desire (chapter 2/?)
NSFW 18+
POST RESIDENT EVIL 9 (BRIEF MENTION END GAME SPOILERS)
LEON S. KENNEDY x READER
WORD COUNT: 6,966
CONTENT WARNING: ALCOHOL MENTION, NSFW (SEXUAL CONTENT), KILL MENTION
RATING: EXPLICIT
SUMMARY: after your time together, leon drops you off at your hotel. before he leaves, he realizes you forgot something…
additional tags: half porn, half plot, age gap (y/n is 23-25), brief trauma mention, drinking, one night stand, hook up, oral sex, vaginal sex
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the drive was quiet, peacefully so. the rain had let up, but the chill from it still lingered in the air. streetlights reflected on the wet pavement leaving starbursts of amber against the dark road. it was the part of the night where everything seemed suspended in time.
still.
these were the dreamlike hours. the world around you was so surreal, but you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol having worn off, the lack of sleep, or the fact that your body felt more relaxed than it had been…ever, really. you’d had one night stands before, but they’d never been with someone who so thoroughly made sure that you got off.
what a shame to think that the first time was probably going to be the last.
with your elbow on the center console, you rested your cheek in your palm and fought—albeit poorly—against your closing eyes. this was probably the last time you’d see this man, leon…you never caught his last name, but you supposed that didn’t really matter. you were lucky to get his name at all.
getting stuck in the rain was certainly worth it.
snuggling down in the seat, the luxurious heat coming from it soothing your body but making it all the more difficult to keep your eyes open. you fought to watch as the streetlights skidded overhead. perhaps it was a selfish hope that he would have taken you to his place, but he asked you for your address when you finally both moved into the front seat. to be honest, you didn’t really know, so all you could give him was the name of your hotel.
”hey, i think we’re here.”
with a humming moan, you stirred at the low and gentle sound of his voice. everything felt so heavy—your eyes, your head, your body. it had to have been only a few minutes since you had accidentally dozed off, but it seemed like sleep hit you pretty hard. you could hear leon huff a laugh at the exhaustion that was definitely evident on your face, but you didn’t have the energy to tell him to cut it out.
it was his fault anyway.
raising your hands, you did the best you could to rub away the bleariness—at least enough so that you could see him clearly. he was devastatingly handsome. the light coming from the front doors of the hotel was catching the profile of his face just right. his jaw was a sharp cut lined with blonde and grey stubble that betrayed his age against that youthful smirk, the light color of his eyes—a cold blue with hints of green and grey that you could only catch in the right light—and the slight crinkle of the crows feet beside them were stunning.
and the way they were looking at you made you feel shy.
“good morning, sunshine. didn’t take you long to get to sleep.”
the drive from the bar to the hotel had to be maybe ten minutes (seven of which you were out cold), meaning that your walk was at least twenty. it had been a nice night out with the slightest chance for rain when you left the hotel but at just the right distance away from both is, of course, when the skies decided to unleash hell on earth. you were able to make it inside a corner store and snag an umbrella before you got to the bar, but it was essentially useless. most of your walk had been spent fighting it, and it still left you looking like a drowned rat when you finally got some real cover.
but, hey, looking like a drowned rat got you laid.
and good.
”i guess you tuckered me right out,” you said with a lazy laugh, “not that i’m complaining.”
”good.”
there was a pause, and it seemed like neither of you could break away from each other. you tried your best to memorize his face—not that you really felt like you’d forget but you wanted to make sure. even if you didn’t see him in person again, you definitely wanted to see him in your mind’s eye when you needed to unwind.
”i guess i won’t keep you…thanks for tonight, leon.”
”anytime.”
you went to turn and go out the door, but he took your hand to pull you back. the other pulled you in. it was tender, as any goodnight kiss should be, but you could feel that hunger gnawing from behind restraint. you wondered if he was hinting at more, if he really did mean anytime, but he broke the kiss and got out of the car before you had a chance to ask.
“after you.”
the door was opened for you, and you felt a small blush betray your attempt at nonchalance as you stepped out of the car, holding your jacket folded over your hands. looking up at him, the question of whether he wanted to come in or not lingered on your lips, but the courage to ask wasn’t there. a part of you wanted him to tell you that, to reassure you of his desire. if he really wanted more—wanted you—then wouldn’t he say so?
”well…goodnight, leon.”
”goodnight, pretty girl.”
he leaned down to give you one last kiss before he sent you on your way to the door. you made it halfway before looking over your shoulder, partially to see if he was still there but also to give him a wave. you would probably regret not inviting him in, but you also didn’t want to ruin what you had shared—and the fragile confidence you gained from this dynamic—if he said no.
even as you reached the hotel door, he was still there and watching, leaned up against the hood of his car. despite how dirty he seemed when you were fucking, he was ever the gentleman when it came to making sure you got inside safe. with one last wave, you yawned and headed towards the elevator.
***
leon had been half tempted to take you back to his hotel, especially after you had fallen asleep in the passenger seat almost immediately after he started driving. honestly, he found it adorable, and it pained him to wake you. he just didn’t think it would be right to take you back to his hotel without your approval.
in his line of work, it was never a good thing to get too involved—especially with someone who was so far removed from the troubles he saw on a daily basis. as good as he was at playing the part of the gentleman, he was far from it. there was blood on his hands, blood that was permanently stained into his skin. his memories. his body was tired and worn and honed to kill without a second’s hesitation. it had felt almost sinful to touch you with the same hands that disposed of threat after threat after threat.
but that was also the thrill of it, wasn’t it?
to touch you with his sullied fingers and see no stain left behind. just the press of his fingertips on your skin, the nails that dug into your hips. he could bite you and leave marks behind that didn’t spread and mutate into some monstrosity. you were a blank slate that would reflect only your night together with no evidence of the troubles that haunted him.
with you, he could be free of his burdens. he was just the man that you shared some drinks with and showed you a real good time in the backseat of his car. he could remain as a fantasy for your indulgence and his own.
he could just be leon. no agent, no kennedy, no rookie.
just leon.
and that’s what made attachments dangerous. he couldn’t afford to be just leon. try as he may to muster up the same hope grace did from elpis’ release, he was just too damn bitter to think that this was the end. not many were able to roll the dice and survive every time like he was, and he certainly didn’t take this newfound lease on life for granted…but every time he stood at what felt like the precipice of true victory—true peace—another ugly bastard reared its head and started the cycle all over again.
so as much as he wanted to go after you and indulge in the high of normalcy and ecstasy, he couldn’t. it wouldn’t be fair to you or himself, and it would only make it harder for him to keep fighting. there was a time where he had given up and started chasing vices, but thanks to his friends he was able to overcome it. if he got wrapped up with you now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pull himself out.
but, god, was it tempting…
he watched as you sluggishly made your way to the elevator that took an eternity to get down to the lobby. it was an old hotel, definitely a bit cheaper than other ones in the area, but a bed was a bed. when you had to get away, you just took whatever you could get.
”i hate to see you leave, but i love to see you walk away,” he sighed to himself, kicking off of the front of his car and shoving his hand in his pocket to grab his keys. he got them, but it was what came attached to them that caught his attention. there was something white wrapped around the fob—some fabric.
realization hit him like a brick once he held it in his hand.
when he had torn away your thong—white and lacy—he had shoved it in his pocket. at the time, he wasn’t sure why. a trophy? a keepsake? it wasn’t something he had ever done before, but it felt right in the moment and seemed to go completely unnoticed. he knew you had abandoned the remnants of your tights in the back, but he had completely forgotten about your underwear.
don’t do it.
heady gaze locked onto them, barely able to pull away to see if you had gotten into the elevator yet, catching the doors just closing. it took a second before it even started to ascend.
don’t do it, leon.
his tongue darted across his lips which all of a sudden felt dry. what was the shame in it? you didn’t know he had them, and it wasn’t like you would ever see each other again. he shouldn’t stay involved. it was what was best for you both—especially you.
so, why couldn’t he just indulge himself a little more?
don’t.
the lace was soft as it pressed to his face. he could see why you’d like wearing them. slowly and steadily, he inhaled, easily drowning out the shame and embarrassment of what he was doing for a reignited hunger. already, he was screaming against the crotch of his pants at the scent of you that still lingered on them. the scent of your arousal.
for him.
he was practically panting as he sprinted through the doors and to the elevator. there was nobody at the front desk at the moment, so no one to ask who he was and what room he was staying in. besides, what was he supposed to say?
the girl whose panties these are? like some fucked up prince charming in a twisted retelling of cinderella?
it seemed like the elevator had only just reached your floor, and as soon as he saw the number, he was gone behind the door marked stairs. by the time the front desk person came back, it would be like no one came in.
taking two stairs at a time, he just hoped he could make it to you before you got to your room, having forgot every reason he had for not following you in the first place.
***
ding.
‘finally,’ you thought as you pushed off of the wall and headed out of the elevator. if you weren’t so wrapped up thinking about the night you just had, you would have been scared about getting stuck in that damn thing. sure, you couldn’t afford some fancy hotel, but you spent enough money to expect the elevator to work properly.
but at the pace you were going? it was a bit hypocritical to question the elevator’s speed. a snail could beat you to your room right now, but you wouldn’t be able to go any faster if you tried.. it was like getting back from a spa day—your body just felt so relaxed that it was stuck in this languid state of motion. like your entirety had been replaced with the globs of wax in a lava lamp.
and you still needed to find your room key.
finally getting to your door, you huffed and leaned against it, digging for your wallet in the pockets of your coat.
“shit…”
you muttered to yourself and hoped to whatever deity was listening that it didn’t fall out in leon’s car. would he even still be out there? he was just waiting for you to get inside safely, and he definitely had somewhere he was staying, right? he wouldn’t just be waiting around. or maybe he found your wallet and was giving it to the front desk person right now—though you didn’t remember seeing anybody down there.
creak.
you stopped and turned slightly over your shoulder thinking you would see one of the other guests coming out of their room, but the hall was empty. unlike you, everyone else was probably happy and comfortably sleeping—nice and cozy in their beds. not hearing anything else, you shrugged it off and started digging in your pockets again until finally you found your wallet.
in a sense, you were kind of disappointed. if it wasn’t there, maybe you would have had the chance to see him again. you know, if he had happened to notice it before he took off. kind of pouting as you took out your roomkey, you couldn’t help regretting not inviting leon in and fumbling the possibility of a second round. the worst he could do was say no, but at least you wouldn’t be left wondering if he would have said yes…
the lock beeped and clicked as you pressed the card against it, and you opened the door into your room with a listless sigh. despite how tired you were, you were already feeling that same sensation between your legs, and, doubly thanks to leon, no barrier to keep it contained.
well, nothing a hot shower can’t fix.
just as you were starting to walk in, you suddenly felt the press of someone behind you. you gasped, but a hand came up to cover your mouth before you had the chance to scream or even ask who it was. dropping everything on the floor of the room in front of you, you dug in your heels and tried to claw at their hand, their arm—whatever you could—as they started to push you in.
the door shut, taking with it the light in the room. darkness closed in as the lock clicked behind you, and you cursed yourself for not turning on a lamp or leaving something—anything—by the door as a just in case. it wasn’t a luxury hotel, but you didn’t think it was bad enough to worry about things like this…
”it’s alright, pretty girl, relax.”
in the panicked flurry of your mind, there was a glimpse of recognition at the calm voice in your ear. that pet name. the authority that still had its sway over you and soothed the fear from your nerves all while setting them off in a different way. you paused in your fight back, but the hand over your mouth still stayed. once the scent hit you, you knew it had to be him holding you…
but how?
how did he figure out what floor you were on, let alone what room?
his other hand moved from around your waist, and you could hear it reaching along the wall until it found the switch. the light wasn’t bright, but compared to the total darkness you were just in, it felt like a flash grenade had gone off. it took a moment for your eyes to adjust, and you could barely register the details of the room—but you did catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror in the coat closet.
there, behind you, was leon. you could feel your panic subsiding, but your heart was still pounding. it scared you, sure, but there was a different reason for such an elevated pulse rate now.
”you left something of yours behind.”
he still wasn’t moving his hand from your mouth, so you had no way of communicating with him except with your eyes in the mirror. you realized now that he was very intently watching your reflection, observing your reactions. trying to portray the question of ‘what is it?’ you watched as he slowly lifted his hand and let something dangle from his fingers.
embarrassment accompanied by the very poorly timed drip of arousal down your thighs made your cheeks flush red and hot, and you were sure that he could feel it burning against the rough palm of his hand. you realized that after he had ripped your panties off of you—which was the major reason that you had no way of hiding how much all of this was turning you on—you didn’t grab them out of the back. to be honest, you didn’t even remember seeing them when you had taken off the discards of your stockings. and here they were now, dangling off of his finger like some key ring.
your eyes widened. you tried to grab them, but he was taller than you and his reach was a lot longer than yours.
”ah, i think i’m going to hold onto these. think of it like…a souvenir.”
he put his arm back down and slowly pressed them against his face with an inhale. his hand muffled your gasp in his palm, but, even stifled, you could tell your reaction was exactly what he wanted. again, you felt embarrassed, but this time added with that same growing tension in your gut that had come and gone—snapped and released—all night long because of him.
any question of how he got in or figured out where you were staying was long gone out the window now.
“truth is,” his voice was low as he moved to put them in his pocket, “they still smelled like you, and i figured you couldn’t have gotten too far.”
his arm slid around you and pulled you tightly against him. that’s when you felt it. that same hard press of his erection against your backside. you were overtaken by the feeling that you could only describe as complete satisfaction upon learning that he was still reeling from his night with you just as much as you were with him. still unable to speak with his hand against your mouth, you pushed your hips back against him in hopes it would be enough to tell him that you wanted him too.
his groan was your answer, but you couldn’t wait for him to keep playing whatever game this was. moving your hands to the arm anchored around your waist, you gently started to push. through the mirror, you watched him, feeling his hold start to loosen around you. slowly, tantalizingly, you led his hand down over your lower stomach, just barely rounding the curve of your hip before you cut across and slid him right between your thighs to meet the growing heat at the apex.
his breath stuttered in his chest against you as he felt your desire. you knew it was crazy, being this turned on by a practical stranger essentially taking you hostage in your own room, but you trusted him.
you trusted him enough to fall into the thrill of it all.
practiced fingers slid against your clit, pressing up and starting in agonizingly slow circles. there was no point in protesting with his hand clasped against your mouth, so the only thing you could do was move with him. for every slow rotation of his fingers, you matched it with your hips. pressing yourself as firmly against him as you could and watching in the mirror as his cheeks started to flush from arousal.
based on his vulgar (hot) display with your panties, you knew he had been turned on since the moment he decided to come find you. he could play like he was in control all he wanted, but you knew damn well that he was just as tightly wrapped around your fingers as you were his. that and you knew if he was as hungry as you were right now, it wouldn’t take much teasing for him to give in.
any exhaustion you had felt was being melted away by the heat of him on your back, his breath on your neck as you continued your slow grind into his hips.
”fuck.”
bingo.
there was little time to celebrate your victory as he turned you around and threw you over his shoulder. he slipped from his boots and discarded them, taking off your shoes and tossing them towards the door as he fully walked in. a resounding *slap* followed by your surprised cry sounded in the room as his hand connected with your ass before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.
with thighs pressed together, trying to alleviate the need to be touched with some sense of pressure, you watched him undress. his shirt was discarded, blessing you with another chance to see the art that was his body. he was a fine tuned instrument, and though you didn’t know what he did for work, you knew this body wasn’t just from the gym. this was a working man’s body, scars and all.
and he could tell you liked it.
that smug little smirk you were growing to like almost too much tugged at his lips as he started undoing his belt. the final threads of your patience were wearing thinner and thinner. half of you wanted to pounce on him then and there, but the other half could only watch him strip. it’s not like you hadn’t already seen him in the car, but it was cramped and dark. now, you were being spoiled with good lighting and a front row seat.
this might just be your lucky night.
”hope you don’t plan on sleeping soon,” he was speaking to you, but you were barely listening, too focused on what you could see now that he was fully undressed. the sight of his cock stole your attention, and you were parched just looking at it; however, you didn’t get to see the rest of him before. the full cut of the muscles at his hips leading into the v of his lower stomach. there was a small trail of hair that led down to a very neat trim. his thighs were strong and thicker than you had imagined. they too shared their smattering of scars, but in your eyes that was just added beauty that you would selfishly lap up again and again.
”holy shit.”
it was all you could manage. you could hear him laugh—a genuine laugh—but you weren’t joking. he was cut like a marble statue, standing at the end of the hotel bed like a god that had just walked out of the ether, and here you were with mascara still smeared under your eyes just staring at him mouth agape and gawking.
“come here.”
with a firm grip of your ankle, leon pulled you down towards him so you were once again—and happily—beneath him. you watched with baited breath as he took your skirt and started sliding it down, his other hand came to guide your hips into an arch so he could remove it with ease. your shirt, which had lost half of its buttons thanks to him, was done away with along with your bra. you laid beneath him in all your glory and feeling like your heart was going to pound out of your chest.
his hand traversed your body, taking its time mapping out all of your soft curves and sharp edges—leaving no time for you to feel self conscious at being so exposed. every mole, every scar, every stretch mark felt the heat of his touch followed by the suppleness of his lips juxtaposed by the scratch of stubble. when he was watching you so intently in the bar, he was making a map of your body. an itinerary of all the places he wanted to explore, and now he was marking every landmark. every piece of you that he wanted to keep in his mind.
and he left that map for you with a legend of starved affections.
your body felt electrified. you were fully nude. vulnerable. but you could feel that he appreciated every inch that you offered him. in some way, that’s what you were. the offering at the altar waiting to be accepted by a deity for his blessing.
and gratefully accept he did.
the rough pads of his fingers tip toed along the edge of your lip, begging for them to part. for your invitation. and you gave it willingly, allowing them to slip past. you could still taste yourself from where he touched you at the door, but you didn’t mind it. if this ravenous cycle continued, then devouring one another would only end in consuming oneself.
”that’s it. you like how you taste?”
a wanton moan was all you gave as your lips closed around his fingers. your tongue curled, tracing between them and painting the picture of what else you would happily take, setting a headiness in his eyes and the creep of color across his cheeks to the tips of his ears that told you he was seeing it too.
”show me what else that pretty mouth can do.”
his fingers slipped out, and he came to place his knees on either side of your head, leaning back to place his weight on your chest. you gasped but were unable to fully breathe with the mass of him on you. your nails bit down into the thick meat of his thighs, looking at him from between them. he was teasing you, leaving the tip of his cock just out of reach while also preventing you from moving to it. cruelly, he made you wait until he saw that perfectly pathetic look in your eyes.
”please.”
your lips parted, and he took himself in his hand to stroke his length and push a bead of precum from the tip. it dropped down slowly and landed on your tongue like communion. the anticipation was killing you—any thought in your head lost to the pure want for him. a hunger that left you trembling beneath him with an excitement you couldn’t ever remember having for the last person you were with. or anyone for that matter. a whine was all you could manage until he finally obliged you—he just loved to see you beg. his weight shifted, and the head of his cock came to rest gingerly on your lips. grabbing the headboard and leaning forward, leon finally obliged your pleading.
he took over your mouth and pushed down into your throat making you choke on a gag that only turned him—and yourself—on more. his hips pulled back, giving you a chance to catch your breath again. this was the last moment of mercy he would give you before he rolled his hips and pushed the full length of himself back down.
”you can take it.”
his words were a promising reassurance as you felt tears prematurely sting your eyes. you fought off the urge to gag again because as foreign as it was…you loved it. it wasn’t your first time with a cock in your mouth, but you had never had your face fucked before. you could tell he was holding back enough to give you a chance to get used to it, but he was *thoroughly* using your mouth as his own personal pleasure tool and praising you all the while.
you could get used to this.
even the thought of it had your legs pressing tightly together, unable to keep them still to satiate the absolute need that was growing inside you. you were aching, shifting your hands to grab his ass and push him forward—urging him to go harder. you could only just see him through the tears, but he had his eyes on you.
”oh, fuck me.”
you understood now the power behind seeing someone unravel at your doing. the sounds he made were absolutely filthy. the flush on his cheeks was brighter now, a stark crimson that was starting to travel down the back of his neck. sweat beaded at his forehead that left some of his fringe sticking to the skin. he looked sinful and sweet, an embodiment of temptation and sex appeal.
your hands gripped tighter at his ass, and one of his hands knotted into your hair in return. wrapping the length of it around his wrist in one fluid motion, leon tugged and forced you flush to him. he started using you, fully, pulling at your hair in unison with his hips moving back so that every time he rammed forward you could feel the full expanse of him sliding down your throat.
”you’re my greedy fucking girl, aren’t you?”
try as you may to agree, the sounds you were making were choked out and gagged by him. no longer could you watch him, eyes just rolling into the back of your head with tears freefalling as you felt that tension in you pulling tighter and tighter.
tonight was a night of many firsts for you.
the warning that he was about to finish barely reached your ears before you felt the hot spurt of his load hit the back of your throat. instinctively, you swallowed as best as you could, but it’s not like you would have had a choice. he had staked his claim. your own finish hit just as hard if not harder than his. beneath him your body stiffened and trembled, toes curling as you felt a wetness forming beneath you and soaking into the sheets.
sorry, housekeeping.
his grip finally relaxed on your hair as he leaned forward, panting and quivering from his climax. he stayed there for a moment before finally having mercy on you and slowly pulling out from your aching jaw. with a hiss, he braved the sensitivity of his cock to stroke down the last remnants of his finish onto your tongue—the best parting gift you could have asked for in the absence of your new favorite gag. even in your post orgasm haze, you still managed to stick your tongue out for it and make a show of letting the taste linger before you swallowed it all. dazed and smitten, you watched him from beneath your lashes and licked your lips to let him know just how grateful you were.
”that’s my good girl.”
you felt the weight of him lift and press into the mattress beside you, and, in one swift motion, he had you wrapped in strong arms and laid against his chest. he was breathless still, a sheen of sweat covering his body. you were tempted to lick it, to clean him and indulge yourself in the addiction of his taste.
“i’m glad you came to find me,” you murmured the words into his chest, settling on drawing little patterns among the scar tissue and light freckles with your finger instead. after a moment of silence, you raised your head to look at him and found him looking right back at you with an expression you couldn’t quite explain. it was soft, softer than you would have expected, but complicated. as if the thought of you wanting him was equally touching as it was alarming—like he couldn’t comprehend why.
his fingers slipped under your chin and guided you up to kiss him. it was passionate and tender and thankful. the type of kiss that left you drunk and wanting more, chasing after it as he pulled back enough to speak. it took him a moment before he did, leaving you hovering in anticipation for what he had to say and for the feeling of his lips on yours again.
”i’m glad i did too.”
his nose gently nudged yours, meeting your lips in half kisses. delicately, careful of your scalp, his fingers combed into your hair again to cradle your head in his palm. you were reminded of how you felt when you were kissing him earlier in the back of his car. there was a hunger to them—like he had longed for intimacy. at first, you found the thought hard to believe. how someone like him, so charming and devastatingly handsome, could be so deprived of affection. of touch?
and then you remembered the scars across his body, a body that was definitely built from hardship, and hard work, and necessity. you remembered the way he avoided your gaze when you first got a glimpse of him, as if not entirely looking at you would erase the possibility of being asked what happened? the way he seemed to doubt that anyone could want him—for sex or something much more complicated.
you couldn’t know for sure—and you certainly wouldn’t ask—but behind all those little quips and smug smirks was a man who was *starved* for affection and drowning in a sea of loneliness.
and you wanted to pull him out.
the need in his kiss grew stronger the deeper it got. tongues moved together, taking turns in their domination of the other. it was a dance shared in passion and desire and a mutual longing.
you were both strangers, but you were strangers together.
though you didn’t want to, you were the one to break the kiss this time and having to resist as he chased after you. his eyes reflected the question that danced on his tongue: where are you going?
”i want to treat you,” your voice was soothing as you shifted to be on top of him, taking your time to straddle his hips and fully seat yourself. his hands, which you’ve found needed to be touching you somehow, found their place comfortably at the outside of your thighs and massaging at the muscles beneath them. surprise formed a question in his eyes: are you sure?
“i…don’t just do this for anyone, okay?”
there was a nervousness in your voice that you tried to hide behind your throat just being overworked, but he saw right through you. looking down at him meekly, you almost rethought your plan before he raised a hand to cup your cheek. he had a knack for comfort and reassurance, and you wondered if it was a part of his line of work. if it wasn’t, it should have been. it was why you could so freely accept everything that happened tonight. there was a sense of safety that radiated around him—the personification of sanctuary.
”okay.”
it was a simple response, but it gave you the confidence to keep going. lifting yourself, you moved a hand between your legs to take a hold of his still present arousal and guide it to your entrance—all the while being kept stable by his hands that had returned to their place at your hips. you lowered, taking your time, until you had the whole of him inside you.
it wasn’t the first time taking him tonight, but this time it felt different. the angle hit what couldn’t quite be achieved in the backseat of a porsche—though your partner had made thoroughly sure that you weren’t lacking because of it. but it wasn’t just the angle, it was the feeling of a deeper connection between you. a trust and appreciation had grown between you that made this feel all the more intimate.
personal.
”you feel so good,” the words spilled from his lips in a breathless whisper. it made you bashful, the same way it did when he was looking at you in the car before he kissed you. it was the look in his eyes, as if you were the one thing he desired more than anything else.
you wouldn’t admit it, but some part of you hoped that was true.
***
half lidded gaze watched with awe and appreciation at the tantalizing motion of your body. you said you didn’t do this for just anyone—which made it an honor in of itself that you chose him of all people—but the way you moved made him think you were selling yourself short. any insecurity you may have felt about doing this seemed unfounded to him.
leon was no stranger to the throes of passion. brief and fleeting encounters were really all he could afford in his line of work. attachments and extended stays were a luxury that, for the longest time, were entirely unattainable to him. this work, his work, was his life. it had taken up years that he would never get back and would continue to do so until his body was either broken or wasted—no in between. it wouldn’t be fair to invite someone in, especially not someone who was so separate from his world. he wouldn’t be able to give you what you deserved if this continued…
but seeing you like this—feeling you like this—was enough to make him consider the what ifs. there were plenty of people in his line of work who had someone to come home to. it was too early to think of you like that, but chasing after you only moments after your first encounter was enough for him to play with the possibility. you had a charm to you that drew him in—like a breath of fresh air in his stifling, cramped world.
as your head lolled back with a moan, his eyes roamed your body and studied the explicit way you fucked him. it left his head in a fog—dazed and confused and dreaming of a life where he could come home to this every night. he was either that in need for affection, or you were so good that you were one moan away from domesticating him.
either way, what bliss.
the meat at your hips was soft beneath his hands, warm and comforting. he kneaded at the fleshy parts as if it were his own personal stress ball. it would be quite a way to unwind after a mission if he could come home to this. a fantasy reel already started to play in his mind:
he would come through the door, tired and battered. office days were long, but being out in the field felt like an eternity. but the second he could lay his eyes on you—maybe washing dishes or hanging clothes in the line—he could find his peace.
he was still a man, and there was no better paradise than between your thighs.
”i could get used to this,” the words slipped before he could stop them, but he wouldn’t take them back. they were dangerous, but they were honest, and leon was an honest man.
warmth collected in his lower stomach, feeling his muscles tingle and contract as the waves started rolling in. he was getting close, and he could feel from the way you were tightening with every motion that you were too. he started to move with you, finding the rhythm with ease. the chemistry you shared was undeniable—even if he tried to dismiss it, the proof of it was evidenced in every moan that left his lips.
your nails dug into his chest, his into your hips, and the two of you came undone together. it was sudden and came down hard upon both of you. he felt himself let loose inside of you for the second time tonight—something that he hadn’t meant to make a habit of but couldn’t stop himself before it happened. in return, you painted him in the sweetness of your climax before you practically collapsed on top of him.
your breaths synced up, both in desperate need for air after the night you had spent together. at this point, even leon was feeling the exhaustion as he fought against the weight in his arms to wrap them around you. a kiss was left on the crown of your head until he could finally find the strength to muster some words.
“what a night.”
his fingers danced up and down your spine in comforting strokes, knowing the hum you gave in response would be the last he’d get before you inevitably fell asleep. he couldn’t blame you. matter of fact, he wasn’t too far behind you, the drinks and the fun finally starting to catch up to him.
he wasn’t as young and spry as he used to be
that or he was just out of practice.
the thoughts that told him he shouldn’t stay were drowned out beneath the warmth that had settled in his chest. it was equal parts foreign and familiar to him, but he selfishly didn’t want it to go away. so much of his life, his *time*, was sacrificed for the penance he felt that he owed. for once, in all of those years, he wanted to be greedy and enjoy your company for a little while longer—just for tonight, he wanted to indulge in the brief mercy that was you.
with another kiss to the crown of your head, leon breathed in the sweetness of your scent and felt himself drifting off as he whispered softly into the placid stillness.
”thank you.”
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wow wow wow thank you for reading!
the gears are really starting to move now that i’ve started writing again lol
it feels good to be back in the saddle
i’m still working on my chreon fic so stay tuned for that and even more resident evil
also i promise i don’t only write smut lol there will be non smut fics and probably some smutless chapters in this story
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