@mini-luis-serra
So... I have good news and bad news
"Luis?!"
Leon rushes over and starts patting him down, checking for injuries, just making sure he's all in one piece. Once he's sure, he yanks Luis into a tight hug.
"Fuck, Luis, what happened? Are you okay?"
"Sí! Sí! I'm okay, I'm alright, don't worry about me! That's the good news, eh? I'm okay, and my size isn't fluctuating. The bad news is that I can't drive you to the store anymore,"
And that was all he could say before he simply couldn't hold himself back any longer, pressing his lips against Leon's with desperate fervor.
Leon gasps a bit, but returns the kiss, clutching at Luis's jacket. One hand slides up and into his hair, fingers tangled in dark curls.
"Fuck the store, we'll figure it out. Grace or Chris or.. or.. fuck, c'mere-" he groans, pulling Luis closer and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
A laugh bubbles up in Luis's chest. "I can't believe we waited 20 years to do this. That means we have 20 years of lost time to catch up on,"
His hand slid up Leon's shirt and his kisses became hungrier and greedier. "Te amo mas de todo los estrellas in los cielos," he groaned against Leon's mouth. "I was going to ask you to give me a tour but... I don't intend on letting you go so easily,"
Leon presses his forehead against Luis's for a moment, just relishing in the fact he gets to hold him like this. "I was scared to lose you," he admits quietly. "Or scared that you would lose me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
He kisses him back, the hand in his hair tightening its grip just a smidge- testing the waters. Hearing Luis speak Spanish always made him go a little crazy, always had. "Mm, you sure? I can think of a few places i'd like to show you."
"The past is the past. The only thing that matters is we have each other now," he said softly, and brushed a lock of hair away from Leon's face.
Then, Luis made a sound he probably shouldn't have, a deep, pleased little noise. He gripped Leon's waist and slotted a leg between his. Leon's touch felt hot against his skin. It burned so hot it must've left smoke and char in its wake.
"Oh, let me guess: you'd like to show me to the kitchen so I can bake you a proper batch of those galletas, eh? You always had a big appetite and quite the sweet tooth," he purred. He felt drunk on Leon's touch.
"You know, I should warn you: I've never been very good at keeping quiet," he teased.