sharp shooting - [l.s.kennedy]
you’re a rookie with the DSO learning under the mentorship of a certain Leon Kennedy, and in your time working together he has picked up on a certain aspect of your character. on a day in which you particularly excel he insists upon a reward he knows will lend well to this…
ft. re6 boss!leon kennedy x f!reader
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content: smut, i was not subtle about implying the praise thing… workplace relationship, suggestive/sexual use of sir, oral (f receiving), i had a self inflicted time crunch on this one but i would love to revisit this scenario sometime in the future because i actually really like boss leon
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A deep breath in and steady out. Your hands are still, reliable, just like you’ve been taught, and your feet stand firm on your mark. The perfect setup, waiting for command. A click sounds in your ear and you take the shot without hesitation or a hiccup.
"Way t'go rookie!" You lower your weapon and remove your finger from the trigger, feeling a wave of relief wash over you when you see your own handiwork. The shooting range target has only one bullet hole in it, yours, precisely central to the innermost ring. If this were darts you’d have a bullseye.
With a shaky sigh you hand off the pistol to the overseer and excuse yourself from the firing lanes.
"I told you you'd get it, though first try is a little show off-ish." When you enter the control booth you’re met with the same voice that called out to you moments prior, your boss, Leon Kennedy. He is standing at the far end by the windows to the range with his arms crossed over his broad chest and his back leaning against the concrete wall, directly next to the gun safety poster. You titter an airy laugh and shrug.
"Well, it's not like I was trying to show off." you retort with the same playful tone, practically buzzing off the back of such a success. Leon shakes his head and mimics your laugh, his dusky, almost brown hair falling to obscure your view of the smirk that pulls at his lips.
"Sure thing, rookie. Guess I just taught you too well, hm?" With the same smugness he pushes away from the wall and saunters over to you, carding a hand through his hair as he approaches. You roll your eyes and try your best to neglect the bashful heat that bubbles up in your chest thanks to his velvety timbre and the way he stands so close. If you were to take one step forward you'd bump into him, but somehow the intrusion on your space is not at all uncomfortable and instead flustering.
"I learn from the best." you start with a timid smile. "Though I don't believe it would be fair for you as a mentor to take all of the credit for my hard work, sir." When you tilt your head up to look up at him he's only slightly taken aback, his head cocked to the side and lips parted with the beginning of a rebuttal.
This is how things always are between the two of you, after all. Your working relationship is anything if not jaunty despite the severity of your cause and your position as Leon's apprentice. You can easily bounce jokes off of one another and it helps make the job easier. Although a man like him does have a tendency to walk and even cross the line of banter and flirting, and that is something that can often throw you into a tailspin.
Leon scoffs and holds his hands up in mock defence as if you were arresting him.
"Alright alright," he grumbles. "You've got me there. You really are something special y'know." Pride swells in your heart as his complimentary tone fills your ears, his words dripping with sincerity as his voice softens and you know he means it. And it's now that you struggle for a witty response, earning yet another handsome laugh from your boss.
There's just something about getting commended for your hard work that makes you lose your train of thought and makes your head go all fuzzy. You've been told you're a people pleaser and over time you've accredited your strict work ethic and self discipline to that fact. Though, the more you think about it the more you realise it's also likely the reason that any description of praise makes you bloom with delight.
Nothing beats receiving recognition for your efforts, it truly is the reward you strive for.
To make matters worse as it were, this little fact of your personality has not gone unnoticed by a certain someone. It was easy for it to fly under the radar at first of course, but as the two of you got comfortable in your working dynamic and became friends more so than coworkers it started to become somewhat apparent.
You largely blame him for this as his little 'well done's said nonchalantly with a shrug developed into earnest praise spoken soft with a squeeze at the waist. You know he does it to tease, he loves a reaction, but what really gets you is that rich rumble of his voice and the fact that he actually means every word despite it all being crafted to intentionally fluster you.
You click your tongue against your teeth and force yourself to look away from the smug grin on Leon’s face.
"Thank you." you murmur noncommittally with a shrug. He rolls his eyes at you and pats you firmly on the shoulder in lieu of verbal encouragement.
"Now c'mon, I think you deserve the rest of the day off for that sharp shooting." With his hand still on your shoulder he guides you to the door with a gentle push, reaching for the handle with his free hand and opening the way out.
You squint as you step out into the daylight and tsk in complaint. "As nice as that is," you barely have a chance to get outside before Leon is fishing his keys out of his back pocket. There is a teddy bear charm on the keyring. "The day has barely started. It's kind of a waste of my time to call me out here to fire one bullet. Don't you think so, sir?"
Your boss sighs through his nose and scrunches it, lips parting for a witty response that doesn’t come. You giggle at him and cross your arms in the same smug manner that he always does, raising a sarcastic brow and waiting. It's like looking in a mirror.
Leon echoes your tsk. "Only you would find a way to complain about a day off, rookie." he says wryly, shaking his head at you. But he doesn’t sound at all annoyed, in fact there’s a rather endearing smile on his face.
He spins his keys around his index finger once or twice before throwing them to you, a throw you very barely catch.
"We'll head back to the office then, see if we can find any fun filing for you to do." Leon's voice lilts towards the end of his sentence and that matched a look of fake wonderment on his face makes his mocking of you apparent, but you don’t treat him with much of a reaction. Instead you stride towards his parked car all while fiddling with the blue ribbon around the neck of the teddy bear keyring.
"Why do I always have to drive?" you ask as you duck under Leon's outstretched arm that holds the lobby door open for you. He takes a step past you and scans the two of you in using his security fob on the little device by the second entryway. The reader beeps before the mechanised doors begin to part.
"I just don't like driving." he shrugs, ushering you inside ahead of him. You narrow your eyes at him as you pass into the foyer.
"But you're always on your fancy ass motorcycle." You begin to make your way to the back of the building where your boss's office is with him lurking only a couple steps behind.
"That's different." he replies tersely.
"You're different."
Leon rolls his eyes at you for the umpteenth time today and hastily unlocks the door to his office with a quick turn of the key, this time barging in ahead of you instead of his usual gentlemanly 'ladies first'. You scoff and close the door behind the both of you.
"Struck a nerve did I, sir?" As soon as you're inside you invite yourself to sit on the small couch that's pressed to the back wall, though you're pretty sure it’s actually a sofa bed as whenever you sit on it something mechanically creaks. This would also explain why Leon seemingly never leaves the office some evenings.
Your boss stands opposite you with the small of his back leaning on his grand wooden desk and hands on its surface either side of him, fingers curled over the edge of the dark wood. He shrugs off your comment, unbothered, and you can tell by his stance that he’s about to pose an idea to you.
It's one of his tells, looking like a father about to give a lecture. But first, a question.
"So, do you actually have any filing to do? Or am I safe to assume that you've done it all already?" As much as you’re here to learn the real gritty stuff from Leon it's still required that you fill out intern-like jobs that involve stacks of paperwork. Though sometimes you do get a couple interesting things come through, like a death certificate detailing bizarre circumstances. Interesting or not you're normally quick to work through the stacks so they aren’t left for another day.
You seem to stew over the question for a moment and he waits with his eyes trained on you.
"I'm pretty sure it’s all done, sir." you reply with a hasty nod that he mimics.
"Pretty sure? So if I check the system there should be nothing outstanding?" he asks, narrowing those steely blues. You have to stifle a smile when you copy his testing expression.
"Yes sir." He finally breaks eye contact then, chewing on his bottom lip while you mentally pocket the victory and it almost seems like his cheeks are a little redder when you look back at him seconds later.
"Good job rookie, I'm glad I can always rely on you to get shit done around here."
There it is again, that heat that dances over your skin and the uptick of your heartbeat. Maybe it's in part because of the way Leon's face lights up when he says it, maybe it's the friendly glint in his eye or the warmth of his sincerity. But it's manageable with the little praises like that, the ones that praise your work rather than you yourself.
Though, as of late he has started to throw little remarks into conversations where they frankly don't belong. Small hums of 'good job' are no longer strictly reserved for acknowledging your efforts in weapons training and have integrated into casual, non-work related discussions such as finally getting around to that one chore you've been avoiding all week or pushing yourself to do something outside of your comfort zone. And it's those that really get you.
"Though," Leon clears his throat while drumming his fingers on his desk. "That does mean I have nothing for you to do. Not anything work related at least." The way his timbre mellows hangs a tension in the air, dangling a promise in front of you should you want to seize it.
You shift slightly where you sit and look down at your lap, watching the slight shake of your hands where they rest on your thighs. You look back up at your boss through your lashes and find that he's already staring through you with those dusky blues.
"And by that you mean to say…?"
"Well, simply put, I think a reward might be in order. Don't you, rookie?" He pushes his weight away from the desk and shoves fisted hands into his pockets, taking a step toward you so your toes touch and you have to angle your head back to look at him towering above. But the thought buzzes around in your head. A reward…?
You punch out a small laugh. "Are you trying to intimidate me right now, sir?" Your words sound so muffled inside your own head thanks to the way your pounding heartbeat is filling your ears in a flood. It's almost as if your rushing blood is attempting to prepare your body for something impending, but you don't know what.
Leon sucks on his teeth and muses for a moment, taking a withdrawing step in order to return to the office block's door. "No." He grabs the handle and pulls it upwards. It clicks. "I'm just gauging a reaction."
"So you're doing this on purpose."
"Would you like me to stop?"
"No."
Leon locks the door to his office with one hasty turn of the key before throwing the ring onto his desk where they clatter to a stop.
"I was hoping you'd say that. But if you change your mind just tell me, okay?" You watch with bated breath as he parades back around to you and kicks your feet apart where you sit. Swallowing the lump in your throat you nod, staring with wide, glassy eyes as he kneels into the space between your feet. He stares right back and sighs an affectionate tsk.
"Don't go all shy on me now, sweetheart. Answer me. You know you can stop me if you change your mind, don't you?" His calloused hands take purchase on your knees and slowly rove up the length of your thighs, caressing the outside of them. You shudder.
"Yes, I know." you assure in a shy murmur. Leon squeezes the soft plush of your thighs and smiles something sweet.
"Good girl."
A hot fizz runs down your body, dancing over your skin before settling heavily in your stomach in a way that makes it flip with anticipation. You can feel your face grow warm with both delight and mild embarrassment as you can't help but hide in your hands and hunch over yourself, leaning down towards your boss who coos an ‘Aww’ at you.
"I had a feeling you'd like that." he smirks smugly, reaching to hold both your wrists and coax your hands away from your face. "C'mon, no need to hide, pretty girl."
Leon moves slowly and gently, lacing his bigger fingers with your own and pulling your hands into your lap. He knows what you can be like, how you can get timid and lose your words when subjected to his sweet, interminable praise, it only makes sense that you'd be that much more bashful when things start to get sensuous.
But god, he loves it. Maybe it's the fact that you're typically a more talkative and assured person, the rookie who isn't afraid to chat back to him in that daringly playful tone. But all it takes to have you like putty in his hold is to voice his compliments of you, to sweeten you up and wear you down at the same time with honeyed words and commendations spoken in that sultry timbre.
When you meet his eyes again there's a sheepish smile on your face, equally coy and giddy.
"There she is." Leon hums, bringing a hand up to delicately cup your burning cheek and draw you into him. He stops when the tips of your noses brush together.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks in a whisper, his hot breath fanning on your cupid's bow. You squeeze his hand that still rests in your lap, his thumb lazing over your knuckles.
"Please do."
Without a second of hesitation Leon surges upwards and presses his lips to yours, tilting his head slightly so his pert nose nestles besides yours and presses against your cheek. A small sound of surprise at his urgency dies on your tongue as soon as his top lip tucks against the seam of your mouth and he lets go of your hand in favour of grabbing your waist and pulling you closer, leaving you teetering on the edge of the couch where he kneels.
Your hands fly out to balance yourself by grabbing his shoulders and you feel him smile into the kiss, nipping and sucking gently at your bottom lip before pulling back. A scintillating line of spit connects you still and he slides his dominant hand around to wipe it from your bottom lip with the roughened pad of his thumb.
"Now then," he begins and sits back on his calves, sinking until his eyeline is level with your thigh. "You never really answered me about that reward I mentioned. What d'you say, hm?"
His hand that was resting on your waist sneaks down to the top hem of your trousers and his fingers tuck under the waistband, with his other hand mimicking this on your other side seconds later.
Leon is largely sure that he has read the situation correctly, that he knows your tells and that this isn't too far. But he also knows that you can tend to be amenable, and while that’s not necessarily a bad thing it means he has to be sure that your timidness in this moment isn’t anything other than your way of handling excitement, especially since it's uncharacteristic for you to be so hushed.
You pretend to think deeply for a moment with a pout on your lips before boldly hooking your knee over Leon’s shoulder, eliciting a low grunt and shiver from him. The elated look on his face is exactly what you had yearned for but he remains still until your answer comes.
"I'd like that." you utter. "What do you have in mind?" He tugs on your clothes rather impatiently and encourages you to lift your hips so he can start to drag the material down your legs.
"I'm so glad you asked." he retorts, unable to hide the grin that makes his cheeks ache. He pulls your trousers over your knees with one smooth motion and lets them pool at your ankles before pressing a kiss to the inside of your leg, unable to resist putting his lips to your skin as soon as you're open to him.
You shiver deeply and struggle to toe your shoes off so you can be rid of the restricting clothes, but Leon casually tugs them off by the heels when he notices your hurried ministrations and casts them aside.
It's like every little thing he does makes you burn up. How he can be so attentive yet so nonchalant is a mystery to you and it only causes things to be more electric. It makes you feel like this is right. For him to be so mellow surely means that this is how things are meant to happen, it's a natural progression rather than a rush of 'we shouldn’t be doing this'.
He slips your pants off your ankles in a bunch and discards them next to your shoes. "If you'd let me," Leon isn't watching your face now as he guides your legs to rest over his shoulders and is instead staring at the subtle damp patch in the gusset of your underwear, transfixed.
"I'd fuckin' kill to taste you right now." His hands come to rest over the tops of your thighs and he leans to rest his head against one of them, his stubble scratching you enough to elicit a giggle.
The back of your throat runs dry and you fail to stifle the smallest of whines, made dizzy by his forwardness.
"You don't have to…" you offer shyly, distracted by the way his fingertips press firmer against your skin, increasingly eager. Idly you reach to card your fingers through his hair, something you've always wanted to do. It's pleasantly soft and almost silky, though it's hard to fight the urge to tug at the strands.
Leon breathes a patient laugh, not derisive but rather bemused. "Did you not hear me?" he asks carefully, finally gazing up at you with quivering pupils. "I want to, angel. If you're okay with that."
Angel? You?
"Are you sure?" you ask behind a smile, instinctively trying to close your legs while the sweet sobriquet rings in your ears like birdsong. You've never had someone volunteer themselves to your pleasure like this and part of you is hesitant only because it’s new for you to be prioritised in such a way, but having him kneeling so readily for you is making your thoughts devolve into desperation already.
With an effortless pull Leon coaxes you to spread wide for him and surges forward to fill the space between your thighs with his chin so that you can’t close him out again. He nods, his hair brushing against your legs before you comb it back with your fingers.
"Absolutely. I don't think you understand how desperately I want to kiss your sweet cunt." his timbre dropped then, becoming a sultry grumble that makes a heavy rivulet of arousal leak down the seam of your cunt and pool wetly in your underwear.
You can't find the words to retort so you simply stare with heavy lidded, twinkling eyes and parted lips. He laughs airily, eating up your every reaction.
"You like the sound of that, don't you, angel?" he croons, drawing lazy circles on your thighs with calloused thumbs.
You nod urgently and hum an enthusiastic 'mhm' before crossing your ankles between his shoulder blades, trapping him against you. His dominant hand slides up and two fingers curl under the 'v' of your underwear, sliding down your bikini line.
"Yeah? So will you let me?" he asks like the answer isn't obvious, like his lecherous stare isn't making a suffocating heat rise to your face, like he hasn't already made you ache for it.
"Yes sir." you mutter under your breath without thinking. "Please."
Leon groans appreciatively and bows forward to press his nose to the damp spot in your panties, breathing you in grossly and making you shudder.
You both rasp a succinct curse, yours of shyness and his of lust. He kisses the bump of your cunt over the fabric and pulls your underwear to one side, tugging too hard in his haste and you hear a thread snap somewhere along the hemming. But you don't have the heart to complain at him for it as you're immediately distracted when you see the lascivious look on his face.
"Oh fuck." he hisses through his teeth, breath hitching and pupils blowing impossibly wider, swallowing the icy blue as he ogles the sight in front of him. Your cunt is already glistening wet for him, your clit a little puffy and neglected as you endured his terse teasing.
Your hands lay quivering yet pliant on your thighs through the beat of silence and it takes all your might not to fill the quiet with a whispered comment of self deprecation. But a shaky breath passes Leon's lips before you get the chance.
"So pretty." he murmurs lowly, entranced. "So fuckin' pretty, baby."
Your legs twitch on his shoulders and you have to bite your lip to mask a pitiful mewl. His gravelly compliments make your heart positively ache and with his warm hands on your body and hot breaths lapping against your exposed skin you could swear you were burning up. And this is only amplified when he kisses so delicately against the seam where the inside of your leg and your cunt meet, doting on you to settle your jittery nerves because he knows, he always fucking knows.
"Just relax for me," he croons. "I've got you. Swear m'gonna make you feel so good, angel." One of his hands slides up to meet yours and he laces your fingers together, squeezing a couple times to punctuate his point.
Leon peppers chaste kisses to the softness of the inside of your thigh before looking up at you with that reassuring, patient gaze he always sports for you. Your tummy twists knowing that look would normally be for when you have shaky hands in training, for the days you can't seem to hold your knife right as it seems too big for you to grasp, or for when you exhaust yourself over a pile of paperwork that no one but yourself is rushing you for.
But this makes you light up more than all those times combined.
You take a deep breath and relax back into the sofa, dropping the tension from your shoulders. He beams that lopsided smile to match.
"There you go. Good girl." The praise. God the praise. That alone elicits a milquetoast whine from your love bitten lips but it flourishes into an unbidden moan when Leon presses a firm, wet kiss to your achy clit, his soft lips enveloping the sensitive bud.
Your legs jolt and a little shock of pleasure surges through you, spreading outwardly from where he begins his ministrations.
"Shit." You squeeze his hand tighter than you should considering that he's only just starting, the high of emotions making it that much more intense. He huffs an amused hum and glances up at you with hooded eyes before licking a bold stripe up the length of your cunt with the firm flat of his tongue.
Leon loses himself right then. The heady coat of you on his tongue is something that's played on his mind many nights, something he's been pining for regardless of the voice of reason that tells him no.
But you taste so good. Better than he ever imagined behind his eyelids on those lonely evenings. It's only expected that he’d get carried away as soon as he got his mouth on you, slovenly lapping at your sullied cunt and revelling in every sweet mewl and moan that tumbles from your lips.
He knew you'd be reactive but it’s still a riling surprise to finally get to hear those little vocalisations he's dreamed of, and each one makes his already hard cock jump and twitch in his denims.
He lewdly kisses your clit once, twice, and mumbles into you. "Taste s'good, angel. So good for me." Leon’s voice is nothing above a filthy rasp of a whisper, like each compliment is a secret for only your ears. It makes you hysterical in all the best ways and you can't help but to fidget beneath his hands thanks to the giddiness that dumbs your mind.
To keep your twitchy hands busy you rake the one that isn’t holding his into his long fringe, combing it back so you can see his eyes closed contently while he savours your taste. Like this he looks so gratified.
Leon draws his chin down to messily lick at your fluttering hole with the posed tip of his wet warm tongue, the pert end of his nose dragging over your clit while he nods his head into you and you can't help but to tug at his hair, surprised by the groan you earn from him.
You take deep, heaving breaths to try to pace the unruly rapid fire of your heart but with the way sinful pleasure is knotting itself low in your stomach you fail to mask the high moan that tumbles from your lips.
"Fu-uck—" you stammer, "Ah— Sir!"
Your thighs squeeze around his head, dampening out any sounds that aren’t you, from your moans to the slick sounds of your desperate cunt, and that paired with your gasps elicits a matching moan from Leon that gets muffled against your body. He sucks firmly and wetly on your clit before pulling back just a fraction, scintillating spit stringing from his lips to your tender bud.
"Say it again." he grunts, hunger lining his words while he looks up at you with a lustrous stare. "Let me hear you say it again, angel."
He adjusts the hand that holds your underwear aside so he can draw circles over you with the roughened pad of his thumb, but his touch has slowed to be too soft and lazy for your liking. You whine, long and loud while he gazes at you with an expectant glint in his eyes.
"Please, sir," you pull his hair in your impatience, unable to drag your eyes away from his face that’s wet with you. "Please don't stop." he hums, all smug and self-satisfied despite the fact that the sight of you right now has him leaking pre-cum in his boxers, no doubt creating a damp patch.
"Good girl."
He wastes no time diving back into you, swirling his tongue and sending shocks through your body. You throw your head back against the couch and allow yourself to get lost in the feeling, the oneiric twist in your tummy that makes your legs tremble and your head fuzzy. With your hand fisted in his hair you unthinkingly begin to rut against Leon’s face, earning a low chuckle that rumbles against you.
He kisses your hole while you grind on his nose, uttering. "Take what you need, sweet thing." His tongue flicks at your clit between hurried words. "You've earned this."
Something hot and warm is tying tight in your body and with Leon licking at you with such urgency you’re racing towards the edge of bliss, unable to stammer through staggered breaths that you’re so tantalisingly close. His hand squeezes yours, firm and knowing. He's telling you to come undone for him. And with one more wet suck from his skilled lips you do.
Your breath hitches and you have to pull your hand away from his hair to smack over your mouth, pointlessly trying to mask the roar of a moan that fights its way out of your chest.
"Fuck! Sir!" you gasp, legs jolting up in a spasm while white hot ecstasy fogs your mind, erupting deep and low in your body. Words can’t explain the feeling, 'good' doesn’t even begin to justify it, not even 'great' or 'incredible'. It knocks the air out of your lungs and makes you see white, an intense climax like you’ve never reached before.
Leon moans carelessly into your cunt as you soak his face, licking you up like this is his reward and you have to try to push him back with your foot on his shoulder so that he doesn't tip you into overstimulation. With a wet pop he relents.
"Fuck. That's it, sweetheart. Good job. Took it so well." he talks you through your aftershocks, hands coming to rest on top of your thighs to slowly coax them back to the sofa.
"Deep breaths, baby. There you go, pace yourself." He carefully peppers soothing kissing all along your tepid skin, working up from the outside of your knee to your hip. You groan loud as you come down and his tender doting helps ease you back to him surprisingly well.
"Oh, fucking god." your long winded sigh turns into a curse, and then a giggle when you come back to your senses. That really just happened.
"What are you laughin' at, hm rookie?" Leon, your boss, tsks. He wipes his chin of your glistening slick with the back of his hand and stands, knees clicking when he does which only makes you titter more.
His ability to always approach things with that much needed sense of levity is really what keeps you at ease around him. And you appreciate it now more than ever. It would be easy to feel embarrassed or even ashamed in this moment, but with Leon? That just doesn't happen.
You smile, wide and toothy as he hunches back over you, one knee propped up on the sofa besides your own.
"I can't believe that just happened." you sigh through your nose between staggered breaths, basking in the blissed out aftermath. Leon's hand cups your cheek and he carefully coaxes you to look at him, speaking slowly and seriously.
"Do you regret it? Is that—?"
"No!" you answer all too quickly. "No, god sorry. Fuck. I didn't mean it like that I just—"
In your hazy state putting the right words together is an impossibility, luckily one you are saved from when he leans down and cuts you off with a tender kiss, gentle and understanding. You can taste a hint of yourself on his lips and it makes you shudder involuntarily as you wrap your arms around his neck.
When he pulls away your head instantaneously falls to nestle into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
"I understand, sweetheart. Just had to be sure." It's a bit of an awkward cuddle, what with the way he’s teetering over you. But one hand comes down to support himself on the back of the sofa while the other caresses down your side. There's a heavy pause before he squeezes your waist with a domineering grip.
"After all, I'm not quite done with you yet."
His lips ghost by your ear, sultry words tickling your skin before he begins to press open mouthed kisses down the line of your jaw.
"Really…?" you murmur, dumbfounded and too wrapped up in all things him to think of a better retort. He reaches the corner of your lip before drawing back with that signature, self-satisfied smirk.
"Mhm. Only if you're good to keep going though."
Your expression twists into a pout and you reach for Leon’s belt without a second thought, making him visibly unsure.
"But what about you?" you hum, glancing up to see his eyes clouded over with something untelling. You want to make him feel good too. Maybe it’s just the high in the air but the opportunity is in front of you and it would be a lie to say you haven’t thought about this before, about taking his stresses away with something bound to please. But when you creep your hand down over the tent in his pants confusion knots between your brows, pulling a wrinkle into your forehead.
He isn't that hard. But there’s a large damp, sticky patch in the crotch of his trousers right where the tip of his cock is and…
Oh.
You pull your hand away and look at him to find his cheeks flushed red with a sheepish expression twisting his features. Leon bites down on his kiss swollen bottom lip before laughing airily.
"I told you that you taste damn good. And the way you were squirming on my tongue like that? Don't be so surprised, angel."
Your lips part but no words follow, lost on what to say because that’s so stupidly hot. That he lost himself so deeply in your pleasure and the taste of you that he himself was able to reach that high, untouched, because he enjoyed it just as much as you did. He really was lending himself to you in a way no one has before, and now you don’t think you'll ever be able to get enough of him.
But the feeling is mutual.
Leon’s hands swiftly grab at your hips and he hooks his fingers underneath the band of your underwear, ushering them down your legs like a deprived man.
"Now c'mon." he grumbles, sliding them all the way down and off your ankles in obvious urgency. You shiver and close your thighs timidly, watching as he tucks your panties into the back pocket of his trousers, the ones you made him ruin.
"I want to hear you say my name this time. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes s— Leon. Yes Leon…"
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