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“Are you still going on about this?”
They were in the upper area of the shooting range, Leon having given up on improving his score. Something about Luis being present was distracting, he couldn’t focus, even when he closed his eyes and steeled himself, the image of that man, leaning casually against the barrel,all suave smile and dark eyes appeared in his mind's eye, and his aim suffered considerably.
It had been difficult with him before but it was even more so this time, as the man couldn’t stop pointing out how rude Leon had been, telling him to wait and then whistling to get his attention.
“Do you do that with the missing señorita too? You whistle at us like dogs?” His tone had that same annoying levity as it always did, always poking fun, always getting under Leon’s skin and staying there, staying in his thoughts like a lingering breeze. He had removed his jacket, and Leon blamed that for his distraction, partially.
“Be quiet.” Leon was reloading his gun, ready to go back up there and face whatever fresh hell his life decided to throw at him on the daily. “ And you came running, so what that says about you, I don’t know.”
“Calling my name would have been just as effective. I mean you are good at it.”
Trying his best to ignore the reference to their rather active hobby, ( though the heat rising to his cheeks made it all too evident that he had heard) Leon set down his gun on the shooting range sofa, looking over his entire inventory that he had laid out to check.
He felt hands on his waist and lips on his neck, and Luis pressed his body against his back. It took everything not to melt into his grasp.
“We should get going.”
“Of course. No rest for prince charmless.”
Leon would have retorted if the feeling of Luis’s body wasn’t so distracting.
He relented. Much for himself as for Luis.
“Fine…I suppose we can rest for a few minutes.”
“Great.” Luis pushed him forwards against the wooden wall of the shooting range and though the movement wasn’t rough by any means, Leon let out a small sound of surprise.
“And you say I’m ‘charmless’?”
“Come on, my charm worked on you didn’t it? I mean…”
The unspoken vagueness of whatever this was, of whatever they kept on doing, hung in the air, and both refused to acknowledge it, moving on as quickly as it had arrived.
Luis’s hands went to the front of his trousers, which had already been let free of their straps and holsters, palming his front. Leon pushed against his hand, grinding against it as he turned his head, lips messily pressing against the other man’s, as he felt himself sink into him, thoughts melting away as he focused the feeling of warmth Luis always seemed to stir in him.
He needed this. He always did.
It didn’t take long for the two to discard their trousers, and Leon bit his lip as he felt the warmth of Luis’s cock push between his thighs, his cunt throbbing with need.
Luis sighed with the relief of a man who had been aching for this, who had been hiding a deep yearning, a desperate need for this, a hunger that had long since reached its peak finally being sated. His arm wrapped around Leon’s middle, the other gripping his hip like a vice as he pushed his cock between the slick folds of Leon’s cunt, rubbing against his hole but not entering, the pressure maddening. Leon bit his lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that he had made him so needy already.
Luis pressed himself flush against his back, chest against his shoulder blades, chin settling on his shoulder, cock pushed right between his thighs until it was rubbing against his clit. Leon could feel his warm breath against his neck, could feel the stubble graze gently against his skin, feel the soft skin of Luis’s lips pressing ever so gently as he turned his head to kiss his neck.
They couldn’t possibly press each other any closer but Leon was willing to try, anything to sink into Luis and get lost forever. He could indulge to the brim and still not have enough.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?”
Leon felt, rather than heard, Luis chuckle against him, shaky and breathy, his hips trembling as he, like Leon, struggled to keep up the demeanour of confidence, of being the one in control here.
They both knew that they wore a false air, a false face of being above this, a false acceptance that this was just a thing they did, just a thing that happened naturally. Nothing to talk about, just two guys getting their tension out, or something. If he asked Luis what he really felt about all this, the whole thing would shatter, an illusion that was visible but upheld by the participants not wanting it to end.
It must be fake, it must be an act when Luis presses his lips against his neck once more, with a softness you’d reserve for a lover, not a random foreigner you’re pushing against a wall, your hard cock teasing his hole, your fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips with the grip of someone who wouldn’t be removed even if the world was crashing around them. Which it was, in so many ways.
Leon tried to push his hips downwards, to sink onto the head of Luis’s cock, to get some relief, but the hand around his middle tightened, meaning he could only pathetically rut against the length, a soft whine leaving his lips.
“Hey, patience.”
“Don’t you talk to me about patience.”
“ I need to teach you manners, Sancho, what happened to good old American friendliness?”
“Manners? From you?”
He let out a small gasp through gritted teeth when Luis pressed his teeth against his neck, not at all hard but the pressure was enough to send electric shocks up Leon’s spine, the warmth burning him from within. As he sucked a hickey onto his neck, Leon bit into his hand, the other resting against the wall, muffling his need.
One of them would give in eventually, he could tell that it was taking every cell in Luis’s hedonistic body to not shove his cock up to the hilt, to come all over Leon’s thighs right there and then. He could feel it in the slight tremble of his fingers, the slight twitch of his shaft against his folds. Not that he was doing much better, he felt empty, his hole clenching around nothing while he desperately wished Luis was stretching him out, his cunt aching for it. Truly they were both desperate.
“You’re so wet already, does it really take that little?”
He moved again, and the sound was depraved, loud and wet as the head pressed against Leon’s clit, dragging against it in a movement that sent Leon’s hips pressing backwards.
“ You’re the one–” he swallowed. “ You’re the one who’s always–” Luis took advantage of Leon’s uncovered mouth, and rubbed his cock against his cunt once more, leaving Leon to moan quietly, cutting him off.
Luis raised his head, pressing a small kiss on Leon’s cheek, leaning his own against it. Leon couldn’t help but press into the touch.
“You just have to ask. Come on prince charming, show me some manners, I’d love to hear you say it.”
“Don’t call me that.” All the bite had left his tone, and Luis laughed, the hand around his middle loosening and moving to pull at the hem of his shirt. He made a comment about how tight it was, and Leon retorted that Luis was constantly walking around with half his chest exposed.
“You seemed to enjoy it, I was giving you a show.”
The air in the room was cool against his skin, and Luis’s hand was red hot in comparison as it trailed upwards, touch feather light and maddening, before settling on his chest, fingers stroking the contour of his top-surgery scars.
His fingers found his right nipple, pressing against it lightly before pinching it, and Leon whimpered , pushing his chest into Luis’s hand, being rewarded in kind with another pinch, softer this time,before moving to the other.
“You’re very responsive.” It was quiet, almost to himself. “ You’re so needy, you drive me crazy– I can hardly, fuck, I–” He rutted against him again, pushing the head of his cock right up against his swollen clit, groaning as his hips stuttered,pushing his cock inbetween his folds again and again, the sound wet and obscene, Leon’s arousal obvious as he humped Luis’s cock in turn, unable to keep himself from thinking about that cock deep inside him.
Leon couldn’t take it anymore and broke first. Fine.
“Luis.” His voice was hoarse and heated, the longing palpable in his words.“Please fuck me.”
Luis’s breath stilled, “Can you say it again?”
“You’re unbelievable.”
“Please, I’ll give you what you want.” The debonair act had faded, and he sounded genuine, begging even, more so than Leon himself. His hips twitched and his cock pressed against his hole, pushing in slightly and causing Luis to groan as Leon grit his teeth.
“Luis I can’t–please just–”
That seemed good enough for him, he withdrew, leaving Leon feeling cold and empty somehow, the touch of Luis having become something he was growing increasingly used to in every context.
Luis turned him around, and Leon got a good look at his face, flushed with shining eyes, gazing at Leon with a level of reverence any deity would be envious of. He reached forward and gripped his lapels, lips crashing in an open mouthed kiss, almost bruising with its intensity. Luis reached behind, pulling at the hair at the base of his neck, drinking in the muffled gasp that Leon let out.
The kiss was wet and sloppy, want winning over any finesse or skill they may have had. They drew for breath, a string of spit breaking between them, and Leon immediately kissed him again, missing the contact, that warm mouth as soon as it had left. He moaned against the other man's lips, licking into his mouth, hands buried in each others hair.
They pulled apart again, remaining close as their breaths intermingled, foreheads leaning against each other, swaying slightly.
Luis nudged Leon’s legs apart with his knee, pushing his cock back where it had been before and wasting no time, pushing into Leon’s cunt slowly, pulling him close, holding him as Leon’s knees buckled slightly.
Luis groaned as he bottomed out, pausing, breath ragged already. Leon knew it wouldn’t take long.
“You feel better every time.” He ground out, starting a pace that was slow and staggered, quickly picking up as he chased his orgasm, hips slamming into his own, the slide of his cock addicting and maddening. Leon held on tight to his shirt, in no doubt scratching up his back, red tracks that he’d run his tongue over later.
Leon wrapped a leg around him, drawing him closer, allowing him to thrust into him at a better angle, the head of his cock rubbing up against the inside of his cunt just right , stealing the breath out of Leon’s lungs as he gasped out Luis’s name over and over, the words bleeding into each other, overlaid with the debauched sound of skin hitting skin, the wetness of Leon’s cunt all too audible.
Luis let out a desperate, filthy noise, pushing his head in Leon’s neck, breath ragged before sinking his teeth as his hips stuttered, pulling out and coming all over Leon’s stomach, his cock twitching as his muffled cry hummed against Leon’s skin.
Leon was not far behind, and Luis didn’t wait to push a hand between them, fingers finding his swollen clit and it didn’t take long for Leon to follow suit, choking out a wordless moan as his back arched, coming into Luis’s hand that kept rubbing him through his orgasm, mumbling vague reassurances into his ear that Leon clung onto, his voice silky and sweet like honey, pleasant against his ear.
He leaned against the wall, Luis still refusing to let go of him– if he didn’t know any better he’d say that they were in some sort of embrace, Luis’s head buried in his shoulder, breaths evening, their chests pressed together as they basked in the glow of the aftermath. Leon softly stroked his hair, his other arm wrapped around Luis, holding him close, not caring that they were most likely ruining their clothes.
“ We should get moving.” He said halfheartedly, focusing more on the heartbeat against his chest rather than the mission at hand.
Luis groaned, having seemingly been in some sort of half-daze.
“Hm?”
Leon felt something in him raise its head, something warm and fluttery, long abounded, remnants of a life before all this madness. It took him off guard, the juxtaposition of this feeling in his chest and the bleak situation was almost painful, and he found his hold tightening.
“Doesn't matter. Let’s rest for a bit.”