#leais

The reserved room for Leander at the Wick was filled with the sounds of thuds and squeaks from the bed as Ais plows into Leander, who not to long ago, just got back from a job, the bandages that Ais had applied starting to come undone due to the excessive movements.

“Did you ever think your poor attempts at flirting would actually get you what you wanted?” Ais asks, Leander’s brown strands tight in his grasp to get his head out from the pillow.

But all Leander has to say is nothing but delightful moans.

Ais clicks his tongue with a feral grin spreading across his face. “I asked you a question, pretty boy.”

Just as the mage tries to speak, there’s loud, and slightly clumsy footsteps that stop right outside the door, pounding knocks soon following that has Ais pausing his movements momentarily.

“Aye, Boss! Are ye comin’ down soon? We’ve saved ye a drink!”

Leander looks irritated, yet totally into it, clenching around Ais even more, and the demon just smirks at him with a raised brow.

“Uhh,” Leander starts before letting out a groan as Ais teases him.

“Boss?”

Ais leans closer until his breath brushes Leander’s ear. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you? So keep quiet.” And with that he resumes fucking Leander, being kind enough to not be brutal for now.

“Fuck,” Leander groans, clenching his fists, the pleasure from Ais’s cock, and his dick kissing the sheets making him almost see stars.

“Boss, you good in there?”

“I’m alright!” Leander calls cheerfully, his voice a little shaky. “Stitches are a bit of a pain and I got blood on my sheets. I’ll be down soon! You two go have fun with the others!”

The Hounds were too tipsy with glee and their previous drinks of choice to fully notice anything suspicious, and were just satisfied that their boss promised to join them soon, their loudness fading away.

Ais chuckles, his bruised hands gripping Leander’s hips. “How long do you think it’ll be till they come looking for you again?”