a/n: GOOD MORNING VERY NICHE COMMUNITY !!!!!!!! this was very inspired by this post that i sent over, and the beautiful @phoenix-in-writing sent a little idea that sparked this .... thing... i adore leo so so much, he's my favourite seb character, he deserves BETTEERRRRR so that's what i'm gonna be doing :}
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Music hummed against the walls, now a distant memory of lyrics and bass as you found yourself tangled among a bundle of coats and Leo. Scratchy wool, cotton, fur, all different textures graze against your back, just over your shirt where it rides up the small of your back, but the only thing you can feel was him.
His hands, his body, his breath — thick with whisky and nicotine, an addicting pair that he licked from his tongue to yours, spicy and dizzying — they all mixed together into a fog of heady mess. His chest pressed up against your side, leaning down slightly so his cheek smushed against your shoulder, looking up at you with his big, blue eyes, all dewy with mixed substances, lips pink and smeared with spit, holding into a half burnt cigarette. And his hands, one holding you close, rubbing and clutching onto flesh from your hips, to your waist, to the scruff of the neck, unable to pick, all the while his other stayed shoved down the front of your panties.
Unbuttoned hastily, zipper tugged down from his knuckles grazing the underside as his palm slid from below your navel, to where your slick pooled, all with slurred murmurs of "c'mon…" and "you really wanted me this bad?" pressed against your skin in awe, reminding you just how inebriated he really is.
Working you up, his name stuck to your lips over and over again in whispered hushes, barely audible from the hum of the speakers.
"Leo… Leo, f-fuck," you whisper, head thunking backwards and into the fabrics, eliciting a chorus clanks from coat hangers. Your jaw hung open on a gasp, pursing slightly as the pads of his fingers caressed your spot, over and over again, as you buck your hips into his hold. "God, right there… that's it, right fucking there."
Nuzzling closer, you feel the smile that stayed glued to his lips widen. Uneven, boyish, dorky even. He kept up his movements, all the while grazing his lips against your skin.
"Come on… c'mon, you got'it, baby," he mumurs, nipping at your clavicle, then your shoulder, before resting his cheek against it with a satisfied hum. "God, y'look s'pretty… wanna see your face jus' comin' on my fingers"
The words alone, mumbled, lazy, deep with nicotine, all slurred into hot breath beside you was enough to elicit a bodily response. Clenching down, your body agrees like a long string of whispered yeses which you start to speak, all the while your hips start bucking into his hand quicker, arching into his hold to which you keep him close with a palm around his wrist, just above where his watch jangles and presses against your mound, right where soft curls start to cascade.
Kissing your chest goodbye with a chaste graze of a peck, he moves the cigarette from the corner of his mouth to hold it between two fingers, blowing smoke away from your face. It all makes your heart leap once within your ribcage — his perfect jaw, and just how close the stick was held to the coats.
"Leo don—don't burn the coats." You whisper, slurred into the warm air you both created.
"Don't worry 'bout the fuckin' coats," he giggles, soft reverberations dance down your neck. "Jus' focus, focus on me n'my fingers. Worryin' bout fuckin' coats while i'm fingerin' you, you're somethin' else, y'know that?"
Huffing a laugh, your teeth tugs your bottom lip, staring up at him dewy-eyed.
"You're so pretty, Leo." You slurred, drunk on whatever they had mixed in the punch bowl, and with the feeling of Leo surrounding you.
His nose nudges yours, licking the tip of his tongue playfully against your lips. "So're you. Sounds'so pretty too. I love how you say my name."
It makes you clench, hips twitching into his hold again as the heel of his palm presses onto your clit, grinding down with the cramped space and position.
"Love it, huh?" You gasp again, the slow ebb of release sweet and stinging on your thighs as they tremble.
Leaning his head up, Leo takes another drag of his cigarette, and his eyes never seem to move away from yours, and lazily hums affirmatively. Inhaling and exhaling away from your face, all for tha perfect view of his jawline.
"Mhm," he draws out, "love it s'much… can you say it again."
As if pushed by a button, the movements of his fingers quicken ever so slightly. Precise, curling deep, smoothing over your spongy walls enough to make you whine. Your back arches again, all the while the sounds get sloppier and sloppier.
"Leo… Leo…" You begin to clench. Hard. Pulsations in unhurried patterns, that contrast the frantic movement of your hips.
Gasping harder around his name, fingernails digging into his wrist like a tattoo.
"There we go," he whispers, back in his rightful place against your shoulder. "Can y'look at me. I wanna see your face as you cum. Please?"
Words don't seem to register, yet you do so anyway. All with the repetition of his name against your lips as if thats all your mind and body could recognise. Leo.
And as if automatic, as his eyes caught yours again, time slows and pleasure borders on pain.
Sweetness puddles at the bottom of your abdomen, your hips tipping up, twitching in his hold as he slows himself down, still keeping you on your toes as you release with one last whisper of his name.
He grunts at the feeling, like its mutual. Like he also got his own way with how you begin to writhe and your pelvis stutters harder, how his fingers stay buried deep, warmed by your slick, ebbing release now pulsing softer and more irregular around them.
His lips graze your shoulder before trailing open mouth kisses. Up and up until finally you both connect again with content hums.
Emptiness follows, physically. Fingers are released, reluctantly, followed by a soft, wet sound. And then Leo releases you, hand up, both middle and ring finger glistening under the yellow light.
Looking at the digits, you look back at Leo, who's eyeing them with a suspicious lick of his pink lips. And before you could stop him, he dives.
Tongue first, his fingers are in his mouth, sucking hard and giggling triumphantly around them, staring into your half lidded eyes with a grin.
"Fuck, tastes so good… y'always do, fuck — you gotta lemme eat you out when we get home," he mumbles, mouth still full. "Please? Pretty please?"
Quickly, he tugs his digits out with a pop and tugs your hand, already making a b-line towards the door.
"Leo!" you slur, free hand fumbling around the zipper of your jeans.
"Let's go now! Please, m'already achin' so bad for you baby, hurts so bad, but fuck I want my mouth on you so bad."
