[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.
* LUSTFUL ACTION PROMPTS .
Leon quickly learned that Chris was a man of very few words.
He expressed his feelings through touch and action, rather than using words, he chose to solidify his affection in the only way he knew where it wouldn't be misinterpreted. It was something Leon didn't know he needed until Chris gave it to him. There was no denying the affection of a man when he would make pancakes the morning after or pour a cup of hot coffee without uttering a single word. There was also no denying the pure unfiltered desire that came when a large hand gripped the back of Leon's head and pulled at the soft locks of hair just to secure a well earned kiss. A sound escaped him as hands slipped around Chris' waist ― nails biting into the fabric of the tight shirt he wore was enough to convey how welcoming it was to see and feel him.
A heat washed over Leon like a warm breeze after a cold morning, something he hadn't felt in weeks since the last time they had even been in the same room together. Memories of fleeting moments flashed across his minds eye as the taste of the other man became balm against his fraying mind. Moments like these were very far and few between, even now as they finally pulled away, slow and tentatively. As if at any moment something or someone would pull them apart. The darkness of the small room they had slipped into becoming a welcoming cover to the underlying worry of being caught.
A low but happy hum escaped Leon as their foreheads touched, he felt the gear Chris still wore pressing against his body like a reminder of where they were. A sly smile curling at the corner of his lips, a chuckle he knew would incite something in the other man one way or another.
" Miss me that much? " Voice husky from the kiss, Leon had no idea how long they had been standing here, pressed against each other in a desperate need to feel something other than the stress of their respective positions. Breaths mingled as blue eyes looked up, despite how dark it was, he could still make out the lines of Chris' face. " We really should go back ― meet me at home after? " Please ... I miss you. Words unspoken lay between them, surely Chris knew he did, knew he was wanted. Without waiting for an answer he claimed another kiss as he pressed their lips together, doing the very opposite of what they should as fingers dance along the hem of Chris' shirt.
