They’re both insatiable today. What started in the bed continued afterwards, while Leon is trying to make breakfast for them, but food is completely forgotten once Chris starts kissing his neck again.
One thing leads to another and Leon’s on his stomach, bent over the kitchen table, and he does not mind at all. They can barely keep their hands off of each other and well, how can he blame Chris when they’ve been apart for so long?
The feeling of Chris inside of him for the second time that morning is incredible, he always enjoys the feeling of Chris’ cock inside of him, stretching him open and hitting all the right spots.
Leon has no problem telling Chris want he wants, or begging when he’s pushed to that point, and he’s too desperate to not say ‘please’.
Fingers grip the edge of the table, each thrust sends him forward against it and the sound of the table creaking rings out throughout their kitchen. As soon as fingers are in his hair and Chris tugs at the locks, Leon gasps out sharply at the sting in his scalp, and a moan follows against Chris’ lips, hips moving back against Chris as if to beg him silently to go faster, harder.