Ohhhhh for Leo, please. 29. "You're being so good for me. I knew you could take it all." Many thanks, my friend!
Always happy to take your request friend! A little bit of loving with blue boi himself.
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Leonardo has a tendency to say things softly against your ear, no malice intended just promise. His words are carefully picked and delivered against the spot behind your ear. He loves how easily he can break you out into goosebumps, how your eyes will flutter and you’ll sigh.
He loves the weight his words can carry.
He loves it almost as much as being inside of you.
Just almost.
Your back hits the mirror on the vanity, it’s a little colder than anticipated, contrasting with your heated flesh. That’s fine though, you’re not given much of a chance to dwell in the change, Leo’s too busy grabbing one of your legs, twisting you in a way you know your body will regret in the morning.
But he’s in that mood. Wants to test out your limits, see how far you go before you squirm. He has that leg swing over his strong forearm, his unoccupied hand rests over your folds. He’s got that drunk look in his eyes you like so much (cause you cause that) he’s overtaken by you, mixed into your scent and the thickness of the air surrounds him. He runs a thumb over the slit, it makes that salacious sound he loves so much. “You’re so wet for me” His words are low, soft but husky. He bites his lower lip when your toes curl, thumb rubbing that sensitive little nub.
Your palms are flat on the vanity table, rear sliding a bit thanks to the sweat but he’s there to center you. Nothing bad should happen to you on his watch, so he teases only a bit just to get those itty bitty gasps from you that make his cock twitch. He runs a palm over your folds, moisture taken to coat his cock and the very image is enough to make you moan.
“Look at this darling, watch” He makes sure your gaze lies between your legs when he guides the tip of his flares cock through your folds. You gasp again, Leo hunches down enough to press his mouth to the crown of your head. “Feel that?” He emphasizes his question with another drag of the head but this time letting it rest at your entrance, pushing just enough to make you shut your eyes.
“Mhm, keep your eyes open for me” He kisses your temple, nuzzles it and pushes just a tad more.
“Ohh,” Your eyes are glued, absolutely taken with the way he spreads you. That initial burn is there when he breaches more of the head inside of you, but my what a sight it is. You’re so slick and ready for him, and so is he by the looks of how a gush of pre cum leaves him and manages to slip out of you. He pulls out enough to run it through your folds again before pushing in just a little more, till half of him is in. Leo’s churring all the way, so deeply and low that you love how you can feel it over your skin.
When he pushes in fully, buries himself completely till you here that low but soft cuss word slip from his lips. You’re so full, stretched to the limit and aware that all he’s done is just remain there and already your resolve falters.
He cups your chin and makes you look up at him, he smirks.
“You’re being so good for me. I knew you could take it all” How can such simple words make you moan? How can he be so sweet talking when he’s about to fuck you into another plane of existence? He’s got you in the palm of his hand.
He does is so slow too, he wants you to watch how easily you accommodate him, grip him and need him to just drive himself in with desire. But he remained deliberately slow, making sure you spill all those perfect little sounds he loves.
Leo feels greedy though, his commands to watch how he fucks you slow go on halt when he dips to capture your lips. You’re overwhelmed, consumed with his mouth and wanting him to just pick up a little bit more speed. You moan something resembling ‘please’ and Leo grins against your lips. He keeps you spread, the hold on your leg firm as his other hand rest on your other thigh. It never fails to make your brain shut down when he thrust just a little harder, enough for the contents of the vanity table to clatter and fall. Frankly this is your favorite moment, when he’s lost in the moment, lost inside of you.
While his hold is firm and bruising and his hips move with the purpose of leaving you a mess, Leo is still so soft with you. Soft little words of encouragement swept across your mouth and jaw. Telling you that you’re his good little student, that you’re so good for Sensei. Leo grunts and drives him in, bottom him out and relishing the way you spasm around his length. There’s a split second of just him pressing his forehead to yours, basking in this feeling. You cup his face and bite your lower lip, then you kiss him just as softly as his words have been raining down on you all night. You push him, you tell him to keep going, to show you how he loves.
Leo loves how your thighs shake when you unravel around him, he loves watching the flesh jiggle or go stiff. Loves how your toes curl and uncurl, how tightly you screw your eyes closed but try somewhere in the middle to watch him. All these littles things always nest in his mind, he dreams of them and craves them when he’s gone without you for days. Leo pulls out and pushes in, teetering close to release and battling wanting it or prolonging it.
He groans, lips pressed to your cheek as he fills you up. Slowly he fucks his way through the release, watching his own seed spill from inside of you onto his cock, it’s messy but it’s the one mess he loves the most. Leo feels weightless and heavy at the same time, still enthralled by your mess and spasming walls, he pushes back in again with a shiver and rests his head on your shoulder.
He wants to stay like this.
He doesn’t want to move.
