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"Fuck," Leon cursed, a weak grunt following the statement. It was mortifying, to be reduced to such a state from merely a few fingers. They hadn't even gotten to the good part-- as Ada had so lovingly called it-- yet.
"Feel good, lover boy?" Leon didn't dignify her with a response. Not if he wanted to keep at least some of his dignity by making sure the incorrigible noises he had clamped in his throat actually stayed there. She crooned, low and mocking, and Leon was almost glad that he had his face buried in the stiff pillows of their hotel room so that he wouldn't have to see the self-satisfied smirk that he was sure was plastered onto her expression. She was quiet for another moment, and Leon almost let himself get lost in the push and pull of her soft fingers inside of him, pressing against his walls so precisely that it made him squirm in ways he had never thought possible. "You think you're ready?"
"As I'll ever be," he grumbled, the words muffled by the fabric he still had his face stuffed in. He was startled to find cool (and blissfully clean) hands drawing his head from his self-imposed banishment-- turning him over in the process-- well-manicured thumbs swiping under his eyes in a tender display so very uncharacteristic of Ada.
"Leon," she said, stern but not harsh. It was gentle, somehow-- vulnerable. "We don't have to do this." He felt himself flesh, the tips of his ears burning hot. Still, he wanted to do this-- for her, for himself. He just wasn't exactly acquainted with the feeling of surrendering his power to another. He wasn't used to not having complete control over a situation, and as much as the idea enticed him, it was still admittedly terrifying.
"I want to," he murmured, turning his head so that he could press a kiss to the meat of her palm. He closed his eyes as he did, shame and embarrassment still tinting his skin an abashed crimson. "Just... be gentle?" His voice cracked as if he was still a teen at the height of puberty, unbidden raw emotion tearing the syllables from his throat rather ungracefully. He felt her shift over him, her soft lips pressing against his forehead a moment later. He opened his eyes, meeting her tender gaze as she continued to hold his face as if he were some precious object.
"Of course, Leon." Her hands drifted from his cheeks to trail down his body, eventually finding their home on his hips. She squeezed the sensitive flesh there, somehow both reassuring and enough to induce the tiniest bit of dread in his gut. "You ready?" He nodded, averting his gaze and squeezing his eyes shut. He wanted it so badly, but the combination of anticipation and her piercing stare was overwhelming. "I need words, baby."
"Please," he whimpered, shoving the heels of his hands into his eyes. He wanted to wrap his legs around her waist, pull her in just that little bit further, and make the cold, slick silicone that he could feel against him do more than just tease. He was afraid, however, nervous that-- well, he wasn't exactly sure, which was perhaps the issue. "Want it so bad, just---"
"Here," she murmured, a delicate hand returning to cup his cheek. "Look at me, Le." Reluctantly, he tore his hands away from his eyes, blinking up at her, clearing his vision from the haze of pressure. The hand on his cheek moved to guide his arms around her, his own hands now clutching the backs of Ada's shoulders. "Hold on to me, baby. I've got you." He nodded once more, and with a startled gasp as chilled silicone finally began to breach his slicked entrance, he pulled her down against him, burying his head in the crook of her neck.
He whined, high and needy and mortifying as Ada finally sheathed herself within him. His legs were wrapped tightly around her waist now, caging her in as ragged breaths shook his frame. He's sure that his blunt fingernails were leaving crescents in the meat of her shoulders, but she didn't seem to mind, just soothed manicured hands down his sides and cooed sweet nothings into his ear as he adjusted to the pleasant burn of the stretch. He was shaking, he was sure that he was. He felt like he'd burst with the buzzing just underneath his skin. His whole world was narrowed down to Ada-- in him, on him, around him. He mouthed helplessly at her neck, needing something to bring him down from the brink of dizzying pleasure. He felt foggy, unsure, and yet so safe in Ada's grasp, beneath her and at her mercy.
"Shhh, I've got you," Ada reassured, voice soft and breathy as she began a slow motion of her hips, more akin to grinding than any real movement. Still, it was enough to make Leon cry out, unabashed ecstasy coating the high note. His hands scrambled for further purchase, leaving Ada's back marked with red, raised welts from his nails, as his legs trembled around her hips. There wasn't a single thought left in his brain that wasn't somehow related to 'more, please.'
It wasn't until Ada finally picked up the pace, though, pulling her hips back until he was nearly achingly empty before slotting them forward again, that he was a complete goner. "Mommy!" He cried, head thrown away from her shoulder to knock harshly against the pillow below him. He stared wide-eyed at the popcorned ceiling, completely oblivious to the thin trail of drool that snaked down his chin and the raw, ravenous look that Ada was pinning him with.
"Yeah?" Ada purred, rocking his body forward and back, forward and back, with the increasing power of her thrusts. "Does it feel good, baby? Does mommy make you feel good?" He wanted to respond, truly, but he was incapable of any sounds past the little 'ah ah ah's that escaped unbidden from his vocal cords and the guttural wails the woman forced from him every time she drove home into what he knew, distantly, from past conversations with her, to be his prostate. "Oh, I know," she crooned, low and deadly, yet he wasn't afraid. He was the farthest thing from it, fuzzy and falling, his only solid ground her heated flesh against his own. "That's alright, Le. I've got you." She groaned, the sound somehow headier than her insistent thrusts, as his nails scraped particularly harshly down her back, leaving thin rivulets of blood in their wake. "Fuck, baby. You're so good for mommy." Another powerful motion of her hips that had him seeing stars. "Think you can be a good boy and cum? Hm, Le? Can you cum for mommy?"
In truth, Leon doesn't remember his peak, his brain too fogged to recall the mess of white he made between their conjoined abdomens and his hiccuping sobs of 'mommy, mommy' as heightened pleasure crashed through him in breathtaking waves. He remembers coming down, though. He was wrapped tightly in Ada's arms, her thin fingers carding through his sweat-slick locks, face pressed to her collarbone. She was whispering mindless praises into his ear, the strap she had been wearing discarded somewhere Leon hadn't cared enough to search for. He still had that undeniable feeling of safety, warm and bright, deep within his chest cavity. He found that, despite the objectively uncomfortable stickiness of dried sweat and his release, he didn't want to leave Ada's comforting embrace.
He knew, of course, that by the time the sun rose she'd be long gone, not to been seen until she deemed the time right, but for now, he settled into that woozy feeling of security, trusting her to watch over the both of them-- just for a little while.