hihi!!:D i saw your post asking for some short little ship writes….i don’t know if that post still stands but if you’re still open to them, maybe some Leon X Mondo …..mmaaaybbee only if you’re down with it. But if you are, do what you want with it:))
and—not to keep adding more onto this, sorry…—if you do throw any WG into this, maybe it could be on Leon’s end? wink wink, but I don’t wanna make u feel forced, again, do wherever you want!
Leon x Mondo anon can I be your biggest fan please
Winter season’s a comin’
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Ship : Leomondo
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Early November meant that many summer or spring activities came to stop, people start to be seen outside wearing mittens and scarfs, sneakers transferred to boots, and sport season shifted.
When baseball came to a stop Leon didn’t really know what he was supposed to do most days, as they were usually filled with the torment of waking up for practice, feeling sore, eating and going to sleep, wake up again and repeat.
There were positives for sure, spending more time with his friends and he was actually able to take showers longer than 10 minutes!
Sitting down and actually enjoying a meal felt a little different, especially with the added ingredient of love..
Mondo decided to experiment at the house too, since the roads were a bit too icy to bike safely, they both hung up their uniforms and called it a month or two, they’d take a well deserved break with each other and catch up a little! It was well worth the time off.
“What’dya lookin’ at?”
Mondo walked in, looking as handsome as ever—his hair down, the usual white wife beater on and some throw on pants—a plate in his hands. He didn’t even realize he was starting, wiping a hand over his face before looking away, mostly to rid the dust of pink on his face.
“Nothing..what are you holding?”
He plopped himself down on the couch with a huff, looping his arm around Kuwata’s shoulder while placing the dish on his lap. “Cookies. I didn’t wanna burn nothin’ so I went with the simple stuff..”
He looked down and felt his heart flutter, chocolate cookies in the shape of a heart, probably brown to cover up the fact that they were crispy dark on the bottom, smart thinking! Not to mention, they were funky shaped hearts, the thought alone was enough to make him smile.
“..Thanks, Mondo!”
He grunted and nodded his head, but truthfully he appreciated the compliments on his mediocre baking. It was rough start for sure, his cake ended up as a circular brick that was hard enough to crack teeth, so the bright thing to do was not serve anything puke inducing to his boyfriend.
Leon took his time munching away with some dramatic movie playing on the living room tv, they were a bit crunchy for sure, but the taste was refreshing after a savoury meal; and it sure did satisfy his sweet tooth!
Not only, Owada left and came back a few minutes later with root-beer mudshake, the creamy vanilla mixing with the tangy, yet sweet root flavour. Leon didn’t waste any time gulping it down, washing the chocolatey flavour away with it.
He raised his fist and belched into it, earning an impressed pat on the back, grinning and pulling the blanket over his legs a bit more.
“I never took you for the baking type, what’s up with that?”
Mondo gave his neck a few scratches and shrugged yet again, he was always strangely awkward for such a tough biker!
“Y’a play a lot, plus, you’re cute when y’a get somethin’ sweet..”
His red hair was tousled with a palm, and a finger was suddenly shoved right in his gut. “Woah!”
It wasn’t too shocking when it sank in further than the both of them expected, especially with the amount of eating, napping and lazing around he’s done..and napping.
“Aw, dude..”
He lifted his shirt and pulled the hem of his pants out, seeing the red line marks on his tum from the tight waistband, undoing the knot and pulling them down so they sat around his hips loosely.
If he wasn’t shocked about the poking enough, a calloused hand found its way to his middle, a bit shocked at how good that felt after eating all those cookies and swigging down that booze.
His breath came out as a relieved moan, deflating into the couch as the hand moved the soft skin around, a shiver sent down his spine when one of those fingers moved down to his happy trail and back up.
Kuwata found himself entranced as his lips were pressed against the other’s, carding his hands through the other’s mullet, the taste of booze amplified, a hand holding onto the back of his neck. Maybe a little chub couldn’t hurt if this is the reward..