HEAR ME OUT 47 AND/OR 54 FOR THE KISSES PROMPT LIST WITH JAMIL AND LEON
Wah thank you so much 🥺 It's been so long since I've written for them but this was so much fun
''i've had a terrible day at work so just kiss me'' + tracing your lips against the corner of your lover's mouth
from a hundred different kisses
Leon was half awake sprawled across the couch when he heard the front door of the apartment open, followed by a low groan that told him Jamil was home, and, more importantly, that he was irritated.
He propped himself up on his elbows and waited, listening to the sounds of Jamil unwinding—his bag being tossed to the floor, keys jingling as they were hung on their hook, shoes hitting the wall as they were kicked off—all the while accompanied by deep sighs. Leon smiled to himself, sitting up fully on the couch as Jamil's steps grew closer.
With yet another long suffering sigh, Jamil collapsed onto the couch, draping over Leon's lap, burying his face against their stomach. "Fuck."
"Wow." Leon started threading his fingers through Jamil's hair as he spoke. "Hi Lee, I missed you, how was your day? Oh, it was fine, you know, I had a party, I went out, I found a new boyfriend—"
He bit back a smirk when he felt Jamil turn his head, obviously looking at him.
"Baby."
"Yeah?" His fingers stilled.
"I had a very long day at work."
"So?"
With a groan, Jamil sat up, leaning close to Leon and pulling them into his lap instead. "So... just kiss me already."
There was just enough of a plea in his voice for Leon to want to give in immediately, but he was just stubborn enough not to. He put one hand on Jamil's chest, teasing open the buttons of his shirt, the other hand held the back of his neck, fingers in his hair again. Leon kissed Jamil's cheek, feeling his body tense under his touch, then moved to leave half-kisses along the corner of his mouth, teasing him as long as he could.
Jamil didn't let them tease him for very long, turning his head to kiss them fully, his hands holding onto their waist to keep them in place. Leon was happy to oblige, kissing him back. Their bodies relaxed into each other the longer they kissed, until finally Jamil pulled away.
He laughed softly, hands rubbing Leon's back. "That's better."
"Of course," Leon replied, holding Jamil's face in his hands. "You're welcome."
"I did miss you."
"I know."
Jamil responded by kissing him again, earlier exhaustion nowhere to be found.
They never looked more spell-bindingly attractive to him than in private moments like this, and he wondered how he often forgot that fact.
I just got this commission from @paulpfree on Twitter of Jamil and Leon and had to share it immediately because I’m so in love. The softness, the tenderness, the style of the art itself—I am a puddle of mush on the floor 🥺🥺🥺
I can’t recommend this artist enough, his style is so cute and fun, he was very nice and easy to work with, and he is currently still open for commissions at the moment so 👀
(Throwing the uncensored version under the cut and crossing my fingers that this doesn’t get sniped lmao — warning for 🍆 and 🍑)
In which, Jamil and Leon have the shop to themselves again, and with no danger of being walked in on, they intend to enjoy it.
No concrete timing set for this, just sometime before the game timeline, around the time the band moved to Vesuvia when Alec was 20.
CW: Anal sex, penetration, rough sex, overstimulation, slight impact play and Daddy kink towards the end
Please note: Leon is nonbinary and uses both he/him and they/them pronouns. They/them is used primarily in this fic. Their genitalia is referred to with gendered terms.
Title: Sunlight by Hozier
3.9k words
The front door to The Four Songbirds was locked, and even though it was only the afternoon, sun still well in the sky, the shop was quiet, no one moving past the ground floor’s windows, almost as if no one was home. That wasn’t unusual, the band often spent more time around the city than at the shop, even now that they had officially moved to Vesuvia.
But the shop wasn’t empty, and up the stairs, in the large bedroom that most of them shared, it certainly wasn’t quiet.
Camia and Alec had left early in the morning, both of them with plans to visit others in the city, and neither were going to be back at the shop until the next day. Which left Jamil and Leon alone, free to spend the day how they pleased.
The bed creaked softly, slowly, rhythmically as Jamil rocked his hips forward and back, waves of pleasure crashing among the sheets—which were far from their original tidy state of the morning, haphazardly hanging to the mattress, trailing on the floor. Quiet gasps and moans followed in harmony with the creaking, the space between saved for breathing together, for capturing their sounds in open-mouthed kisses.
They rarely had this kind of time together, when it was just them. And Jamil planned to make the most of it, just as Leon did, the two of them hardly leaving the other’s side all day.
It hadn’t been all sex—no, they had just sat together at the piano downstairs for most of it, the bench there creaking under their weight as they jostled the other over disagreements regarding their music. But it never took long for them to seek each other out in more intimate ways, kisses lingering on lips, trailing down necks and over chests until they were both half-naked, with the intent to keep going. That was when Jamil had moved them upstairs, and that was where they had been for the past hour or so.
And he was prepared to stay there the rest of the afternoon, through the night, and wake up with Leon in his arms in the morning, run his fingers through their hair, and make love to them again.
“Jamil,” Leon spoke, pulling him out of his thoughts, and propped themself up on their elbows. He stopped moving, still buried inside them.
“Yeah?”
They cupped his face in their hand, thumb stroking his cheek, wiping away sweat from the warm afternoon. “Can we try something… different?”
Afraid he had done something wrong, or hurt them, he started to pull back, but their legs wrapped around his waist kept him from breaking away completely. When he studied their face and realized there was nothing but a burning sort of desire there, he relaxed back into them, and nodded. “What kind of something?”
“Well…” They paused, biting their bottom lip for a moment in thought. He waited, as he always did, and after a breath they pressed their hands to his chest, motioning for him to sit back. He did, keeping them seated in his lap, still inside them, swallowing down his own groans as they adjusted.
“Is this it?” he asked. They had certainly had sex like this before, and he didn’t need to be asked to do so, the feeling of Leon’s release landing on both of their stomachs when they came, the way they threw their head back, long hair draped over their shoulders, all enough for him to beg for the position on his own.
But they shook their head, running their hands over his arms, fingertips light enough to tickle, and leaned close to him, their breath against his ear. “You know I love how gentle you are. How kind, how… obedient when I ask for something…” A shiver went down his spine and they laughed through their nose, lips pressing chaste kisses to his cheek. “You know I love all of it, right?”
“Yes,” he answered, turning his head to chase their lips, but they just pulled back, a smile on their face as they teased him. “Lee, please, just tell me what you want.”
“I want you to forget all of it.”
Jamil frowned, concern at the edge of his voice. “What?”
“I want you to forget about being gentle. About being kind. And obedient.” They shifted in his lap, grinding against him just slightly, the smile on their face turning into something darker as their voice lowered. “I want you to fuck me roughly, hard, fast, however you want—I want you to use me however you want.” At their words, Jamil’s dick twitched inside them, and they let out a small gasp, hands gripping his arms. “Is that all… okay to you?”
Of course, it was. Of course, it was okay to him—it was taking every ounce of his control not to immediately act towards what they wanted. And he knew, had known, really, that this was what they wanted. Every time he would adjust his pace or thrust into them a little out of rhythm, harder than usual, they would moan louder, dig their nails into his skin deeper, face flushed and panting. He had thought about fucking them, really, really fucking them, dozens of times. But he waited, because he wanted to be sure they were ready.
He swore to himself from the first time they had slept together, that night in Venterre, that he was going to move at their pace. He wasn’t going to hurt them any more than they had already been hurt in the past, he refused. So, when they had shied away from him touching their wrists at first, he listened. When they asked for more, or less, faster, or slower, he listened. When they relaxed, and asked him to hold them in place, lacing their fingers together as they came in unison, he listened.
And now, they wanted him to use them. And he wanted to listen. But still…
“Are you sure?”
Leon huffed, rolling their dark eyes, their hands holding onto his shoulders to pull them closer. “Jamil, if I wasn’t, would I have ever brought this up to you?”
He knew they wouldn’t. Resting his forehead against theirs, he spoke quietly, voice deep in his chest. “If I do this—and I want to, I really, really want to—you have to promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
Their breath tickled his face as they laughed, but they nodded. “You could never be too much for me. But I promise.”
“Good.” He kissed them once, deeply, taking their breath with him as he pulled back, his green eyes searching their face as they started to melt into him. “I’m going to start now.”
They nodded again, eyes already glazing over with lust. “Please.”
“Okay,” he whispered, more to himself than anything, and lifted them off of his lap. Leon opened their mouth to complain, he assumed, but before they could, he had turned them, so they were on their hands and knees on the bed, Jamil positioned behind them.
He teased his cock around their rim, drinking in the quiet whimper that escaped them, their hips grinding back towards him. Leaning forward, he brushed their hair off their back, kissing down their spine as his hands massaged into their hips.
“Mm, Jamil,” Leon murmured, arching into every touch. “What did I just tell you to do?”
Jamil just grinned. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to fuck you into this goddamn bed—” his voice was low in their ear, and they gasped, biting at their lip. “—I’m just getting us warmed up.”
“We’ve been fucking for the better part of an hour, we are definitely warmed up enough by—” Leon’s complaint died on their tongue as Jamil thrust inside of them, both of them moaning together. “O-oh, fuck—”
Jamil didn’t give either of them a moment to rest before snapping his hips forward again, burying himself deep inside of them, his grip tightening on their hips, pressing bruises into their skin. Their whole body shook beneath him, their slender fingers grasping at the sheets as he continued to move. They started to fall into the sheets, burying their face, but Jamil pulled their arms behind them, holding them by their wrists, and lifting their chest off of the bed.
“That’s better, baby,” he said as they whimpered, voice shaking with each rough thrust. “I want you close to me.”
He glanced over their shoulder and realized that they had landed within sight of the mirror propped up on the wall across from the bed. In it, he could see the exact expression Leon was making, their mouth falling open, eyes dark and half shut, lips red and swollen from how much Jamil had kissed them—and how much they had bitten their lips themself. Their hair was partly down their back, wet with sweat from their back and his chest, the rest swung out in front of them with every movement Jamil made, a dark, silky curtain that Jamil wanted to tangle his fingers in and pull.
He had done it before; he knew they liked it. Just like they liked the way he was still pounding into them, voice high with pleasure. The desperate little fucked-out noises they were making only drove Jamil on further, eager to hear more.
Leon was starting to go slack in his grip, leaning towards the bed again, and on instinct, Jamil reached out with one hand, gripping their hair, and tugged, roughly forcing them back against his chest, closer to him than before. They cried out as their hips slapped together, their hands struggling to reach back to hold onto his waist.
“Fuck—right there, right there, Jamil, I, ah—”
Jamil listened, keeping his angle, his pace, his pressure the same against Leon as they came, cursing and praising him all in one breath. Yet, he didn’t stop his movements even when their orgasm ended, and as they started to fall forward, he pulled on their hair again, his other hand resting on their chest to keep them together.
“You feel so good, Lee,” Jamil breathed into their ear, biting gently at their lobe. “You take my dick like it was made for you, and you look beautiful while you do.”
With a strangled groan, Leon tilted their head even further back, their hands coming up to rest over his hand on their chest, lacing their fingers together. They squeezed his hand with his thrusts, voice catching when he paused to pull his dick almost all the way out of their ass before snapping into them again. When they regained their breath for a moment, they turned their head towards him.
“You can—you can see how I look right now?” It was more of a statement than a question, but Jamil still nodded, staring at them both in the mirror.
“I can see everything, baby.” He kissed under their jaw, and watched their chest rise in a gasp.
“Tell me.”
“Tell you what?”
“Everything you can see.”
Jamil slowed down his thrusts, falling back into a steady rhythm. He let go of Leon’s hair to place his hand on their throat, just under their chin, holding their head tilted back. Keeping his lips close to Leon’s ear, he began to describe just what he could see.
“Your skin is flushed pink from here—” he tapped their cheek “—to here.” His hand on their chest squeezed their hand. “Pink, the color of the sky right before the sun disappears for the night, and just as breathtaking. And all of your scars are like the clouds,” his hand trailed down their chest, tracing faded scars as it went, “only making the sunset all the more enchanting.”
Leon laughed through their nose, biting back a smile. “Do I enchant you?”
“Do you enchant me?” Exhaling, Jamil pressed kisses to their shoulder. “You captivate me.” He kissed a mark he had left earlier on, feeling them shiver as his teeth grazed their skin. “I am mesmerized by you, by everything you do.” His eyes stayed on the mirror, taking in every tiny change in Leon’s expression, every small flex of their body against him, every breath they took. “I always have been. But you know that, don’t you?” That was more of a statement as well, yet Leon nodded, voice strained.
“Yeah,” they swallowed; he felt their throat bob under his fingers. “I know.”
“Right now,” Jamil continued, his hand traveling further down, fingers stopping just short of a small patch of dark hair, feeling their stomach jump in anticipation. “Right now, you’re the one enchanted, aren’t you? I can see your reaction to every single touch I give you, and as much as I can’t tear my eyes off of you, I know you would find it even harder if I just—stopped.” His hips slowed even more, until he was moving almost painfully slow inside of Leon, and they whined, trying to grind against him to get more, to move faster again, but Jamil’s grip on them held them in place.
“Jamil,” they gasped his name like a prayer, and he loved how it sounded out of their lips.
“Even now, you’re still so aroused—even though you just came, you’re ready to go again.” He wrapped his hand around their half-hard dick, stroking it once in time with his thrusts, and Leon cried out pitifully.
“Jamil—”
“And I love it.” Jamil kissed their cheek once. “You told me to use you however I wanted, baby.” Leon’s dick twitched in his hand at that reminder, and he smiled, rubbing his thumb over their tip. “Seeing you like this is just what I want. Your legs shaking against mine, sweat trickling down your back and over your chest, your hair messy and undone for me to touch, and your body just desperate for more.”
One of Leon’s hands tangled into Jamil’s hair as they turned their head towards him, seeking out his lips. He granted them a deep kiss, nipping at their bottom lip when he pulled away, and they whimpered softly. His hand slid up their throat until his finger teased at their lips, and they opened their mouth to take his finger inside and suck at it, tongue wrapping messily around him. He started matching his thrusts with Leon’s pace around his finger, other hand stroking their dick until they were completely hard again. Just as precum leaked out over his hand, he stuck another finger inside of Leon’s mouth, and they were more than happy to accommodate, moaning around his fingers as they sucked at them.
He could feel them building towards another orgasm, but he didn’t want them to come just yet. So, he stopped everything, stopped stroking them, stopped fucking them—pulling his dick out completely—and taking his fingers from their mouth. A thin trail of saliva followed his fingers, dripping down Leon’s chin, and they gripped his hair tightly, a miserable moan leaving their throat. Before they could say anything, he grabbed their chin, voice low and rough in their ear.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me just how badly you want me to fuck you.” He pressed up against their ass, feeling their whole body shiver. “Beg me to fuck you.”
Other times, Leon would say they didn’t beg. (Jamil usually ended up being the one begging when they used him for their own release, not that he would ever dream of complaining about it.) Or, at least, that it took a lot of convincing to get them to beg. But they were so far past that point—Jamil could see it in their dark eyes, big, heavy tears in the corners, threatening to spill over—that they didn’t even hesitate.
“Please, please fuck me,” they pleaded, grinding against him. “I need you inside of me again, and again, and again until I die, Jamil, please.”
He chuckled at that, looking at them—not in the mirror but next to him—studying their wet eyelashes. “Until you die?”
They barely acknowledged him repeating what they said, just continuing on. “It would be worth it, ah, so fucking worth it. I dream about you fucking me, about you coming inside of me over and over, just using every—every inch of me. I need you to fuck me until the bed breaks or I break, and it-it still won’t be enough!”
Blunt nails dug into his scalp, Leon’s voice breaking. They were going to come without Jamil even touching them at this point, and he didn’t want that to happen. He had his answer on his lips already, was reaching to position his dick back to penetrate them again, when they seemed to summon the last ounce of brat left in them to murmur, strained, in his ear—
“I need you to fuck me… please, Daddy.”
A deep rumble, almost a growl, escaped Jamil, and he shoved Leon back down onto the bed, their ass up in the air in front of him, face buried in the sheets. He spread their legs apart even more as he snapped his hips forward, bottoming out inside of them, and Leon cried out, their voice echoing off the walls. Again and again, he fucked into them, their perfect, beautiful ass taking every inch of him, warm and wanting around his dick. He knew that had been the reason they called him that—so he would fuck the life out of them—it was the last bit of control they had over him in this position. And it drove him crazy.
“Is this what you wanted?” He panted, sweat dripping off his face onto their back as he moved. When they didn’t reply, he wound his hand in their dark, silken hair again and pulled enough to lift their face from the bed. “Answer me, baby. Is this what you wanted?”
Leon’s mouth was open, their throat bobbing as they struggled to answer between his thrusts. “Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes, fuck—Daddy!” Their voice cut off into a moan as he gave their ass a heavy smack, leaving his hand imprinted on their skin. He hit their ass again, and for a breath, was almost afraid that had been too much, hearing them sob, but they kept moving their hips with his. “More, more—uhn—please!”
“Fuck,” he groaned, his breath shuddering as he felt himself climb towards his own orgasm. He leaned forward more to push in deeper, and just as he did, Leon came, waves of painful pleasure rolling over them. This time they couldn’t even make out his name, words Jamil weren’t even sure were words tumbling off their tongue as their eyes rolled back. He didn’t slow down, only speeding up even more, fucking with short, hard thrusts into them as they lost their voice and went limp against the bed, body trembling around him.
He slapped their ass again, feeling them clench around his dick, and came, letting go of their hair, pressing his head between their shoulder blades, and murmuring praises into their sweat-soaked skin. They whimpered as he came inside them, their hands gripping at the sheets tight enough to tear.
When Jamil’s orgasm ended, he sat back up, giving a few more slow thrusts before pulling his dick out of their ass. He watched as his own cum trickled out of them, a shiver running down their spine. With a thoughtful hum, he trailed his hand lightly from the back of their neck to their tailbone. “You were so good, baby. So good for me.”
His hand tapped their ass, not nearly as hard as he had hit them before, but they still jumped and gasped at the feeling. “Mm, Jamil,” they sighed, voice muffled by the sheets and their own hair that had fallen back over their face, “thank you.”
Jamil laughed through his nose, flipping them onto their back with a grunt, their head and hair hanging over the side of the bed. “We’re not nearly done.”
“Huh?” Leon struggled to keep their head up, eyes wide as Jamil pulled their legs back around his waist.
“You said something about going until the bed breaks, and as far as I can tell—” Jamil rocked forward on his knees roughly, the bed and Leon crying out together. “It’s not broken yet.” He ran his hand down the front of Leon’s chest, dirty with sweat and cum. “Of course, if it’s too much… if you’ve had enough—"
“No.” Leon’s ankles crossed behind Jamil’s back, a spark of their normal stubbornness in their eyes. “No, it’s not too much.” They reached one hand out, and he guided it to his face, letting them stroke his cheek with their thumb. For a moment, their face softened. “I told you—you could never be too much for me.”
Sucking in a breath, Jamil kissed them—Leon’s arms wrapping behind his neck for balance—until they were both left panting again, and he touched his forehead to theirs.
“Then hold on tight, baby.”
Leon nodded, a soft laugh turning into a moan as he prepared to fuck them again, this time looking at all of them as they laid out in front of him, not in the mirror. As the sun set outside, rays of orange, purple, pink cascading over their body, over their scars, over the marks he had left behind, Jamil thought they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and he couldn’t imagine wanting to look at anything else.
Maybe he really was enchanted by them, he thought, much, much later, when they both were completely spent, barely enough strength to wash off before settling down to sleep. Leon had passed out as soon as they touched the bed, hair still wet from the bath, and Jamil worked to wrap it so it would dry as they slept, lying their head on his chest.
Even then he couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching their back rise and fall with their quiet breaths, their arms wrapped around his stomach. He traced a scar on their shoulders lightly, remembering the story that lay under the raised skin, the pain that had preceded it. He remembered all of the stories behind the scars on their body, at least the ones he was present for. Shifting just enough in the bed to look down at their face, he touched the scar on their cheek with his thumb, one they had received while protecting him. It still made his chest twinge with pain to remember that story, to remember the panic he felt when he thought he had lost them, that they had died protecting him.
Once he realized where his thoughts had shifted, he sighed, shaking his head to clear it. No, there was no “maybe.” He was completely, hopelessly, endlessly enchanted by them, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Not when he got to hold them as he was, after the day they had spent together, after the years they had spent together already.
And he hoped he was only going to get more years to hold them, to whisper that he loved them into their ears, to fall asleep knowing they were both happy and safe, together.
They laughed softly, already leaning towards him. “So polite, little prince.” When they were barely a hair’s breadth away from his lips, they whispered, “please do.”
Just a little royals moodboard as I cannot get enough of them like this and I have to subject you all to it as well or risk imploding <3
I will always take an excuse to share some Jamil x Leon crumbs from my royals au and of course this is over 6 sentences bc I have no chill ever and they currently control my every waking moment
“I told you already. I missed you. And I wanted to prove to you that I could keep my promise, mean it, and it would still happen.” He pressed his lips to the back of their hand, watching the way their face fell into something softer. “Do you still think this is something that can’t last?”
They laughed through their nose, cupping his face in their hands. “You are selfish, Jamil,” they whispered, kissing him. “You know that’s not our choice to make. Don’t you realize how much more we’ll hurt when this has to end?”
Hearing them say his name sent butterflies through his stomach, and he wrapped his arms around their waist. “If you’re so opposed to it, you should probably stop kissing me, then.”
Lian let out a real laugh that echoed around them, and they started walking Jamil backwards until they both fell onto Lian’s bed. Straddling him, Lian leaned over Jamil, kissing behind his ear, down his neck. “No,” they said, “I don’t think I will.”
Tagging @sunrisenfool @arcanecadenza @ilyamatic and @valhallanrose if any of you have some crumbs of a wip you would like to share
