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Leon eyed the shelves of lube, letting his fingers trail over the labels. There was a sale on the water-based lubricant he liked. He took it and adjusted his grip on his phone.
He mumbled into the receiver, “You’re coming home tonight, right, Chris?” He slipped down the next aisle, lube in hand. It wasn’t often he had the luxury of visiting a sex shop in person. Most purchases were made online, or a birthday gag gift that turned out to be legit.
Chris sighed, “Yeah. I’m exhausted and can’t wait to get home. You okay with an easy night?”
The aisle proved boring with over-exaggerated fleshlights and fake tits. Leon ducked down the next one and his brows lifted.
“Yeah, easy.” Leon paused in front of a display of handcuffs and other restraint devices. He touched a set of cuffs with a thick chain. “Real easy, Redfield.” Ideas rolled through his head in rapid succession, most of them highlighting Chris's strong arms.
The smile was clear in Chris’s voice. “Great. See you soon, Leon.”
“See you.” Leon ended the call and picked up a kit.
The image of Chris bound, nude, straining against the restraints filled his head, and Leon had to switch gears to avoid arousing himself. Seemed like a bad take in a sex shop. He tucked the box under his arm and made his way toward the clerk to check out.
The rest of the plan formed while Leon made his way to the grocery store. Dinner, sex, a shower. Actually maybe a bath. That sounded better. They didn’t get to do the whole domestic thing that often, so why not indulge?
He purchased ingredients for a pot roast and headed home to throw it all together, he might have been a little heavy handed with the wine. While it cooked, Leon made his way to the bedroom to look over the restraint kit. He had purchased leather straps and cuffs with soft lining that would look fucking sinful on Chris. The straps just needed to be secured through the headboard.
Leon worked them through the framework and gave a solid tug. “Not getting out of these, Redfield.”
Leon pushed off the bed and went to check dinner.
~*~
An hour rolled by before the apartment door unlocked, and Chris shouted a greeting. Leon glanced up from the table and put his phone aside.
“Hey, welcome home.” That still sounded so weird, clunky, but Leon found he loved it.
Chris dropped his bag by the door and kicked off his boots. “Dinner smells good.” He made his way into the dining room and kissed Leon. “What, no takeout?”
Leon huffed and thumped Chris’s shoulder. “Don’t be an ass, or you don’t get any.”
Chris grinned. “Oh that’s cruel, Leon.” He leaned down for another kiss. “Alright, I’m sorry, dinner smells great. Thanks.”
Leon bumped their hips. “Yeah, well, dessert will be better.”
Chris’s eyes lit up, and he settled in his chair. Leon was struck by the domesticity again while they ate. They chatted about work, whatever new mission Claire was on, and what to do with their days off. It made Leon’s thoughts relax. Something easy to focus on, carefree, loving almost.
Their days were numbered after all; it was best to make them count.
He shoved the thought away while they loaded the dishwasher. Chris let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. Leon glanced at him, admiring the swell of his biceps.
“Shit, my back’s killing me. I think I’m gonna have to rain check dessert, Leon. I’m going to go throw some epsum salt in the tub for a soak.” Chris let his hand drift to his shoulder.
“You can’t tap out on me like that, Redfield.” Leon leaned against the counter with his hand on his hip. He watched Chris’s attention turn to him. “Dessert’s special tonight.”
The warring emotions in Chris’s eyes gave way to tiredness. His shoulders sagged a little, and he smiled, soft, warm. “Leon, I really don’t have the energy to fuck you tonight.” He paused, eyes widening. “Wow, those are words I never thought I’d say. Shit.”
Damn, their age must really be catching up. Sure they were pushing fifty, but Chris Redfield saying no to sex? Leon laughed and shook his head.
He grinned, crossing his arms. “Fuck me? Ha, the nerve of you Redfields.” He caught Chris by the wrist and yanked him down the hall. Chris went without complaint, and Leon added, “I’m fucking you, Captain.”
Leon hip checked the bedroom door and didn’t give Chris time to catch his bearings when he shoved him onto the bed. The mattress groaned, and Chris hurried to sit up. Couldn’t have that. Leon placed a hand at the center of his chest and shoved him back down.
Chris’s eyes focused on Leon, and he managed a grin. It still looked tired, but Leon knew he was warming Chris up. “As much as I’d love that, I really don’t know how good I’d be, Leon.” He tugged Leon onto the bed and when he was close enough, Chris brushed back some of his bangs.
Leon pressed a kiss to Chris’s jaw before he settled back on his heels. His hands lowered to Chris’s shirt and lifted it over his head. When it was off, Leon pressed his palms into Chris’s shoulders in a massage. As he worked, he leaned down til their chests touched.
He whispered, “You don’t have to lift a finger, Captain. I’ve got it covered.” He reached for the first cuff and pushed Chris’s arm up. “Just relax.”
Chris’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head back to stare at Leon’s hands. He didn’t struggle when Leon snapped the second cuff around his wrist or even fight when the bindings were strapped around his forearms, pinning them together. No, all Chris did was smile. It was sharp, gorgeous and promised things that made Leon shudder with anticipation.
“Well I see you were busy this afternoon, Agent Kennedy.” Chris gave a testing tug, and the metal frame rattled. The muscles in his chest flexed as he gave another, harder tug. “Looks like I’m at your mercy.”
Leon’s heart lodged in his throat and vibrated uselessly. The way Chris tensed and relaxed, the delicious look in his eyes, it was all enough to drive Leon over the edge before they even started. It made him feel like some horny teenager while he sat back on Chris’s lap.
Oh… oh shit. Chris was already hard and they were sitting on the very start of their night. Maybe they were getting old? Or maybe they had done this same old dance so many times their bodies just knew? Leon liked that thought better as his own skin heated under Chris’s eye.
Ah, Leon’s brain had skittered to a halt. That looked bad on a guy who made his living as some high-profile government agent. He brushed back his bangs and settled on a cocky smirk while he pushed off of Chris. Their eyes met, and Leon’s heart pattered against his ribs in a rapid flutter. God did this man make him stupid.
Leon dropped his hands onto Chris’s belt and worked it open enough to get at Chris’s fly and yanked the jeans down his legs. There was a damp spot at the top of Chris’s briefs where his cock strained. Did he really sit through dinner half hard? Leon looked at his boyfriend and realized, yes, yes he did. Fucking Redfields.
“Looks like you aren’t that tired, Redfield.” Leon settled between Chris’s legs and pressed his palm against the bulge in his underwear. “How’s your arms? They don’t pinch?”
Chris let out a breathy noise and rocked his hips into the motion. “They feel fine.” He fixed his hooded eyes on Leon. A lazy smile spread his lips. “You feel better though.”
Leon smirked. “Thought being charming was my thing?” He pushed off to start to undress himself. He could feel his own arousal straining against his zipper.
“It is, but I have to keep you on your toes, right, Kennedy?” Chris tilted his head and watched Leon with hunger in his eyes.
It made Leon shiver with desire. “Got a starin’ problem, Redfield?”
“You want a cheesy pickup line, Leon? You know why I’m staring.” Chris clicked the cuffs.
That alone was cheesy enough Leon supposed. He stripped off Chris’s underwear and contemplated the benefits of brief head. There were few since Chris looked ready to go quickly. Such a shame.
Leon dropped the new bottle of lube beside Chris and straddled his waist. He settled his hands on Chris’s chest and let them wander. Aged scars and warm muscle greeted him. His fingers caught in the dips and divots of twenty years fighting terrorism, and it made him shiver. So many battles, so much effort.
Chris rocked his hips up, catching Leon off guard. They bounced and Leon sucked in a ragged breath.
“Hey, calm down.” He leaned back to rest his hands on Chris’s knees, ignoring their rigid cocks in favor of loving chastisement. “No need to be in such a hurry, Captain.”
Chris snorted and gave another lazy roll of his hips. “Funny coming from you since you usually pop before me. You might have four years on me, Kennedy, but you don’t have an ounce of stamina.”
Leon laughed and moved to settle between Chris’s thighs. He opened the lube and coated his fingers. “Well, we can’t all punch boulders in active volcanoes and live, can we?” He pressed his fingers to Chris’s ass. The way Chris arched made Leon’s lips split into a devilish smile. “Or tear the heads off bio-weapons barehanded.”
Chris shuddered and Leon soaked it all in. “Exaggerations. Carlos embellishes.”
“Does he?” Leon pressed his fingers inside of Chris and moved them in a lazy circle. “I don’t think he does.”
The chains rattled when Chris arched his back, moaning. There was something to seeing Chris bound that made Leon feel predatory, hungry. Chris was his, and Leon would make damn well sure it was known.
A second finger slipped into Chris and the pair thrust lazily back and forth. Leon loved foreplay as much as sex. He loved teasing Chris because the guy was so stick-in-the-mud and by the book in the office that seeing him writhe was like opening a Bible to find a canteen of whiskey.
A full canteen.
Leon scissored his fingers and leaned over to trail kisses along Chris’s chest and upper abdomen. Chris panted and swore under him, but it only spurred Leon on. He traced the sweat slick skin with his tongue and basked in the taste of salt. He pressed his fingers in deeper and curled them, humming in satisfaction when Chris arched off the bed again.
“Leon!”
Ah Leon wanted to go a little longer, but Chris rarely said his name so sweet like that. Usually he whispered it into Leon’s ear or groaned it. May as well reward his lover.
Leon withdrew his fingers from Chris and grinned when the big bad wonder-boy whimpered from the loss. Fuck, today must have been a busy day for Chris to be too tired to play macho.
“Shh, I got you, Captain.” Leon opened a condom and rolled it down his length. His eyes met Chris’s, and he could get lost in their foggy haze. “No man left behind, right?”
Chris licked his lips, and if the alcoholism and suicide attempts hadn’t earned Leon a spot in hell, that look sure did. “Right.”
Leon echoed, body thrumming, “Right.” He held Chris open with one hand and slipped inside. The other braced him on Chris’s hip. “Fuck.”
Heat, pressure. All of it enveloped Leon, and the sound of Chris gasping under him only served to swallow him deeper. He sank to the hilt inside of Chris and bent over his body, searching for his mouth. Their lips met in a brush of skin that turned to a battle of tongues and flash of teeth. He could taste the wine from dinner on Chris’s tongue and chased it, chased him; the delicious flavor of adrenaline and masculinity that culminated into Chris Redfield.
Leon whimpered and cupped Chris’s face as he rocked his hips harder. It felt different not having Chris’s strong, calloused hands running over his skin, but that meant he could focus. Or try to. All of the stimulation bombarding Leon at once had him more than a little lightheaded.
Chris tugged at the restraints, making them clatter. It sounded good, and Leon wondered what it would feel like to be on the receiving end. Maybe he would have to let Chris tie him up next?
Oh that thought was fun. He slipped a hand along Chris’s right arm and thrust his hips faster, panting. His fingers brushed the cuff, and he could feel the tendons in Chris’ wrist flexing. The man had so much strength in him, so much control. Twenty-four years was a long time to fight terrorism, but Chris still stood strong. The man was a fucking god.
“Chris...” Leon bit his lip, hips faltering.
“Leon.”
Leon wrapped a still slick hand around Chris and pumped him in time with his thrusts. “Fuck! Chris!” Leon’s body tensed, and he slammed their hips together once, twice, three times as he tipped over the edge into orgasm.
Chris joined him a second later though Leon’s only indication, his brain had short circuited, was the heat spilling over his fingers. Leon looked down and shifted out of Chris, hissing at the sensitivity. Leon dropped beside Chris and pressed his face to a sweaty neck. The sound of their breath filled the room for several long seconds while they struggled to come down.
After their breathing leveled, and it was just Leon’s heart thundering, Chris nudged him. “Leon? You mind?” He clinked the cuffs.
Leon grumbled at being disturbed but sat up to get the key. He contemplated leaving Chris like that over night, but only assholes would do that to their boyfriends. He unlocked the cuffs and embraced Chris, nuzzling back against his neck. Chris settled a hand on Leon’s hip and stroked nonsense against the skin.
“Want a wet wipe?” Leon ran his hand through Chris’s hair, noting how it was graying in some areas.
Chris squeezed him. “Bath. I want to soak. You can sit on my lap.”
Leon grinned. “Oh, yeah? I can do a lot on your lap.”
Chris laughed and pushed them both up. “I’m too tired for round two. Old age is a bitch, Leon and we have to pay our dues.”
Leon hummed. “Yeah, okay. But you’re washing my back.”
Chris squeezed him again. “Deal.”
Leon laced their fingers and basked in the domesticity a little longer.