leith pierre nsfw alphabet (~4k words)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Leith, in short, is the defenition of hubby. He hates the term, but it fits.
He'll pull out. Flop down by your side, give you and himself a brief respite. He'll turn to you at some point, kissing your temple before lurching to his feet, trailing into the bathroom to dampen a cloth to the perfect temperature. He'll wipe you down, then himself - making sure you're okay without a bath. Oh, you wanted one? Of course. He's running it right away- Oh, you wanted a snack, your favorite candles he forgot last time he went grocery shopping? He's almost speeding down the road to get you what you send him out for. He's right by your side the second he gets back home, after stopping in the kitchen to make you the most romantic looking charcuterie board ever. Draining the tub to fill it right back up with warm water. Drying you off once you get too tired, dressing you for bed, whispering simple, sweet nothings until you both doze off.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Leith loves everything about himself. He loves his lips - he can kiss you wherever he pleases. He loves his hands, his fingers, the way they can curl in all the right spots that your own would never be able to hit. He loves his chest, his biceps, the way you can never pull your eyes away from them just flares his ego. In a weird, corny way, he almost feels like a peacock flaring it's tail every time you grovel for him.
For the ladies, he's obviously a tit guy. He'll suck your nipples dry, until they're bruised and sensitive. Swirling his tongue around the sensitive buds, squeezing and massaging them like an angry teen with a stress toy. Doesn't care if they're small or big. He tells you they fit perfectly in his hands anyways.
For the men, he's.. Still in love with your pecs, that is, if you're less lean or muscular. If you do work out, he's all over your adonis belt. Doesn't care about anything else. He thinks its so fucking sexy. He's leaving kisses all over it, trailing his tongue through the dip. Sucking hickeys onto the overhang of the muscle. Staring up at you while he does it - stifling back a snicker when you shudder from the ticklish feel of his tongue.
Outside of sex, for both genders, he loves your eyes. Your mouth. Your face in general. Over time in your relationship, he loves reading your facial expressions. Figuring out what each one means, how your eyebrows quirk in confusion, or the way they furrow together and meet in the middle when you're frustrated. The way your lips feel on his own, his cheeks, his forehead, it doesn't matter. Whether they're soft, chapped, or the skin is peeled to reveal red flesh underneath from your horrible habits, he loves it. The way your eyes trail his form, or just the way they crinkle when the two of you happen to pass in the hall at the factory. It's the little things, Leith thinks.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It's going wherever you ask him to. Of course, he has preferences - which we will get to - but he'd much rather please you. It makes him cum harder to see you pleasured by doing what you ask him to. If you want a creampie from him - he's hardly hesitating, rocking his hips faster than you feel should be possible - planting his load right into you. You always feel his stomach flutter against your body when he does.
But overall, he has to pick facials as his favorite. He loves the way you'll stick your tongue out - slobbering all over his tip, running the point of your tongue over his slit, working out his load with the muscle before he's pulling away to grunt and spasm, his all too thick sperm painting your face. It gets in your hair, your eyelashes, just barely missing your nose. He'll wipe it away from your eyes, smearing it somewhere else on your face, before shuddering and kneeling down to kiss you with rigor and fervor.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's a businessman. What do you think? He's far too professional to do it in front of his employees or co-workers - he can't taint the perfect impression he's made of himself - but the thought of slamming you against his mahogany stained desk, watching whatever papers he had neatly stacked on it flying to the floor without a fuck to give as he tears your clothing apart to rut into you like a mutt in heat is all too appealing to him. Don't worry, he keeps an extra pair of your pants hidden inside one of his desk drawers just in case the experience ever commences.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
I could imagine he's had his fair share of girlfriends throughout college, possibly an ex wife or fiancé (I like to imagine the possibility of an ex wife hearing rumors about playtime. I feel he'd take them to the factory to "prove nothing's wrong with the place" before feeding her to Boxy with indifference. He can't have anything happening to the company because of people like her, can he?).
He's far well off in experience. For the ladies, he knows just where to curl his fingers, how you like his fingers to twirl around your clit. How to angle his hips to aim at the perfect spot to get you to cry out into his pillows. Same for the men. Perfect finger curling and angling, but I feel he'd have less experience in.. Lets say, blow/handjob giving. He's an amazing fucker, but when it comes to handling a cock that isn't his, he's a bit confused. Give him some time, and some tips, and he's got it down in no time.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He isn't all too picky when it comes to something like this. Anything that won't hurt his old bones. He's in good shape, sure, plenty of muscle and a good diet, but that doesn't mean his age hasn't caught up to him. He doesn't mind not seeing your face, although he'd be happy if he could, he won't complain or refuse a position just because it doesn't include something specific.
Big fan of lotus. He can kiss your neck, squeeze your tits or just pinch your nipples. If he's laying back, to make it cowgirl/boy he has a perfect view of that adonis belt he adores so much. And it doesn't hurt his knees. Simple missionary, of course. Who doesn't love that one? Spooning if he's feeling more tired. Anything you're both comfortable with, really.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
It really depends on his mood. Or location. If you're at home, and he's feeling intimate or 'lovey-dovey', he's willing to let loose of his professional demeanor (well, he always does when he's at home with you), letting out a hearty laugh when he notices the mattress has slipped out of place, or when his sweat drips onto your face and makes you wipe it off with a grossed out face.
When you're at work - or if he's pissed and pent up, he prefers to not speak much or goof around. He's running to sex to calm down, and having fun during sex when he's angry isn't exactly on his to do list.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Leith does his best to stay groomed. Never really has the time to shave with work, but simple trimming of his pubic hair, keeping stubble or anything else is usually something he takes not even 5 minutes to do in the shower. He'd only let the stubble grow on his chin, though. But he's willing to experiment with growing it out. Only if you ask. I don't think he'd grow too much body hair either, simple leg hair and short chest hair, armpit hair and arm hair. Typical older guy.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Like I said, Leith is the definition of hubby. He's all over you, doing literally whatever you want or ask for. He's smothering your face in kisses, whispering how good you feel while his palm cups your chin from behind, his free hand either caressing your hip or jerking/rubbing you. In a way that's almost overwhelming.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Like previously mentioned, he's a businessman. He's put both of you on the same shift and hours on purpose - so unless you're out with friends, he never really pleasures himself at home. You're always with him.
If he does end up doing it, then it's been a hectic week. He's probably dealing with Sawyer's money hole, employees catching wind of what goes on in the lower levels, or whatever drama Sharon brings to his attention. The second he's alone in his office, the door is locked, and his hand is wrapped around himself, working himself all too desperately. Forehead planted to his desk, sweating and panting as he thinks of you. Or sometimes he isn't thinking about anything. But it's usually ruined by a knock to his door, or an irritating thought brushing his thoughts to ruin the mood.
When - or if - he does end up cumming, he's a whining, shuddering mess. He cleans up his mess, re-applying deoderant and cologne. Before walking out of his office with a somewhat lifted spirit to get himself a well deserved coffee, press a quick peck to your lips if he sees you on the way. As if nothing happened.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Leith has a few. Though I don't think he'd be down to really know names or specific titles of them, he defenitely has some that he partakes in every time you two fuck.
Huge huge service top/dom. He loves making sure you have everything you need, making sure everything he does feels good, that he's where you want him and doing everything you want of him. Huge leg kink, too. Loves your thighs, massaging the soles of your feet after a long day of work and kissing your thighs while he does so. Rubbing lotion after you're freshly shaven - or worshipping your muscles and calves like it's his last day on earth.
Huge exhibitionist, too. He isn't necessarily down for having people watch you, but knowing his employees and coworkers can hear you outside of his office (and not being able to do anything about it since he's the boss? BIGGEST ego flare Leith has ever felt) gets him sticky.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He really likes his office or your bedroom. Again, as with Leith, it depends the mood he's in.
He tries to keep the bedroom for more intimate moments, when he plans on spoiling you with a bath or cuddles, whatever you want afterwards, or when he's tired and in a good mood.
He really likes keeping his office for the little bit rougher times, when he's in a bit of a frenzy and just needs a quick pick-me-up. Your hole is the best one, he thinks. Whether you're against the wall, on the loveseat tucked near his desk, in his lap in his chair, or tossed over the desk like a sack of potatoes, it doesn't matter. He doesn't enjoy being intimate during sex in his office, he thinks it ruins the mood and isn't the right place. You deserve the best.
And, he keeps his infuriated side in the bedroom. Purely because, if he goes too far or hurts you, you're snuggled up with pillows and just a few steps away from an oversized bathtub anyways. But during these moments, he's painfully hard on you. He's angry. He's seriously wondered how the bedframe hasn't snapped in half before. Of course, you get an overstimulating amount of aftercare and love afterwards, too many apologies in your ear and too many 'I love you's.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Anger, usually. But, seriously, don't get him wrong. He loves seeing you in sexy outfits - lingerie, tight leg slit dresses or tight suits that make your bulge or pecs strain against the fabric get him hard on sight. Little whispers in his ear where he can feel your breath down his neck, your hands on his adonis belt or rubbing his shoulders to ease the muscle tensions send little shocks straight down to his groin.
Ultimately, anything you do can get him going if you do it right.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Leith wouldn't take sharing seriously. You're his, and he's yours. He doesn't like hurting you or doing anything you're uncomfortable with, even if on accident. It'll plague his mind and berate him for days.
His relative turn offs, he hates seeing you in thin clothing. It's that feeling in the back of his head that you're doing it for show instead of him, or the idea that somebody else might be seeing something they shouldn't. He doesn't really like sex standing up either. It's a little too much work on his old bones, having to hold you up or work his arms and legs to keep you in place.
Generally, he just doesn't like... Un-intimate sex either. He's down with being rough with you, but he'd never spank, draw blood or break skin. He loves you. He truly doesn't think that's love.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Both. He won't say no to going down on you, or you going down on him. He's not the best once you first get together, but his skill defenitely improves as your relationship goes on.
Big fan of tip suckling and running his tongue over your slit, or suctioning his lips around your clit while his fingers work inside of you, or even rimming you. Overtime it's become his favorite way to preparate you, especially in the office where lubricant is scarce. His saliva is a perfect replacement.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Per a lot of these things, it seriously depends on mood or location. Although he tends to do whatever you ask of him, like if you're tired and want it slow and steady until he fucks you to sleep, or if you're just too horny to stay still and you want it as fast as he can give, he's at your mercy. If he's in an irritable mood, his emotions all over the place, don't bother trying to get him to go slow. Because he won't be listening to you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He's down for one once and a while. Only at work, or in early mornings if he just happens to wake up with a raging tent in his pants before work. He keeps them full of love and they're nothing less or more than your longer fucking-sessions, just quicker. He loves these at work, too, when he just needs a break. He makes sure you're clean every time. Always keeps some wet wipes and tissues in his desk drawers just for you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
It depends how far this risk is. With having people hear you, sure, he doesn't care - but only because he's the boss. Who are his employees going to tell? He owns the company as a whole after Elliot's passing, so it's not like anybody can tell him what to and what not to do.
When it comes to being seen, hurting you, or anything else... No. Sure, he'll experiment with kinks, he's a man of "you'll never know unless you try". Everything happens atleast once as long as you bring it up to him. But he doesn't want people seeing you. It's weird, and it's an obvious invasion of privacy he isn't willing to be vulnerable with. Why would he want anybody else seeing you anyway?
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Two is for when you're at home, or if it's been a while since you've fucked. He has too many pent up feelings he hasn't been able to get out of him, and he's making up for lost time.
Usually when you're in the office, it's a quickie over his desk. He doesn't like sharing intimacy in such a.. Non-intimate place. He really wants to keep his love for you somewhere it will be remembered.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He's never really owned any before dating you, nor has the thought of buying any for your (or his) pleasure crossed his mind, as he thinks you both have enough of eachother already, but if you ask him to try something out, he'll obviously give it a go.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
With Leith, he likes to keep sex intimate, and he thinks teasing can ruin the mood. Although he does love taking his time with you, if he notices you're growing impatient or squirming from overstimulation on one spot for too long, he'll switch to a different one or speed up the process a little, only for you.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
It seriously depends. If you're at home, he tends to let his mouth go wild. He's sighing, grunting, groaning out in pleasure when he's fucking you. If you tighten around him - no, you did not hear him whine. If you're sucking his cock, it's even better. Because your hole doesn't have a warm tongue to swirl around his tip, to tease every single vein and imperfection. Gentle kitten licks to his slit get his hips bucking, his eyes rolling back, a drooling mess as he holds back whatever dignity he has left by pitifully trying to stifle back his whimpers and moans.
If you're in his office - which, is actually quite rare - he's far too good at keeping his moans under control. And, I mean, hardly a peep comes from him. Don't expect to get any whimpers or sexy grunts in your ears if you're at work. Although he's fine with people hearing, it's just a natural instinct he has.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If you have glasses, he just adores the way when he goes a little hard they start bouncing up and down on your face, your eyes rolling back into your skull. He loves it. If they get in the way, his sex covered fingers are pushing them back on your face before he leans down to kiss you. He doesn't want you to not be able to see him.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Beautiful adonis belt. Relatively muscular, minimal body hair. Probably sweaty. Slight dad bod, nothing too much.
Rough six inches in length, more on the girthier side with about five inches. He keeps himself trimmed everywhere, hardly ever shaves. He would if you wanted him to, though.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
With being Head of Innovation, and a well-off businessman, most of his time is occupied with Playtime. Whether it's interviews, simple meetings, working on new projects, reprimanding his employees, or anything else, he.. Doesn't really have that much time to have sex with you, pleasure himself, or anything of the like.
That being said, the two of you probably have sex once every two weeks or so. He doesn't have a set work schedule, and is usually forced to pick up as many shifts as he can, so his work days are all over the place, and its hard for him to answer all the "Do you work tomorrow?" questions. Because he truly doesn't know if he might have to clock in unexpected or not. But, believe me, the second he has time, he's giving you what you want. Whether it's the longest night of sex you've ever had, or putting your favorite tape in the television to snuggle on the couch with you, it doesn't matter.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Leith is relatively quick to fall asleep if you're in bed. He likes to spend an extra hour pampering you, bathing you and cleaning you up. Sex at home never ends without a bath. It doesn't matter how hard you went, he has to make sure you're warm and clean.
Once you're in bed, his kisses are long and all over your skin. You're in a pair of his boxers, maybe one of his shirts if you wanted one. He'll spoon you, one of his legs between yours, one arm under your neck to be flush with your pillow, his hand curled around in your hair while his other arm is curled around you, cupping your breast or pec. Plenty of sweet nothings mumbled in your hair, little rambles while he twirls your hair between his fingers until the two of you fall asleep.
