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“Really?”
“I mean, how else do we usually pass the time?”
Leon leaned back against the wall in the ornate, yet extremely small, room. He had decided to rest here for a minute before looking around, finally having a moment to catch his breath after the endless barrage of hell this infernal castle threw at him. He’d be glad if the whole place fell into the void, gaudy, tacky rooms included.
Luis had called his radio again, with the casualty of a lover checking in. Isn’t that what it was, in the end? The thought made Leon feel a warmth he didn’t want to acknowledge.
He was trapped in the lower levels of the castle, some sort of cellar that they seem to have barricaded him in. Of course Leon agreed to take the short detour to save him. He should probably start putting more effort in faking hesitation, if at least for his own dignity.
And now he was stuck, waiting for Luis’s instruction before entering whatever section of the castle he was in. Something about waiting for the right guard to ambush, something about them taking turns. Hell if he knew.
He had expected Luis to hang up and found himself somehow apprehensive about this, finding in himself an uncharacteristic inclination to keep the conversation from stalling. And the curious, warm look on Luis’s face in the small screen if the receiver made it all to clear that this wasn’t lost on him.
“You’re really going to jerk off–”
“No, I said we could.”
Leon thought it was ridiculous. But he wasn’t opposed.
How did Leon end up in these situations? Not that he always did, only since coming to this desolate black spot, beyond the fringes of society. There were people with parasites squirming in their limp bodies– did he really have time to contemplate how weird everything was? If anything, this was a solace, a peace in the cacophony of horror and atrocities that had been flooding his senses for the past few days.
The screen on the radio transceiver was grainy and rough, barely a screen at all, but he could make out the bronze expanse of Luis’s lower stomach, his eyes tracking the black happy trail that led tantalisingly off screen, out of reach. He blew air out of his nose, shifting where he sat, desperately wishing he could be there, on his knees in front of him, running the flat of his tongue against that trail. Down and down, feeling his breath hitch beneath him as he finally wrapped his lips around his cock.
He heard Luis sigh, and Leon assumed he had wrapped his hand around his cock, feeling it hardening in his hand.
How Leon wished it was his own.
Keeping his face neutral, thankful that the small camera on the radio was concealing his bottom half, where his hand was already down his trousers, palming his cunt slowly through his boxers.
“You couldn’t wait?”
He heard Luis huff a laugh, muttering some foreign taunt he couldn’t quite catch.
“What? Rather look at something else?”
He perked up to an embarrassing degree, as if by focusing on the small video feed he could somehow conjure up what he wanted, what he craved.
Luis seemed to be taking advantage of the fact that Leon wasn’t there to take things into his own hands (figuratively and literally), free from any retaliation from his teasing. The screen stayed focused on his lower stomach, cutting off right above the base of his cock. Sometimes he would shift and Leon would catch a glimpse, a brief view of his fist slowly stroking his shaft. He could imagine the head, imagine pushing the foreskin back with his tongue and taste the salty tang of the precome bubbling at the slit, hear Luis moan as he licked the sensitive underside of the head.
He tried to pace himself, he wanted to shove his fingers right up his cunt and fuck himself to oblivion, but he held off.
“I mean, I don’t need to see anything to know you’re already close. You can’t hide it from me– I can hear you.”
“ Can you blame me?” Luis leaned back against the dark brick wall behind him, and Leon fixated on the movement of his body, the soft shift of his muscles underneath his skin. Luis’s cock came into view, half-hard as he stroked it languidly. “It’s hard to keep a clear head around you.”
Leon didn’t have a reply, for once, breath taken away by the sight. His hand pressed harder against his cunt, grinding against it as he felt himself growing needier as h e humped his hand. It was hard to resist, to take it slow, but he wanted to take his time, draw out his orgasm.
Luis continued stroking his cock, and Leon watched, transfixed. He pulled his hand up, missing the contact as soon as it left, and brought it to his mouth, pushing two, three fingers past his lips.He sucked around them, longing for Luis’s cock to be filling his mouth instead.
When Luis saw what Leon was doing he cursed, the word coming out in a husky, filthy tone as he gripped his cock harder, rubbing it faster.
“Remind me to fuck your mouth again next time I see you.”
Leon almost moaned around his own fingers as he fucked his mouth, the thought of Luis using his mouth again going straight to his heat. He wanted Luis to grip his hair, pulling him forwards and driving his cock to the back of his throat, Leon fisting his trousers as his eyes watered, watching Luis’s face as he came, eyes closed and body tensing as Leon tasted thick hot come at the back of his tongue. He wanted to swallow it, to look up at Luis as he cleaned his cock.
Leon didn’t want to think about how often they had to be doing this that he could tell when Luis was very close, that imperceptible hitch in his breath, the subtle tense of his stomach that was usually followed by a cry of his name.
He pulled out his fingers with a wet pop.“Wait.”
Luis obeyed, shuddering as he stopped pumping his cock, staving off his orgasm, a broken moan hissing out of gritted teeth. His thighs trembled slightly, and Leon wanted to run his hands on the sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs, knowing it turned Luis into a whimpering mess.
“Can you–” Leon licked his lips, trying not to let his desperation bleed into his tone, which was already breathy as his fingers pressed against his clit through the damp fabric, rubbing slow circles. “Can we come together?”
“Didn’t take you for a romantic.” He could imagine the (dare he say affectionate?) grin that Luis was undoubtedly wearing on his face. “You flatter me, Prince Charming, how could I ever say no to you?”
Leon mumbled a reply, a half-hearted retort on the tip of his tongue, losing its sharpness and dying out before leaving his mouth. He let his other hand wander, pushing up his tight shirt, light touches on his stomach trailing upwards, envisioning hands surer and more experienced than his own pressing against his skin.
“Don’t go shy on me now, I know you’re touching yourself, Can I…”
He trailed off but Leon knew what he was asking.
“Give me a second.”
“Ah, you’re killing me here.”
“You’re always so impatient, I could turn this thing off, you know.” He pulled down his trousers and underwear, finally touching himself directly. He was wet, his fingers sliding easily over his swollen clit, pushing against it as he let out a low groan.
“Leon.” He sounded sincere, pleading. It was always a good look on him, dark eyebrows furrowed, looking at Leon through his lashes, desperation clear on his face. It made Leon want to cup his face, tell him to be good for him, that he could hold off for a bit more.
And Leon hadn’t forgotten how Luis had teased him.
He set the transceiver up similarly, trying his best to make sure the camera cut off right above his cunt, still catching the movement of his fingers as he leisurely stroked himself, glistening with his arousal. “I forgot you’re spiteful.” He sounded amused, hungry.
“ I’m not.” Leon leaned back, hopefully showing just a little more of his cunt. “ I’m being fair. ”
“You and I have different definitions of ‘fair’, friend.”
Leon ignored his words, focusing on the blurry video of Luis’s cock as he pushed two fingers in slowly, letting himself moan freely, low and rough.
“Two fingers already.” He breathed out, knowing that Luis could hear the sound of his wetness as he slowly thrust his fingers in again. “ God-”
“Leon–” Luis thumbed his slit, smearing precome on his already glistening cock. His hips thrust into his fist, fucking aimlessley as he struggled to reach his peak, to push himself over the edge.
Leon gritted his teeth but he couldn’t stop the needy noise escaping his mouth as he pushed his fingers up his cunt, his arousal loud and clear as he fucked himself, imagining that it was Luis’s cock, Luis’s hand’s pushing his thighs open, imagining the warmth of those breathy moans against his ear as Luis came undone, warm come splattering on his stomach as he pulled out.
“Next time–” His voice cracked as his fingers curled against an especially sensitive spot in his cunt, pushing his hips helplessly against his hand, riding his own fingers. “Next time, you should come on my face.” He lost himself, control slipping as he pushed in another finger, mouth falling open in a desperate whine as he accommodated the stretch, the feeling of fullness hardly half as good as the feeling of Luis’s cock.
Luis’s hand stuttered as he desperately chased his release, speeding up at Leon’s words, hissing out a “Mierda!”.
“Leon, can I see, I’m so close–”
Leon almost dropped the radio in his haste to position it, fingers clammy and clumsy.
“Jesus, you’re so, I know you feel so good–”
Luis thrusted once more, shaky and clumsy, before letting out a cut-off cry and coming in his fist, Leon following close behind as the sound of Luis coming pushed him over the edge, his release soaked his fingers as he fucked himself through his orgasm.
He bent forward, panting, hair sticking to his brow as he came down from his climax, only half registering the sound of the radio clattering on the floor. He withdrew his hand, grunting slightly as he felt empty suddenly, the absence making him think back to Luis’s cock, and coming around it. It was unfair how much he desired the man, how much he thought about that infuriating smile, the way his voice, smooth and charming, wrapped his thoughts in a daze, captivated him in a way that he would never admit. The vulnerability would kill him. Luis would probably kill him, in any sense of the word. And he didn’t really want to think that far ahead, to a time after whatever this was.
He wiped his hand haphazardly on the tablecloth that adorned the small coffee table in the room before picking up the radio and being greeted with Luis’s face, content and flushed, and Leon felt a longing, a feeling he didn’t dare label as soft , as he heard the breathiness in Luis’s voice, the evidence of what they had just done clear even through the radio.
He still didn’t hang up, and Leon was more thankful than he could ever say– to Luis or to himself.