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Welcome! I'm dreamseeker (he/him) and yes, I am that one leoncest writer.
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Leon S. Kennedy/Albert Wesker
Explicit!!
Word Count: 4.5k
Tags: One Night Stands, Internalized Homophobia, Albert Wesker had a meltdown, Confessions, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, mating Press, Religious Guilt, S.T.A.R.S. night out, bar night but no one having sex drinks, Completely Sober Sex, Hurt No Comfort, Kinda, a bit, Smut, Shameless Smut, Porn WITH Plot, a lot of plot actually,Re2 Leon, S.T.A.R.S. era Wesker, S.T.A.R.S. member Leon, Captain/Rookie relationship,
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Other notes: Title is from from Perfect Lie by Ashton Irwin
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Chris harasses Captain Wesker into a bar night with the promise of Leon also being there knowing fine well that he wouldn't be able to resist the chance to see his favourite rookie more than usual. Despite his internal distrtess, Wesker obliges.
Half way through the night, Leon gets bored and asks the captin to take him home.
Going out with the team for drinks wasn’t something Wesker did usually. But when Chris and Barry had essentially trapped him in his own office by blocking the doorway, there wasn’t much he could do about it. The captain pinched the bride of his nose, eyes drawing to his vice-captain and weapons specialist, two of the most stubborn men he knew. He couldn’t say anything, he was worse than the pair put together and they probably got it from him. “Leon’s coming.” Those two words caught the captain off guard more than he cared to admit, his gaze now staring right through the two men into nowhere. His face grew red out of both anger and sheer embarrassment that his subordinates had seemed to pick up on his fondness for the younger blonde and were now actively using it against him.
The sigh that came from Wesker was strong enough that the papers on his desk fluttered in the force of his breath. “If I agree to come will you leave me alone?”
Chris immediately fist-pumped the air, looking as if he’d just won some grand prize in something. “Yes! Yes we will!” He beamed, his smile wasn’t nearly as cute as Leon’s, it didn’t stretch ear to ear in the same way and didn’t leave little dimples in his cheeks. It didn’t light up the room and it sure as shit didn’t make the captain’s heart flip like the rookie’s did. Barry had already left, quite chuffed with himself for what they’d achieved. Chris still looked like a teenage boy that’d been stuck with too much adrenaline, giving another fist-pump to the air as he left the tiny office. “See you Friday night cap!”
That took far too much patience that Wesker really didn’t have to spare that day, not only had he been harassed for the last half an hour he now had to deal with the fact that at least 2 of his team members knew about his crush on the newest recruit. He got up and locked his door and drew the blinds. He wanted to spend the rest of the day in pure silence, this wouldn’t be the last time he heard about the upcoming night out.
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Friday had finally rolled around, the energy in the office was high, even the girls seemed excited for the night out. Everyone filtered out of the office at around 5pm, agreeing to meet at J’s Bar at 6:30, enough time to go home and get changed, and in Wesker’s case, shower.
The water dribbled off Albert’s head as he stared at the tiled wall, stark white when he wiped off a stray piece of dirt. Something about Chris’ need to mention that Leon was going to be at drinks tonight really had sunk it’s claws into him, biting at his mind for the past 3 days while he thought about how to handle the situation. Really, it was none of his teams business who he fancied, but the vulnerability of them knowing anything about his personal life irked him enough to plague his mind. The thoughts bit harder, a guilt he hadn’t felt in forever sinking into him viciously as he stood under the running water. That was the first time he’d admitted to himself that he really had feelings for the young man. It felt… Wrong and right. The statement in itself was truth but the wave of negative emotion that washed over him felt like he was being washed in thick, congealed blood.
Man must not lie with man.
Sex was one thing. Romantic attraction was another. He’d never found an issue with burying his cock to the balls in the other man’s ass, gripping his hips until he almost screamed and taking him all as his own. But the thought of kissing him… It wasn’t the same kind of disgust that came if he thought about kissing a woman. The concept of kissing a woman felt uninteresting, boring, a task he’d have to endure rather than enjoy, like eating a rather unflavoursome meal. The thought of kissing Leon? He wanted to devour that thought and that thought in exchange wanted to devour him. The concept of the mans lips against his was something he wanted to feel, craved even, but the guilt felt like a stab to the back, sharp claws tearing away at him, lashings of a whip against his skin, tormenting him and tearing him apart.
The conflicting feelings in his mind lashed at each other until he was on the floor of the shower, unmoving, just staring into the drain. The pieces of the puzzle slotted together flawlessly. His repressed homosexuality was something he never thought he’d have to face, and he’d spent years upon years of his life without it causing an issue. But this little blonde thing challenged everything he knew about himself, his thoughts, his feeling and his beliefs. Albert wasn’t a religious man, never was and vowed to never be. But the preaching’s he had to sit through as a child had made their marks, dealt their damage and embedded themselves in his brain.
Now was not the time.
He wouldn’t hear the end of it if Albert Wesker himself was late. Especially not for the reasons he was late.
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A simple, minimalistic patterned monochromatic button down and black slacks with black dress shoes was probably a bit too fancy for the bar, but Albert didn’t know the meaning of casual wear. Everyone else did though, Barry, Brad and most of the other men just in t-shirts and jeans. Chris had the self respect to wear a button down also and the girls took a bit of time with themselves too, Jill’s outfit shadowing Alberts’s oddly well in a way he complimented her on when greeting her by the door. Despite the self respect in his outfit though, Chris acted like nothing more than a man watching a football game who’s team had just gotten a goal when Wesker made his presence known, surprised the man had actually shown up.
“Cap!” Chris whooped and hollered, making his way past the rest of his co workers to sling an arm over Wesker’s shoulder, despite the remarks of discomfort he was greeted with. The younger man dragged the blonde across the bar, immediately ushering him into the social situation that was the rowdy group of men he had the… Pleasure. Of working with.
They all made a big deal about the Albert Wesker coming to an out of work gathering, chattering loudly and proudly, all touching him far too much for his liking. Some were clearly a few drinks deep already, hanging off one another and clinking their glasses in celebration.
Chris offered to order the captain a drink but was brushed off with a scowl. Wesker wasn’t one to drink, he only did so in fancy dinner function situations, even then he’d only down one glass of wine to keep company quiet. He spent the first part of his evening with both Jill and Rebecca, entertaining small talk that didn’t make him feel like putting his head through the nearest brick wall. Their company was fine, nothing special but far from unpleasant, their chatting lasted about half an hour until Jill got dragged into a round of pool by Brad, Rebecca following along as a spectator, clinging to Jill more with each drink she downed.
Once the girls left him to his own devices, Wesker noticed Leon in the corner, sat in a booth talking to Forest, their little corner of the bar several decibels quieter than anywhere else. Wesker made his way over to them, Leon’s face lighting up immediately when he saw the older man coming their way. Forest on the other hand looked nervous, scared even. Him and Wesker hadn’t really spoken much, they weren’t strangers but they tended to exist outside one another bubbles, it seemed the alpha team captain seemed to intimidate the other significantly.
Before Wesker could even sit down, Forest excused himself, taking his drink and heading back over to sit at the bar besides another bravo team member that Wesker couldn’t quite determine his identity from the back of his head. This left Wesker and Leon alone in the booth, a situation he’d rather not find himself in from dread of their cohort seeing them together in a light they’d be sure to tease them about later. The thought of that jammed itself into Wesker’s neck like a stabbing pain.
“Hi.”
“Hello, rookie.”
Leon seemed sheepish, his voice low for their environment and his eyes failed to rest on any part of Wesker, just roaming around the room and taking in the decorations rather than the button up that the older man had chosen for the evening. Wesker’s own eyes travelled the other man, taking in the dark blue casual button up and black cargo pants he’d chosen himself. The glass on the table between the pair was nearly empty, the longer Wesker eyed it off and took in the scent of the area, he concluded it was just water in the glass. “Not drinking?”
Leon shook his head, his attention being brought to the glass and the bridge of Wesker’s sunglasses. “No, I’m not really a drinker. I’d rather remember the times we spent together.” He mused with a chuckle, placing his hands around the glass. Small talk was a bit awkward to start, once it started flowing though they fell into a comfortable conversation, something about the news, the weather and local restaurants. It felt oddly natural. Eventually, they just sat in silence, both with an iced glass of water with a lemon slice that Wesker had summoned a bar hand to gather for them.
Time passed, not unpleasant, every now and again someone else would come to socialise with the men then head off again, almost taking it in turns. The night drew on and a few people, namely Barry who had a wife and kids to return home to and Brad who simply was far too much of a goody two shoes to stay out any later than 8pm, headed home for the evening. Neither Wesker nor Leon had moved from their spots in the booth, just amusing one another or watching the others and whatever antics they were up to.
Eventually, Leon spoke up. His face was far more flushed than earlier and he was staring at the glass on the table like it held the answers to life's most important questions. “Captain?”
Wesker’s eyebrow raised as the rookie’s voice quivered. “Yes, Leon?” He looked over him, admiring the pink dusting on his cheeks, a soft smile curving the edge of his own lips.
“I’m-” He paused to ponder his choice of words for a moment. “Tired- No.” Each word hung on the tip of his tongue, not quite the right word as he stuttered out several more attempts at conveying what he really meant. “Bored.” He seemed to gather himself a bit more now, gaze coming to settle on Wesker’s face now, slightly intense but determined. Cute. Very cute. What he had to say next though caught the older off guard. “Come home with me?”
He stopped to blink for a moment. He knew exactly what was being implied. Leon wasn’t usually the one to initiate this, in all honesty the boldness was a bit of a turn on. Although, watching him shrink back to his previous stature, the redness on his cheeks flooding his face to the tips of his ears was far hotter. “That was awfully bold of you, Kennedy.” Wesker’s voice was hushed, only to be heard by Leon, the volume and tone was much more rough than his usual speaking manners. “You want to be fucked, is that it?” The smirk that graces Wesker’s lips was toothy, a little cunning. He leant further, voice confining itself to their little bubble. “You want my cock so far up your ass you can feel it in your throat? You want me to dirty your bedsheets with my cum spilling from your ass?”
Leon just receded further back into himself, cock hardening rapidly and straining against his pants. A nod came from him as he looked down at his own lap, a mouthed ‘yes sir’ accompanying. For a moment, he forgot where they even were, lost in the stern hush of Wesker’s dirty talk. Just how cute Leon was made Wesker forget about everything else, all his worries from the day washing away as his whole world orbited around the younger blonde.
Wesker rose from the booth, stepping to the side as he expectantly waited for Leon to also leave. “Come on then. You lead.”
The drive to Leon’s apartment was nice, quiet but pleasant. Leon had to put all his effort into driving them there in one piece rather than losing his mind over the fact that the captain he had feelings he didn’t dare speak of was sitting in his car beside him. Honestly, the fact they were both stone cold sober made this worse, there wasn’t any haze, no slight tingle in his fingertips, they’d remember everything. Hopefully the other’s wouldn’t if they saw them leave together.
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Leon fumbled opening the door, tossing his jacket over the coat rack and moving so Wesker could do the same. He took a few steps, gesturing over the small apartment and explaining what each room was. It was certainly small but it was homey, it smelt like Leon too. There was a small kitchen to the side, attached to the living room they were currently standing in, a small egress held two doors, one to Leon’s bedroom and the other to the bathroom. Simple enough to remember. Wesker’s attention drew back to Leon who was hadn’t moved from his initial spot, frozen in place as it seemed the reality of the whole situation was crashing down on him. Similar was starting to wash over Wesker, his own fight or flight tingling in the back of his mind. This was intimate. Far too intimate. He didn’t want to think about this right now.
Picture frames on the walls rattled as Wesker pushed Leon against it, the smaller boys blue eyes wide and bright against his red face, pupils dilated as he stared fondly at the other man now holding him against the wall. There were no words between them, only Wesker’s warm lips against the others, his knee jamming between the others legs as he ground it into his cock. A soft groan came from Leon, hips chasing more of that gorgeous friction. He was in heaven already, mind clouding immediately from the roughness. He pressed himself further into Wesker, grasping at his sides, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt as the older's tongue slipped into his mouth like he owned it, taking in every piece of him.
A string of spit and Leon’s death grip held them together as they parted, Leon breathing hot and heavy, garbles pleas overflowing from his mouth. “Please- Please Captain.” It was as if he was an animal in heat, a dire need that had to be sated pooling in his stomach as his cock was so hard it ached. “Please-”
“Please what?” The blonde towered above him, his gaze below his sunglasses almost condescending as he watched the smaller man beg and cry. They both knew exactly what he wanted, something about Wesker just wanted to hear him say it.
Another louder whine came from Leon as he teetered on his tiptoes, pressing his chest into the other mans, as close to him as he humanly could be without one of them being quite literally inside the other. “Please fuck me. Please, please please-” The begging got more nonsensical as he went, pressing desperate kisses up Wesker’s exposed neck and what parts of his chest he could access. There was nothing hotter than how worked up he’d gotten from some dirty talk at the bar, it made Wesker’s gears turn.
“God,” Wesker picked Leon up roughly, nothing romantic or sappy about it, just manhandling him by the shirt until he was tossed over his own perfectly made bed. “So needy.” For once, Wesker took his sunglasses off, leaving them on the beside table before crawling over the rookie. Leon looked like he’d seen god, pupils dilating to the point you could barely see the glinting blue surrounding them. This was the first time he’d seen Wesker’s eyes without his sunglasses, and they were gorgeous. A deeper blue than his own, like pools he could swim in for hours, he felt lost in them, just staring with nothing but amazement.
“Your eyes-” Leon started to ramble, quickly silenced by an abrupt kiss. The older man got handsy now, hands prying at the buttons on Leon’s shirt until they were all pulled apart, managing to squirm the fabric out from beneath him and toss it on the floor. Leon’s hands just fumbled around at Wesker’s shirt, not half the skill Wesker had at prying his off, he tried though, grasping at the buttons and managing to get a couple but ultimately falling several buttons short. Wesker shifted now, drawing away from the other and straddling his lap as he removed his own shirt. He also stared at the man below him, taking it all in. He hadn’t seen him shirtless either before and the sight was scratching at his brain.
Wesker took the lead as usual, hand roaming to the other’s waistband as he unbuttoned his pants and wriggled Leon free from them and tried not to think so hard about his subordinates naked body beneath him. His cock was at full attention, red at the top from being so worked up and ignored, twitching just from looking at Wesker. Taking it in his grasp, he pumped it gently, already pulling a long sigh from Leon. “Is this what you wanted?” There was a soft whimper in response, a squirm from beneath him, Leon’s body craving more, chasing the stimulation he hungered for. His hips bucked up with a shudder, Wesker’s grip tightening around his cock. Leon just mewled at the sensation, looking up at Wesker with wide blue eyes.
His actions were slow and sure, steady in his stroking as he kissed Leon again, they never kissed this much when they had sex, hell, had they even kissed before or was it all in Leon’s imagination? He wasn’t sure anymore. At least he could be sure about the fist gripping his cock right now, coaxing pleasure from him and tugging the heat from his stomach. “Cap-Captain-” The rookie’s hands fumbled in the air, grasping only in the older’s general direction. Wesker gazed at him, eyes hungry as he peered from the corner of them inquisitively. ”Please.” Leon begged, voice wavering already, whining like he’d been strung on for hours already. Wesker teased his cock until he almost cried, bringing him right to the edge but not letting him spill, incoherent gasps and whine coming from Leon as he almost- almost- came.
Wesker sat back for a moment to admire his handy work, the sweat coating the others body shimmering in the lamp’s light. The feelings of guilt tugged at Wesker again, for a split second. He shook them off this time, immediately. He would not be torn asunder, not here, not now. He took another second to admire Leon and the way he writhed against the sheets, the cutest thing Wesker had ever laid his eyes on. Leon still looked at him with these needy eyes, glazed over and yearning for the older man.
Once Wesker was sure Leon wasn’t going to cum the instant he touched him again, he caressed Leon’s cheek for a second, feeling the body press into his touch before slipping two of his fingers inside his mouth. Leon’s tongue ran against them for a second, immediately at attention, caressing the digits before sucking on them gently. The sensation went straight to Wesker’s dick, pulsating in his pants. God he was good with his mouth, he wouldn’t lie. Swirling his fingers around the other’s mouth, Wesker gathered a significant amount of spit on his fingers before drawing them away and pressing them against Leon’s rear. He nearly yelped, spreading his legs instinctively so the other could get a good look at his pink, puckered asshole.
Using the spit as lube, Wesker pressed his index finger in, down to the second knuckle before easing him down to the third. He was surprisingly gentle in the moment, more gentle than their first time, more gentle than most men handled the young man. His middle finger joined now, coaxing itself down to the base before scissoring them apart, Wesker drank in the noises that spilled from Leon, whimpers as he grasped the bed sheets and gasps as Wesker’s fingers spread apart inside him, pushing against his walls in a delectable stretch. He pumped them until Leon begged pathetically again, begging him to stop teasing him, begging him to fill him with something more, begging to fill him with him.
Who was Wesker to not oblige?
He pulled away and stepped to the side, unbuckling his belt with a clink and dropping his pants to the floor, taking his sweet time to remove his underwear. They were both stark naked now, a sight neither of them had seen of the other, this wasn’t the time to bask in it though. Wesker sat on the end of the bed again, moving between Leon’s legs again. The younger lifted them out of his way, pressing them against his chest and peering at Wesker around his knees, admiring him with far more adoration than he’d ever shown before, soft eyes and rosy cheeks. The older stroked himself for a moment, lathering his own spit onto his cock until it shone. “Ready?”
Leon nodded, somewhere between overwhelming enthusiasm and a shyness that could eat him whole from seeing his captain naked. Wesker lined up and pressed inside, Leon’s knuckles turning as white as the sheets he gripped. Wesker pressed to the base, soaking in the younger’s tightness. No matter how many times they did this he felt fucking amazing around him, warm, tight, responsive, and something else he couldn’t quite name. “God, you're so fucking tight.”
He brought himself to a steady rhythm, Leon’s moans and whines matching as he was thrust into. They fell into a fast, sharp and steady rhythm, Wesker’s hips clashing against Leon’s with loud slaps. Leon’s moans were louder though, the small apartment made the sounds bounce off the walls tenfold and there would surely be a noise complaint from some angry neighbours in the morning. Wesker took full advantage of Leon’s knees being pulled away, moving over him and pressing them into a proper mating press as he rammed him from behind. He was surprised how well Leon was taking him, despite being already brought to the brink he was just mumbling and muttering Wesker’s praise under his moans, soft ‘you’re amazing’ ‘harder’ with each beg granting him his requests.
Their bodies were shuddering now, the limits of both their stamina starting to overwhelm them now. Leon’s hands grasped at Wesker until they wrapped around his neck, soft kisses littering up his neck like he’d die if he didn’t shower the older with affection. Wesker’s own grunts were audible now, exasperated but enjoying himself, right on the brink, both of them teetering on the edge of pleasure. Wesker muttered himself now, a few ‘good boy’s fluttering against his skin. Their grasps around one another tightened, Wesker’s arms slipping behind the other’s back, pulling him close. “Captain- please-”
“Good boy, come on,” Their words bordered on gasped nonsense between them, praise and dirty words as they reached their highs, slapping and shuddering as Wesker’s nails dug into the flesh of Leon’s back and his into Wesker’s in turn. “Cum for me, good boy.”
One thrust.
Praise.
Another thrust.
Begging.
Another thrust.
“I love you.”
Shit.
Shit.
What had Albert just said?
“I love you too, A-!”
What had Leon just said?
Leon sounded like he was crying now, a strangled, gleeful and broken moan coming from him as he came all over his and Wesker’s stomachs his cock was jammed between, smearing the fluid between their bodies as Wesker kept thrusting. The captain wasn't far behind, holding Leon so close to his chest there would be bruises where his hands held him, cumming as deep as he possibly could into the rookie.
They slowly shuddered to a stop, panting and heavy breathing replacing their vocality from before. Leon wouldn't let go, grasping Wesker as he laid back, basking in the feelings of pleasure washing over him. Silence fell between them, comfortable but thick. Wesker eventually pried himself free, walking to bathroom and gathering a damp face towel, bringing it back to wipe both Leon and himself clean of their bodily fluids.
Finally, both of their heartbeats started to settle and slow, Leon on the brink of falling asleep, dragging Wesker into the bed beside him. “That was amazing.” Leon curled into the older's side, face nuzzled into his neck as his breath steadied out. The older grunted out an agreement and just held the other man close, feeling his pulse against the rise and fall of his chest. Something bit at Albert’s heart. Vicious. He longed to tear the feeling apart. Instead, he just held Leon close, a hand rubbing circles into his back as his high washed away and exertion finally sang him to sleep. He wasn’t far off sleep himself, soon drifting off to sleep with his chin resting atop the other’s hair.
The sunrise leaked through the blinds, strings of light glittering over the bed in a gorgeous red morning hue. It eventually cast over Leon’s eyes in a way he couldn’t ignore anymore and he started to stir. Eyes finally cracking open he looked over the other half of the bed, rubbing his eyes he realised there was no one next to him.
He sat up, still naked from the night before and looked around, his apartment felt suspiciously quiet
“Wesker?”
Silence.
The bathroom was empty, so were both his kitchen and living rooms. He was gone. Gone without a trace, like he’d never even been there.
Moving back to the side of his bed, Leon pulled out his phone, no notifications beside one email.
Right face, Wrong time, He's sweet
(but I don't wanna fall in love)
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Leon S. Kennedy/Albert Wesker
Explicit!!
Word Count: 2.7k
Tags: Office Sex, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Blow Jobs, Foot Riding, Semi-Public sex, kinda, Trying To Not Get Caught, Coming in Pants, Chris had no clue what's happening Literally in front of him, Himbo Leon, Smut, Shameless Smut, Smut with a little bit of plot, RE2 Leon, S.T.A.R.S. era Wesker, S.T.A.R.S. member Leon, Captain/Rookie relationship
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Other notes: Title is from from I Don't Want to Fall in Love by She Wants Revenge
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Leon's little crush on Captain Wesker is starting to eat away at him and he'd do anything just to spend more time with him, even turn up for work far earlier than any of his co workers. Surprisingly, this doesn't annoy his captain and instead they find it ample opportunity for some fun before the other members arrive for work.
Things don't overly go to plan and Leon still finds himself between the captain's legs and beneath his desk while the office is full.
Leon’s crush on his captain was certainly strange, but at this point it wasn’t unjustified. He wasn’t sure if his feelings were requited, he didn’t really care. He was the captain’s favourite pet and his cock down his throat was his favourite treat. He’d gotten to the office about 45 minutes early, he wasn’t really sure why, he wasn’t one to regularly turn up early, preferring to be more punctual. Captain Wesker was already in his office, door open for once, he was working on paperwork without a care in the world and hadn’t noticed anyone entering the main office.
“Good morning Captain.” Leon looked like a ray of sunshine with the way his smile beamed at Wesker as he stuck his head around the door frame. He was so much bubblier and alive than anyone else in S.T.A.R.S. His smile lit up a room and his cheerful, carefree aura was something the office severely lacked. Something about it initially rubbed Wesker up the wrong way, driving him insane with how he just didn’t quite get anything at first but just seemed happy to be here. How the hell this idiot got through police academy was beyond the older man, but now here he was, sitting at his desk looking at this human incarnate of a golden retriever who looked absolutely over the moon to see him. Something inside him was being tugged at.
Albert Wesker was never one too get attached to anyone, preferring to keep his distance from those around him. People too close meant vulnerability, meant people with their noses in the wrong places, sniffing around in his business where he didn't want them to. His walls were high and he didn't care let anyone breach them, he was happy to look a this little blonde thing from atop them though.
The older man lifted his head slightly and peered at Leon over his sunglasses. ”Good morning, Leon.” The rookie’s smile somehow got wider. “How are you?” The captain never asked anyone how they were, clearly favouring the young blonde compared to others on the team.
If Leon had a tail it would be wagging furiously right now, instead he just rocked slightly on his heels, cheeks turning a pale red. “I'm good, Captain, yourself?” Just how flustered he was from a simple exchange wasn't something he was willing to unpack right now, it was quite blatant to himself and the captain what his feelings were either way. He hoped. Or dreaded. He wasn't overly sure. When he thought about it, he wasn't actually sure if the Captain did realise, did Wesker think about others feelings that much? Or did he just float through his day without a concern about how others felt? Was it obvious why Leon's knees buckled when his eyes lingered on him for a little too long? Or why his cock twitched in his pants the longer he stood in this doorway, their eyes locked on one another.
Wesker's eyes lingered far too long on the rookie, on all of him, head to toe, taking it all in. Despite being early, Leon hadn't brushed his hair well when he left the house, little blonde locks sticking up in every direction on the back of his head. His shirt collar was also caught under his bag, the fabric crumpled under the weight. His pants on the other hand were ironed perfectly, presumably done the night before and left hanging with ample space to not wrinkle the legs. It was tragic how wrinkled they became when they were around his ankles beneath him. Wesker was brought back to earth as his title fell from Leon's mouth inquisitively, his eyes following back to the rookie's blue ones as he cleared his throat. “I'm fine thank you. Attending to some excess paperwork.”
The air between them was light, more casual than it would be with anyone else. Leon moved inside the doorway, placing his backpack and jacket in the corner of the room before approaching the edge of Wesker's desk, peering over at the paperwork but not making a lick of sense of any of. Despite this, he was still eager to please. “Can I help with any of it?”
Wesker didn't mean to look at him with such a degrading look. Genuinely baffled to how this rookie thought he'd be able to help with any part of his paperwork, he was surprised he could even do his own without messing it up in several places. “No, Leon, you cannot.” The older man stared at the youngers hands resting on the edge of his dark wooden desk his mind wandering in obscene ways he wouldn't dare disclose with anyone outside of his room. Lost in his own thought, his eyes flickered over to the clock on his wall, ticking away quietly with every passing second. They still had about half an hour before anyone else showed up, providing they were on time rather than early like someone else. Half an hour was all they needed. “Actually, you can help me with something.”
The younger looked perplexed, but his full attention immediately went to the captain as he was beckoned over by a wagging finger. “Yes sir?” He stood right by his side now, close enough he could smell the captains cologne. The air between them felt more charged than before, thicker and… different. Leon couldn't quite place his finger on it, couldn't quite read what the captain was thinking.
“Down.”
“Down?”
“Down.”
What was being requested of him was still a little vague and unclear, but Leon knew exactly what he wanted this down to mean. He dropped to his knees beside the older man, peering up at him with blue eyes through long, black eyelashes. He looked gorgeous batting those eyelashes, eager to serve with his hands on his knees. Wesker took a moment to run his leather gloved hand through the blondes locks, doing nothing but admiring him. A moment after he nudged his thigh with his foot, urging him underneath his desk. “Under. Just in case anyone comes in early.”
Leon did as he was told, as he usually did, a good, obedient rookie. It was a tight fit beneath the desk with Leon's height, but his place between the others knees felt perfect. It finally clicked in Leon’s head properly, he wasn’t imagining this, his mind wasn’t being overactive, it wasn’t wishful thinking, he was between this mans legs for all the reasons he wanted to be. The rookie was nearly salivating at the bulge in Wesker’s pants, anticipation rising with his own arousal as he placed his hands on Wesker’s ankles, holding him so tenderly as his nails dug into the fabric of his work pants. He was admired and adored down there, his eagerness appreciated and valued. This felt like a reward, maybe it was one for being so early, or maybe it was just Leon’s need for the older man clouding his thoughts.
The rattle of Wesker’s belt being undone was louder than it should be in the empty office, the hissing of the zipper running right down Leon’s spine as he watched the button pop out of place, exposing Wesker’s expectedly plain, black cotton underwear. Leon was too eager, shifting to palm at the fabric before being knocked back to his rear by Wesker’s boot. “Wait. You’re acting like an impatient animal.” The older pried his cock from his underwear, it looked even bigger than usual from where Leon was sitting, he couldn’t wait to get his lips around it. Wesker pumped it slowly a few times, leather gloves running along it a tantalising sight.
Time was passing faster than either of them expected, their half an hour free rapidly dwindling down to a few minutes off of 15, people would start filtering in sooner rather than later.
The rookie whined softly at the sight, watching Wesker’s hand pry a drop of precum from himself, the veins in the underside of his cock prominent and wanting. Wesker peered at Leon beneath his glasses, smiling with a chuckle as he removed his hand, wiping it off on his pants. “Help yourself.” Leon nearly pounced on it, tongue trailing up the side as Wesker’s attention drew back to his paperwork, acting as if there was nothing suspicious going on beneath his desk. The rookie took his time, licking slowly at the cock presented to him before wrapping his lips around it and suckling gently, taking nothing more than the very tip of it into his mouth. He lapped and prodded at it, running the tip of his tongue along the slit, lapping up any remnants of precum smeared across it. Salty, but in the pleasant way that he loved against his tongue, like salted caramel.
His own cock strained against his pants, he didn’t dare touch it though, just bucking his hips against air every few seconds in a futile attempt to chase any possible friction besides the crotch seam of his uniform. He kept lapping away, taking more of Wesker’s hardness into his mouth when he seemed to get fidgety, pleasing him, keeping him on his toes, giving him just enough so he didn’t come undone. Yet.
The head of Wesker’s cock hadn’t even hit the back of Leon’s throat before the office door opened, heavy boots coming through followed by several sets of lighter ones and borderline obnoxious chatter. The sound made Leon’s body grow rigid, oh god he was going to get caught under his superiors desk sucking his cock. The sounds outside continued, shuffling around, heavy bags dropping on tables with what sounded like a large amount of gear following. Leon stayed focused, tried to block out the noise, keep his soft lips wrapped around the captain’s dick, his cheeks hollowed around it, attempting to keep any of his own noise to a minimum. After another what Leon could only assume was about 25 minutes, the noises settled down. Leon kept working on the other, pushing himself all the way down now, mouth full of the captain’s cock as he bottomed down as far as he could, his tip pressing into the back of his throat. It was glorious.
A set of footsteps came back, the heavier ones, hard against the floorboards until they were in the doorframe to the captain’s smaller office. “Mornin’ Cap.”
“Good morning, Redfield.” For someone getting his soul sucked out via his cock, he sounded perfectly stern, nothing out of the usual. If anything he had an edge to him that wasn’t usually there, nothing too bad he couldn’t just blame it on the early morning or the stack of paperwork if questioned. “What do you want?”
Chris glanced around, thankfully not looking too hard at anything and not noticing the rookie’s bag in the corner. “We have field drills today, yeah?” Wesker confirmed his question, answer short and stern, but not out of character. “Thought so. Where’s Leon? He’s the only one we’re waiting for and he’s nearly 20 minutes late.”
“Did you not get my message?” A complete lie rolled from the captain’s mouth, quick to cover up what was happening. “Leon won’t be in today, he’s unwell or something.” Leon stayed quiet but kept sucking him, the thrill of being caught causing his own arousal to grow sharply, his own erection pressing harder into his pants.
Chris looked skeptical at best, pulling his phone out and checking it. Not a message sat in his inbox but he wasn’t one to argue back with his captain. “Alright. Am I clear to get the team on the move then? You’re coming, right?” Wesker stilled slightly. The fact he was meant to actually take his teams out on these training drills has escaped his mind amongst everything else going on. Leon pushed himself right down on his cock, choking silently as his gag reflex contracted his muscle around him, just enough movement to make the captain jolt slightly, hopefully a movement that Chris didn’t notice. The way Leon pushed himself earnt a toe shoving at his leg, pushing between until it was pressed against his cock roughly, a warning and a reward all at the same time. Wesker was on the edge now, coming to the cusp of his own pleasure with Leon going down on him like his life depended on it.
Wesker cleared his throat, staring straight through the brunette leaning against the doorframe. “Not today. Take it as your vice captain training, you can handle them yourself.” He didn’t leave any room for arguments, he wanted Chris out of his sight before he bust down Leon’s throat which was growing harder and harder to not do with each passing second with the convulsing throat wrapped around his dick and the hips now grinding against his boot. “You’ll take both Alpha and Bravo teams out. Any questions?” A false question closed the conversation that Wesker didn’t wish to be having right now.
“Actually, yeah,” Wesker should have known he couldn’t drop Redfield quite that easily. “If you’re staying here who’s playing vice cap?” The blonde pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly done with Chris and his antics. He couldn’t hold himself together for much longer, thighs starting to quake as Leon started playing with his balls gently, massaging them in his palm. Cheeky shit. He’d need to be reprimanded for this later, there wasn’t anything he could do about it right now.
He poked his toe into Leon’s crotch, prodding hard enough to signal the issue he was causing, but he never let up. “Marini will be your second, he is more than capable.” His speech faltered slightly, his glare fogged over as he grew too close to his release. Wesker stared at the paperwork on his desk now, wishing not to have Redfield’s face in his mind while he teetered on the edge.
“Is that all?” It wasn’t. Chris dribbled out some other bullshit question that Wesker could barely follow, the nonconsensual game of 20 questions going back and forth as Wesker’s mind clouded over. Short, sharp answers were all Chris could get from the captain as he came down Leon’s throat. Hard. It took every piece of his willpower to stop his body from shaking, his hips seizing as he tried to not buck them as he was milked dry. He couldn’t keep it together anymore, Chris’ voice now made him feel as if his brain was going through a cheese grater.
“That’s enough. You’ll be fine. Get out of my office.” Chris just stood there for a moment, blinking at the captain who wouldn’t even look at him now, puzzled by where the attitude came from. He just shrugged and said his goodbyes, leaving the tiny office. The young mans voice boomed through the office as he gathered both teams and ushered them out the door to their field drills.
Silence fell across the office again as everyone headed out. Wesker muttered to himself, placing his pen down with a thud as he leant back in his chair, peering down at the blonde beneath his desk, straddling his foot with the most innocent look on his face, despite the cum dripping down his chin. “You made me cum while talking to him.”
“Did I?” He was too cute and innocent for his own good, even if he was a little bit of a brat at times. It pulled at Wesker’s heart in ways he didn’t want to acknowledge. He just placed his gloved hand atop the younger blonde’s head, ruffling his hair slightly with a soft pat.
His eyes wandered down, looking across Leon’s body and just how disheveled he looked. It was then his eyes settled on his crotch still pressed against him and the wet stain seeping through his pants. Clearly he’d had his own fun. “Good boy.” Leon just rubbed his cheek against the captains knee in response, a soft, happy whimper coming from him as he did so. “Go home before the other’s notice you are in fact here. And… Messy.”
There was an oddly fond smile settling on Wesker’s lips now as he put himself back together, tucking his cock away smoothing Leon’s hair back down from his ruffling. “Yes, sir.” Leon crawled his way out from the desk and gathering his gear. In an attempt to cover his own cum stain through his pants, he tied his jacket around his waist. He stopped in the doorway again, looking back at the captain with his own fondness plastered across his face like a fool. “See you tomorrow?”
Leon S. Kennedy/Albert Wesker
Explicit!!
Word Count: 2.5k
Tags: Rebecca Chambers is almost a cockblock, Office sex, Cockwarming, Anal sex, Mating press, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut, Rookie/Captain relationship, Shameless Smut, Re2 Leon, S.T.A.R.S. era Wesker, S.T.A.R.S. member Leon
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Other notes: Title is from from Monologue by She Wants Revenge
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Sending everyone in the office home early wasn't something Albert Wesker did out of love and care for his team members, but it was something he'd do when the hardness in his pants from looking at his cute blonde rookie got too much to ignore.
Leon questioned if everyone knew what had happened between the captain and the rookie just a couple of weeks ago or if everyone was none the wiser. Either way if they did know it wasn't as if it was going to stop it from happening again.
(This work is part of a series but can be read standalone!)
Wesker’s stern call for his teams attention echoed through the office, every sound immediately ceasing as the S.T.A.R.S. office fell into utter silence. Every head turned to face their captains quarters, looking at the man occupying the doorway. “Kennedy.” All eyes diverted to the blonde rookie at his desk, a young man who looked like a deer in headlights, eyes wide as his body became rigid. Leon S. Kennedy. Stared at the captain with his mouth agape and cheeks flushing with every set of eyes in the room on him.
Leon questioned if everyone knew what had happened between the captain and the rookie just a couple of weeks ago, or if the captain finally came to and regretted everything. They’d barely spoken in the time between, just going about their lives with brief glances in each others direction every now and again. He felt like everyone could see all his secrets, seeing straight through him as if he were made of glass. His mind kept racing as Wesker’s shoe tapped on the floor impatiently, eventually snapping Leon’s attention to the older man. “Yes, Captain Wesker?”
“My office, now. Everyone else, you’re done for the day.” Everyone continued to sit in their stunned silence, exchanging confused, questioning glances. Wesker wasn’t one to give early marks, even if it was already late afternoon and they’d only be leaving an hour early. “What are you all sitting there for? Go. Get out.” At this point no one dared arguing, the entire staff gathering their belongings and making their way out before he dared changed his mind. Leon still sat in his desk during the flurry of movement, only approaching Wesker’s office when the room was empty.
Locking the door behind him, Leon sat where he was instructed to, in the seat across the other side of Wesker’s desk. it felt as if the walls were closing in on Lean, the air hung thick between them, almost suffocating to breathe in. Wesker turned slowly in his chair, his gaze looking over Leon in his S.T.A.R.S. uniform, minus the field gear. The silence was just settling in as Leon started to fidget, eyes struggling to find somewhere to settle.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
“What? No, I haven’t.” Leon was fast to respond, perhaps too fast. His eyes widened like he’d be accused of first degree murder instead of avoiding his superior. In truth, he hadn’t been avoiding him at all, he just didn’t know what to say or when and the man intimidated him to the core. The older blonde’s eyebrow just raised at his refute.
“Really? You look as if you’re about ready to jump out of your skin, Kennedy.” Wesker’s gaze was unwavering, locked on to Leon’s own through his sunglasses. His composure was rigid, held together with every ounce of his pride. He cleared his throat before peering over the top of his glasses, his sharp blue eyes settling on Leon’s soft blue ones. “If you’re not avoiding me then you’d have no issue coming over here.” As Wesker spoke, he gestured to the floor directly next to his seat.
Leon’s eyes flickered between where Wesker was pointing and his face, checking for any lack of certainty, or if the order was possibly a joke instead. Nothing wavered. He rose from his seat and made his way to beside his captain, breath hitching as he got closer.
The older man swiveled his chair around to face the younger, arms resting on either arm rest as he gestured to his lap. “Sit.”
Leon looked as if he’d been shot. “On your la-”
“Lap. Yes. How hard is it to understand?”
It was only then did Leon’s eyes wander down to the older man’s crotch properly, the bulge of his large, hardened cock clearly visible in his work pants.
And then everything made sense. Albert Wesker never sent anyone home early out of the goodness of his heart, but apparently he did out of the hardness in his pants.
A spark of arousal sizzled through Leon himself, his memories of their last encounter flickering through his mind. The rookie did as he was told, clumsily straddling the captain’s thighs in his office chair in his personal office, a position Leon never thought he’d find himself in. Wesker’s large hands made their way onto Leon’s hips, settling as he rubbed circles into his hip bones with his thumbs. “Good boy. You’re so good at following orders.”
Praise from Wesker hit differently, his own cock twitching softly in his pants. “Thank you, sir.” His voice was already shakier than it should be, purely from being perched on the other’s erection. It was nice, oddly soft, but nice. Wesker’s hips rocked slightly beneath him, a small huff coming from him as he slowly worked himself up further. His gaze shifted to over Leon’s shoulder, staring out the blinds and through the slits.
Someone was still in the office. Someone Albert couldn’t quite make out from the small gap. It wasn’t Redfield nor Valentine, their desks both close enough to his office he’d be able to determine if it was one of those two. For the opposite reason it wasn’t Burton or Speyer, their desks too far away. His movements stilled for a moment as he focused, finally making out the figure of Rebecca Chambers still in the general office space. Chambers was another rookie, one who had the need to finish every single piece of work she had to do before she left for the day. Fuck. His office may have had blinds but it sure as hell wasn’t sound proof. Hopefully she’d be leaving soon. But for now, Albert had no intentions of letting Leon leave just yet. Thinking of the younger man, his gaze had now relocated to follow Wesker’s.
Just as the younger was about to pipe up to say something, the captain spoke first. “Leon. I have some paperwork to tend to.” Leon nodded, a bit confused as Albert shifted his entire body beneath him, unbuckling his belt. “Up, take your pants off.” Leon clambered to his feet, still confused but glad to obey, he wasn’t one to question his Captain or the massive, hard cock that now laid between his thighs. The rookie didn’t even realise he was staring at it, what was next? Drooling? He wasn’t far off it.
Wesker pumped his hand along it a couple of times as he watched Leon strip his pants, it was no kind of a strip show but watching him undress in a rush was nothing less than a turn on. Precum slowly leaked from the top, teased down the side of his length with his thumb, the shining slick glistening in the office light. Leon stood before him, watching with keen eyes. He had full expectations of getting on his knees before his captain right now, lapping at his hard-on with vigour. His illusion was disintegrated when a ‘sit’ command was issued. He sat in shock for a moment until Wesker patted his lap impatiently.
Leon placed himself back over Wesker’s lap, the older’s hands holding him to hover just above his lap. “Steady.” Leon hissed a breath in through his gritted teeth as he was slowly guided down Wesker’s length. He fitted, they’d already tested that, but with no preparation, it stung enough to prick tears at the edge of Leon’s eyes. A hushed grunt came from Wesker when Leon was fully seated on his lap again, his cock snuggly inside the younger man. “Good. Stay there, keep it down.” The younger wrapped his arms around the other tightly as the older shifted his seat back to his desk.
Huh. He was fully intending on finishing his paperwork while buried balls deep inside his subordinate.
Holy shit was he being paid to be curled up to his Captain while being filled by his cock? Nice.
Wesker did nothing to stimulate either men, just got comfortable and reached around Leon to continue doing his paperwork. it was uncomfortable, but it was far from comfortable at the same time. Leon’s rear was still stinging with pain from the lack of prep and his knees were digging into the armrests on the seat. He was to make the most of it though, and without questioning anything else to do with the situation, he just rest his head on the other’s shoulder. The pair stayed like that for a good while, long enough that Leon nearly dozed off once the pain in his ass subsided. Every now and again Wesker would shift his hips, a soft buck inside the young man, just enough to keep himself hard.
Eventually there was a knock at the office door. Leon’s entire body went rigid, his ass clamping around Wesker’s cock and earning him a groan between his teeth followed by a snapped ‘shh’. Leon had never been more thankful a locked door in his life. Did Rebecca know he was in here? Did she maybe think he left? He had so many unanswered questions.
“Captain Wesker?” Rebecca’s voice was light and friendly, tinted with timidness as she stood on the other side of the door.
“Yes?” Albert’s response was short and to the point, not quite snappy but it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for chit chat.
“I just wanted to let you know I’ve finished up for the day and I’m heading home.”
Albert wasn’t quite sure why he was being told this instead of the young girl just leaving like everyone else did, she had nothing of importance to report to him. “Very well, thank you Miss Chambers.”
Her voice was higher than before, clearly preening. “Thank you Captain, have a good night!”
“Likewise.” Wesker shifted his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. Leon barely moved, still resting against the other’s chest.
The outer door clicked and latched closed, Rebecca’s footsteps disappearing down the hallway. Finally, some peace.
Leon barely stirred before Wesker’s hands were gripping his hips and forcefully pulling him up and off of his own cock, only to place him roughly on his desk. “Finally. I didn’t expect anyone to hang around. What a nuisance.” The younger just looked stunned, sitting on the desk with his whole lower half completely bare, eyes now staring at Wesker’s cock from the opening of his pants, his own cock twitching as it came back to erection as it had grown soft while he was so relaxed being filled completely by the Captain. He didn’t realise just how much he was enjoying being filled until he was empty, his ass contracting and adapting back to the emptiness.
Wesker rose from his seat, towering over the younger man as he pressed his chest to lay him down into the table. What a sight. He just stood, looking over him, uniform shirt leading into bare skin, his eyes sharp behind his sunglasses.
“Captain?” His eyes travelled to the other’s face as he spoke, his expression sketched out with need and want, eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at the older with wide blue eyes, framed by his blonde hair strewn about from laying back and being nestled on Wesker’s shoulder for so long. ”Please.”
“Please what?”
The whine that came from the rookie was charming, something Wesker hoped to hear over and over in his lifetime. “Please fuck me.” God he was pathetic.
Wesker took his time to spit on his cock and lather it along the length before lining it up to Leon’s perfect pink asshole. “Good boy.” With the last word he pushed inside, earning him the most pitiful and gorgeous moan, strewn out for the entire torturous time he slowly inserted himself. Leon’s toes curled as Wesker bottomed out, relishing in the full, fitting feeling for a moment. When the older moved he wasn’t gentle nor slow, his pace picking up until he fell into a smooth rhythm, the sounds of skin on skin clashing filling the office and mixing with Leon’s groans and moans. Wesker watched Leon more intensely than usual, taking in every crease in the young mans face and it screwed up with every thrust, watching the slither of drool slip from the corner of his lips as his eyes squeezed shut, his pleasured wails growing louder and sloppier as he grew closer. The rookie’s cock bounced with each thrust, precum smearing onto his stomach when it touched, leaving small stamped spots behind.
His fingers almost left bruises on the younger’s thighs as he bent them into his chest, crumpling him into a mating press that made him practically scream with every thrust, clashing directly into his prostate, his hands gripping into the dark wooded desk as if his life depended on it. Wesker would most certainly need to review the footage from his office camera for… Reasons. After this, just to view the piece of artwork this boy was from a different angle.
“I’m- Captain-” Breathy and needy, Leon’s eyes watered as he looked up at Wesker, completely helpless as his knees almost clattered with his jaw with the way he was bent. “Sir- Close-” He barely made any sense, prattling on little warnings as Wesker ploughed him home. Leon came with a squeal, his cum shot so strong it layered up his chest, soiling his pushed up work shirt, each spurt shorter as he coated his uncovered stomach and pelvis with his own release. The older blonde wasn’t far behind, gripping Leon’s feet to push his legs back at far as they could possibly bend, a position that would surely hurt in the morning, as he pressed himself inside to his balls. His own load was large, a small amount dribbling from Leon as he pulled out and his legs returned to a much more usual position.
Only the sound of the pair panting filled the room as they came down from their highs. Wesker composed himself far faster, wiping his cock on Leon’s thigh and tucking his appendage back into his pants and straightening out his uniform. His hair though didn’t recover, a few strands loose and dangling in his face and a part of the back sticking up uncharacteristically.
Leon on the other hand was a complete wreck and looked the part. He’d sat up now but Wesker’s cum just leaked from his asshole onto the desk, his hair was sweaty and sticking up in nearly every direction and his own cum was going to leave a stain on his shirt. Wesker handed him his pants and a handful of tissues “Clean yourself up, it’ll be bas enough trying to get past front desk with the mess on your shirt. Do not make your rear match it.” Leon just chuckled as he clumsily cleaned himself up, starting small talk that was only answered with short remarks and grunts. It didn’t bother him, it was shocking that he was able to walk let alone form comprehensible sentences. He was uneasy on his feet and his joins ached from being bent but he’d live.
They said their goodnights and parted ways, Leon leaving several minutes before the captain in attempts to lessen suspicion. Despite this, there was front desk gossip about the suspicious stain on his shirt and his wobbled limp for a few weeks afterwards.
Leon S. Kennedy/Ethan Winters
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Word Count: 3.2k
Tags:Smut, Lingerie, Oral Fixation, Blowjobs, Rimming, Clothed Sex, technically, Anal Sex, Bottom Ethan Winters, Top Leon S. Kennedy, Porn With Plot
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Other notes: Title is from from the album Valleyheart by She Wants Revenge
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Ethan seems overly anxious during his and Leon's romantic anniversary dinner. Leon has no clue why and it's starting to play on his mind a bit much for his comfort and Ethan refuses to explain what's bothering him.
Turns out Leon's present was far from something he'd ever expect and his boyfriend looks perfect in baby pink lingerie.
Dinner felt… Off. The candles flickered away in the center of the table and the scent of the roses wasn’t overpowering, just a nice layer beneath the scent of dinner. Even if romantic candlelit dinners weren’t something the couple usually did, they tried to make an effort for their anniversary. Leon was enjoying himself, it still felt weird but he found no hinderance to his overall comfort. Ethan on the other hand, his body was rigid and he’d barely spoken all night, only really responding when Leon asked him a question or started a conversation. His eyes darted around the table nervously, his composure seeming to grow even more panicked when Leon gave him his gift, surely the leatherbound planner wasn’t causing the fuss.
Leon observed for another 5 or so minutes before deciding it was time to say something, he was getting quite concerned.
“Ethan?” The sound of his own name shocked the blonde so bad his knee hit the underside of the table, shaking the plates atop it. “Are you okay?”
The breath Ethan took was audible from across the table as he composed himself. “Yeah, yeah. Just thinking.”
Leon knew Ethan was one to overthink things, his own thoughts often causing a storm in his mind. A storm that grew so much worse when Rose was away, even with Chris just looking after her for the night so the pair could have some alone time for once. Leon loved Rose as much as a child he’d helped conceive himself, but her toddler years were certainly something. She talked non stop and had a question for every situation, her energy levels were something to compete with Leon in his teen years. He could barely keep up with the young girl but he wouldn’t have it any other way. The older man reached his hand across the table, taking Ethan’s gently and running his thumb along the side, relieved when the other didn’t pull away. “Ethan, Rose will be fine, you know how much she loves Chris.”
A second barely passed before Ethan intercepted. “It’s not that, I know she’s okay with him, he’s great for her, that’s not what’s on my mind.”
“Then what is?” He didn’t mean to snap, he wasn’t angry, just worried, the fact that he knew something was on Ethan’s mind was going to eat away at his own.
The blonde shook his head gently. “Just something to do with your present, don’t worry about it.” He moved his hand to overlap Leon’s now, giving it a firm squeeze to ground himself too. “Please.”
Leon agreed and left it at that. His partner had mentioned earlier that he had something bigger planned for him and it wouldn’t be ready until after dinner and that was okay with Leon, he’d agreed to do the dishes afterwards while Ethan got whatever it was ready. He was excited, he wouldn’t lie, the curiosity was eating away at him and he had a thousand questions running in his mind. Perhaps Rose’s own curiosity was rubbing off on him. He chuckled to himself at that thought and went back to eating dinner, a comfortable silence settling between the pair, even if Ethan was starting to look like he could crawl out of his own skin again.
When they finished eating, Ethan placed his cutlery down carefully and stood to collect the dishes, placing them down by the sink and drawing his attention back to his partner. “Leon? How about you do the dishes while I get your present ready?” Leon nodded in response, agreeing verbally when he got close enough to Ethan to press a kiss to his cheek. It seemed like a fair bargain, it’d also keep Leon busy while his spine crawled in anticipation. He was excited, nervousness playing on him quietly as his mind raced with ideas of what his gift could be.
Ethan closed the door to their bedroom behind him with a soft click, letting out a sigh of relief once he moved into the room. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been preparing for this, a little pink bag hidden in the back of his side of the closet, adorned with a little satin bow holding it closed. Opening it up and spreading the contents over their freshly made bed, Ethan admired his pale pink lace corset and soft pink silk choker with matching panties, stockings and garter belt. His face almost matched the colour of the delicate fabric as he took it all in. Ethan had never expressed an interest in wearing something like this to his partner, besides his eyes lingering on it for slightly too long in adult stores. Leon had mentioned a few times in passing that he thought it’d look nice on Ethan, the younger man just brushed it off with a doubtful chuckle, despite the way the thought of the soft material against his skin lingered in his mind for too long.
The corset of course was the hardest piece to get on by himself, pulling and tugging at the laces at the back until it hugged his waist in a way he could still breathe but felt secure in the garment. From there it was a fairly simple task of pulling on the assless panties and clipping the thigh-high stockings to the bottom of the corset.
The young blonde took a moment to stand before the full length mirror on their wardrobe and soak in the sight of himself. Fluffy, freshly washed pale blonde hair complemented the baby pink of his outfit. The delicate lace hugging his figure with soft silk running down the back and edges, the floral lace that lined his chest, the shiny ribbon that adorned the back. He was getting flustered just looking at himself. The sheer nylon of his stockings that were topped with a lace trim and silken ruffle, and lastly the lace panties. Just enough fabric to hold his flaccid cock in place but not enough lace to cover his rear, the thin slit allowing perfect access when needed without removing the article.
He stepped back and took a last moment to fix his hair and perfect himself, a shaky sigh and a content smile reflecting back at himself in the mirror. Ethan put the bag away and straightened out the sheets, unlatching the lock on the bedroom door before standing at the end of the bed, presenting himself like a doll dressed perfectly for his lover. “Leon? I’m ready!” His voice was more certain than it had been all night, just loud enough to be heard in the other room, clearly he was starting to feel like himself in the outfit.
Leon stopped immediately when his eyes came to Ethan, his view glancing up and down rapidly as his skin grew a bright, bright red.
“Hi.”
“H-Hi.” The older man choked on his words, still staring like he’d never seen his boyfriend before. “You look- Wow- Holy shit.” Leon moved closer as he spoke, his hands coming to rest gently on Ethan’s hips, the younger blonde now absolutely beaming with pride. He ran his fingertips along the fabric, feeling the silk and lace under his fingers as he properly processed the whole sight. It took everything Leon had in him to not just tear the lace from his boyfriend and take him right here, right now, hard and rough. The view had Leon’s dick at half mast already, intrigued by his partners beauty and new attire, it was unlike anything Leon had ever seen him in. The couple weren’t ones to dress up in the bedroom, the fanciest get up Leon had seen Ethan in was his slightly nicer pair of underwear, just a soft black cotton that felt nice beneath the fingers.
His mind was everywhere right now, he didn’t really know where to look, he just wanted to look at all of it at once and god he wanted to see the other on his knees in those stockings- looking up at him with- He could feel his dick twitching in his pants. Leon cupped his lovers cheeks and looked at him so, so fondly. “Did you do all this for me?”
Ethan responded with a shy nod, his freshly washed, fluffy hair bouncing ever so slightly as a beaming smile spread across his face. Leon pressed a kiss to his pink lips, a sparse second deepening as neither of them dared to pull away, Leon’s grip on the others waist only tightening. The older shifted his lips down the others neck, trailing down slowly towards his collarbone, soaking in every little whimper that was pulled from Ethan. He nipped softly at the others collarbone, leaving little red marks in his wake,
Eventually, Leon pulled away, looking far prouder of himself then he had any reason to. He felt like he was dreaming, the sensations they shared were the only thing grounding him in this reality, the here and now. “Knees.” His voice was stern and commanding, similar to the tone he used on the field. “Now.” Ethan was quick to obey, looking up at Leon with glassy, hopeful eyes, the blue complimenting the pink of his outfit gorgeously.
Running his fingers through the blonde locks of his lover, Leon pressed Ethan's face into his crotch, gently thrusting his hips against him. Ethan rubbed his cheek against it in response, taking the zipper between his teeth and pulling down. As much as he was the submissive, he was in control for now, pulling his pants down with his teeth and the biggest grin. When his cock was finally free Ethan just stared at it in awe for a moment, like he’d never seen it before in his life. Leon gently guided the back of his head towards him, rubbing the tip and his precum across Ethan’s lips like a glistening lip gloss, admiring the small mess before pushing the tip between his lips. “Good boy.”
The noises Ethan made as he bobbed his head were plain obscene, broken moans choked on Leon’s cock with little gags as he forced his partners overly large cock all the way down his throat, a limit he could barely take. It was almost as if he was getting off on giving alone, not a hand on himself, just the lace rubbing against his hard cock that now peeked out the elastic waistband of the garment, a bead of precum pearled on the top. Leon could barely hold it together, his own gruff grunts settling in the air as he rapidly climbed towards his climax. He let Ethan do all the work, hands settled in the blonde mess atop the youngers head, moving with the motions but not taking charge.
“Ethan-” He was close. They both knew it. Ethan just looked up at him with doe eyes, batting his blonde eyelashes as he pushed his lips all the way down to the base of Leon’s dick, stretching his tongue out to give his balls a lick. The sight was like something out of a pornography, obscene and fucking gorgeous. Tears pricked the edge of Ethan’s eyes as he attempted to drag one of Leon’s balls into his mouth too, completely full and drool messily running down his chin and Leon’s pelvis. The soft tugging was enough to send Leon over the edge, grasp tightening on the others hair as he pressed his hips as close to him as humanly possible, releasing his load down Ethan’s throat. He choked and sputtered, pulling off soon to a mixture of his spit and Leon’s spunk slapping down his chest. “What a perfect little present you are.”
Leon looked like he’d seen god now, looking at the sight below him as Ethan wiped his lips off so casually, looking so eager for more.
The older pulled him to his feet gently, guiding him to the bed and laying him down like a fine silken sheet. Crawling over the top of him to press his knee against his lace covered cock, his own pants abandoned somewhere along the way. His shirt was next to go after their minds, discarded into a pile on the floor, the only garments between the two of them being something they wouldn’t dare share with the outside world, a sweet treat only for Leon to consume. A soft whine slipped from him when Leon latched his lips onto his neck again, sucking at one spot just for long enough to draw a groan from Ethan as the skin grew purple beneath.
Ethan muttered his lovers name beneath his breath, hands grasping at his sides purely just to touch him, feel any part of Leon that he could as his skin was marked and loved. He adored being showered in this affection, times like these were few and far between with Rose around. They both adored their daughter, they really did, more than anything else on this planet, but a night with just the two of them was well overdue. Ethan’s hand came to rest on the back of Leon’s neck, resting in a gentle embrace as Leon worked his head down, kissing over the corset until he came to the edge. He kissed the thin strip of Ethan’s pale skin that peered out when he stretched, then grazed his teeth along the lace at the edge of his panties. it made Ethan shiver as he squirmed gently under Leon, mumbling until he caught the others attention. “Hey, hey, hang on.”
Leon looked confused as he shifted back a little, giving Ethan some quite literal wiggle room as he watched his lover roll onto his stomach beneath him, presenting the most perfect part of his outfit. He nearly drooled on Ethan’s exposed rear, eyeing off his pert asshole like it was a delectable meal just waiting for him. Hell, he might as well have had a little gift tag with Leon’s name on it waiting for him. The older shifted to his knees behind the younger, dragging Ethan’s hips to rest on his own knees, presenting his ass even better for Leon. Spreading the others cheeks, Leon immediately kissed Ethan’s puckered hole, toying his tongue right at the edge before pressing it inside. Ethan grasped for the sheets immediately, a short, sharp gasp burying itself into the pillow. It was warm and wet but undeniably nice, Ethan’s hips shuddered against the touch, small moans peppering in a desire for more. Leon just spread his cheeks further and inserted his tongue as far in as he could, enjoying tasting every part of Ethan he could devour.
Right when Leon really thought Ethan was wet and prepped as well as he could be, he moved away again, earning himself a soft and needy whine. Their exchanges were near wordless but they understood one another perfectly well. Leon took a moment again to admire Ethan, his skin now far redder than it started and his hair a tousled mess from rolling over, his ass slick with his own spit and shining in the light. What a sight. Leon was unreasonably hard again, despite having came not even 10 minutes ago. He had far more stamina than Ethan who was usually a whining, overstimualated mess after cumming once, sometimes twice, Leon usually had a few rounds in him.
The older rummaged in their bedside table for a moment, acquiring the bottle of lube they kept for their few and far betweens and squirted some onto his hand. Leon grunted even when his own hand wrapped around his own cock, the coolness of the lubricant making him twitch as he lathered it over. He laid a hand on Ethan’s rear again, massaging small circles into a spot of uncovered flesh as he admired the lace once again. “Ready?”
When he received confirmation in the form of a nod and barely audible yes, Leon lined himself up and pressed his cock into Ethan’s ass. No matter how many times Ethan took Leon, he always felt almost too big, stretching him out to a point it didn’t quite hurt but it bordered on an aching pain. They settled for a moment before Leon pressed a hand to Ethan’s upper back, right between the shoulder blades and straps of the corset, a reassuring touch but also pressing him into the bed, holding him there as Leon picked up the pace.
The slapping of their flesh together was muffled by the soft lace barrier, creating a whole new sound that filled the room and accompanied the symphony of Ethan’s moans, accented by Leon’s own grunts and huffs. Leon’s thrusts were firm, not quite hard and rough but he certainly wasn’t gentle on the other man. He was chasing his need and urge, the sight of his partner dessed in this perfect lingerie had really egged him on and he had to try to not quite ravage the poor man.
It wasn’t long until Ethan had unravelled completely beneath him, clawing at the sheets and pillows as his cock rubbed against the cotton with every thrust, it was good but he was teetering on the edge and the heat that pooled was getting too much to ignore. “Leon-” He huffed and groaned, “Leon- I’m close, please-” He just begged for his release now, burying his face as he moaned like a whore, being pampered and loved and taken care of in a way that made his head spin.
Leon just rubbed circles into his back, pressing in further and thrusting harder. He peppered praises out between his grunts and groans, one specific ‘good boy’ sending Ethan entirely over the edge.
“Leon!” Ethan’s body shuddered ruthlessly as he came, his seed spurting into the soft lace panties and sheet below him as his hips dug into the bed, drool slipping from the side of his mouth as Leon fucked him through his high. Ethan became nearly motionless as he laid there in bliss, letting Leon find his own high inside him as he bent himself over the top of the other man, wrapping his arms around his waist as he came hard himself, filling Ethan up with his release.
They stayed like that for a moment before Leon pulled out, his tainted cock slapping down his leg as he laid down next to the younger man, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close until his head was buried in the back of his hair. He nuzzled kisses into the back of his neck, muttering praises and sweet nothings. “You’re so perfect, you did amazing, Ethan.” He pulled him closer as the younger soaked in his words, wrapping his own arms around the others. “You looked so fucking beautiful.” Ethan was preening in the praise now, his body shivering knowing he did such a good job.
The softness laid between them for another 10 minutes or so before Ethan started to squirm, the corset growing uncomfortable with his sweat and other fluids that had made their way into the exchange. Leon sat up with the other man, hands gentle against him as is he was a precious doll that he didn’t dare damage. “Here, let me help.” Leon carefully unlaced the corset and peeled it away from the other man, delicately removing any other accessories the man had too. He cleaned the pair up and changed the sheets before they returned to the bed, bundled up in the clean, warm sheets.
Ethan toyed with the concept of sleep, almost losing the battle several times as they laid there in content. “That was a beautiful present, thank you.” Leon planted a kiss on Ethan’s forehead, admiring his flushed face.
Grace Ashcroft/Leon S. Kennedy
Explicit!!
Word Count: 1.7k
Tags: Age Difference, Missionary, Vaginal sex, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Vaginal Fignering, Comfort no hurt, Smut, Fluff, Porn with little Plot
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Other notes: Please note there is a roughly 30 year age gap, don't like, don't read. Leon is in his 50s, Grace is in her 20s.
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Grace is afraid of the dark, Leon helps her learn to overcome that fear even if it's not by the most conventional methods.
aka dilf can't keep it in his pants
The door latched closed with a small click as Leon turned the lock to the safe room, stopping to take a deep breath. The older agent surveyed the room, glancing around the darkness, able to make out the outlines of a bedroom in the shimmering moonlight. It was the most peaceful place they’d found yet, calm, quiet and dark. It was only then did Leon feel the grasp on his sleeve and the quivering body next to him.
“Hey- Hey, Grace, look at me.” He turned his entire body to be in front of Grace, looking her up and down to check she was still in one piece. “You’re okay, you’re safe. We are safe here, you can relax.”
Grace nodded slightly, still quivering like a leaf in the wind as she looked around the room. “I know…” her voice was small, shy, quiet. She seemed even more reserved than she had been so far, Leon watching her body almost curl into itself despite the fact they were perfectly safe right now. It was only as he watched her mannerisms a little more that it clicked. Despite being an FBI agent this girl seemed afraid of everything, from big scary monsters down to the sound of accidentally kicking a bucket herself, she jumped at anything, so this didn’t particularly surprise him.
“Grace?” The older man took a gentle hold of her chin, redirecting her eyes to meet his. “Are you afraid of the dark?” Grace nodded sheepishly as she pressed her body closer into Leon’s, her head burying into the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around her. “That’s okay,” He ran his fingers through her blonde hair as he spoke, his voice soft and reassuring. “We’ll get through it, there’s nothing to be afraid of.” Burying his face into the top of her hair, Leon left a soft kiss to her crown. “You’re safe with me.”
The body against his started to relax in his arms, untensing slowly as she sunk more directly into the affection, fully taking in his touch and scent. He smelt as she expected, a scent of leather with something musky thinly veiling his sweat, it was nice, grounding, something she couldn’t get enough of. They didn’t talk about this closeness between them but there was… Something there, something lingering int he air neither of them dared to mention, something manifesting in the hardness pressed against her leg.
At first Grace thought it was Leon’s handgun until it glinted in the moonlight, sitting on a desk she could barely see over his shoulder. The puzzle all fit together soon and Grace’s face was as red as the blood that stained her clothing after the day they’ve had. She didn’t dare question it, but boy, was she curious. “Leon?” That’s when the curiosity got the better of her, pressing her thigh into his crotch she peered up at his face, feeling his body jolt against her touch.
“Grace-”
“Are you?”
“Shh.”
She pulled away from the hug, looking directly at the tent in his pants as the darkness settled back into her peripherals. Goosebumps immediately crawled up her body as she stiffened again, seeing what the swore was movements in the shadows, the fear starting to eat at her again. Leon just looked at the girl freezing up again, ways to help running through his mind, buffered by the exchange they had just shared. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to lean into that… Right?
He took a hold of her hand gently, leading her over to sit on the edge of the bed, “Here, I’m going to show you that there’s nothing to be afraid of in the dark.” Leon rummaged around in his hip pouch for a moment before pulling out a long strip of black material, something he kept on him for an emergency tourniquet, just in case. “Do you trust me?”
Grace nodded back with full certainty, her movements steady and sure. “I do”
“If you change your mind… Raspberries.”
“Raspberries?”
“That’s our safe word.” Grace giggled and nodded again, her focus entirely on Leon.
He talked her through what he was going to do to her as he did it, wrapping the strip of material around her eyes as a makeshift blindfold, a sort of... Exposure therapy. They sat just like that for a moment, checking in that she was okay, he didn’t dare move his hand off of her leg to let her know he was there.
When she was fully comfortable, Leon finally shifted, leaning in to press a kiss against her smooth and soft lips. A sharp inhale came from Grace as the contact was made, taking a moment to realise what exactly was going on. She soon then melted into the kiss, feeling his stubble against her chin as it grew deeper, really taking in the feeling as she cupped his chin with her hands. God, she didn’t think they’d be doing this together, especially not in a safe room and especially not in the dark like this. Leon moved his hand, sliding it up her thigh and closer to her crotch, lingering around for a moment before pressing it flat against it.
The young girls hips bucked abruptly at the touch, firm but gentle all at the same time, he clearly knew what hew was doing. He pulled away just enough for their lips to ghost against each other “Is that okay?” A small peck came between exchanged, “Yeah.” They went back to their kiss, Leon’s tongue slipping into her mouth, a subtle taste of iron sitting on her tongue from where she’d bitten it earlier in the night out of nerves.
Leon carefully laid Grace back, handling her as if she was some fragile doll that could break if breathed on too hard. His hands roamed to her hips, hands pulling at her waistband until all layers were by knees, admiring her pale skin int he moonlight. “You’re gorgeous…” Leon muttered as he went in for more kisses around her neckline, listening to the little moans that were plucked with each peck. His own cock was at full hardness now, looking at her splayed out beneath him with her blindfold on and pants around her knees. His hand went back down to her cunt, clearly wet as he stuck a finger between the folds and pushed it inside her, revelling at the soft moan pulled from her. He moved slowly, holding a tender, rhythmic pace as he thrust a finger in and out of her. Another finger was added shortly after, his pace increasing marginally as he took her so very gently.
It was a gorgeous sight when she truly started to unravel, kicking her pants off around her ankles to the floor as she fumbled around the darkness trying to find Leon. Eventually resting her hands on his shoulder where she had a poorly caught death grip on his jacket collar. “Leon-”
Fuck, she was whiny and loud already, something Leon found unreasonably attractive. “Yeah?” Grace’s body squirmed again, thighs squeezing lightly around his hand.
“Please-” Her grasp got tighter as her hips rocked against his hand. “Fuck me, please.”
“Of course, princess.”
Leon pulled away, only to be rewarded with another whine as Grace found herself empty, hands searching again for Leon in the dark, only to come to settle on the bedsheets around her. He didn’t have to be told twice, pulling his hardened prick from his pants as he smeared the thin layer of precum around his tip, spitting on it to make up for the lack of lubricant. He lined himself up, pumping himself a few times before gently running the tip against her folds.
“Ready?”
“Yes- Please Leon-”
With that last whine he pushed his way in, the near squeal that came from the blonde was perfection, sinking into his ears in the most delightful way, a sound to devastate his senses. He pushed in all the way to the base, lifting her legs over his shoulder so he could get as deep inside her as he physically good. Leon pressed several kisses to the side of her face as he began to thrust, gentle, needy and clearly he knew what he was doing. Grace wrapped every limb she possibly could around him, as close as she could physically get. He felt amazing, filling her up so nicely it bordered on too much, the slight stretch at her insides being just enough to feel just perfect.
When Leon picked up his pace he got right into her sweet spot, ramming his cock directly into her g-spot with a lout, obnoxious cry from her. Her moans quickly turned into what almost sounded like pained whimpers as she begged for more, more, more, more. And more did he give, nearly jackhammering into her at a pace his body would not be able to keep up with for much longer. “Leon- I’m close! Please.” Grace’s arms wrapped around Leon’s neck so tightly she nearly choked the man, her legs around his waist nearly cutting off blood circulation as she came, a loud, high pitched wail of his name falling out of her lips as her body wracked through it.
Leon came shortly after, his hips shuddering to a stop as he shot his seed inside her, painting her insides as he wrapped his arms around her back so firmly.
They both laid there for a moment, holding each other in a sticky, sweaty embrace. Leon was the first to move, unwrapping grace from around him and laying her back again gently. he sat on his knees beside her now, taking off the blindfold now with the utmost care. She looked so fuck drunk, but happy, the corners of her lips upturned to press creases beneath her eyes, red and worn out looking but happy. Far better than her shaking from fear.
“See? The dark isn’t so scary after all.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” The young FBI agent leant up and pressed a kiss to Leon’s lips, lingering for a moment before resting a head on his shoulder in a much more relaxed position.
“Actually, We might need to check again some time. Just in case.”
They both chuckled before settling into a comfortable silence, listening to the crickets outside in the night air as Leon watched the shadows of the trees cast by the moonlight and rubbing his hand up and down Grace’s back.
William Birkin/Albert Wesker
Explicit!!
Word Count: 2.2k
Tags: needy William Birkin, Foot grinding, Blowjobs, Rough Oral Sex, Slight Foot Fetish, Shoe Fetish, Clothing Kink, Porn without Plot
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Other notes: Title is from Checking Out by She Wants Revenge
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William comes to Albert for help with a report one evening.
If by help on a report he meant help with his unceasing arousal, then he didn't lie at all.
William came onto Albert like an animal in heat, body pressed against him at the first chance he got, breath heaving as his chest rose and fell in stuttered succession. Wesker found the look on his face almost sickening, hues of red flushing his whole face like he’d been drinking far too much despite being stone cold sober. The younger’s skin felt sticky to the touch, his sweat coating him in a thin, almost glossy layer. God, his desperation was disgusting, and hot in a way Albert wouldn’t dare admit out loud. He was one for control, always was, inside the bedroom and out. Albert wasn’t one to give others control easily, fighting tooth and nail for everything he ever wanted, the place he was in society, the job he had, he fought for respect and fear from his peers. He barely swayed William, though. William knew who told their story, who wrote the words on the pages of their life, it wasn’t him. Never was and never will be. But he can lead the pen, usher it along and whisper sweet words into it’s handlers ears.
The air in the room felt ice cold in comparison to the heat that came off William’s body, a heat that quickly seeped through Albert’s clothes and warm his own cold flesh in a way only he could touch his heart, a crack in the ice that didn’t dare melt. His clammy hands grasped at the side of Albert’s shirt, gripping it clumsily as if it were his lifeline. He’d barely gotten in the door before he’d rammed the taller man into the wall with no more composure than a horny teenager, unable to keep himself away from him. He had full intentions of keeping his guise of needing help an a report up a bit longer so this evening meeting felt like a bit more than a booty call, but alas he squandered it all the moment he laid eyes on his lover.
“William-”
The first words Albert managed to speak slipped through his ears and nestled in his brain, the harsh tone only aiding his arousal as he brought his eyes to his face.
“William, would you calm down!”
The next thing he knew he was being grabbed by the scruff of the collar and yanked away from the other man with a small, needy yelp. he couldn’t get a word out, surely there was no need to explain himself. Although, there wasn’t a clear explanation as to why he was in this state. Perhaps something in his latest experiment had gone wrong and had some sort of a chemical reaction that released a fume to aid in his arousal, maybe someone had simply spiked his drink, despite the fact he was home alone and that was quite the impossible feat. Or maybe it was just hormones. Either way, he still stood before Wesker with a gaze on him that he could either rip the older man apart or break down crying before his feet out of sheer desire.
“Albert, I-”
“Zip it. I don’t care.” Wesker had a hold of William’s shirt collar with both hands now, lifting the smaller boy to his tip toes, his eyebrows furrowed and lips slightly downturned at the edges. “What do you think this is? You lie to get yourself into my house with your filth ridden intentions?” There was a silence between them, one thick enough you could cut through it, the tension palpable. William’s yes just looked even more enamoured with every word he spoke. “Pathetic.” This was love to them, as much as it wasn’t to others, and they didn’t care.
Albert let him go without warning, William stumbling to the ground with a thud and a groan as Albert’s pristine leather oxford collided with his chest, throwing him onto his back on the ground. “Fuck-” William just stared at the man above him, drool threatening to slip from his lips as his body yearned for more, more, more. The weight on his chest grew heavier as Albert applied more pressure, the slightest crack coming from William’s back as his body pressed further into the floor. It hurt, it hurt good. It hurt just enough, Wesker wouldn’t dare break his bones or hurt his lover too bad, just in the way he liked and a way he wouldn’t find himself with days of injury. Enough to leave a bruise and ache for the night, maybe stifle his breathing in the slightest overnight, but nothing to damage him further. As harsh of a man he was, he wasn’t an abusive lover.
The older’s perfectly clean shoe shifted down to William’s crotch, the light catching in it’s shine, a sight in itself that made William’s need grow. He pressed the toe down into the hardness beneath, eliciting a small hiss of pain from the blonde. “I suppose this is what you want, is it not?”
William just let out a pathetic moan before raising his head to look at Albert better. “I just- I want you, please.” Clearly he’d left his shame at home too. “In any way, please-” Begging was never off the cards for William, usually he didn’t come off this pathetic right off the bat but tonight was different. The way his body ached to the point of nearly burning with need and desire, his cock had been straining against his pants for what felt like- and probably was- hours on end already and he just needed it to end. The vivid images of his lover that’d been clouding his mind all evening playing on repeat like a shitty porno was more than enough to keep him at full hardness and no matter what, his hand wasn’t enough. He needed the real thing, to feel his touch and hear his voice, craving the anything he’d do to him. He didn’t care, he’d take anything, anything to cleanse this need.
Unexpectedly, Albert moved away, leaning against the wall with his arms across his chest. It was only now did William get to properly take his appearance in. Black leather gloves, freshly ironed, white dress shirt, charcoal slacks and William’s favourite black leather oxfords. Oh. That’s when it all clicked in William’s mind. Albert Wesker knew exactly what was going on, he was well aware William didn’t need help with any reports. His voice on the phone gave it away, the wailed tone to his voice as he stuttered through asking for help, a clear indicator of the game in play. It wasn’t Albert’s first rodeo, far from it, he knew his lovers mannerisms so much better than the other thought. One foot was out before the other, it was... Welcoming, pleading, teasing, beckoning William to come get it. he scrabbled to his knees and stared at the other, awaiting instruction with high need and obedience, he might as well have had a collar and leash on.
“Come get it then, you needy bastard.”
That was all William needed to approach, he knew the calls here, he knew the lines they drew together.
He grasped the leg of Wesker’s pants with no shame, mounting the shining leather and rubbing his clothed crotch against it, humping him like a dog in heat. God the friction was amazing, the smallest moans already slipping from William as precum started to seep through his underwear, not quite enough to be visible. His hips rutted like his life depended on it and holy fuck he could cum just like this in seconds if he really wanted. He shouldn’t though, he knows that, Albert would have his throat. Oh maybe that didn’t sound so bad. Those black gloves around his throat, squeezing, tighter and tighter until the world threatened to spin and the darkness pricked at the edges of his consciousness. “Ngh- Fuck-” William came from the thought and the friction, his cum seeping through his pants and onto Albert’s freshly polished shoes as his hips shuddered to a stop.
Albert just looked down at the pitiful sight below him, kicking William off his foot. “Look what you’ve done.” His voice was harsh and raspy, the words crawling up William’s spine and into the back of his brain with shivers. “I’d just had these freshly cleaned. William.” His name was like venom on the others tongue and it sounded oh, so good.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” The way the liquid smeared on the shoes still shone in the light was quite the gorgeous sight to William as Albert wriggled his toes under the leather just enough to cause obvious movement. “I’ll clean them up.” He held out his hands expectantly, waiting for Albert to set his foot down in his hands, which he did exactly as expected. The younger man ran his tongue along the top of the smooth material, lapping up the tarnish against it until they shone with the lather of his own spit, looking good as new. “Is that better?”
Albert nodded, a firm nod but he still looked displeased, he was missing something and the bulge in his own pants was the dead give away as to what. The protrusion stole William’s attention quickly, drool pooling against the inside of his lips, threatening to spill. “You have more to attend to, though.” Albert undid his belt and slipped it out, tossing it on the floor of the living room then flicked the button on his pants free, leaving the zipper to be William’s problem.
William’s grasp on the zipper was clumsy, lacking any precision he usually had until he fumbled with it enough to drag it down, bringing the whole garment around his knees. It was a conscious choice to leave the other’s underwear still up, taking a moment to admire the outline of his lovers cock beneath the thin cotton. Albert Wesker was really a sight to behold, clothing or not. He pressed his saliva drenched tongue against the bulge, the liquid seeping into the fabric as he ran his tongue against the muscle, feeling it twitch under his touch.
Carefully, he wrapped his long, slender fingers under the elastic hem of the underwear and brought them down to meet his slacks, freeing his cock properly. It jumped a little as it was freed, coming into it’s full hardness as the cool air hit it. William’s lips met the tip with a soft kiss, leading with a trail of them down the side to it’s base. He was a treasure and he so handled him like one. Lips lips were warm and wet when they wrapped around his hardness, a huff coming from Albert as he steadied his composure. William began to bob his head, eyes staring up at Albert with this forlorn and tragic, needy look. He was better at this than he or Albert would admit, trained to perfection, his tongue moved around the others cock like it was born to do this. It sent sparks up Albert’s spine within seconds, his hips failing to steady themself. This went on for a moment, William holding his painfully slow rhythm as Albert’s core twist and turned, slowly building into a complex knot.
“William.” He just kept up the tortuously slow pace, sliding his tongue across Albert’s tip and prodding against it, relishing in the moment. ”William.” His words were still paid no mind, the grueling tempo starting to grind his nerves.
Enough was enough. Albert’s gloves hand took a harsh hold of William’s blonde locks, thrusting his head all the way down to the base, letting up once he started to sputter. “Any slower and I fear my balls would have fallen off, you useless man.” He was leading now, his grip pushing and pulling William along his cock at a brutal pace. He didn’t care about the tears pricking at the side of his eyes or the muffled, pathetic little moans that bubbles out the sides with his spit. He kept going, his hips joining and thrusting until he was at the edge, pulling himself closer and closer as he teetered on the edge of pleasure. He slowed his pace, just bathing in the warm feeling that rushed through his blood as he came right to the edge before forcing himself as far down William’s throat as he possibly could, burying the mans nose in his pelvis. Curses littered into thew room as streams of his hot cum flowed down William’s throat, causing the smaller man to gag and sputter as he choked it all down.
Albert let a few more seconds pass as he pulled William’s head away before he passed out, squishing his cheeks to open his mouth and move his tongue away with his thumb, assuring he’d swallowed every last drop. He stared for a moment. A stare of admiration, a softness coming across his eyes that wasn’t usually there, bathing in the afterglow of one another's pleasure.
“Are you satisfied, William?”
William just gave back this floppy nod, clearly pleased and pleasured, happy as a pig in mud as he admired the near ethereal beauty that was his lover. Albert pulled his pants back up and zipped them up, leaving his shirt untucked as he pulled William back to his feet. he did tend tog et a little soft sometimes, always at the end of something rough, really the only time to see him in such a light.
“Thank you.”
William pressed a soft kiss to his lips, savouring the moment before he moved away. Although he’d just gotten here, he knew they both has business to tend to in the morning and he’d best be going.
Leon S. Kennedy/Albert Wesker
Explicit!!
Word Count: 2.7k
Tags: Outdoor Sex, Grinding, Himbo Leon, S.T.A.R.S. recruit Leon, Sex on a car, Anal Fingering, Sexual Overstimulation, Choking, Handjobs, Dry Humping, Porn without Plot, Captain/Rookie relationship, Re2 Leon, S.T.A.R.S. era Wesker, a pat down as an excuse to feel someone up
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Other notes: Title is from from Broken Promises For Broken Hearts by She Wants Revenge
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Leon S. Kennedy may or may not have dirty thoughts about his Captain.
Albert Wesker may or may not have dirty thoughts about his newest recruit.
Eventually,Wesker snaps and can't keep his hands to himself any longer, a pat down sounds like the perfect excuse to get his hands all over the man.
S.T.A.R.S. newest recruit, a rookie police officer who had excelled in his academy training to such a degree that he’d caught Chief Irons’ attention and was immediately placed in the Special Tactics and Rescue Service. Or, fresh meat, for a simpler term. Leon S. Kennedy. He wasn’t too sure why he always got the S put on all his paperwork or when it started, it simply stuck with him. Despite his prestige and achievements in the academy, his first day on the field had him quivering like a leaf.
“Rookie.”
The title alone pierced Leon’s ears and almost made him jump out of his skin, his hands fumbling with the last buckle on his vest.
His first day on the job and he was already being pulled aside by his very obviously upset superior. Captain Albert Wesker was by far the most intimidating man in the R.P.D, rooms went silent when he walked in and he could command a crowd with a gesture, even those that weren’t in his department. Tall, blonde, and with a perfectly ironed uniform and a scowl to finish the look, Leon had never seen this man smile. The sunglasses he always wore, even indoors, covered his eyes and made his expressions almost unreadable, he just always seemed some degree of pissed off. Leon wasn’t quite scared of the man, but he was certainly intimidated by him and the way he marched towards him made the feeling border on fear. The buckle snapped closed with a dissatisfying click as he managed to somewhat compose himself.
“Captain Wesker, y-yes?”
The stutter was pathetic, and he knew it, the twitch at the edge of Wesker’s lips only confirmed his suspicions. Wesker’s hair didn’t shift in the breeze, styled to perfection it didn’t look too gelled or greasy, it just held its style very, very well. Leon’s fringe on the other hand was having a hard time staying out of his eye, causing him to brush it aside every few seconds. Within seconds, Wesker was too close, right in front of him in a way that his shadow cast over Leon entirely, the sun peeking around his blonde hair like a radiant halo. Leon couldn’t work out if he was terrified of the situation or into it. His captain being so close he could smell his cologne, a warm, woody scent, was starting to turn his brain to mush. Maybe he had a little crush on his superior, who wouldn’t? He was tall, blonde, handsome, dominant- Oh. Leon could feel his dick twitch in his pants at his own thoughts, praying that the Captain couldn’t read his mind.
“What do you call this?” Captain Wesker gestured vaguely at Leon, all of Leon. In response, the younger just looked down at himself, befuddled by the gestures.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.” Suddenly, Wesker’s hands were on Leon and the rookie felt like he could explode. The older man adjusted his vest, roughly, tugging on the straps and relatching buckles, his roughness shoving the wind from Leon’s chest several times.
“You’re a mess. By the look of you I’d assume you can’t even tie your own shoelaces.” Well, that felt uncalled for. “Where’s your flashlight?” He didn’t wait for a response. Wesker didn’t stop adjusting Leon while he spoke, muttering under his breath for half of it. His movements got brisk as his brows furrowed even further, fumbling with everything as he seemed to grow angrier before he let Leon go. He looked more put together than before, his vest actually secured properly and in a way that fitted him better, but Wesker seemed no more pleased with the situation.
It wasn’t Leon’s lack of organisation that pissed Wesker off, it was part of the reason, but more so it was how sick Wesker felt looking at him. He gave off the vibes of a puppy, he always seemed so eager and happy to see the captain, with this stupid little sparkle in his eyes any time he was asked to do something. He seemed so disgustingly happy to be around the older man. Today was where it hit too close, disheveled in his field gear, misaligned straps and his poorly adorned vest, brushing his hair from his eyes instead of just cutting it or styling it like a smart man. Wesker wouldn’t dare say anything out loud, but the rookie looked… Appealing. It frustrated him in more ways than one, grinding his gears to a point he couldn’t keep his cool for once. Love wasn’t in Albert Wesker’s vocabulary, but sexual frustration was.
Before Leon could even imagine where this situation could go, he found himself shoved against a nearby squad car, Wesker’s movements moving to more of a pat down than his adjustments. “What are you do-”
Wesker spun Leon around, causing him to almost bend over the side of the vehicle as Wesker’s hands frisked his waist. “Gear check.” Something felt off. This was more than just a gear check and they both knew it, the rookie didn’t dare question it, this was bordering on heaven for him. “Protocol says I check your gear,” The captain leant in over Leon, forcing him further over the car until his breath brushed over Leon’s ear. “I say I check all of you.”
The younger man’s brain immediately disintegrated at the other’s words, legs quivering softly as his cock grew harder than he’d really like right now. He froze, praying to whatever god would listen that the captain wouldn’t notice his growing arousal. He’s meant to be in trouble for fuck’s sake, and here he is getting hard from being patted down. Anyone else on the team would have shit their pants by now and here Leon was, about to cream his. All he could imagine was his superior taking hold of him roughly and fucking him over this car right now and it sounded delicious. Not a singular thought of a risk of being terminated from his position crossed the mans mind, it was so cloudy from the touches that acting normal was out of the question. Surely he was imagining this, imagining all of it.
Hands on his rear were rough, lingering for a moment too long when he was patted, a slight squeeze that Leon was sure his mind falsified. He cussed under his breath, just quiet enough that the captain didn’t hear him, nor the little groan that followed as the other man’s hands reached the back of his thighs. They lingered for far too long there, especially for having no pockets in that area. “Captain?” Was the only thing he managed to stammer, trying to look over his shoulder at the other.
“Shush.” Clearly, someone wasn’t in the mood for discussing the subject right now, jamming his leg between Leon’s and using his foot to kick the other boy’s stance wider, forcing his leg between the others so their hips pressed together. Finally, Leon was aware he wasn’t the only one aroused into next Saturday. Wesker leant his arm over the other’s back and leant over him, their bodies far too close for anything to be normal about this anymore, even if it’d strayed from that path a long time ago. “If you have anything to say against this then spit it out now,” His voice was low and husky, warm breath skimming over Leon’s ear as goosebumps flooded down his neck. “Or keep your mouth shut so no one hears us.”
Leon’s hips bucked into the car, chasing that sweet, sweet friction he was craving. Surely this was all some cruel joke, he’d be stupid to think otherwise. Although, the hardness now wedged against his rear was awfully convincing. As if he could now read the rookie’s thoughts, Wesker ground his hips into Leon’s backside, earning a yelp from the younger than in turn earned him Wesker’s left hand slapped across his mouth. Wesker kept up his movements against the other mans rear, slow and steady grinding as he grew to full hardness. In all honesty, Leon was a little fearful of the length pressed against him, it felt larger than he expected, assuming the man was at full hardness when he initially felt him against him.
Could he take it? They were going to find out.
With practiced precision, Wesker reached around and unbuckled Leon’s belt and pants, pulling them down just enough to expose his pale, pert ass and take the smaller mans stiff cock into his gloved hand, earning him a groan pressed into his other hand. His strokes were rough but precise, the leather of his gloves slightly coarse on his sensitive skin. If anything, though, it just added to the feeling, the warmth spreading through him as the soft flesh of his fingertips pressed against his own tip. It was taking everything Leon had to not cum immediately. Wesker slipped two fingers into Leon’s mouth, pressing them against his tongue and shifting them under it. Leon got the memo, lathering his spit all over his captain’s fingers, suckling on the soft leather and flesh until he drooled down his own chin. This lingered for too long, thoughts clouding Wesker’s mind as he wished it was more than his fingers in the others mouth, alas, now was not the time nor place.
As if he could feel the knot forming in the younger’s stomach, Wesker moved his right hands attention back to his soft rear, squishing and teasing as he parted his cheeks to press his finger against the rookie’s tight hole, teasing it by pushing the very end of his finger through before retracting it quickly.
He took a step back, pulling his fingers from his rookie’s mouth as his saliva dripped onto the vehicle below, plenty still coating the captains fingers. “Stay still.”
The captain pressed the spit-soaked fingers against the others asshole, lathering the edges with it before pressing in slowly and surely, pressing his index finger right to the base. He pumped it a few times then withdrew to replace it with an additional finger added, repeating the motion until he had 3 fingers knuckle-deep inside the rookie.
Leon was lost in the sensation, his mind spinning as he gripped onto the car for dear life, he almost cried when the fingers left his ass. “Please—please, Captain—” So much for being quiet. He was granted what he begged for though when Wesker took a moment to spread his cheeks even further with more care, an audible spit was heard as he lathered his own cock and lined himself up at the rookie’s ass. He was smart enough to cover Leon’s mouth again as he pushed his cock into the smaller man.
It was bliss and agony for Leon, all his fantasies were coming true but the feeling of the captain pushing into him was painful. He was larger than he’d dreamed and it felt so fucking good, he needed far, far more prep though, already panting like a dog and he wasn’t even all the way inside yet. Wesker bottomed out, holding himself there as he seethed through his teeth, the tight little rookie felt so fucking good even he needed a moment to process everything. He held Leon’s hip like a lifeline, nails digging into his soft flesh, leaving little crescent moons in their path. Their stillness was even worse, just the sting from the stretch seeping into Leon’s nerves brought a small whine from him behind his superior’s hand, a quiet plea.
The pounding that came next was Leon’s undoing. Rough, fast and clumsier than expected. His little moans continued to fall behind Wesker’s gloved hands, coating the leather in a glistening slick as it seeped through the gaps. His eyes screwed shut as their bodies rocked, every slam into his pushing him closer and closer to the edge, the friction of his cock rubbing against the car not doing Leon any favours as his legs grew weak.
“Capt-” The grip across his mouth grew firmer as he let out this particularly high whine as Wesker rammed his cock directly into his prostate, Leon’s eyes snapping open in sheer, overwhelming pleasure. The hand over his mouth was becoming useless, every noise managed to squirm out from behind it and fi anyone was in the vicinity they’d surely have heard the blondes by now. Pathetic little moans that grew even more blubbered as they went, the slapping of flesh against flesh with every thrust, grunts and groans from Wesker himself. He’d admit, he wanted to hear the rookie at full volume in a more private area, he sounded like a screamer and that sounded like music to Wesker’s ears. “G’nna- C-mmph-mm-”
Leon tried his best to hold it together for longer, he’d only been fucked for a couple of minutes and it was hard to admit he was already unravelling completely. The knot just tightened in his stomach, the pressure being pushed and pulled with every hard thrust. He was starting to see stars as he tried to keep it together, his efforts were futile though.
The relentless assault on his prostate was his undoing, Leon’s entire body shook as he came all over the car beneath him, his ass clenching around Wesker tightly as his body wracked through his orgasm, haphazard moans and groans coming from his mouth as his entire body grew weak.
The captain didn’t dare stop though, he hadn’t had his own fill. His thrusting continued on for several more minutes, Leon unravelling even further until he was just a shining mess against the car, his body trembling beneath the larger man. Wesker found himself having to hold Leon in place like some sex doll, unable to hold himself up anymore as the overstimulation turned every muscle in his body into jelly. Leon attempted to speak, his words just coming out as mumbles, strung together with grunts and moans. With a particularly sharp moan, Leon came again, his cum dribbling out of him more than being an actual shot, soiling his pants. He just lay there afterwards, panting and moaning as every feeling took over him, amplified by a thousand as he took in the blissful feeling of being used by his captain.
With nothing more than a grunt, Wesker finally came, both hands pulling Leon’s hips as far against him as he could go as he released inside of him, Leon’s mind finally drifting away entirely as he felt himself be filled up. The older man shuddered slightly as his orgasm washed over him, slowly pulling out as he watched the remains of his climax run down his rookie’s behind.
Without a word, he just stepped back and tucked himself back into his pants and redid his belt, looking as if he didn’t just fuck his subordinate into next week. He grasped Leon’s neck firmly, pulling him up to his feet properly, his voice low and husky against his ear. “Good boy.”
Leon’s body shuddered at the praise alone, he was too far gone to act normal and just looked at Wesker as if he was eye-to-eye with a god. How pathetic. Only when prompted to by his Captain did he pull himself together and attempt to make his uniform look presentable again, his hair was too far gone though, sticking up in all which ways, soaked with a thin layer of his own sweat. He didn’t look as well put together as Wesker, though, the cum stain on the crotch of his pants being a dead giveaway.
Wesker’s eyes roamed to it, locking eyes with the dampened mark, eliciting an exasperated groan from him. Well, he doubts he would have gotten any more useful work out of this now-fuck-drunk rookie anyway. “Go home, rookie, and get yourself cleaned up.” The older man looked at him a little too fondly, a glint of adoration in his eyes, concealed by his sunglasses, thankfully.
“Don’t tell anyone about this.”
The younger blonde just nodded lazily, clearly still coming down from his high. “Yes, sir.” His eyes lazily roamed to Wesker’s glasses, staring straight through them in an attempt to make eye contact. “See you tomorrow, sir.”
Oh, he’d have dreams about this for weeks.
Leon S. Kennedy/Leon S.Kennedy (re2 x re4)
Explicit!!
Word Count: 2.2k
Tags: Selfcest, Desperation, Handjobs, Sloppy Kisses, Really Sloppy kisses, Dry Humping, Cowgirl(boy) position, Top re2 Leon, Bottom re4 Leon, Porn without Plot, Leon/Leon, Leoncest, M/M
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Other notes: Title and inspiration from All Wound Up by She Wants Revenge.
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Leon can't get comfortable, something's eating away at him. His body is burning and it feels like someone spiked his drink with an aphrodisiac.
Thankfully, the other Leon finds this incredibly hot.
The younger wriggled in the older's grasp, squirming in their cuddles as he struggled to get comfortable, it was apparent that something was bothering him.
Leon looked at the blonde attached to his side, an eyebrow raising as he watched him struggle against him. "You okay?"
The rain pattered against the window as the pair were curled together in their bed, fluffy blankets tucked around them snugly. The rookie twisted again, eyes locking with the older's for a second before drawing them anywhere but his eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."
The rookie’s mind was elsewhere, he felt like he was losing it. His entire body was warm to the point he felt like he was sweating through his clothes and his cock ached like he'd taken a vow of celibacy. Leon could swear someone had put some sort of an aphrodisiac in his drink, even though he hadn't gone out in who knows how long and it was quite literally impossible, his mind begged to differ through the cloudy, lust filled thoughts.
He looked at his boyfriend, his perfectly aged reflection, who didn't believe his claims of fine for a second. Although, he did chose to ignore it, just pulling the boy closer to his chest and kissing the top of his head. Yet the younger still seemed put out, eventually settling as his entire body felt like it was shoved in a furnace and he sat in his own skin uncomfortably. The settlement only lasting for a few minutes at best before it got the better of him. The younger rolled over abruptly, plastering himself up the other’s side with far less care than before, the blanket between them becoming dishevelled with his movements. He leant his chin on the other’s chest, looking at him with these lust filled doe eyes, face flushed a deep pink to a point he almost looked sickly.
The agent didn’t have to look at him for too long until he cocked an eyebrow. “Yes, Leon? What is it?” The other seemed to shy away inside, but his face remained in this needy stare. Words failed him, just a little whimper came from him as he seemingly found his confidence. He leant over the other, gazing at his face adoringly before going in with a kiss that was far, far rougher than intended, dragging a small grunt from the other Leon. The kiss went on for longer than anticipated, the older’s arms slinking around the other’s waist, resting in the small of his back and idly playing with the waistband of his pants as the younger’s tongue slipped into his mouth.
Hands began to roam, the rookie leading more than usual, his hands slipping under the older’s shirt and running against his sides, taking in every scar and bump along his skin. The older man was gorgeous, really. The rookie had grown past the view of that being himself and only held admiration for the other man. He was one to fall for older men, some captains back at the police department he’d passed briefly on his orientation had caught his eye, the other Leon before him was no exception. Feeling every mark on his skin beneath his finger, he delicately smoothed the pad of his thumb over a larger scar on the others hip, all these marks just made the other all that more appealing.
Eventually, they pulled apart, the rookie breathing far deeper and harder than the other, looking as if he’d just completed a set at the gym. Silence hung between them for a moment, nothing uncomfortable, just slightly tense. The rookie wasn’t one to be so straightforward like this, he’d never come onto the agent so strongly before, their bedroom dynamic was very much so… Not this. The change was far from unwelcome though, the older didn’t think his other self had it in him, really. But now he was leaning over him with a slack line of their spit connecting their mouths, the appeal was already causing a bulge under his comfy sweatpants.
“So that’s what’s been bothering you.” For a second there was a flash of doubt behind the younger’s eyes, had he gone too far? Was this too much? The way the other Leon’s body relaxed under him settled his mind quickly, the sheer arousal he felt not allowing the doubt to make itself comfortable.
He nodded with a breathy “Yeah.” before he went in to kiss the other’s neck, pressing kisses into his pulse as he slowly worked his way over his collarbone, ghosting over it almost cautiously. As gentle and careful as his movements were, they were still laced with hunger and desperation. The rookie’s eyes flickered up to the other as he reached the neck of his shirt, hands snaking down to tug at the hem for wordless consent. With a soft nod from the other and some semi awkward shifting, he slipped it off the others head and continued his kisses down. His kisses followed in a straight line down the center of his chest and down his stomach, eventually reaching his belly button and happy trail leading right to where he wanted to be. But he didn’t want to be there quite yet, he wanted to take it a little slowly. As slowly as his lust filled mind would let him, at least.
The rookie’s hands roamed over the others bare skin, listening to all the little hitches in Leon’s breath as the temperature difference left goosebumps in his wake. A thumb slipped over a nipple, eliciting a soft, surprised moan. Music to the youngers ears. He tweaked at his left nipple with his thumb and forefinger, rolling the bud between them as the older man started to squirm, his pants tenting more than before. His kisses persisted up the side of his neck and jaw, teasing the nipple and kissing every sound that came from the others mouth. Who knew the big scary government agent was so vocal when being ‘looked after.’ The rookie’s breath was heavy, his mouth now replacing his fingers around the others nipple as his hand roamed down again, simply running over the others skin and taking it all in as the older man’s moans hitched as he tried his best to hold them in.
Another silent call for consent came when the younger’s fingers graced the edge of the other’s pants. Approval was granted with a gruff and a nod. Leon let his grasp on the others nipple go now, just watching how own hand cup the others bulge through his pants and rub it gently, holding back again. His own hips shifted subconsciously now, chasing the friction it wasn’t to be granted yet. Leon even let out his own little whimper at the situation unfolding, a near silent cry of need. Somehow in it all, the youngers legs ended up wrapped around one of the older's legs, the small shifts in his hips being picked up by the older, causing a quirk in his eyebrow as he watched his lover. “Just how pent up are you?”
For a moment the only sound was the laboured breath falling from the rookie as his eyes locked onto the others. “I-” He seemed sheepish now, his movements around the others cock through his pants unceasing despite it. He seemed guilty. “I don’t know.”
“You’re almost humping my leg like a dog.” Leon’s voice was stern but assuring, that classic voice he used to egg the other one on, less dominant in nature than usual. With the tone he just shifted his leg further into the other’s crotch, eliciting a strangled gasp from the younger one before he thrust his hips into it, hard.
The friction felt unbelievably good, so much better than usual. He felt like he was losing it again. Straightening his back up, he locked Leon’s lips into another kiss, this one somehow more desperate than the first. It was sloppy, drool slipping between their mouth and down both their chins as the younger’s hands cupped the others stubble littered jaw. His hips ground into the others thigh now, his own knee pressing against the other’s cock harsher than he meant for it. Small moans filtered into the kiss as his hips went faster, movements growing sporadic and unrhythmic.
He pulled away with heavy breaths, spit between them still linked as he went back in for more kisses between his words. “Please” A hand roamed again, straight on the others cock, cupping it again with clumsy need. “Need.” More slopy kisses. “You inside me. Please.” he sounded like he could cry if he didn’t get what he wanted at this point, like he’s fall apart if he wasn’t stuffed and fucked right now.
The agent pulled away properly now, wiping the spit from the rookie’s chin with his thumb and a loving caress. “I’m not going to stop you.”
Nothing else needed to be said before the rookie was ridding himself of his own pants and taking the other Leon’s with them, his shirt being discarded somewhere with them. They both sat there stark naked now, it wasn’t an uncommon sight but it was one the younger would always cherish to take in, only for a moment though. The younger let a long drip of his own split hit the head of the others cock and took it in his hand, stroking firmly as he rubbed it around and made sure his other half was at full hardness. His other hand snuck between his legs, taking to pressing against his own ass. He didn’t tend to need much prep, but little was better than none.
Moments later and a fear the older may just cum already from the others desperation, the younger grasped over to the drawer for their lube, lathering the older’s cock with it once he had a hold of it. His eyes flickered to the other again for consent, another nod and he raised himself over the other, carefully positioning Leon’s cock at his entrance. With bated breath, the rookie sunk down, a small hiss as his under-prepped body adjusted to the fullness, a moan quickly replacing the noise.
The adjustment was short before the younger was raising himself up again, a death grip on the other man’s waist for leverage. It started slow and nice before the need that had been eating away at him all day took it’s biggest bite. He rode the others cock like his life depended on it, his movements and timing were sloppy but fuck the sheer context of it all, his neediness and desperation, made it all that much hotter. it was messy but felt so fucking good. The noises coming out of the rookie were downright pornographic and the other’s moans were mixing into the gorgeous medley, the slapping of skin accompanying it. Their neighbours probably didn’t think it was as gorgeous but that was a problem for another time.
His legs were aching not before long, his movements rapid and needy, his ass clenching already as the agent’s cock rammed into his sweet spot over and over and over again,. He was seeing fucking stars. The needy desperateness was finally fading away as his orgasm approached. “Leon-” Small curses tied his words together as he leant back, arms gripping onto the other Leon’s lower legs now as his cock bounced against his stomach with every bounce. “-I’m gonna cum.”
Leon just sat back and watched, his own grunts and moans being served by the sight in front of him and the tight warmth around his cock. “Good- Me too-”
The younger came first with a loud cry, his sticky cum lathering his own stomach almost to his chest, quite the sight to behold. He held out though, body doubling forward on himself as he continued to ride the older with heavy breaths, drawing several more spurts of seed onto the others stomach. With what he swore was the last of his energy he managed to pull the older’s orgasm from him, hands grasping his hips and pulling his shaking body down as far as possible. The older’s hips thrust up abruptly as he came, covering the others insides with his own seed. They both sat connected like that for a moment, lips seeking each other for a kiss as their bodies wound down.
The younger was first to pull away. “Holy fuck. I- I just did that.”
The older stroked the others cheek lovingly, holding him with great care. “You did, well done.” A soft kiss pecked on his lips. “That was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”
“It was?” He shifted slightly, a small wince of pain that would settle in properly soon, but a sense of pride as he felt the other mans cum threatened to slip out of him. “Thank you. I don’t know what came over me.”
The agent laughed with a loving caress of the others arm. “I don’t know either but it should come over you again more often.”
Both of them just laughed and helped the rookie off and cleaned him up. With a drink of water they both settled back into bed for some nice, comforting, now very naked, cuddles.
Leon S. Kennedy/Unspecified Male (Reader insert possible)
Explict!!
Word Count: 900 words
Tags: Masturbation
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Other notes: Partner is an unspecified male character, could be reader, could be anyone of your choosing, go wild
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Leon misses his partner a bit more than he initially expected.
Cold air pricked at Leon’s skin as the night grew darker, clouds blotting out the moonlight that streamed through the slits in his blinds. Gods, he didn’t know what had him so worked up, it was just a fleeting thought but it had his mind in binds. He missed him so, so badly. His fingers grazed along his own skin, touches spreading goosebumps in their wake as he graced them down his abdomen. Oh how he wished this wasn’t his own touch.
Leon shifted the pillow behind him, resting it into the small of his back as he relaxed against the headboard, a pleased sigh seeping from his lips as a finger brushed over his nipple. The soft music playing from his speakers weren’t enough to pull his mind away from his fantasies, thoughts of his lover plaguing his mind in the best way possible. The longing, heart-wrenching missing feeling did tug at him though. How much he missed his touch and his presence, his smile and his laugh, the light of his life. The blonde’s hand travelled further down now, hooking the edge of his underwear’s waistband and dragging it down, kicking it off the bed with a flick of his ankle.
The first touch of bulge made his head snap back against the headboard. Fuck, was he really that touch starved? He riled himself up so much with his own thoughts? He dragged his hand and along the side of his cock, the cool sensations making it wriggle under his fingers. More, he needed more. Leon wrapped his fist around it completely now, stroking it gently as he sighed, eyes slipping shut as his mind wandered again. He wasn’t as good at this, really. it was more than enough to sate him but he was nowhere as good as him, his grip felt wrong and he just couldn’t flick his wrist the same at the tip. Not to mention how he couldn’t suck his own cock- Fuck- The thought made his cock jump. He could remember the sensations clear as day, the way he hollowed his cheeks to make room for him and the way his tongue slid against his own length as he bobbed at just the right pace. Perfect.
He quickened his own touch, a free hand pinching his nipple between his forefinger and thumb, applying just enough pressure against them to make him squirm. Both feelings were amazing, sending sparks along his body as the knot in his stomach tried to untangle itself. It still wasn’t enough for him, his hips thrust awkwardly into his own hand as he chased further contact. More. More. More. He felt insatiable, the thoughts of his lover plaguing him to no end ad how fucking perfect he was. He needed to feel him, feel his touch around him, his lips against his own, the way he filled his ass just amazingly.
Leon pulled his own hands away from himself, breath heaving. He pulled the lube from his bedside table and squirted some onto his palm, rubbing it onto his fingers. he repositioned himself, knees up by his side so he had access to his tight, pert asshole. Gods, this would have been such a sight for prying eyes, he always did know how to put on a show. The first press of his finger against his hole felt almost foreign, like a ghosts touch against himself. It’d been far, far too long since he’d taken to himself in this way, it wasn’t his favourite but he couldn’t contain himself whenever his lover did it, and that’s exactly what he needed right now. He needed the thought of his partners finger slipping past the ring of muscle, taking him all the way to the base of his finger. Him curling his finger against his insides to reach all the right places, pulling all the way out only to slide another finger in, scissoring them apart until he was stretched just perfect. Leon hadn’t even realised he’d been mimicking his own thoughts in his movements until he was 3 fingers deep in himself, pulling at his cock again hastily. The sounds that spilled from his lips were glorious, moans bouncing off the walls with the most heavenly grunts and groans spread through them.
This was perfect, he was stretched out as much as his fingers would allow, even if it didn’t come close to the size of his partner inside him, it was the closest he’d get right now. And right now it was enough.
Leon tugged at himself a few more times, fingers burying deep inside his ass as he found his prostate and thrust into it repeatedly. He spread his thumb across the slit of his cock when he could, his strokes speeding up until his pace was near reckless. His mind was fogged so bad, all he could see or think of were him, imagining this was his hand across his cock, his fingers in his ass- All him.
One last stroke and he was gone, a strangled moan falling from his lips as his cum splattered all over his own stomach. The blonde panted heavily as he came down from his high, pulling his fingers from his ass just made him feel empty as his mind cleared up. “Holy fuck.” He hadn’t gotten off like that in- Years. Apparently his lover really did wonders for his mind.
William Birkin/Albert Wesker
Explicit!!
Word Count: 2.4k
Tags: Omorashi, Watersports, Degredation Kink, Humiliation, Lab sex, Foot fetish, Foot Jobs, Pick crushing, Pain Kink, Praise Kink, Porn without Plot
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Other notes: Title from ...And A Song For Los Angeles by She Wants Revenge
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Albert Wesker was an unceasing lover, needier than one would ever expect, he didn’t appreciate being ignored for so long. He’d heard nothing from William in the last several days he’d been working, not a call nor an email, nothing at all. Perhaps it was time to pay the younger a visit, get the attention he truly desired and deserved, he'd make sure William never ignored him again.
The blue light of the monitor burned into William’s eyes, his fingers frantically running across the keyboard as he focused on his work, attention unwavering for even a moment. It was right there, he could feel it, all the pieces of the puzzle were falling into place, it was all starting to make sense, every strand weaving together. This was sure to be the breakthrough he’d been looking for. Countless hours and sleepless nights were about to prove their worth and he was going to make history. William had been working on the G-Virus for months now, his time totalled into the hundreds of hours, nearing their way into the thousands by now. It’d been a slow start that rapidly grew rocky, nothing worked, he felt like he had been pushing together opposing magnets, there was no hope, until he realised a fatal error he’d made at the start. Everything finally made sense and every piece slid into place, he’d been at his pc for longer than he could remember, he didn’t know when the last time he slept, eaten, gone to the bathroom or even blinked was.
It could have been days.
The sudden smooth sailing was a high of it’s own, a rush of adrenaline coming as he compiled everything into his research documents, sure he’d need to do some more practical work but for now the paperwork side of it was all theoretically sound. Hitting the period one last time he finally sighed and pushed his chair back to admire his handwork. The noise that slipped from his lips was pure relief and exhaustion releasing at once. He’d rushed the end surely but that could be recounted for in the morning, his paranoia wouldn’t allow him to not do so. He could finally rest, everything has been revaluated and readded, a vast improvement from when he first opened the document. He could rest. But still his mind raced, an unease settling in his stomach when he went to pull away. He needed to do more, the exhaustion was grasping at his mind and trying it’s hardest to settle in and make itself comfortable. William pushed through and slewed through a few more paragraphs. His attention was wrapped in his work faster than it initially slipped.
He never noticed the several knocks at the door, nor the door sliding open as a figure made it’s way inside and setting a tall glass of water down at the edge of his desk.
“William.”
The word count continued to grow at an unhealthy pace.
“William-”
Fingers smacking against the keys with a loud clack were unceasing.
The grasp on his chair as it was yanked back was the only thing to rip his mind from his studies.
“William.” Dark sunglasses met with William’s brown eyes, an expression between concerned and mildly agitated reading from the rest of his facial features. “You’ve been in here for days now, you better have a good reason for this.”
Albert Wesker was an unceasing lover, needier than one would ever expect, he didn’t appreciate being ignored for so long. He’d heard nothing from William in the time he’d been working, not a call nor an email, nothing at all. It’d annoyed him, as much as he wouldn’t outright admit, he missed the younger man around him, usually they did their studies together, or at least within the same lab. The thought of William feeling the need to avoid Albert for any reason was quickly diminished, William didn’t have the guts for that. The only think Albert could excuse as more important than himself was their work.
“Albert-” William looked completely shell shocked, mouth agape and eyes wide as reality flooded back to him. “I’ve been working on G, look.” He shuffled around to drag his chair back to his desk and took Albert along with it, gesturing over his notes the way a young child would show their mother their latest scribbled artwork. “It finally came together, Albert, finally.”
The older virologist looked over the document adamantly, taking the mouse from Birkin and scrolling back to the top to take it all in. It was well written, all of Dr. Birkin’s works were, but there were clear moments where exhaustion had threatened to take him away and parts when a refresh of his copious amounts of coffee finally kicked in. It was flawless, his best revision yet, everything was perfect… Right until the end. One line could have unravelled the whole experiment and it was lucky that Albert had came to take his attention when he did.
“It’s marvellous William, absolutely perfect.” The praise went directly to William’s head, his cheeks dusting over with a warm pink hue as it settled in, he always yearned for Albert Wesker’s approval and it always hit harder than any other of his seniors opinions. “Until here.” oh. As harsh as Albert was, he really did it all out of care, pulling him away from his work was the best for him right now, he desperately needed to relax or he was going to come out of this lab looking older than Spencer. “This line here, this doesn’t make any sense.” Albert went into a micro rant on how this one mistake could fully unravel the whole thing, wasting hours upon hours of time and their wellbeing. The effect the praise had on him quickly diminished, leaving his cheeks red in embarrassment. William needed to destress and Albert could work with this. “Really, if you’d handed this to the board you’d be a laughing stock, all over one sentence.” The thought struck William immediately, Albert was right, they’d all think he was a joke, no good for anything, it’d be humiliating.
Albert watched over William like a hawk, watching reality settle in and his thoughts turn in his mind, his cheeks reddening by the second. As much as William wouldn’t admit it outright, those implications went straight to his dick. “You’re an idiot, William.”
The grunt that came from his throat wasn’t something he could cover up nor deny, nor was the way he slowly started to harden in his pants from the slight degrading. it’d worked better than Albert had hoped, he knew that it would rile up his lover a little bit but for his hardness to already be growing in his slacks just from being called an idiot? Oh he could have fun with this.
“Not to mention you’ve ignored me entirely for 2 days. How rude.” Albert was right by the other’s shoulder now, his warm breath caressing his ear as he spoke, voice lowering to a soft growl as he carried on. “What kind of a boyfriend are you if you can’t even check in?”
William shuddered at the sensation, his mind rapidly slipping. “Al, I’m sorry-” It clicked in his mind what was going on, he knew what game they were playing now. He brought his gaze back to Albert with the saddest puppy dog eyes he could muster.
“Ignoring me for some stupid work document? You’re not even on the clock, Birkin. You’d be best to step away before you fuck it up even more.“ He pulled his chair away from the desk again, spinning it around as he grabbed the base of William’s tie and dragged him down onto the floor, leaving him to stare up at him with a lovesick gaze, the sickening sweetness of the love in his eyes despite the humiliation of being below him went directly to Albert’s dick. “Good boy. You can follow simple commands.” It’d always surprise William just how much degradation Albert could fit into a compliment. He was really here on his own agenda, pent up and needy for relief, and who else was he meant to turn to? His right hand? Not when he had a perfectly good boyfriend.
Keeping his tight grasp on his lovers tie, he bent down for a kiss, encapsulating the others lips in his own harshly, feeling the need and desire they both felt seeping into it. Pulling away he relished in the sight of his partner below him, already writhing from a few choice words, always knowing just what strings to pluck to get these reactions from him. “Pathetic, look at you. This riled up already from a couple of words, really William?” He looked even more sheepish, attempting to hide the flush that was spreading along his body as he looked up at his lover. “Bet you’re far more pent up than you’d so care to admit.” It felt as if he was always right. “The thought of being humiliated in front of people got you that flustered?” Another soft groan slipped from William at that. Albert finally decided to take things a little further, pressing his foot between William’s legs as he watched him start to squirm at the picture he painted.
The sight was quickly growing heated, all thoughts of William’s work were far behind him as he tented in his pants, his hardness rubbing against the seams of his fly as the tip of Albert’s shoe pressed against his balls, his hips rocking to chase the friction subconsciously. God he wouldn’t last long like this, every feeling felt so amplified after he’d left even himself neglected for so long, he really hadn’t taken any time for himself recently. Watching him grow needier, Albert moved his foot, shifting to press the sole against William’s bulge, drawing the most stunning yelp from the younger man. A yelp of pleasure, but also a yelp of realisation. William could not recall the last time he’d went to the toilet and it was rapidly becoming apparent that it wasn’t any time recently. He choked a little on his words, feeling the need settle harshly into him. “Albert- Hold on, please- I need-” His words were cut off by frantic and desperate grunts and squirms that only made the pressure against him worse as he tried to stand, only to be shoved back to the floor by the sole of Albert’s shoe.
“Need what, William?” The whiniest groan came from the younger blonde’s lips, he really didn’t want to have to admit what he needed. “I need to go.” Albert ground his shoe in harder, forcing pressure directly into his bladder, fully aware of the situation. “Go where?” Curses came from William like a hushed symphony. “The toilet, Al, please.” Gods, his begging was delicious, but it wasn’t enough.
“Too bad.” With that, he ground his foot against him as hard as he could, pressing all of his body weight against William’s cock, leaning over him as he started to palm himself through his own pants, as much as he was enjoying the sight beneath him, he knew he was also putting on quite the show for the younger. “Look at you, such a mess. What if they could see you in this state.” Albert let out a chuckle, pressing his foot harder against him. “If only.” Several grunts slid from William as he tried his darndest to hold back, the pain and the need mixing and slipping into pleasure as he failed his struggle to hold on any longer, wetting through his pants and down his own legs, coating the sole of Albert’s shoe in his own urine. “How embarrassing.” William’s hips only bucked harder into Albert’s foot now, the friction so delicious as he was already so close to that sweet release he didn’t even know he was craving, much like the older man.
Albert lightened his hold a bit, admiring the sight as he tended to himself instead, pulling his dick from his pants and stroking it as he admired his messy handywork beneath him. It made him feel so powerful, just how easily he could make William into such a mess beneath him with such little effort, hell, he didn’t even need to get his hands dirty, the sight alone brought him closer than he’d ever expect.
He kept rubbing against the other, firmly, watching him chase with lust as he followed his own need. “Al- Haah-” The shallow and desperate whimpers below him brought his attention fully to the other man. “I’m- Nngh- Close.” The smile that came across his lips was more genuine than most people would ever see from him. He’d had his humiliating fun, now it was time to take his spoils and make the other happy too, pressing his foot against the younger man just the way he liked to rub against him, getting just the right angle that drove him insane.
“Cum for me then.”
As if on cue William let out the highest pitched cry of the evening and burst in his soaked pants, sticky cum mixing with the urine that was already starting to dry as his breathy pants filled the room. “Good boy.” Albert’s own motions quickened as he looked at the state below him of his fully spent and still fully clothed boyfriend. Certainly a sight to behold and one he wouldn’t dare share with anyone. It was the most glorious thing he’d ever seen, only one more thing could make it better… With a harsh grasp at the end of his cock, Albert grunted out his own release, aiming the head so his sticky seed splattered all over William’s face, a glob of it landing on his lips, only to be licked up just as quickly.
He took a moment to recompose himself, stepping back and tucking himself back into his pants, looking just as put together as he did before he came into the room.
William was staring at him again with that pathetic look of love, a thankfulness he didn’t know he was storing inside, it was all over as quick as it had started and it had his head in the clouds. “So, is that what you wanted, or just a benefit?”
Albert chose to ignore the youngers remark, clearing his throat and moving to take one of the spill towels they kept on a shelf in the lab and handing it to William.
“Clean yourself up, I’ll help you finish up that document tomorrow and we can schedule a meeting with the board about it. We’ll get the funding, make G a success, all by your work.”
Who knew if that was what Albert initially wanted or not, who cared it worked for both of their needs immensely.
Leon S. Kennedy/Leon S. Kennedy (re2 x re4)
Explicit!!
Word Count: 1.4k
Tags: Selfcest, Quickies, Masturbation, Handjobs, Reuinion sex (kind of), Fluff, Smut, Comfort No hurt, Leon/Leon, Leoncest, M/M
Read here on Ao3
Other notes: This is a sequel but can be read as a standalone, first fic can be found here: Ao3 + tumblr
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Sometimes missions take the older Leon away for longer than the other likes, he needs to take care of himself somehow.
Living with yourself would never really be normal-normal, but it was as normal as they made it. They had dinner together every night unless one was away with work, weekly movie nights became a bit more than weekly, and the house didn’t feel so desolate anymore. The younger Leon had his own room decorated to himself now, they’d somehow managed to work around legal identity issues with Hunnigan’s help and they both had their own jobs, as much as being a barista was out of the youngers field of expertise.
The older had been away for a while on a work trip that’d gone longer than expected, a few nights turning into just over a week. The rookie, as Leon had affectionately stuck with calling him, was curled up on the couch in one of the blankets off the others bed, wrapped tight around him while some evening movie special played on the tv. He missed him more than he thought he would, as much as he hated to admit it and wouldn’t dare to to anyone else, being alone in the empty house and coming home to silence was staring to grind on him. He was somewhat used to it, but when it was longer than he had prepared for was when it played on his mind more than usual.
The movie was mundane, something about two lovers and some disaster that was destined to keep them apart that they had to keep defying, he could care less with the movie being nothing more than something to kill time. Leon stared at the screen, shifting uncomfortably as the cool air threatened to seep in through the blanket. The movie was almost over, the lovers had reunited and things were getting steamy. At least sex scenes in movies were less uncomfortable when watching alone. The movie ended and Leon just stared at the credits blankly, eventually shifting to turn the tv off and grabbing the blanket and moving to his own bed. Might as well go to bed, nothing else to do when the loneliness was making itself comfortable.
Staring at the ceiling, the rookie’s thoughts wandered. How different the movie night could have been with the other Leon, all cuddled up against him, their warmth seeping into one another. There wouldn’t be a need for the heating to be turned up so high in the winter night if they had one another. It was a long trail they wandered down, going from cute and cuddly to how much he missed the others hands on his body. He couldn’t resist even the thought, squirming in place as his own hands wandered against his skin. He was hard against his pants from the thoughts alone, his gently rutting in search of more friction. Lost in his own thoughts, Leon never noticed the front door unlocking nor opening and closing. He took no notice of the sounds of boots being placed by the door, a bag being dumped and a coat being placed on the coat rack in the entryway. He was so lost in his mind, small gasps slipping from his lips as he snuck his hand beneath the waistband of his pants, still searching for the feelings he so desired.
The older Leon had finally made it home, the darkness in the house made him think that the other was out for the night or had already gone to bed. He made himself comfortable, putting his boots away and shedding his layer of outerwear. His phone had gone flat on the way home, hence why he hadn’t let the younger know of his arrival. Plus, maybe it’d be a nice surprise. If he was asleep he could leave a little trinket or such on his bedside table, or tuck him in with a nice forehead kiss. Moving to the bathroom, it was only on his way past did Leon notice the others bedroom light still on, seeping through the crack of the slightly open door. The blonde stopped, hearing faint noises come from the room. Was that.. Moaning? A moment longer and he was sure his ears were not betraying him.
Should he have moved on my now? Surely. Was this kind of disgusting of him to still be here, listening in when the other clearly had no idea he was there? He didn’t really want to think about that right now. The rookie’s moans grew louder and more desperate, grunts and groans making their way into it. Fuck, Leon missed that sound. He couldn’t help but palm himself through his pants softly, the noises were so obscene it was like a melody to his ears. “Leon-” The older's movements stopped immediately, fearing his cover had been blown. The moans persisted though, his name once again littering itself between them. Oh fuck.
Thoughts getting the best of him, the agent slipped through the door. Somehow, the younger still didn’t notice him, eyes screwed shut as his hand quickly worked at himself. He looked so cute and disheveled, pants haphazardly pulled to his knees in desperation and his shirt peeled up his chest as he tweaked his own nipple between his forefinger and thumb. His eyes were screwed shut so tightly that it wrinkled the skin around them. A gorgeous sight. Leon needed to get his hands all over it. He moved closer, waiting for a moment when the rookie abandoned his cock in favour of caring for both his nipples to wrap his own fist around his cock. The youngers eyes immediately flew open at the contact, a loud gasp filling the room as his eyes darted to the hand around his cock then to the man it belonged to.
“Leon!” The younger stopped teasing himself to wrap his arms around the other, the largest smile crossing his face as he hung on for what felt like dear life, slamming his face into the other for the sloppiest, most desperate kiss he could muster. “I missed you.”
Leon reciprocated the hug and the kiss, only shifting back slightly when the kiss broke. “I can tell.” The tone of his voice carried a soft tease, his hand not leaving the other dick as he began to stroke it firmly. His arousal never dwindled, still staying as stiff as he started under the others grasp. The reunion theatrics were cut short for the more pressing matters at hand, the agent slipped onto the bed besides the other, wrapping his free arm around him and pulling him close. This was a lot softer than they usually were, the longing settling in softness rather than the expected carnal need and lust the older expected when he arrived. He kept stroking the other one firmly, watching him nearly ball up into his side as he kept stroking him gently, rapidly bringing him to the edge.
He whispered sweet nothings into the others ear as he kept up the motions, bathing in the warmth and glory of the moans slipping from the younger. Leon knew he was close, it was such a telltale when he started to squirm again. “Come on, show me how much you missed me.” That brought a deeper, more lustful, grunt from the rookie as his grip on Leon tightened. “Close.. Haah-” The agent tightened his grip and quickened his pace, brushing his thumb across the tip of the others dick and smearing precum all over. It only took a few more strokes until the younger cried out, silenced by the older's lips against his own as his hips bucked into his hand uncontrollably, his sticky cum spurting messily all over his stomach and the other’s hand.
Their pace slowed, everything finally winding down as the rookie rode out his orgasm, hips finally steadying against the other. “Oh my god…” They took a moment for them both to come back to their senses, sharing another short and sweet kiss before pulling away from each other and cleaning the younger up.
“You okay?” A soft nod came from the rookie as he pulled his clothes back on. “Yeah, yeah. You didn’t say you were on the way home!” He just looked flustered now, face a light but saturated pink as he shyed away from his gaze. “My phone died on the way home, sorry rookie.”
They finally made up for the lost closeness, it was always such a relief when the agent returned home safe and things could go back to normal.
What happens in this timeline, stays in this timeline
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Leon S.Kennedy/Leon S.Kennedy (re2 x re4)
Explicit!
Word Count: 5.4k
Tags: Selfcest, time travelling, slowish burn, blowjob, couch sex, smut, Leon/Leon, Leoncest, M/M, Porn with Plot
Read here on Ao3 (recommended due to length)
Other notes: Sequel can be found here: Ao3 + tumblr
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Leon had encountered more bioweapons than he could count, things with more eyes than he could count, more legs than he could count, and more heads than he could count; he'd never encountered this before, though. A bioweapon that looked exactly like him in his 20s, standing still clad in his R.P.D. uniform, begging for his life before him.
“And why shouldn't I shoot you?” Leon sneered, knuckles white with the grip on his handgun, barrel pointed straight at the space between the others eyebrows.
He'd touched down from Spain only days before, still in the paranoia high after he'd returned the president's daughter and been checked over at the hospital. Right after being allowed to go on his own merry way, he'd been called about a minor breakout nearby, something that he could clear in but a few hours on his own. It had all gone to plan; the bioweapons were still in their early mutations, only a couple of extra limbs here and there compared to being complete monstrosities. One bullet to the brain did them in immediately, their bodies slumping to the ground in a pile to be dealt with by a decontamination squad later on.
But this problem couldn’t wait for any other squads, not like they’d have a squad to help that wouldn’t try to dissect him like a frog in a high school science lab.
“Because I’m not like them! Please—please believe me.” The younger version of Leon certainly wasn’t wavering in his charade; perhaps he was the real deal. After all, he didn’t seem to have anything wrong with him or out of the ordinary, nothing besides being the agent’s own spitting image 6 years ago. “I—I know you have no reason to, but I’m just a police officer, and I—It’s my first day on the job, and there were these monsters, and now I have no idea how I ended up here. Please.”
Clearly this... thing. wasn’t what Leon thought it was. This wasn’t a bioweapon; this was so much more human. The begging definitely struck a soft spot in Leon’s heart. He remembered this feeling and remembered just how vulnerable he really was on his first day. Requesting a fact that only he would know about himself, he received an anecdote from high school that had him visibly recoil, protest for the other to be quiet coming from his own mouth as he lowered his gun. The look on the younger’s face immediately relaxed, a sigh audible from how far apart they stood; honestly, Leon thought the other was going to cry, but thankfully he kept composed enough to do so.
“Alright rookie, I believe you. Come on, with me until this is cleared, watch my back, and I will have yours.”
The rookie, as Leon had somewhat affectionately started calling him, clung to the older for dear life until the outbreak was cleaned up, even with no answers as to where the younger man had come from. Leon had come to accept that he was here now and that was that, and it seemed the younger had come to the same conclusion and that he was now the older one's problem. Taking their leave after a final scout of the area, Leon took a call with HQ to report his findings and confirm the area was safe. This came with its own issues, though.
“Yes, the area is cleared and secured. I have one survi-” Something tugged at his mind; did HQ really need to know about this? No. No, they didn’t. The woman on the other end of the call asked Leon to repeat himself, soon nagging into his ear as he stood and stared, contemplating as she thought he’d lost connection. “Nothing, sorry Hunnigan, the area is secure and clear, no abnormalities in the outbreak, that’s all I have to report.”
The trip home was quiet and somewhat awkward; eventually getting back to Leon’s apartment, the rookie quickly found himself relaxing into his environment. It was his home after all, even if it wasn’t quite the same. It somehow seemed even less lived in than it had before; it was clean and tidy, but not quite cosy. Clearly as he aged, he spent less and less time at home, perhaps out on missions. His attention was quickly stolen by the small display of photos atop a unit; there were only a few, but they all seemed to show significant meaning, one of which stood out to the rookie himself. At the end of the police training academy, there he was, front row, sitting on the bench looking absolutely proud of punch of himself. What were such fond memories to the rookie had a bittersweet taste to the older. There was another photo, one that seemed far more recent, of Leon with some blonde girl; they both looked incredibly dishevelled, neither of them ready for a photo nor particularly willing looking. The rookie was about to ask a handful of questions regarding the image before Leon took his attention.
“This is how this is going to go. You’re going to stay with me until we work this out.” Said so confidently by a man with not a hint of a plan. He was lucky to have a spare room, not quite something someone could call a bedroom from all the storage boxes and a dusty, unused desk, but there was a bed, so that’d do. The younger man nodded, placing the photo frame in his hands back on the unit and following the older man as he gestured for him to follow him down the apartment, showing him the kitchen, bathroom, his own room, etc., etc., until they came to the spare room. “I know it isn’t much, we’ll go get you some new bedsheets and tidy it up a bit. Make yourself settled.”
He seemed to take that more as an order than a request, Leon taking to his own room as the rookie shed himself of his tactical gear, finally a bit more comfortable in just his uniform-assigned cargo pants and the long-sleeved white shirt that he wore under his uniform shirt. It looked a little funny, but it was far more pleasant to get comfortable in than so many layers. Leon soon appeared in the doorway, gesturing for the other to come with him; he really wasn’t joking when he said they were going out to get new bedsheets; all he could do was pray that no one realised they were quite literally the same person and just chalked it up to them being related at best.
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Time passed with little to no developments; neither of the men had any clue what the younger was doing here, how he got here, or how to get him back home. Over the last few weeks, Leon had tried contacting any scientists he knew, but none of them had any answers regarding time or multidimensional travel; all they could draw up were blanks. No one else in similar fields could yield any answers for him either; his vagueness most likely didn’t help his situation either, but he wasn't willing to share too much information and risk the well-being of the rookie.
Although, as time carried on, it didn’t seem like either of them particularly cared to strive to find answers as desperately as they once had. Leon found the nights to be a bit less lonely with the company, and the rookie found he hadn’t particularly left much behind, especially when Leon explained how their life was about to go after that first unfortunate day on the job. They'd gotten used to each other, comfortable in what now wasn't an eerily silent apartment from either timeline. They had dinner together a couple of nights a week that eventually ended up being most nights; movie nights eventually came after a few weeks. It was easy to find things to enjoy when they were the same person.
It was nice to come home to someone, Leon thought. Those days in the office certainly took a toll on him, so coming home to someone to talk to about his day or whatever was a welcomed change of pace, especially when it was someone who understood what was going on. More often than not, the rookie would even make dinner when Leon worked a night shift; he wasn't half bad, and nothing beat the sensation of opening the front door to the smell of a freshly homecooked dinner. Things were changing, and it was nice.
Leon hadn't realised he'd been staring straight through the younger him. Sat on the end of the lounge, he was watching some documentary on TV, all curled up in one of Leon's bigger hoodies that looked substantially larger than usual on a younger him. He couldn't deny it; he definitely did something to him. The thought had been crawling under Leon's skin for about a week now, just how nice and cosy the last couple of months had been, how much of a change this man had made in his life; he really felt as if a hole in his heart and mind had been filled, nicely bandaged up and looked after. He was still staring, the world rapidly passing him by as his mind raced at a similar pace. There had to be something wrong with him, right? There was no way this was right. He was looking at himself for God's sake. And looking at the man sitting on the couch made his heart race. Leon didn’t know what to do with these feelings. He kept walking, pushing the thoughts aside as he basically barrelled out of the room, his accidental stomping catching the attention of the rookie and bringing his attention to just see Leon’s behind disappear into his bedroom. Odd. It didn’t take up much of his mind, though; whatever was on the TV seemed to be far more of his concern.
Tonight was one of those movie nights they’d been having, a good way to wind down and relax after Leon had a big day at work, coming home to dinner from the rookie and then enjoying some old sci-fi horror movie they’d found to put on. On one end of the couch, the rookie was all curled up in the same hoodie as earlier, a pair of comfy shorts, and clutching a pillow to his chest, a sight that most certainly warmed the older’s heart. The older on the other end just had a comfy t-shirt and long pyjama pants, half-heartedly watching the movie as his thoughts continued to slowly fill up his mind.
“Leon?” The rookie’s voice managed to push through the cloudy sky that was his mind, blue eyes staring at him in the glow of the TV. “Everything alright? You seem more stressed than usual.” The younger was far, far better at hiding his emotions; his mind had been on a similar path, thoroughly enjoying this domestic life he’d built with his older self. Finding he had no desire to go back to his own timeline, he was more than happy to be settled in here for the long run, even if the concept of it all was a bit strange to the outside eye and was a bit of a nightmare to deal with legally; that was a bit beneath the pair, as no one really tended to question the government agent. The life itself was nice; he’d become quite the house husband, if he said so himself, with all the cooking and cleaning, taking care of himself and the house while Leon worked, not to mention taking care of the other Leon, something he’d thoroughly come to enjoy. It made his chest warm and his skin tingle, a small blush forming on his cheeks even as he just thought about it. The thoughts played pinball in his head; had he really managed to catch feelings for an older version of himself? Yeah, he’d had crushes on a couple of boys before; that wasn’t the weird bit; the weird bit was that it was himself.
The older only watched from the corner of his eye, trying his best to not pay too much attention to the man currently staring into his soul through his ear, or at least that’s what it felt like. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just work.” The younger didn’t buy it for a second, still staring for another moment before redirecting his attention back to the TV, taking in the last of the other expression before doing so. Something about it all made his feelings tug at him more than usual. It was only now that Leon could draw his attention towards the other, seeing the light blush across the other’s cheeks and finally clocking their last interaction as a little odd. Surely it wasn’t the movie causing that blush; if it was, then they had some serious talking to do about the youngers ‘interests.’.
Both of their attention was clearly starting to drift from the movie, the younger growing quite fidgety and shuffling around constantly with his pillow and the older just finding other things in the room that begged for his attention more than the TV; apparently the start of this movie was far better than the middle and at this rate, probably the ending. The rookie was the one to break the silence, finally noticing that Leon wasn’t particularly paying attention to the movie anymore either. “So, I know I’ve been staying here for a while now and should probably know this already, but do you have anyone special in your life, Leon?”
His self-awareness somewhat confused Leon; it was quite obvious he didn’t have anyone, but perhaps the photos that caught the rookie’s attention on the first day brought some questions up in his mind. “No, haven’t in years. Why’s that?”
Oh, the younger didn’t have an excuse for why he was asking; he knew exactly why he was asking, and it was purely selfish, and he didn’t particularly want to share just yet. “Just curious.”
“Alright.” The conversation was quite stale, but it still fell far from being uncomfortable, and it certainly was more exciting than anything else happening right now. “How about you?” Again, a question he already fine well knew the answer to, but felt the need to ask in return, the air taking on a slightly different feel now. The rookie just shook his head in response. Even already being aware of this, it felt somewhat like a revelation to Leon; still, a bit of shock coursed through him for a split second. Was it just Leon, or has the younger gotten closer to him? He didn’t seem quite so curled into the edge of the couch now, and his general body language had opened up, his body twisted towards Leon. “Hard to believe.”
The rookie just laughed; they ended up having a small conversation about their own romantic experiences, nothing the older didn’t know, but the younger seemed fascinated in his elder self's romantic (and sometimes a little sexual) forays. He did find it a little strange that he hadn’t settled down with anyone, but that did come with the line of work he supposed; a lot of people just didn’t quite get it, but they both understood, and it made their odd little dynamic they’d slowly developed work out; that’s not something that could work out with just anyone; they both were vibrantly aware of that fact. They were both comfortable and mostly relaxed, although Leon’s feelings were starting to crawl under his skin as he sat with his other self; he didn’t have a reason to not shoot his shot now. After all, they were the same person, so surely they were feeling the same, or at least the same curiosity was tugging at the younger blonde.
“Hey...” The interruption surprised Leon, who immediately noticed that the others eyes were directed at the floor now, watching his own toes curl and uncurl as he clearly thought through what he was trying to say. He brought his gaze to the other, softening as the turmoil still twisted the rookie’s expressions; he questioned what the other had to say, his head tilting slightly. “Have you ever thought about kissing yourself?” It caught Leon completely off guard, but he managed to feign his feelings with a chuckle, his eyes drawn to the blue ones that now stare sheepishly at himself. He knew exactly where his younger self was going with this; it was so obvious. The way his body language presented towards Leon now made sense too.
“Guess I have.” This response made the rookie’s cheeks flush a much deeper shade of pink than Leon had anticipated, he seemed so frazzled by the others response and Leon only wanted to delve further into that reception. “Why? Do you want to try?” He moved in closer to his younger self, bodies close enough that he could begin to feel the warmth radiating off the other even if they weren’t quite touching, his arm lounging over the back of the couch and behind the younger.
The rookie gave a soft nod as he leant in, closing the distance slowly as the older took a gentle hold of his chin, guiding him into the kiss, both men relishing in the soft warmth as their lips connected. The older’s lips were significantly rougher; they weren’t unpleasant, but they were clearly more aged and harsher from the elements; they’d been wind-chapped several times over. The youngers were softer, not quite soft to the point he regularly took care of them with lip balm or other treatments, though he did so sparingly. The overall sensation, though, was far from uncomfortable; something felt so wrong about it in the right way. They both knew what was going on; they were aware they were currently kissing themself. It felt taboo, but at the same time, it was something that should realistically be completely impossible. So really, what was the issue? It wasn’t as if anyone was to know; the world didn’t even know the younger Leon was currently residing in this timeline anyway.
Eventually their breath grew short, and the younger man pulled away, his pupils more dilated than he cared to admit as he stared at the older version of himself. Leon just raised an eyebrow, a smirk riding across his lips as he pulled the other in for another kiss, this one growing deeper than the other, Leon swiping his tongue across the younger's lips with added vigour. Breaching his lips, Leon seemed hungry as his tongue explored the other’s mouth, taking in every little piece of the oh-so-familiar orifice and dragging several little grunts from the younger man the more he prodded. Their hands began to roam, the rookie taking first post on the older’s body, taking a cautious grip on his waist. Leon chuckled into the kiss, pressing his hands atop the youngers and pushing them further into his skin; he was nervous? Cute.
Moving away from one another, the rookie was panting as if he'd just run the distance of the time they passed, bringing another chuckle from the older.
“Enjoying yourself?” Leon taunted, taking the younger's lower lip between his thumb and pointer finger and examining his mouth with a bit more of a fixation than he’d admit. The rookie hummed with a nod in response, a soft moan escaping his mouth as he got examined, his own eyes fixated on the older as he pondered what was next, the heat pooling in him starting to drive him slightly up the wall in the best way possible, and it was getting obvious from just how red he was growing and how much he was fidgeting. Leon took this as an invitation, slipping his thumb into his mouth to pull a reaction, and oh, was the reaction glorious, a soft moan and the rookie near immediately wrapping his lips around the lone finger and sucking gently. Had he done this before? Leon could've sworn he was a virgin at this point in life... Although he also hadn't kissed himself at that point either.
Leon was still intrigued by how happily and willingly the other took his thumb, still sucking it and running his tongue against the side as Leon started to move it around a bit before slipping another finger in to another hum. The feeling went straight to Leon's dick; the warm wetness and soft suckling sensation sent warmth spiralling down his body, already making itself comfortable between his hips. Did the other Leon feel this way too? By the sounds slipping around his fingers, he assumed so. Maybe this was insane. Maybe they were crazy. The air was still quite stiff around them, a sweetness slowly entering past the tension that hung in the air thicker than molasses. Was this a confession? Leon knew it was. Did the rookie feel the same, though? For a moment he wanted to pull away and talk about it before they went too far. But this didn't really seem like the time for smart decisions.
Leaning further into the touch, the rookie whined as Leon's fingers ceased moving, the others minds clearly elsewhere, and in all honesty, the rookie just wanted it back on him. He wanted all of the other man, wanted his hands on his body and lips pressed to his own, hands on his cock, and now his mind was slightly elsewhere, the thoughts going straight to his dick and the boner he was struggling to conceal. His desire for a soft and forbidden relationship with himself seemed to turn him on far more than he should or could admit; falling in love was one thing, but sheer desperation to have this man any which way he desired to take him was a whole other thing, and it seemed they were skipping all the soft loving.
Right now it was time for his cock to take control of the thinking.
Leon started to wriggle his fingers again, finally back down to earth after what felt like an agonisingly long about 20 seconds but removed them quite soon to the younger's dismay. "You're not half bad at that.” He absolutely preened at the praise, his flush deepening as he softly thanked Leon for it.
Fuck. That was too cute. Fuck anything rational; he could love him softly later.
“You're in for it now.”
The fact the rookie didn't retreat and simply looked morbidly intrigued was enough consent for Leon.
Swiftly, Leon grabbed the smaller man by the waist and hefted him on top of his own lap and hungrily took his lips to the others as the younger wrapped his arms around his waist, his poor effort at hiding his boner becoming more apparent than ever. It felt like time and space was collapsing in on them as they made out for what could have been 2 seconds or 20 minutes, hours even, both clearly growing more aroused between them even if they didn't think that was possible, Leon's erection pressing against the rookie's ass, and no, there was no point even trying to cover it up.
Leon bucked his hips up into the other, eliciting a loud, almost squeal from the other as he pulled out of the kiss, a grin crossing his lips as the other smiled softly, nervousness still settling into his expression. That one buck felt like the floodgates were opened, and any awkwardness between them faded away as Leon took a hold of the younger's waist and thrust up into him again, friction pressing against his ass harshly as he did so, the rookie's body shuddering each time he did, and the smallest moans beginning to slip from his lips as Leon found a slow pace to move at, the friction from his pants only adding to the feeling, but fuck, was the way his cock pressed against it starting to hurt. He kissed the other again, a hand against the side of his face holding his hair out of the way so he could stare into his blue eyes to his heart's content, and he gently pressed his thumb into the side of his cheek and ran it in small circles, feeling the small vibrations against his lips from the seeping moans from the younger. Little groans were coming from Leon now, just rutting against the other as he ground down, growing more enthusiastic by the minute. He wasn’t losing his steam, no, but something about this had to change before he busted in his pants.
“C’mon, up. I need to get these off.” The rookie shifted off of him and stood awkwardly in front, staring more than he meant as the older man shed his pants and shirt; he didn’t shed any of his own clothes, quite content in the other's hoodie and tiny sleep shorts, which upon further review, the hoodie did more to cover his lower half than those shorts. Leon eventually brought his attention to the other man and then looked over himself. “What? Just gonna stare?” The rookie jumped at this as if being torn back to reality and his senses as Leon just splayed himself in front of him, spreading his legs and resting his back into the couch, laying himself out like an invitation.
“No—” And what an invitation it was. The rookie was on his knees now, staring up at the other with these puppy dog eyes as he carefully began to rub at his crotch, feeling the size through the soft cotton as it stood already rock hard; it was large, far larger than his own, and he supposed he’d grow into that someday, even if he wasn’t as far off as he personally believed. They were really doing this, huh. With a nod and full clearance, he pulled the other's underwear down just low enough for his cock to spring out, a slight jump to it and an impressive sight; the rookie quickly took it into his hand, running his fist up and down, still staring in sheer admiration and occasionally making eye contact with the other who was already enjoying himself, cheeks deepening and heart rate picking up. The rookie dribbled his own spit down his tongue for a moment before licking up the side of Leon’s cock, watching it jump a little in response as he reached the tip, the whole thing pulsating as he wrapped his lips around the tip and started sucking.
“Fuck—Leon—” That was the first time Leon called the younger by his name.
He only moved faster, his full attention directed at the others cock as he sunk even deeper, a hand slowly tangling itself into his hair and pressing a gentle pressure to it as he continued on, peering up. Leon had his head back now, fingers weaving through the younger's hair carelessly as he sat there looking blissed out just from the head. Taking the relaxation as a prompt, the rookie slowed down, leisurely running his tongue against his dick and taking in the sweet taste of his precum as he spread it around his mouth; salty and sweet, it was a more pleasant taste than he had been expecting. He shoved his own pants down, unbeknownst to the older, and pulled out his own cock, fisting it gently as he continued. Soft grunts and groans rolled from Leon’s mouth as the rookie took his time, both of them enjoying this greatly as Leon’s arousal began to take hold of him again, pressing against the rookie’s head and pressing him down more again and pushing him to go faster and harder once again. They sat at this pace for a while until Leon’s cock felt as if it was pulsating again, his groans coming more frequently with deep moans joining them. He really was good. The younger had brought himself to whines and moans around Leon’s cock; the stimulation coming from his act of service and his own hand around himself was making him grow needier and needier, the whines rapidly growing needy as they pulled Leon’s attention to him. “What is it?”
“I—” A pant. “Need—please.” He kept panting, gently resting his head against Leon’s cock as he rubbed his cheek against it, eyes half-lidded amidst his flushed face. The older smirked and patted his lap, “Come on then.”
Leon helped the younger onto his lap, pulling his hoodie off the other on the way up, their cocks pressing against one another as he shifted the younger into a spot that was comfortable for them both. Hands quickly wandered to the other's ass, squishing and playing with the soft flesh for a moment before a finger made its way to his asshole, pressing against it, pressing a high-pitched and borderline shameful moan from the rookie.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes—God, yes, please—”
Leon sucked his own finger off for a moment, lathering them in a thick layer of spit and bringing them back to the rookie’s tightness, prodding and pressing against it for a moment before he poked it in to the first knuckle. A long, pleased, and needy moan came from the rookie, Leon taking his time letting it settle and stretch around him before he wriggled it a little and drew short moans from the other. Pleased with himself and the young man against him, he did this with 2 more fingers until he was properly stretched out.
“Ready?” A shaky nod from the other. “Yeah,”
Reangling them both, Leon lined up and slowly pushed in, revelling in the feeling and the long, deep moan that came from the other as he bottomed out. The rookie collapsed onto his lover’s chest, head buried in the other's neck as his arms wrapped tightly around him as if he was bracing for dear life. A few gentle thrusts and he already looked fuck drunk, moans falling from his mouth with each thrust as he clenched around the other. “Just how close are you?” The rookie just shined in response, burying his face further as the older chuckled and continued fucking into him from below and savouring those moans and his own too. They kept at it for a good while, slowing and speeding up again, playing with rhythm and pacing aligned with how hard Leon went up into him, sometimes stopping to let the rookie grind down into him for a moment until he whined out, especially needily. They shared a knowing look, the youngers more apologetic and the older’s more mischievous.
Leon fucked him even harder and faster than he had all night, holding onto the rookie’s waist tightly as he thrust up into him, holding him firmly in place as the younger wrapped his arms even tighter around him. “Leon... I’m going to—” “I know, I know. Me too.” He fucked up into him as hard as he could, heat now boiling in his pelvis as every part of him felt like it was about to explode as the rookie tightened around him, his own hips shaking with each impact. Leon’s grip dug into flesh, nails threatening to break skin as he pulled Leon down flush against him, hips shuddering as he let his load go in the other grunts and along moan flooding from him as the rookie reached his own end, burying his teeth into Leon’s shoulder harshly as he came all over both of their stomachs, fully collapsing and laying all over the older as he came down from his high in a string of moans and heavy pants.
They both just lay there for a second, their arms wrapped around one another as they relaxed, skin to skin and seeping each other's heat. The older was the first to move, brushing the rookie’s hair from his forehead and kissing it gently. “You okay? Not too much?”
There was a head shake on his chest with muffled speech, “No,” he lifted his head now, resting his chin as he made eye contact with the other. “You were great.”
“Good” And another kiss to the others forehead, Leon rubbed his back for a moment, making sure his breathing had evened out completely before getting up. “Come on, we gotta clean up; we’re both gross.” With a grunt of protest from the other, they eventually peeled apart. “Let’s hit the shower.”
Was this going to be the first and last time? Most likely not. Nor was it likely that either of them would be putting much effort into getting the younger Leon home.
