#leander ts

Dom!Leander who angles your legs over his shoulders, tongue dancing against your sensitive walls, eating you out like a man starved

Dom!Leander who maps over you back, thanking you with every thrust that makes your body collide with his lewdly

Dom!Leander who can’t stop trembling over you when his need consumes him whole and he’s forced to swallow thickly, eyes wide and vaguely glassy as precious emeralds stare down at you

Dom!Leander who cums deep inside you, your name dripping onto the sheets like honey, louder than what the walls can silence—why wouldn’t he want everyone to know who he’s devoted to?

Dom!Leander who doesn’t believe in anything but you, who sees heaven in you and only you—because you are the only one whose gaze reflects back something other than his desperation

"I'm asking you to trust me.”

"Yeah of course." You twisted your body on the bed, wrinkling the sheets even more.

It was late at night, the ruckus outside the Wet Wick still loud and clear. You, unable to sleep, had started to think about your first day in Eridia.  In particular, the time spent with Leander.

"I'm asking you to trust me," you repeated, his words echoing in your mind and cutting trough the unpleasant background noise.

Was he really trustworthy? 

During your life you learned not to trust anyone, the closest people you had ended up leaving you in the same wastes you almost died in. "Fucking Leander," your eyes hurt.

"If you ever need a break from all of this, come to me.”

Again, his words not yours.

"Is it too early to ask for help?" You whispered to yourself. "Is it too early to trust?" You scoffed, "of course it is, stupid."

1 AM. Eyes open. Limbs twitching. Sore ears.

“Fuck this." You grunted. In order to feel comfortable you unbandaged your arms and hands, took off most of Kuras' clothes leaving you in your pants and the loose shirt.

"The bartender should've had just knocked me out flat," you slowly sat on the bed, your consciousness hazed by tiredness along with that incredibly strong drink you had earlier. 

As you made your way out of your room, you noticed that the tavern was full.  Not like before but the fact that there was no place to sit nor stand and the counter said it all. The wooden floor was warm, not sure how, given the weather, but you found it pleasant.

"Noisy bastards." You leaned on the wood railing, scanning the room only for your eyes to land on none other than the man of the hour, Leander, serving drinks.

Were you staring at him? Yes.  Did you find him interesting and attractive? Also yes, wait.

Your cheeks flushed at the thought, you quickly covered them with your cold hands. "Truth to be told, no one I met today was ugly," you noted.

But despite everything, could you let your guard down?

“Look at you!” A familiar voice shouted from under you. "Can't sleep? Want me to sing to you or brew you something worth a knock out?"

Leander...

"Your Bloodhounds are noisy." You smiled. "Cut them some slack," he started walking up the stairs. "They've been working hard," he reached out for your shoulder, probably to rest on it, but stopped right over it, giving it a pat.

He smiled at you, seeing you wobble on your spot. ”So how are you—" suddenly your legs trembled almost losing balance due to the lack of rest. “Ah careful," Leander wrapped one of his arms around you. "You really need to rest after a day like this one, let's get you to bed."

He guided you to your room —while scolding you— holding your hand. Your bare hand.

It made you giddy.

"There you go, rest up," he smiled, helping you on the bed. "Wait," you held on his wrist with slight pressure, "stay." You whispered.

"Please." 

Your brows knitted and his raised, Leander's face was crimson red. "Oh you," his gaze softened. "Who am I to deny you company?" He intertwined his fingers with yours and took a seat at the edge of the bed, your head on his lap and your hands gently linked.

You weren’t sure for how long the two of you stayed like that. But at some point, you let darkness engulf you. Cradling your body in a warm embrace.

You cracked on eye open, sunlight filtering trough the window. You looked up and saw Leander, he never left. His eyes were closed, chest rising and falling calmly.

You wondered how he stayed comfortable the whole night, despite his back resting against the bed frame and his legs dangling from the side of the mattress. 

One of his hands in yours and the other on your head, fingers laced in your hair. You stared at his relaxed face, his dark circles prominent, his lips slightly parted. With your free hand you delicately reached out for his face, like the previous night... you were scared, no doubt. 

You trembled as you hovered his lips, "just a stroke" you thought.

"Good morning," a deep voice broke the silence, startling you, and before you could pull away a calloused hand embraced yours, bringing his lips closer, leaving a soft kiss on your palm.

"Ah..." you face reddened still looking up at him from his lap. "Oh, my apologies," he looked away, his cheeks pink and his mouth curled in a grin. "I got too ahead of myself," he helped you up and sat beside you.

"I enjoyed our night, you must've been really tired, you never woke up." He nudged you with his elbow. "You didn't sleep?" You questioned. "Ah... about that, it's one of my many struggles," he giggled. 

"Mh, thank you for staying with me, I don't know what came to me when—"  “Whenever you want dear,” his smile seemed genuine, it made you feel warm.

"Now, I'll leave you to your morning routine while I follow mine."  He stood up, bowing briefly, his hand leaving yours.

"See you later..." you whispered, his warmth lingering on your body as the day started.

Later that day, a voice reached your ears as you were walking near the Senobium, "If it isn't my favourite person in the world.” 

"Hello Vere, Ais." You greeted them with a smile, they returned it. "Care to join us for a walk?" Vere cooed stretching his arms.  ”They let me roam a few hours, shame." He smirked. ”Better than nothing," Ais joined. "What do you say Sparrow? Coming with us?" His red eyes met yours.  "It's gonna be fun~" the fox winked as you rolled your eyes.  "Sure why not.”

Hopefully you wouldn't end up drunk and wasted by the evening. But frankly, if that led to Leander taking care of you again, you didn't mind.

But even so... was Leander really the man he seemed to be?

This is a repost! Thank you for reading this draft(?), hope you enjoyed! Might write a proper piece in the future :]

English isn't my first language sorry for tiny errors T_T