch.

A moment later you're overwhelmed with an onslaught of feeling and you know your orgasm is right around the corner.

"Close…" is all you're able to say before gripping at Leon's shirt and whimpering uncontrollably again.

"Me too, pretty girl. Fuck, where do you want it?"

"Inside…" you whisper.

He groans, "Are you sure?"

"Mhm… love you… Leon…"

You're so out of it that you don't even register the words until you hear them in your own voice.

"Shit- shit… love you too, sweetheart. Gonna give you everything you want."

It's not even a moment later he's spilling into you, the friction on your sensitive clit doing you in as well as your walls flutter around him and your orgasm washes over you.

Leon falls weak over your figure, trying to catch his breath as if he's just run a marathon, lifting his head to kiss you on the cheek. It's then he looks down and sees what a mess the two of you have made.

He chuckles in disbelief, and yet that was everything he could've dreamed of.

The windows of his car are all fogged up, and you're sure the both of you will stink of sex when you walk back into the house. But you couldn't give less of a shit.

He should really get back to work… though he can't ignore what he's heard.

What if your sounds aren't from that and you're in need of some kind of help?

He stands from his crouched position on the floor before he can think. the sound you made sounded too much like a moan.

You couldn't be— could you?

One of his feet moves to start walking down the hallway, but the floor creaks and his heart drops. He takes another step extra carefully, grateful to the wood that it only creaks in some places.

he gets to the entrance of the hallway, happy to see a rug lying there to muffle the sounds of his boots.

Your bedroom door is ajar, so he hides in the shadows of the hallway as he peers in.

It's then he freezes in place when he realizes what you're doing- lying on your bed, fully naked with your hand between your legs.

he's engulfed with heat as his eyes lock onto you and suddenly he doesn't know what to do with himself.

he should've just minded his business and kept working on the damn air conditioner- yet he's so captivated with the way you sing upon every circle over your swollen bud.

Fuck, you look so pretty… and he's a pervert.

He doesn't even know you. He sure as hell doesn't even know how to act normal about this. He really should walk away.

Then he hears his name being moaned, and now he's really fucked.

You were… thinking about him?

"Leon…"

There he goes with a lump in his throat, pants already tightening around his crotch. Leon itches to palm himself through his pants for an inch of relief; just the thought made him throb.

Leon wishes he could just push your door open and watch you bring yourself to release. By the sound of your voice going higher pitched, you're not too far away from it- and it's a second later your eyes shoot open, staring his way.

The smirk on your face says it all- you knew he was there. You're moaning his name louder until you reach your peak, keening with his name on your tongue.

Your voice rips through the quiet a moment later.

"Don't just stand there, come in if you're going to watch."

Leon pushed the door open with one hand, eyes grazing over your naked figure post orgasm.

"You put on quite the show."

It's a blur as you've invited him into your bedroom, moving closer before he even knows what's happening.

"Why don't you be a part of it this time?"

"This how you're gonna thank me for fixing your ac?"

"That, and so much more."

Leon undid his belt, kicking off his boots as well and leaving them at the door.

"Oh, you'll definitely be begging for more when I'm done with you."

"Come show me then, handsome."

He's standing at the edge of your bed now, eyes dragging over the slick that covers the inside of your thighs. His pants are only half undone, giving you such a nice view of his happy trail that goes under the band of his boxers.

"Got all worked up, huh?"

"Mhm."

He chuckles, "Dirty girl."

"Didn't distract you, did I?" you asked, sly smirk on your face. But then your eyes fall down to the outline of his hardening cock. "Or maybe I did."

Leon moves his pants down so you could see just how distracting you've been, pulling his shirt over his head from the back easily.

His toned stomach has you staring, and when he catches you, you're blushing.

"God, you're so pretty," he compliments."

"Speak for yourself, I couldn't control myself with you around."

"I'm afraid our relationship cannot remain professional any longer… I need you."

Leon lets his pants hit the floor, smirking at you before leaning over and kissing you before he climbs over you on the duvet. It's not a minute later you're palming him through his boxers, groaning above you.

Your greedy hand slides under the waistband, and Leon helps you by pulling them the rest of the way down. There's a little bead of precum on his tip when you see him for the first time, your hand wrapping around him.

"Look what you're doin' to me…"

"Leon… fuck me…"

"Bet you'd like that, huh? With how wet you are, I could probably slip it right inside…"

"Please…" you whimper.

"Don't worry, pretty baby."

Leon's curiosity is furthered when you moan so prettily, especially when he lines himself up at your entrance and leans down to kiss you on the cheek.

He pushes his tip past your folds, collecting so much of your slick on him before going deeper. There's a hesitation in the next sound you make, the stretch of him doing your head in as you gasp at his size.

"Let me hear you, you had no problem with it earlier."

Your cheeks are red as you curse, clenching around him as he bottoms out a second later.

"Fuck… so nice and warm…"

Leon takes one pull of his hips back before thrusting all the way back inside you, setting a fast but deep pace.

"Leoonn… s-so big… fuck, so good… oh…"

His lips attack your neck, holding him by his nape while he sucks and nibbles to his heart's content.

"So sweet… leaving water for me while I worked…"

"Y're so handsome… how could I not…"

"You're adorable. Were you watching me?"

"Uh huh…"

"Shit… Leaving your door open so I'd hear you touching yourself…"

The drag of his cock is making your head spin, all the words he's saying going to your head. It's too fuzzy with the way his tip kisses that special spot over and over again.

"Stay with me, pretty…" Leon grabs your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye as he fucks you, and for the first time you know he holds all the power of you.

His hips continue their relentless pace, and when he lifts your waist up with his strong grip, he drives deeper, reducing you to a moaning mess.

You're already getting close again, sweat pebbling on both your bodies. The wet sounds where you two connect sends Leon moving inside you so easily now. He moves two of his fingers over your clit, its sensitivity still running high after your first orgasm.

"Fucking soaked, baby… Gonna cum already?"

"Mhm…"

"Me too… C'mon, cum with me…"

It's just a second later your walls stutter around him as you get thrown into release. Among your ecstasy Leon pulls out of you, jerking himself off until he spills over onto your stomach.

He shares the quiet air and watches as you both come down, falling onto the mattress beside you.

"And to think… I almost didn't take your call."

"Well… I'm glad you did."

"Yeah. Me too."

You reach over to grab the towel you'd discarded earlier, cleaning yourself off before turning towards him to lay on your side.

Some of his dark blonde hairs stick to his forehead from the sweat, eyelashes fluttering as he relaxes.

"You wouldn't want to go out for a drink sometime, would you?"

"Just a drink? I was thinking dinner."

Some kind of… feral sound coming from the garage. You hoped an animal hadn't gotten in… but then again, you know what Leon is.

Turning the knob to the door and pushing it open to find him finally, on his knees, blood bag in hand.

It takes him a second to realize you're there, but when he upturns his head,the predicament he'd been in comes to light so much easier. There's a mess of blood on his mouth, his fangs on display white as ever.

"Oh, Leon…"

He's still in his suit from work, and you can't help but think he looks pretty. Even if his face and hands are covered in blood. Anyone else would've been so disgusted to find a creature like this in the modern world.

Not you. You run towards the chaos- towards him because you can't bear to see him alone in a world where all he wants to do is survive.

"'M sorry… I couldn't hold back any longer…"

His deep gravel voice replies, apologetic tone in every syllable. He's panting, out of breath from starvation and hunger and it's all over his face. In the way his eyes glow darker when you know they've been icy blue for ages.

"You don't have to apologize to me, Leon."

"Didn't want you to see me like this."

Oh, how he tries so hard to hide his vampiristic instincts from you. Only feeding when you're not home, letting himself growl and groan when the liquid slides down his throat.

"If you needed to feed, all you had to do was ask…"

Fuck, the way you said that has his heart skipping a beat.

Leon's never had your blood before. He's sworn off it on the principle of not knowing if he could handle it. It was tantalizing, going every day wondering what it would taste like. It's harder for him to escape wanting your blood whenever you accidentally cut yourself somehow, or when it was your time of the month.

Then he's throwing himself into his work to avoid losing composure.

A bit more blood trickles out of his mouth before he spits out the rest on the floor, wiping the rest with the back of his hand.

"Wh-what?"

Apart from being his entire world and everything to him, there was nothing less he wanted to do than hurting you or possibly draining you too much. He would walk into the sun before that happened.

There was a type of elevation that came to drinking one's blood if the vampire in question held feelings of love for said victim. This has never occurred to him as something that could become an issue until he met you. He's never fed on someone he's loved before.

That might be the act to ruin all other humans for him— and he can't think straight if he's craving your blood all the time like a drug.

"I've… been thinking about it for a while."

The confession has you fidgeting with your hands, shying away from looking Leon in the eye.

"Yeah?"

"Just didn't know how to ask since I know how you feel about it."

Leon stands from his kneeling position on the floor, leaving the plastic bag in a puddle on the floor. He uses two of his fingers to lift your chin up to his eye level, pulling your attention from your hands to look at him.

Even with blood on his lips… he could still make you flustered.

"Well, I wanna know what you think."

You huff a breath.

"I just feel useless when I could've been giving you mine instead. Then you wouldn't have to go out with the risk of getting caught. It would just be here where you're safe with me."

God, the things this was doing to his self control when you looked him in the eye like that.

You truly only wanted to help him, and yet his heart surged upon the kindness you always flourished with around anyone you knew.

"What're you saying?"

"Leon… I want you to feed from me."

Something triggers in him when he hears your words, as if you'd confessed your love for him for the first time again. Only on such a deeper level because this is how vampirism is. There was no bond like it in the world.

"You do?"

"Yes… and I would love to do it for you. Please let me."

Leon's so tempted to give in. Just this once. The thought makes his head pound and his veins pulse with a heat one might compare to the sun. All other blood is irrelevant to him now if you're offering yours so selflessly.

"Are you sure?"

"I am."

He licks his lips, tightened grip on his self control becoming weaker with every second.

"Cause I might not… be able to hold back-"

"I trust you, Leon."

He swallows thickly, still tasting the other blood in the back of his throat. It'll soon be washed away by yours and that's the only thing on his mind now.

"I know you do. I just need to make sure that this is what you want, and not something you're doing because of me."

"It is what I want."

Oh, how those words set him alight even further (if that were even possible).

Leon's eyes travel to the pulsing veins just under the skin of your neck, already calling to his fangs to pierce. His eyes dilate, flashing a deeper blue before lightening again and pushing the icy blue irises into thin rings.

"Because… I can't be held accountable for what happens when I taste you. Even your scent is too much to handle sometimes."

You cup his face, already testing his self control in a way by moving even closer to him.

"Bite me…" you whisper, "I know you want to."

"More than anything I do."

"So do it…"

Leon's gaze moves towards your neck again, breathing heavily when he sees the shirt you're wearing exposes enough of your neck and chest to him to make this even worse.

Without another word, he pulls you to the couch, gesturing for you to sit while he still stands nervously.

"Leon…"

"If I'm gonna do this, it's gonna be some place you're comfortable," he replies.

Moving your hair out of the way to present yourself to him like a treat on a platter is what gets him riled up, shrugging his blazer off before he can even think. Despite the wrists of his white shirt being stained with blood, he cuffs them up anyway, revealing his forearm veins that are more than prominent when you take a swift glance.

"Fuck… okay." Leon whispers to himself.

He finally sits down close to you, taking a deep breath before he pulls you onto his lap.

"You're so pretty. My sweet girl."

He doesn't know whether the words are coming from his adoration for you or because he's already losing himself in his blood lust. Leon doesn't look at your neck again before studying your face and pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

One turns to two, then two to three as you begin to feel the sharpness of his fangs as you lick your tongue into his mouth.

"Love you, Leon."

"Love you impossibly more, sweetheart."

He travels down your jaw with little pecks, stopping when he gets to your neck.

"Okay…" he whispers with a shaky breath.

One of your hands comes up to the nape of his neck as you hold him close.

"Sorry, love… this might hurt a bit…"

He's almost breathless, preparing himself for an onslaught of you that's going to mess with his head for the foreseeable future.

"Ngh… Leon…" you squirmed below him.

"Promise I'll try to be gentle," Leon whispered.

He's licking his lips a second later, pressing a quick kiss right over where he plans to bite. Before he knows it, his tongue is flitting over your skin a couple times, earning a gasp of surprise from you.

A second later he's pressing those fangs of his into your skin, the sting a little more bearable knowing it was Leon over anyone else, gentle as ever. Even so, it makes you yelp because the sensation was so foreign. You're sure it could be worse, but it's not too painful otherwise.

Your crimson fills his mouth so easily, and upon first taste he's in love. It flows through his veins and intoxicates him so easily, as if he were floating more and more with each drop that spread across his tongue.

Time slows in a way Leon doesn't even understand as he feeds from you. He loses himself in your taste so fast that you feel yourself going a bit light headed after you feel him take a couple big gulps. When your hand tightens in his hair, he's grounded back to earth a bit and slows himself.

He savors your taste on his tongue, not even aware he's moaning with such enjoyment. He's drinking your blood, yet you feel as if he's sucking an extra dark hickey into your neck. There's no doubt- this will leave a bruise, but he's doing too good of a job for you to care.

Leon has to force himself to pull back from your neck before he gets carried away, licking at the small holes in your neck that sting a bit with each little lap. It's far too overwhelming a sensation for you to handle, when he's just been moaning against you.

His blues are still surging with darker blue as he regains his composure- but then again, after tasting you he wouldn't be surprised if he never came down from this high. Soon enough he can see clearly again, focusing on the mess of red he's left behind.

"Fuck- sorry… You alright baby?"

His eyes catch your face, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Leon's gaze never leaves you as they finally come back to the icy blue you've known for ages. He looks like him again. Even with your blood on his mouth.

"Mhm, I'm okay."

You instinctively start to reach up and cover your wound, but Leon's reflexes act before you could even get to touch it. Now that he's fed, his instincts are sharper than ever.

"No- don't. It's okay, I'll clean you up."

"Is it …a mess?"

Leon hesitates to look downwards again, but he does anyways because you asked. Where his fangs were left two small puncture holes and a smear of your own blood in the same area. A couple drops had stained the collar of your shirt, but nothing that couldn't be washed good as new.

"A little… 'm sorry, I'll scrub the blood out of your clothes…"

"You're so sweet, I don't care about a few blood stains. Not when keeping you fed is more important."

You ran a hand through his hair before cupping his cheek.

"I would kiss you right now, but your blood's all over my mouth."

"I don't care, Leon…"

Your hands grab his collar, connecting your lips to his while tasting the metallic taste of your own blood. It's not overly intense, almost like if you bit your lip. You pull back, admiring him again before he strokes your cheek with his thumb and kisses you once again.

"Stay right here, okay? I'll get some stuff to patch you up."

He's back in a flash thanks to his vampire speed with a bottle of isopropyl alcohol and bandages, surprised the bleeding's already stopped. Leon apologizes when you hiss from the sting of the alcohol, gently wiping the dried blood away.

Once he's done and you're all bandaged up, he pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around you to pull you close.

"Thank you," Leon whispers, stroking your back slowly.

Your chin rests on his shoulder as he speaks into your ear, so grateful you were able to do something like that for him.

You whisper back, "I'll do it for you as many times as you need."

A sigh of content leaves him before he's pulling you even closer, infinitely grateful for your generosity and kindness. You don't know what this means to him, even if he'd tried to avoid it until he couldn't anymore.

"How am I ever going to make it up to you…"

But doesn't he know you'd do this to him without it? Leon deserves as much, to be loved the way he deserves. Exactly the way you do.