“Hi,” Ray mumbles against Leonard’s mouth. Leonard smiles into their kiss, bumping their noses together.
“Hi,” whispers Leonard.
They’ve been making out for a good 30 minutes, just moving against one another, on Leonard’s beat up couch.
“Let’s flip over. Wait.” They try to maneuver themselves, which is difficult for two fully grown men to do on an old couch, that is dangerously close to the ground, creaking beneath them
“Okay, okay,” Leonard says, rushed, brushing against Ray’s broad body.
They finally get there, Ray between Leonard’s legs, kneeling, bending to kiss his neck. Ray plays with the hem of Leonard’s shirt, teasing, experimenting. He dips his fingers underneath the fabric, but pauses.
“Is this okay?” Ray asks, softly, knowing that Leonard isn’t 100% confident in showing his stomach.
“Yeah,” Leonard swallows, “yeah, I think so.”
“Hey.” Ray leans down to kiss Leonard. “It’s okay,” kiss “we can stick to,” kiss “ just over the clothes stuff,” kiss.
Leonard shakes his head, and places his hands where Ray’s are, at his hips. “Raymond, I trust you.”
Ray stares down at him, eyes shining, God, he loves Leonard so much. He nods, and takes Leonard’s hands in his, raising them to his mouth, kissing them. Ray surges forward and kisses Leonard, hot and wet, almost dirty. They make out for a few minutes more, grinding, Ray’s hands exploring under Leonard’s shirt. His fingertips skim Leonard’s soft skin, and he grabs at the squishy flesh at his hips.
“You,” kiss, “are,” kiss, “so fucking gorgeous.” Ray kisses Leonard on the mouth one last time, before moving to his neck. He stops, sits back, and tugs at Leonard’s shirt.
“Off?” It comes out a question, giving Leonard an opportunity to change his mind, if he wants to.
“Off,” Leonard says, and he pulls his shirt up and off. He tosses it in a direction, who knows where, and pulls Ray in for a kiss.
Ray massages Leonard’s side with his thumbs, and he moves from Leonard’s mouth, down his neck, over his chest. He reaches one of his nipples, sucks and bites, and then continues to slide down Leonard’s body.
Ray finally reaches Leonard’s stomach, his soft middle. It makes Ray so happy that under his boyfriend’s Tough Guy exterior (rightly earned, because Leonard Snart does not back down from a fight), is still tender and soft.
He places sweet kisses on Leonard’s stomach, sucking at smooth warm skin. Leonard feels like silk, like a warm fire on a cool spring night. He feels like home.
“I love you,” Ray whispers against Leonard’s stomach, as if it’s a secret, something sacred. Only between Leonard and himself.
Leonard’s voice catches in his throat, breathing becoming something foreign, and lost. He let’s himself fall into Ray’s words, wrapping them around himself. He’s safe here.
“Raymond,” Leonard gasps, feeling himself harden in his jeans. He bucks upward, knocking Ray on the chin with his crotch. Ray just giggles.
“Sorry,” says Leonard.
“Shh, it’s fine,” Ray mutters against Leonard’s soft stomach, and then kisses him there. He noses at the squishy flesh at Leonard’s waist, and nips gently. He moves back up, stopping to nuzzle parts of Leonard’s body along the way.
Ray reaches Leonard’s mouth, and kisses him, gently. He pushes his tongue against Leonard’s lips, and Leonard lets Ray’s tongue tangle with his own. It’s sweet, and slow. They’re in no rush. They’re still moving against each other, rocking slowly, gasps and moans swallowed whole.
Ray finally pulls away and gazes down at Leonard. He leans down and nuzzles his boyfriend’s nose. Here, in Leonard’s dingy apartment, where the heat doesn’t work, and the water pressure sucks, is exactly where Ray wants to be. Forever, for as long as Leonard will have him.