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Young at Heart

Summary: You’ve always teased Leon about his age, and you assumed he was fine with it since he never told you to stop, and he didn’t seem to care much. But when he comes back from a mission feeling like his age is catching up to him, you quickly push aside your teasing in favor of assuring him that his age doesn’t matter, and that you loved him all the same.

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Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, angst, swearing, insecurities about age, teasing about age, hair pulling, age gap, established relationship, pet names, nicknames, 18+.

You’ve always been attracted to older men. The men your age were fine, you guessed, but anyone younger than you felt like you were trying to date some random guy fresh out of high school with the maturity of a preteen. It wasn’t what you wanted at all.

Everyone has their type, and yours is older, wiser, and nothing short of a DILF.

How you managed to score yourself one of the hottest men you’re sure has ever walked the planet, you’ll never know. What you do know is that you wanted him for life, and you wanted other girls who gave him the fuck me eyes everytime you and he go out to take a hike.

Leon is the oldest man you’ve ever been with… by quite a few years, but you and he worked. You didn’t pressure him and you understood that he’s got trauma dating back to when you were just a kid, and that you would never be able to fix everything for him. But you could be there for him, and that was all he needed.

He was also extremely good looking, and after seeing photos of him when he was a bit younger, you could confidently say that he only gets better with age.

Leon was subtly cocky, sarcastic, and his humor was so fucking odd and out of nowhere somtimes, you had no choice but to laugh. Some found his humor dry, but it was so fitting for a guy like him, they’d know that if they knew him, but he didn’t really let many people get close to him.

It was a miracle that he let you get close to him, and you considered yourself a very lucky woman. Not only did you capture the attention of Leon Kennedy, but you also captured his heart, like he’d captured yours.

Right from the start, he’d been vocal about the significant age gap between you and him. When you first met, he wasn’t sure if he should even be talking to you since you looked more than a few years younger than him, but when you assured him that you were well into your thirties, he relaxed a bit more and let you get closer to him.

And closer you got.

Slowly but surely, he stopped making such a big deal over the fifteen year age gap, and instead focused on putting most of his time into, what he has told you, is the best relationship he’d ever been in. Sure, there was an obvious difference in age between you, but it never bothered either of you since you, again, just worked, and that was one of the most important things in a relationship.

When you met Leon just over two and a half years ago, you were knocked straight on your ass. He was by far the most attractive man you’d ever seen, and he was older, and by the way he spoke to you that night, it was obvious that he was wise. He looked nothing short of a DILF, despite him not having kids but looking like he’d faced the struggles of fatherhood with the stress lines permanently visible on his forehead and around his eyes.

He was exactly your type, but it turns out you hadn’t really been his.

You’d learned that he’d been with older women for most of his life, only taking a chance on a handful of ones that were younger than him, only for them to blow up in his face. But you were different, he’s told you, and he’d taken a chance on you, and it turned out to be one of the best decisions of his life.

Now, over two years later, you both were as happy as ever, living together, and very much in love.

And you were a pretty normal couple, despite Leon’s job that required him to leave you for weeks, sometimes months, at a time. You laughed together, cooked together, went on dates, spent quite a few nights out of the week tangled together in the sheets, and you joked with each other.

Well, you did most of the joking, but Leon was a tough guy, and sometimes he didn’t understand the jokes, and other times he simply took the humorous jabs that were more funny than insulting. Like all the ones about his age.

Even though you’d made it a priority for him to stop worrying about his age and how much older he is than you, as you and he became completely comfortable with each other, the jokes kind of wrote themselves.

When he stood up too quickly and his knee cracked, you were quick to offer ordering him a walker. When he squints in that unimpressed, unamused way he does sometimes, you bring up the possibility of him needing glasses to see better, despite his eyesight being quite good still. After he’s breathing a little heavier than usual after a round in the bedroom, you ask him if he should invest in an inhaler, or maybe if he should take it easier next time, which often resulted in you on your back again so he could prove you wrong.

And then there were times where he is the one joking, saying how he knows he’s out of your league and how you can’t handle a guy like him, and you’re quick to say that he’s quite cocky for a guy who has more grey hair than blond, and that usually shuts him up.

It was all lighthearted, and neither one of you took it to heart or thought much about it, and you loved that you could joke with your boyfriend without him getting pissy or annoyed with you like your past ones had. Unlike them, Leon was mature, and he knew how to take a joke, and you just loved him more for that.

Leon had been gone for just over three weeks - away saving some part of the world you were sure would be fucked if it wasn’t for him.

He never really told you much about his work, not wanting to bore you, or scare you, with the details. The only things he tells you are the location of where he’s going, and the estimated time he’ll be gone for. Sometimes he’s home sooner than what he said, and other times he was home later, but as long as he came home, you didn’t really care how long he was gone for.

This time, he’d been gone for three and a half weeks. It was always terrifying whenever he had to go away for his job, because you had no idea if the last time you saw him was the last time you’d ever see him. But Leon’s a tough guy, and he’s seen more things in his life than you ever would, or ever understand.

It was late when you heard the sound of him pulling into the driveway, and you were bouncing on your feet a bit as you waited for him to come in and take you into his arms like he always does when he comes home from missions.

The sound of the front door unlocking, then opening had you peering your head out of the bedroom, and when you met his tired eyes, your smile grew. Stepping towards him, Leon met you half way as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and his bound around your middle, his bag left abandoned by the door.

“I missed you,” was the first thing you said to him, your excitement getting the better of you as you pressed yourself closer to him out of pure habit, and you felt it when he tensed up, just briefly.

“Missed you too,” he said back, and even his voice was full of fatigue and a little bit of pain, but he still hugged you just as tight as before, and just as tight as he always does.

But you didn’t miss the soft grunt he let out, and you felt it vibrate from his chest to yours. “What’s wrong?” you asked, pulling back to look at his face. One of your hands moved to cradle his jaw as you dipped your head down to meet his eyes, your own full of concern. “Are you okay?”

Leon, never one to admit to anything on the first try, just nodded slowly, forcing out a smile as his hands grabbed onto your waist. “I’m fine,” he answered, but you didn’t believe him for a second, and you made that known with a raise of your brow.

“Really?” you pressed, your hands moving to his shoulders and giving them a soft squeeze, but even that had him concealing a wince. “Come on, tell me what’s wrong. I know something is. Are you sore? Is my old man feeling a little achy?” you playfully teased him, which was something you did often and he never seemed to care about it.

But Leon just shook his head once more, his hands moving up to wrap around your elbows. “I’m fine, babe,” he said, his voice sounding more firm now as he leaned in closer to you and pressed his forehead against yours. “I’m just tired. Glad to be back home.” He must’ve been able to tell by the look on your face that you still didn’t believe him, but he didn’t try to convince you anymore as he gave you a gentle squeeze. “I’m gonna go shower.” he said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, so unlike all the other welcome home kisses you and he had shared in the past.

Your brows furrowed as you turned and watched him duck into the bedroom, and a few seconds later you heard the shower turn on. You were left standing there feeling a little dejected, and a little offended if you were being completely honest.

What was that? Never in the two years you’d been together had he ever come home and had just been so… off. Like you’d done something wrong despite not seeing him for almost a month.

Usually he was all over you, kissing you and telling you over and over again how much he missed you, but all you got was one of each, and that wasn’t nearly enough. One of the reasons you were okay with him going off to save the world was the reunion you and he always had whenever he came back, but this one didn’t feel like one of those at all. It didn’t feel like a reunion between two people who are very much in love, it felt like a couple greeting each other after being estranged for a while, and you didn’t like that at all.

Maybe he was just exhausted? And you knew he was sore, you could tell by the way he reacted when you touched him, but he wasn’t admitting it. You’d let him have his shower and relax a bit, but you weren’t going to let him off the hook that easily.

You’d been missing him and worried about him for three and a half weeks, and you think you deserved a better welcome home than that. You were expecting a much better welcome home than that, and to have him be so closed off after spending that much time apart was making you feel extremely unappreciated, and rejected, which was two things you’d never felt with Leon before.

With a soft sigh, you turned and grabbed his bag, heading to the laundry room with it slung over your shoulder so you could put his load on, wanting to shorten the list of things he had to do now that he’s home.

After you threw his clothes into the washing machine, you took his bag with you to the bedroom, where you stuffed it back into the closet where it would stay until he has to leave for work again, then you debated on peeking your head into the bathroom to check on your stubborn boyfriend, but decided against it.

You ended up in the living room, sitting on the couch with your knees pulled up to your chest as you waited for him. When you heard the shower turn off, you made a mental note of what you wanted to say to him when he inevitably came out to find you.

You’d planned on ambushing him with rapid questions about his lack of enthusiasm at seeing you again, but when you heard his footsteps padding down the hallway, then saw his achingly handsome face come back into view, you completely forgot all about the ambush.

When you saw the defeated, almost worn out look on his face, you forgot about everything you wanted to say to him, and you slumped back against the couch as he leaned against the doorway, now dressed in a black tee and sweats instead of his cargo pants and compressed shirt.

You stayed silent, letting him talk if he wanted to, which you assumed he did since he came to find you. You were proven right when he let out a deep sigh and looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry about before,” he said, his deep voice making you shift a bit on the couch. “I acted like an ass, and you didn’t deserve that, especially after I’d been gone for a while.”

Pursing your lips, you nodded slowly, sitting up a bit straight and waiting until he met your gaze before you responded, “Are you going to tell me what’s wrong now? Because I know something’s bothering you, Leon. Both physically and mentally. I can tell.”

One corner of his mouth turned upwards in the smallest, briefest smirk. “Yeah, I had a feeling you would,” he mumbled, then shook his head as he pushed off the doorframe and stepped towards you. Instead of sitting next to you on the couch, he sat down on the armchair a few feet away.

The fact that he wasn’t sitting next to you was kind of alarming, but you didn’t voice your concern, and you hoped your face didn’t give it away.

Leon leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees, keeping his gaze cast down at the floor. A few more seconds of unbearable silence passed before he let out a sigh, and you watched as his shoulders dropped a bit. “You know I love you,” he started, and that’s when your own shoulders tensed up, because you had a feeling you knew exactly where this was going.

You let out a shaky sigh that was followed by a laugh that was so painfully forced, it had you both wincing. “Leon, spare me, please. If this is your way of breaking up with me-”

“It’s not,” he quickly cut you off, and the look in his eyes seemed genuine, but he still seemed conflicted, and you were starting to feel extremely confused. “It’s not. I swear.”

You relaxed a little at that, but there was no hiding the nervousness written all over your face. “Okay, so… what’s going on?”

Leon blew out a breath as he seemed to just say fuck it and spill whatever was clearly weighing heavily on him. “Well, you and I both know I’m getting old, and I’m a lot older than you,” he said, and you tilted your head.

“Not by much,” you said, but fifteen years was kind of a lot. But it never mattered to you, because you knew what you wanted and needed, and that was Leon.

He gave you a look, and that pitiful, crooked smile was back on his lips before it disappeared once more. “I’m older, sweetheart. And maybe you don’t mind it, but it’s getting harder to ignore the fact that I’m fifteen years older than you. And I’m starting to feel it.”

You furrowed your brows and shook your head, hating the dejected look on his face. “What are you talking about? What does that mean?” you asked, shifting to the edge of the cushion. “You’re right, I don’t mind it, Leon. I don’t care about the age difference. I just care about you.”

Leon gave you a tight lipped smile, but there was a certain sadness in his eyes. “I know. And I care about you, more than anyone,” he said, then leaned in and reached for your hand. He laced his fingers with yours and brought your hand up to his mouth, where he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “You mean more to me than anyone else in the world. But I feel older than you. I feel like I’m… holding you back. You’re still so young-”

“So are you,” you cut him off, giving his fingers a tight squeeze. “You’re not some ancient person, Leon.”

“I know that,” he said, sighing again as he shook his head. “But I’m starting to feel like I am. I was gone for three weeks, and I felt those three weeks with my whole body. My back is sore, my neck is sore, my… fuck, even my legs are sore. I know it comes with aging, and the pain fades quickly, but it’s just making me realize that you… you deserve someone who can keep up with you. For a long time.”

You stayed quiet at that, your eyes flickering down to your joined hands. You blew out a breath as you lifted them and pressed your cheek against the back of his hand. “Leon,” you said quietly, “I don’t like you talking like that. I don’t want to hear that. I don’t need anyone other than you.”

Leon lifted his other hand and cradled your jaw, his thumb stroking along your chin. “But I’m starting to feel my age, sweetheart,”

That had you frowning, and a feeling of guilt started to take over you. “I tease you about that all the time…”

“I know,” he said quickly, shaking his head, “I know, and I don’t care about that. I just… I don’t want you to regret choosing me to spend your life with. You’re all I’ve ever wanted and needed, trust me on that. You’re everything. I just don’t want to be the person who holds you back in any way.”

“You’re not,” you insisted, getting up from the couch only to kneel in front of him. You pulled your hand from his, placing both of yours on his knees as you looked up at him. “You’re not holding me back, Leon. And I don’t regret choosing you to spend the rest of my life with. You’re exactly what I need in my life right now. I don’t care if I need to give you a thousand back massages in the future when you feel achy, and I think you’ll look unbelievably fucking hot with glasses if you ever need them. You’re all I need, and you’re all I want. Now, and when you’re pushing seventy and are all wrinkly.”

The corners of his lips turned upwards at that, and he met your gaze with much less hesitation than before. “If I even make it that far,”

You give him an unimpressed look, moving to stand up and brace your hands on his shoulders. “You better,” you said, sitting down sideways on his lap, settling against him as his arms wrapped around you, and you were happy to see that he was more willing to touch you now after he was so hesitant to do so before. “Because you’re it for me, Leon. My forever guy.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder as he pulled you a little closer. “I’m sorry I was such a-”

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, moving off his lap and standing up. You grabbed his hands and pulled him up as well, then tugged him along with you as you made your way down the hall towards the bedroom. “We’ll just call this a mid-life crisis and move on from it.”

And that was how you and Leon ended up completely naked in bed, your hands unable to get enough of each other’s bodies. It was clear now that he’d definitely missed you while he was gone, if the way he couldn’t stop touching you everywhere on your body was anything to go by, he had just convinced himself somehow that he couldn’t touch you until he got everything off his chest.

He’s on his back on the bed, his head tossed back on the pillow as you moved on top of him. His eyes were hazy, his jaw slack as he watched you, and he finally looked like how he normally does around you.

Relaxed, content, happy.

His hands squeezed your hips tightly, making you moan as your nails gently scratched at his chest. You rolled your hips against his, biting down on your lip as you looked at him, and when your eyes met his, you noted the almost faraway look in them.

“You okay?” you asked quietly, slowing down a bit as you moved your hands to his face. “You still with me?”

Leon nodded quickly, his hands sliding from your waist up your back, and he pulled you down closer to him. “Yeah. Just… keep going,” he breathed, his voice strained as he pushed his hips up towards yours, and his hands pressed harder against your back. “I missed you so fucking much. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and about us and… this. I was preparing to never feel this again.”

You pouted your lips, the corners twitching when one of his hands slid up to your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. “That’s because you’re my delusional old man,” you teased, knowing that he’d want to get things back to normal as soon as possible - your jokes about him and all. “I want this for the rest of my life, baby. Just you. It’s all I could ever want.”

Leon let out a deep groan, his other hand sliding up your back to gently grab onto the base of your neck and pull you down into a deep and messy kiss. “You’re everything to me,” he muttered against your mouth, his hips still lazily bucking up against you even though you told him you would do most of the work. He’s sore, after all, but right now he doesn’t seem to be thinking about that at all.

His hand moved down to grab onto your ass, and he squeezed it firmly in his big palm as you moaned against his mouth. You grabbed his face in your hands, kissing him harder and deeper as you moved on his lap, fucking yourself on his cock. “And you’re everything to me,” you said back, tugging at his bottom lip with your teeth.

Your eyes were hooded and all but glazed over as you pulled away and sat back on his thighs, looking down at him with puffy lips and a needy expression on your face. “Fuck, just like that,” Leon groaned, watching you with dark blue eyes as he helped guide your movements. His head fell back against the pillow again, gaze raking all over your body. “Just like that, sweetheart. Feels so good.”

You smiled down at him, the look on his face one of the prettiest, hottest and sexiest ones you’d ever seen in your life. “You get to feel this for as long as you want me, Leon,” you reminded him, “Which I’m hoping is forever.”

“It is,” he confirmed quickly, big hands sliding down your thighs before one disappeared between them. His fingers found your clit, and he started rubbing firm, quick circles on it, the added pressure making you whine. “I want to feel you, babe. Want to feel you squeeze me.”

You moaned loudly, bracing your hands on his chest and digging your nails into his skin. “I love you so fucking much,” you murmured, tipping your head back as you clenched tightly around his cock. Your hips bucked a little erratically before you came, a choked gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, I love you too,” he grunted, “So fucking much.”

His body tensed up under you, his fingers flexing against your thigh before you felt him fill you up, his cum warming you from the inside out.

“Shit,” he muttered, breathing heavily as he pulled you down into a kiss that was firm, but much less messy than the previous ones. You kissed him back lazily, not moving off him as you cuddled on his chest, your hands coming up to caress his prickly jaw.

When you pulled away from his mouth, you gave him a small smile. “Was I successful in proving to you that you’re the only man I want for the rest of my life?” you asked, a hint of humor in your tone.

Leon squinted his eyes as he looked away from you. “Not sure. Think you might need to try again,” he said, and you tilted your head, giving a teasing roll of your hips against his. He let out a sharp grunt, then a short laugh. “Maybe you can try again in a few minutes.”

You hummed at that, leaning in and pressing a firm, chaste kiss to his lips before moving off him and standing up from the bed. “That’s what I thought,” you said as you started to make your way to the bathroom. “Never doubt me again, Leon. I know what I want, and you should know that by now too.”

You gave him one final look over your shoulder, and you pressed your lips together at the sight of him shamelessly naked before you walked into the bathroom, leaving him sprawled out on the bed with one of his rare, genuine smiles on his lips.

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