In this line of work, it was so easy to put others before oneself. That was his line of duty, helping others, that was the role he was trained to play since he was young. It was first nature— always had been, always will be. And it was easy to push people away with such a mindset. Brush off his own needs. Convince everyone around him he was fine when he could feel broken bones give way or his mental state shatter. But stubbornness could only get one so far before help was forced upon you. Call him a hypocrite— because that patience was thin for people with a mental likeness of his own.
And this girl, he now took responsibility for protecting, was as hard headed as they came. She cared for others, but not as much about herself as she should have. Penny was hurt. Try as she might to hide it but Leon was too wise with his years to see something was wrong right away. No matter how many times she tried brushing it off, till finally the agent was on the verge of snapping.
@watchspring : How many times do I have to tell you? I'm fine!
"You're not!" Voice was stern and carried louder than he had intended. A step back is taken. Heavy sigh escaping chapped lips as he lifted an exhausted hand up at the young woman. Softly Leon pressed, “You’re not fine. I’m not blind yet. I am here... to ensure your safety--- and I can't do that if you won't let me.”
“Let me in. Close enough to at least help you.” He begged, holding out a hand to the young woman, expression softening, “It’s okay to need help. It’s okay to let people take care of you. That’s a weight no one can hold on their own all the damn time. So… let me see your wound. Clean it up. Won’t even need to thank me for it.”
He regards the woman with a thoughtful glances, studying her features for a solid moment in contemplation. He doesn't know a thing about her--- but she was more than easy on the eyes. Yeah... he could act based on looks. "Hmm, smash."
INCOMING TRANSMISSION ⇋ @biosurvive
❛ collapse . to break a bed during sex with my muse .
It had been a taxing day on the agent. Between working nearly five hours over the time he was due to freedom from the confines of his office and the headache of now being partly responsible in the training of new recruits, Leon was more than just exhausted. If he collapsed down in bed the moment he got home he wouldn't be able to sleep. Too riled by how flip floppy his salary shift had gone. However, he did have a few things in mind when he walked through the front door. Greeted by his oh so loving husband was just the start to turning his day around for the better. It takes a short conversation and confession to end them up in their bedroom.
Vision was blurred by the white stars of lust. Only able to make out the shape of his lover atop him. His breath was caught in his throat and his voice along with it, moans barely able to escape him in ragged succession. Body was damp with a thick layer of sweat, musk, and creamy seed that had already spilled over his midriff. Limbs sore from the various positions his lover had forced him into by his own orders. Even when Leon claimed to hand over his control to the larger man, he was still barking demands when he had the voice for it. Wanting him harder, deeper, faster--- take him anyway he could. Thus far he's delivered exactly what he wanted. Over and over.
Leon was laid on the flat of his back, head cushioned by multiple pillows to save him a possible head injury from the headboard he was all but pinned against. Strong thighs were limp as jelly, spread apart wide with Chris's broad frame shoved between them. Larger hands held tightly onto his hips, keeping the agent steady, bruising the skin as easily as ripe fruit. Burying his cock deep within his heat again and again filling him completely. Pressing firmly against that sweet near constantly. It was enough to start driving Leon mad. Back arching up till he was balanced on his shaking shoulders, muscles cramping from the effort alone and a sound so sweet ripping past his lips in a cry. The discomfort was all well enough worth it when the angle was shifted. Leaving him reveling in the feeling of his lover bottoming out.
Suddenly hips were forced down, far enough his husband's length was lost entirely, the sensation uncomfortable. Causing Leon to whine and force his reddened, steamy blues to peer up at him. He watched as Chris leaned over him, a hand at the bed frame and the other between them. The blonde moaned when his lover easily entered him again. Soon the bed was creaking and wailing with every rapid thrust that clapped loudly against the agent's bruising ass. Leon was crying out his husband's name midst a loud mix of emotions as ecstasy ripped through him once again. Another mess made on himself. Dull nails dig desperately along the larger man's back and sides and arms. Skin was certain to break, but neither of them cared. Nor did they stop when the wood legs started to crack. The sound was lost to the songs of pleasure in the room. Till it gives way under repeated assault. Knocking what little air left out of Leon's lungs when Chris' full weight crashes down with the motion.
The agent was panting heavily when the other moved, yet he doesn't pull out. Leon forced himself up on his elbows to look. They were much closer to the floor. An annoyed look was given to Chris, who only offered a bashful and sultry smile in return. "Just--- keep going," he breathes as he pulls his husband back down, kissing him deeply and hungrily before breaking away, "don't stop till you're done."
