dex needs constant reassurance during sex. he could be pounding into you, making you see stars with his cock, and he would still be asking you if he's doing okay.
"am i- is this okay? baby, tell me m'good-- please" he's whining muffled words into the crook of your neck as his tip slams against your g-spot repeatedly, enough to have you clawing at his back, leaving angry red marks on his skin.
he's focused solely on your pleasure, he gets off when you get off. so when you're too fucked-out to reply to him, he's panicking. he doesn't understand that he's making you feel so good to the point where you can't form a coherent sentence.
"is it not good? oh god- do y'not like it?" he tends to spiral, so you have to talk in order to keep him going. "i-it's good, dex-- fuck!-- feels s'good" your fingers card through his hair, tugging at the blonde strands, which earns you a choked whimper.
"y-yeah?" he moans out whorishly, his breath hot against your neck. he's desperately trying to keep his pace from faltering. "tell me- can you tell me y'love me? p-please?" he snakes his hand down between both of your sweaty bodies and rubs tight circles on your clit, causing you cry out and arch into him further as pleasure shoots through your limbs. "love you!" you mewl, the only thing you can say when he's making you feel like this.
your orgasm crashes over you with his name lingering on your tongue, your pussy clenching and fluttering around him obscenely. he finishes directly after you, he was only holding off because he always makes sure you cum first. he doesn't want to be selfish, after all.
he collapses on top of you, practically panting. his cock is still sitting inside of you, his warm release settling. he'd probably never admit it, but your words of praise are his favorite part of sex.
You look from your place in bed, glasses almost sliding off of your nose. You glance around the room once before pointing at yourself. Simon gives you a dead-serious nod of his head, drilling holes into you with his eyes.
“Huh, what’d I do, Si?”
“All that. I’m tellin’ you t’ stop bein’ a tease.”
You take yourself into account. You are sitting in bed in your ugly, mismatched pajamas, reading a book with everything about you totally undone. You were just nodding off when he walked in. What’s Simon on about?
“I’m-… Are we playing around? Joking? I don’t get it.” You’re about as un-sexy as you can be.
He huffs and walks up to the edge of the bed, reaching under the covers to wrap a large hand around your ankle and pull you to the edge, locked under his gaze as blankets crowd around you. “Look at ya, love. Quit playing games.”
You finally find it in you to laugh at his ambiguity, watching the corners of his mouth quirk. He shifts on his feet uncomfortably, tightening his grip around your ankle. “I don’t understand. I’m very unattractive right now. Startlingly so.”
“Don’t say tha’.” He mutters, leaning over to shove his face into the crook of your neck, humming in relief as he presses into you. You wrestle your arms free to throw around him, curling into his heavy body. The moment goes on sweetly until his hips roll lazily against you, exhaling shakily.
It’s started like it always does: a simple kiss as you both settled onto the couch for a movie night. You, nestled against his side like every time, he was always warm and let his hand rub gently over your arm.
You made the mistake (not really) of looking up at him, zoning out to the soft expression of his attention on the tv. But he felt your gaze and looked down with a smile, letting out an airy laugh. “You’re missing the movie.”
Oh that didn’t matter anymore, not with you perched up on his lap like it was made for you.
His heavy breath fanning your cheek, hands gripping so tight on your waist you knew you’d see it tomorrow.
You rutted shakily, hips moving on instinct against his thigh like you had all night. “G-gosh, Leon” you breathed, gripping his shoulders.
He was a mess, cheeks a light shade of red, lips slick and parted as he whimpered. He wasn’t even being focused on and he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing.
“You’re so pretty like this, so, so pretty” he whined, not sure if he should be guiding or just watching at this point. “D-does it feel good?”
You could only nod, frantic and mindless as pleasure burned up your spine. His aching cock nudging your leg every time you grind upwards.
The friction of your own thigh rubbing against him was enough for his breath to catch, urging him closer to a release he wasn’t prepared for.
He came first, his lips letting a whimper slip out before he cried a soft “please,” the sound only urging you over your own, fingers gripping his shirt.
can’t stop thinking about sleeping with rookie leon !!!
he makes sure you have enough of the blanket to cover your body, or goes as far as to tuck you in before rolling next to you in bed. checks your glasses of water on each night stand before turning off the light.
if one of you can’t sleep, leon is willing to chat for a while. literal nonsense. how your day was, how his was, what you had for lunch while he was at the station, would ramble about missing you like crazy.
cuddling cuddling cuddling, tons of cuddling.
i picture leon as the type to give you tons of kisses on your nose, tucking your head under his chin and caressing your back.
“today felt 72h long… i couldn’t wait to leave and come home to you,” he mumbles timidly.
even if you two have been together for a while, he can’t really stop blushing and his heart can’t stop racing whenever you two are like this.
he’s so damn sweet. if it was for him, he’d never leave your side. like a puppy. he kinda is your puppy, i think you have him wrapped around your fingers.
if he’s not too tired, he’ll wait for you to fall asleep first, even if it takes forever and he has an early shift in the morning.
if he is too tired, you can witness his puppy face relaxing and enjoy watching him sleeping – he snores lightly, too.
-> lucky you, you get to bounce on it. what would leon kennedy be like in bed?
notes: smut/nsfw, 18+ - interact at your own discretion
- Leon would be very vocal, but not very loud. You can easily coax a lot of grunts, cusses, and soft moans from him. When he’s close, he usually lets out a barely audible whimper too.
- Leon also talks dirty a fair bit, but it’s usually in short sentences, like “fuck, you look so pretty like this.” He’d definitely talk you through it too, with those little sentences that drive you insane, like “good girl, ride it out for me.”
- Favourite positions of his would be mating press, pro bone, and you riding him while he’s sat. Anything where your bodies are physically as close as possible will always be his favourite.
- Leon would be a switch. In a more dominant role, he’d still have tenderness and care, so he’d be a service dom. He’d want his partner to feel immense pleasure at all times, to the point where he’d push you with some overstimulation and praise. You’d hear something along the lines of “Keep going… You can cum for me one more time right?? …Yeah, that’s my girl.”
- In a more submissive role, Leon would be incredibly obedient and serve you in whatever way possible with total devotion. Again, he wouldn’t be incredibly loud, but you can easily earn a lot of stifled whimpers and rasped out pleas from him. He’d also be the type to blush furiously when he’s in a more submissive role in the bedroom. Post RE2 Leon wouldn’t be so easily flustered, so you can expect more of a shy demeanour with a beet-red face when he’s in a submissive role. You’d likely hear a lot of pleading, such as “please, oh, fuck, fuck, please don’t stop, please” in a breathy whimper.
- Leon is a selfless person, and it translates in the bedroom too. He prioritises your pleasure over his - he’ll slow down to pace himself if your orgasm is still far away.
- Leon Kennedy is a munch. This is said so much by so many fanfic authors that we could say it’s practically canon.
- Leon has a praise kink. He loves to hear it from your mouth - whether it’s telling him he’s doing a good job, how good he’s making you feel, and calling him a good boy… He wants all of it. He can’t get enough of it, in fact, he’d probably get drunk on it if he could.
- He also loves to give praise just as much as he loves to receive it. It usually comes in the form of a “fuck, you feel so good,” or “you’re taking me so well, baby.”
- As much as he’d love to sext you, especially when he’s away on a mission, there’s a big risk that his phone could be tapped or stolen. He has no choice but to remain pent up until a mission is over. Upon his return, the both of you fuck like rabbits for a good 2 days. You’ve probably had sex on every surface imaginable in his place by now.
- He’ll fuck you hard, but never rough - unless you ask. Even then, he’s not the biggest fan of inflicting marks (aside from a lovebite or two if he’s feeling possessive) or leaving you sore the next day. He’s very aware of his strength and he’s terrified of harming you.
- Leon prefers taking his time with you over a quickie; while he’s definitely not opposed to those, he prefers to appreciate you, and doesn’t like to rush.
- Leon’s job requires him to stay in peak physical condition, so you’d probably tag along with him to learn a thing or two. After a workout, Leon usually gets such a big burst of energy that he almost always ends up horny after working out. You’ve also asked him to teach you self defense manoeuvres, but it pretty much always starts with sparring and ends with him fucking you into the mat of his home gym.
- Every time without fail, he whispers an ‘I love you’ during or right after. :p
Your roommate, Leon, has a problem with spreading his legs so wide you can never take a proper seat near him. So, you decide to improvise...
based on this request
Finally catching up on the requests I've received--sorry if they're a little late. Also, Leon is a little pathetic, sad, and subby here...sorry not sorry ;)
As you approach the sofa–more like a loveseat with three unreasonably narrow cushions–with a bowl of popcorn in your arms, you notice that your roommate’s hips are low on the seat, his legs spread wide open, leaving you a tiny patch of sofa next to settle onto.
Why is it that men cannot keep their legs together? Women do it all the time, without complaint.
You stand in front of him, blocked from the path between the sofa and the coffee table, by his jutted knees.
“Why do you always have to do that?”
“Do what?” Leon asks in return, his gaze directed right past you, eyes glued to the television, though you’re not sure he’s even paying attention to the slop playing across the screen. You’ve noticed that he prefers not to think whenever he comes home from work, or from the assignments he shipped out on, week after week. He turns off his brain, and even though watching trash T.V. isn’t considered an especially stimulating hobby, nor does it require much brain power, it still seems like he’s not partaking.
“Sit like that. I don’t have any room.”
As you step to squeeze past his knees, choosing not to take the longer path around the coffee table in order to make a statement, he mumbles out a string of apologies.
“Sorry,” he says meekly, shifting his hips back, squeezing his legs shut so you can walk past.
He’s definitely filled out since he moved in, testing the strength of his dark jeans, the seams of his t-shirts. Maybe it was the way he sounded so sincere, so apologetic, or the way he mopes around like a wounded puppy, but you’re quick to forgive, not wanting to add to the guilt he seems to perpetually wear on his shoulders.
“It’s alright,” you say, settling down next to him. Your thighs touch his as the two of you figure out a way to make the piece of furniture more comfortable for two occupants.
He scoots over to the edge, practically hugging the armrest, as you tuck your knees beneath you, the bowl of popcorn forgotten on the coffee table. The television plays some gameshow neither of you are really paying attention to, and you hear a strained sound leave Leon’s lips.
“Are you uncomfortable?” You ask, already apprised of the answer based on the way he keeps adjusting his body.
“I’ll be fine,” is all he gives, line of sight still fixed on the television across the room.
“Can I sit on your lap?”
Perhaps you’re possessed. It’s the only explanation for why you let the idea marinate in your head, let alone twist it into words and let them leave your tongue.
His head snaps toward you, brown brows furrowed.
“Um, okay.”
He moves back to his prior position, with his hips shifted forward on the cushion, his legs wide open, knees a pole apart.
You leave your own cushion, and make your way to his thighs, straddling his lap.
His eyes grow wide, and you realize that maybe this exact position wasn’t what he had in mind when you asked, perhaps imagining you in a more ladylike arrangement, with your knees glued together, thrown across him.
“What are you…”
You shrug as a smirk tugs at the corner of your mouth. “I don’t really know.”
He just looks so sad, so lonely, so pitiful sitting there on the sofa by himself, always coming home from what you understand to be a very exhausting, very terrifying job, to just sit. He doesn’t have many friends, or any family, to spend time with. No hobbies. No pastimes.
So something came awash over you, and you acted on the impulse.
“Is this okay?” You ask, your palms flat on his chest, feeling the bulging muscle beneath the slinky cotton of his t-shirt.
He gulps, nodding, his eyelids slowly shutting.
Your hands move down the vast space of his abdomen, only stopping once they meet the starchy denim of his dark jeans. Then, one palm ventures past the waistband, settling over the zipped fly to feel a growing erection beneath it.
“And this?”
Another nod, one more decisive than the last. His eyes have opened again, but are now affixed to his thighs, where your own are spread, and the dainty hand you have pressed to his erection. You grind the heel of your palm over it, feeling it grow and jump under the sensation.
Leon whines, a soft, low sound that makes your stomach hot and suddenly you need more.
You bow down to nibble at his neck, the skin soft and warm under your lips as they part, tasty as you bite.
“Shit,” he curses, hands immediately coming to bear down onto your hips, retreating a moment later, hesitating. As if to give permission, you let your full weight onto his erection and grind down just once. His hands quickly return, the movement punctuated by a low whimper.
“Can I ride you?”
The heads of his brows tangle and his eyes are wide and glossy. “Fuck yes,” he says, the words leaving his chest on a breath.
You make quick work of the zipper of his jeans, and he lifts his hips so you can pull them down along with his briefs. Then, you yank off your top and bra, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lounge pants and panties, which cannot be discarded without you standing up for a moment. For each second it takes to stand up and pull the articles down until you’re bare, you miss the feeling of his body beneath yours. Leon took that time to snatch off his own shirt, revealing a well-defined chest and abdomen, one you’re more than eager to explore with the hungry tips of your fingers.
Straddling him once more, you move your hips back and forth over his hardened cock, letting the length gather the evidence of your arousal until his moans are too pathetic and your heart can’t take teasing him much longer.
He slides into your pussy effortlessly, his face contorting in instant pleasure, his mouth spitting out a thread of inaudible mumbles. Large, capable hands return to your hips as he guides you back and forth onto him.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close enough to plant a kiss on his lips, but you don’t. “So pretty,” you whisper instead. A pink tint rises on his cheeks.
He shakes his head, laughing lightly. “You’re the pretty one. Always have to remind myself not to stare.” His words are punctuated with short breaths, and it makes your walls clench, in turn, eliciting a dark groan from him. His grip tightens around your waist, slender fingers digging into your skin, kneading and massaging the flesh there.
The way he stretches you to your limits has you salivating like a dog, and this time you do kiss him. Your lips meet in a sweet, honeyed union, his tongue pushing past your parted pout to explore the inside of your mouth as though he’s trying to map the new terrain. Hungry and desperate, he keeps you glued to him as one of his palms sneaks up the middle of your back, palm gliding up and down your skin.
You suck on his lower lip, rolling it in between your teeth. He groans into your mouth, the reverberations of the sound tickling your spit-stained skin.
“Shit,” he swears, retreating to toss his head back against the sofa, the apple in his neck bobbing up and down as he gulps. Heavy-lidded eyes fall to watch the way you completely swallow the size of him, the rhythmic movement of your hips as you continue to ride.
Your orgasm builds fiercely, rolling across your body like angry waves crashing at shore, and Leon isn’t far behind, giving you a quick warning before he finishes inside.
“We probably need a new couch,” you say, sighing into the crook of his neck, collapsing onto his chest.
His hands continue their ministrations at your back, palms gliding up and down the length of your spine, caressing with all the sweetness and tenderness in the world.
based on this request--to my requester, I hope I was able to breathe life into your fantasy, thank you so much for stopping by :)
a/n: I'm finally getting back into the groove of writing. tried to keep this short and sweet, I know my drabbles have been anything but recently. anyway...please enjoy and know that my inbox is always open if you have a wicked idea you'd like me to explore
It wasn’t long into your relationship with Leon that things started to get physical. One look at the man with the dress shirt he begrudgingly wore to work with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, or those suit pants that contoured his form a little too perfectly, and you were ready to pounce like a tiger on its prey. All it took was one movie night at your apartment where the two of you were snuggled up like bugs in a rug on the sofa, sharing the warmth of one blanket to keep the winter chill seeping through the windows at bay.
A round of sharing each other’s saliva, hands roaming past the point of no return, and a clumsy trek into the bedroom on shaky legs. Things were bound to proceed as hot and heavy as they began.
After stripping you down to your underwear, Leon gently nudged you onto the bed, and your lips immediately missed the warmth and softness of his own as he stood above you just to sink down onto his knees a moment later to pull down your panties. With his hands on either of your thighs, he drove them apart, and then he took a second to manually adjust your hips on the edge of the mattress, setting you into place for him to begin his ministrations.
He started with a long lick from the bottom of your entrance all the way up to your clit, the bud pulsing in anticipation. His tongue laid flat against it as he continued to lap like a kitten at a bowl of milk, small, gentle strokes to warm you up.
Then, when he was satisfied with how wet you had gotten beneath him, how your hips were jolting, your body writhing like a live wire, he began to eat.
You had never experienced a man who lived up to the name of the act, devouring your pussy like it was his last meal on earth and he had to make every drop count. He did it with such a ferocious hunger, you were certain it was more for his pleasure than your own.
He started by sliding his down your folds, licking the nerves on either side of your clit in between hungry licks at your seam. It made your body jerk, and your abdomen tense. Groaning against your pussy, he stuck the tip of the muscle past your entrance, tonguing your insides as if testing to see how far he could go. The sensation was euphoric, and your climax was nigh and fast-approaching.
Early into your relationship, you were worried how this would go. With every man before Leon, it would take hours for you to finish, if you did at all. Even by yourself, with your own fingers, or the help of a battery-powered friend, your orgasm was as elusive as a butterfly, always out of arm’s reach.
Whether Leon was experienced or whether it was written into his biology to know exactly which buttons to press, which spot to lick, you didn’t care. Just as long as he didn’t stop.
And he didn’t.
He continued to consume you after your first, second, and third climax, his tongue far from worn, his mouth far from tired.
“Leon,” you whined, clawing at the sinew of his shoulderblades through the fabric of his t-shirt. Your fingers dug into his skin, pulled at his hair; you pleaded for some reprieve, though he didn’t overlook the lack of surety in your voice, and continued to work. The moans that escaped your throat were like the sound of a flare gun at the starting line of a race.
In turn, the sounds he made against your pussy pushed you over the edge…yet again, until you were screaming out his name, and you felt as though you could either fall through the layers of cotton and fluff in the mattress, or ascend to the heavens to live among the stars behind your eyes.
After the waterworks of your last orgasm, you were probably drowning the man, though you’re certain, by the way he’s been dining on you for the last hour, he wouldn’t mind dying a hero’s between your legs.
He retreated, an obscene sheen of sweat and arousal painted across his chin and mouth. His chest heaved with each labored breath he sucked in, his shoulders consequently rising and falling. Strands of dark blonde hair were sticking up in all directions, a tousled mess at your own hands. Surely he was done, you thought. That is, until he wiped away the moisture on his face with his forearm and lunged past you onto the mattress, his head propped up by a pillow, hands expectantly grasped on his abdomen.
“Sit on my face,” he said, with a smile as big as the moon.
leon kennedy always recognizes you as his home. doesn't matter where he is, whether near or far, what time it is, doesn't matter how injured he is, how much his body and mind tire from cruelty and virus alike-- the mere sight of you, safe and happy, is enough to bring reprieve to an aching heart.
he has endured more than anyone else has in this world, but you know he'd never dare admit that. he's not allowed to, not when he's deemed himself a failure. he may have saved thousands of lives, but for the few he failed to save, he carries that with him forevermore. you know this and so does he.
but you don't recognize him as a failure-- never could, never will. but sometimes words are not enough of a reminder, and sometimes, it is not words that speak the loudest.
so you hold him every night, make sure he feels as safe as he makes you feel. even when it's a little too hot, even when you've had a misunderstanding that day. you hold him like something meant to be cherished, something meant to be protected.
you hold him like he's meant to be saved.
"...you're getting a few grays, baby." you say softly, fingers weaving through soft locks as he rests his head on your chest. you lay together in the bedroom you've shared for years and years. this is your home, your haven. your sanctuary. it's all you know and it's all he ever wants to know.
"getting old." he murmurs. "not as young as i used to be when we first met."
it's spoken in a lighthearted manner, but you can sense the weariness in his tone. you smile, press your lips against his head, feel him relax against your body even more than before.
"...'s okay. we can grow old and gray together, yeah?"
a small huff of amusement before he shifts slightly, looking up at you. there's that fondness in blue eyes you've grown to adore with all your heart ; you hope to continue protecting it with everything you have.
"yeah," he says, quiet, reverent, as he kisses you on the lips, "we can grow old and gray together."
FIRST TIME ━━╋━
mdni .ᐟ dex being as gentle as he possibly can with you, soft sex, implied loss of virginity but like its not a big deal, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, cockwarming, clit play, messy makeout, praise, lwk nervous dex...
“just take your time yeah?”
dex lays back, staring up at you carefully, his dilated pupils filled half with worry, half with awe. you sat over him tense as ever and stuffed to the brim with his pulsing cock. you shiver squeezing him with your already tight cunt, hands balanced on his broad, solid chest, taking in the feel of his warm skin and just how full you felt.
dex wasn't exactly the most sexually active guy, he didn't fuck just anybody, so when you proposed the solution to your complete lack of experience it made sense. in your head at least...
he hisses softly, “i told you baby— we don't have to do this—”
“i know— i know—”, you pant out softly, whispering a little embarrassed, pouting out your bottom lip softly.
“but i really want to dex— c'mon please…”
he swallows, rolling his jaw while you felt his chest rise and fall as he took his time. dex could feel his cock twitch at your soft plea, watching the nerves on your face, the slight shake in your voice, making him tighten his grip around your hips. dex can't help but give into your need as you bit your lip giving him that sweet look with your tits pressed together for him, how could he refuse ?
“m’gonna go slow ‘kay?”, his voice is low and comforting in the dim room, eyes staring up at you like you were the centre of his world, and truly you were.
you nod, feeling him begin to lift you over his cock, moving you with ease, his big rough hands holding you by your waist as his muscles flexed. he tried to be gentle with you, watching your face scrunch up while he helped you ride him at that slow sensual pace.
“feels good?”
he offered a little smile, a faint quirk of his lips in that familiar smirk.
“uh huh— so— so good—”, you let out a breathy moan, running your hands on his torso and the smooth of his abs for balance all while he kept his steady pace. dex carried on, acting as if you were fine china, one wrong move and you'd crack under his touch. he focused on the feeling of your warm pussy, letting his hips thrust up into you gently, groaning as he held himself back from fucking you harder. his brow creasing with restraint on his focused face, he watched your lips, swollen from nervous chewing, your eyes darting over him, how your tits bounced slightly with his pacing, dex noticed everything about you. he was obsessed.
“mhm— that's it— taking me so well baby…”
he kept going and going as you felt your body tingling with pleasure and that tight feeling blooming inside your stomach. he watches your face, waiting carefully for the right time to move.
suddenly the tip of his thick cock hit a spongey spot deep inside you, making you gasp out and clutch at him, nails pressing into his tough skin.
“shit— m'sorry—”
worry fills him and he expects you to cry out, to ask him to stop but instead you arch into it, moaning out softly, all breathy and pretty sitting on top of him. he lets out a huff watching your hips bounce over his cock, trying to emulate the feeling.
“keep doing that— please—”, you whine, making him let out a breathy sigh of relief and a meek smile as he pumps you over his cock with a more steady pace.
dex loved this. watching you fall apart on top of him, crumbling so softly, so beautifully. all for him.
“so pretty like this…”
“look at you angel…”
hes muttering to himself, hypnotised by you and the sloppy connection where the base of his cock met your cunt and the lewd, wet sounds emanating from it. he feels every delicate flutter and squeeze of your cunt around his thick cock, he knows exactly where to aim, how hard and how much, he feels you getting closer and closer. dex knows you better then you know yourself. he can feel how close you are to your finish, the hot band pooling in your lower half about to snap.
another thrust, and another, the lewd noises getting louder between the two of you, he grunts pulling you closer. one of his big hands grabbing for your hair, tugging slightly, and suddenly his mouth is on yours swallowing your loud moans. his tongue is warm and he tastes like sweet coffee, dex nips at your lips, licking and kissing you in a mess of spit and want. while he sucks at your tongue his other hand gropes at your ass, kneading the plush curve of it while effortlessly moving you up and down the length of his cock.
to finish you off he drags the hand that was on your ass over your hip and between your legs, leaving the skin with burning hot trails of his touch. his thumb reaches for your clit, nudging its way down and pressing hard. sirens go off in your head, you practically see stars. dex feels your mouth hang open, half dumb and gasping out pleas for god knows what. he rubs a tight circle over your clit, pressing his face against your cheek before he found a solid pace, feeling your muscles twitch and force your legs to squeeze around him.
when you cum it's messy and sudden, you gasp out his name into his mouth, leaning forward into him. dex holds you tight against him, letting you shake softly into his skin while you screw your eyes tighter letting out little soft whimpers.
“that's it, just— fuck— let it happen—”
dex grunts softly, chasing his own finish. after glancing at your face, seeing the fucked out look gloss over your eyes he cant help cumming deep inside you, fucking you gently through your both your highs. he held you tight against him. he felt how your pussy creamed around his now limp cock with overwhelmingly warm pleasure.
the aftermath is warm and achy. he's stroking your skin gently, the side of your face then moving his palm to rub comforting circles into your back.
“did so good—”, he mumbles quietly, feeling you relax on top of him mumbling something shakily while your eyes flutter shut.
dex runs his long fingers through your hair watching you lay your head over his chest, spent and tired as ever. he lets you rest while he was still twitchy and spent inside of you.
“did so good f'me angel— so good—”, he mumbles tiredly feeling his own eyelids grow heavy.
