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The game you and Leon were playing was dangerous.
Lingering touches in sensitive areas when you passed each other, catching the other staring at inappropriate places with hooded eyes before they shook their head and bashfully looked away.
The atmosphere was electric with the tension between the two of you, but neither of you were allowing yourself to acknowledge it.
“Mi amigo,” Luis whispered to Leon on one of the rare occasions where you were walking ahead of them and just out of earshot, “When are you going to make a move, ah?”.
Leon faltered in his walking for a split second and it was enough for Luis to latch onto, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Leon grumbled and continued to avoid eye contact with him.
“C’mon, I know you’re trying to be professional, but this is starting to get painful,” Luis chuckled but Leon ignored him.
Meanwhile you found an entry point to help you continue your journey and called them both over, pointing at the ledge you’d found.
Leon went first and then Luis, you were about to jump after them but the ground crumbled under your footing and you started to fall.
He sprung into action to try and catch you while dodging chunks of stone.
You landed on him but knocked him off his feet and onto his back, he immediately rolled you both over so he could shield you from any remaining debris.
He kept eye contact with you, “I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he weakly smiled and you nodded hurriedly.
A few bigger pieces hit him in the back and he grunted at the force but moved himself so he completely encompassed your form.
Once the earth had settled he didn’t move, he just continued to study you as you did him. His eyes shot down to your mouth and you saw his tongue dart out quickly to wet his lips.
He could kiss you right now, it felt like the right moment to, he could tell you wanted him to by the way your lips parted as you watched him with anticipation in your eyes.
“Come on, let’s get moving,” he broke himself away from the fantasy. He needed to keep himself focused on the mission.
The final straw was when the three of you were hiding from a mob of villagers, Luis had insisted that the two of you took the closet and he hid in the cabinet.
Leon’s body was directly against yours. You could tell he was doing his best not to crush you but there wasn’t enough space to be so considerate.
You didn’t think he was aware but from how hurriedly you’d both climbed into the closet one of Leon’s legs hand landed in between yours and a strap from one of his holsters was pressed lightly against your clit.
Mentally you prayed that he didn’t move. You were just thankful that the closet was shrouded in darkness so he couldn’t see your face.
“Leon-“ you whimpered rather suggestively, but his hand shot up to cover your mouth, “Don’t,” he warned, his voice slightly lower than normal, “Don’t say my name like that,”.
You could feel the hot air of his laboured breath against your face and that electricity was back in the air.
The feeling of having his large hand over your mouth made your knees tremble; you repositioned your footing and squirmed in his hold - in doing so, this made Leon have to adjust his own stance, accidentally pushing the holster further against your clit
An impulse jolt went through your body and a soft moan left your lips. “Fuck,” Leon breathed, his grip on your mouth getting ever so tighter, “Not now, please, not now,” he seemed to more be begging himself rather than you.
It didn’t take long for the sound of the mob to fade into the distance and Leon decided it was safe to leave the closet.
He held out his hand for you to step out and you gratefully took it.
“Have fun?” Luis smiled, and at first you didn’t know what he was implying until you followed his eye line and saw - for a split second - that Leon had maybe liked the proximity a little too much.
“Shut up, Luis,” Leon grumbled and headed out the front door. “Mi amor, you’re killing him,” he laughed lightly when Leon was out of earshot, and you followed after the two men.
Leon barely spoke for the rest of the evening, only single words whenever he absolutely had to.
The three of you found a safehouse to hold up in for the night. He silently sat in the corner checking over his guns as you and Luis talked, but you could feel his stare into the side of your face.
“I-” Luis said, standing up from the couch he was sitting on, “-am going to find us something to eat,” he stretched and walked to the door of the small house you’d chosen as your accommodation for the night.
He stepped out of the door, but before he could fully leave he leaned back in, “I might be a really really long time, you know how hard it is to find something edible around here,” and with a cheeky smile he clicked the door shut behind him.
It was only when Luis had fully left that you got the courage to look at Leon, and you immediately wished you hadn’t. His hands worked his guns, while his eyes were focused on you the same way a lion would observe a gazelle.
“What?” you laughed nervously, but he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The tension in the air was painfully obvious and neither of you had stopped thinking about what happened in the closet.
His body against yours. His hand against your mouth. The way you moaned. The way he struggled to get his words out.
But you weren’t going to be the one to make the first move, you wanted him to.
In a not-so-subtle way you bent down at the hips to undo your shoes, presenting your ass to him and you heard a sharp inhale from behind you. A small giggle came out of you maybe a little bit louder than you’d intended.
“You’re playing with me,” he eventually said. You turned around, “I would never,” you feigned innocence, watching him continue to reload his gun as he said your name with the same warning tone he’d used before.
A lump of saliva got caught in your throat and you struggled to swallow it, “What are you planning?” he put his gun down with the others and gave you his full attention.
“I’m not planning anything, I’m just waiting,” you shrugged coyly, walking backwards until you could comfortably lean against the wall, “For?” Leon tilted his head to the side slightly, trying to read you from across the room. “You,” you smiled with your tongue between your teeth.
Leon stood from his chair and noted the way you straightened yourself up with anticipation, “Is that an invitation?”, he asked and you tutted, “If you’re looking for permission then this is me giving you permission,” you smiled at how serious he always seems to be.
He walked over until he was stood in front of you, his fame towering over yours. His hand came up to cup your chin, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, “Are you sure?” he hesitated, “Don’t make me ask twice,” you challenged him.
He dipped his thumb into your mouth and you opened it for him willingly, “We shouldn’t,” he sounded as though he was trying to talking himself out of it, but when your tongue massaged the tip of his thumb that seemed to be the breaking point.
“Fuck it,” he muttered, removing his thumb from your mouth and placing his hand on the back of your head to pull you into a passionate kiss, while the other supported your lower back.
The sound of metal clinked as you fumbled to get the latch off of his belt buckle, “Do you need a hand?” Leon pulled his lips away from yours for long enough to lightly mock you.
With the fingers that were holding his belt, you pulled his waistband towards you, “Do you want me to stop?” you matched his energy, “God, no,” he breathed, latching his mouth back onto yours in a feverish kiss.
You almost lost concentration with how desperate he was to kiss you, but you still managed to undo his belt. His mouth travelled from your lips to the underside of your jaw as his hands undid your pants much smoother than you had his.
He helped you wiggle out of them by descending alongside them until he was crouched in front of you. As soon as he saw the slight damp patch on your panties, he left an open mouth kiss on your mound.
You gasped with surprise and he chuckled, lifting up one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. He moved the fabric to the side and left a single lick along your folds.
“Leon!” you panted as he dove into you, swirling his tongue around your clit and making your hips buck forward. His tongue was warm and soft against you, some movements were planned and precise, others he seemed to lose himself in you as he became sloppier.
You laced your fingers in his hair and tugged gently, trying to pull his face off of you - a low groan vibrated out of his throat and into your core. Your chest swelled and you let your head fall back against the wall, for someone who ran his mouth with silly comments, he was proving that corny one-liners wasn’t the only thing it was good for.
Every buck of your hips had Leon gripping your thighs even tighter to keep you still. He couldn’t breathe from both how hard his heart was beating, and how he refused to stop tasting you for even a second.
He was entranced by you. The small sounds you were making when he curled his tongue inside you, and how they seemed to burst from you when he sucked on your clit.
You could feel your orgasm building up already by the way your walls fluttered and tingled, but you betrayed your own urges and tugged on Leon’s hair again to tell him to stop.
It’s not that you didn’t like what he was doing, and if you had the opportunity you would probably let him do it all day and night, but unfortunately you didn’t have such a luxury.
Leon took your hint and pulled away from you reluctantly. He looked so unbelievably good on his knees in front of you, licking the mixture of his saliva and your mess off of his lips, while his chest heaved as he tried to get his breath back.
“You okay?” he panted with concern lacing his voice, “Yeah,” you sighed, “That was great,” you confessed - to which Leon immediately tried to bury his head between your legs again, but you held him back by his hair.
He stayed there, mouth open and looking up at you, it was an image of art.
“We don’t have time,” you explained, and while his eyebrows furrowed into a small scowl you could see that his eyes understood what you meant.
Your grip in his hair loosened and his hands travelled up your sides as he stood - your leg sliding off of his shoulder and landing comfortably into the crevice between his forearm and bicep.
“In that case, I want to fuck you,” he said in a low voice as though he was worried about someone else hearing something so filthy coming out of his mouth, “Can I?” he tilted his head to the side and continued to leave painfully light open mouth kisses along your throat.
You nodded quickly, accidentally bumping his head off of your neck, “Please,” your voice came out as a whisper.
Leon’s kisses stopped for a moment but he kept his head nestled in the space between your neck and shoulder, you could feel the hairs on your neck start to stand from his gentle exhales.
His other hand left your body for a moment and you were going to complain until you felt the smooth head of his cock rub against your entrance. You wiggled your hips impatiently, and felt him smile against your skin.
He isolated the movements to rub himself against your clit, making a trail of noises spill from your lips, the heat in your core from before building up again.
“L-Leon, please!” you whined in protest but he ignored you, instead he went faster, momentarily running himself through your folds so he could collect some of your wetness and continue his assault.
Your noises got louder and this only spurred him on more, “I’m- I’m-” you couldn’t get the words out fast enough as your first climax made your brain go foggy; and a gentle moan interrupted your attempt at a sentence.
Leon leaned backwards to watch your hips buck and you clench around nothing, a devilish smile on his face.
He didn’t give you time to enjoy the come down as he rubbed himself against you again, feeling just how much his actions had effected you, “God, you’re so wet,” he commented in such a quiet voice he didn’t mean for you to hear him.
The overstimulation on you clit was too much, and you were about to tell him so when he prodded at your hole. Your breath caught in your throat as he gently pushed his hips forward, you felt the pressure gradually increase until your body gave way and allowed him inside you.
He closed his eyes and groaned deeply at the feeling of your walls slowly stretch around him with every additional inch he gave you. He didn’t let himself fully sheath himself inside you, he pulled his hips back slowly and thrusted back up, savouring the image of him disappearing into you.
All the while you were biting your bottom lip trying not to sound like a bitch in heat with tears starting to water your eyes, “F-Fuck, you feel so good,” he sighed and raised his arm - and your leg - a little bit higher to give him better access.
You couldn’t hold back your moans at the new angle he’d put you in. His gentle thrust faltered for a second when he heard you, but quickly continued with a new found roughness - his hips snapped up into you, bottoming out with a sensitive whimper from Leon.
He immediately cleared his throat and continued his new pace, every push of his hips making your ass and back hit the wall with a thud, if anyone was on the other side they would know exactly what was going on.
“I, ah!, ooh-” Leon attempted to say something but quickly forgot whatever it was, completely drunk on you. You’d never heard these types of noises from Leon and it was making your skin prickle and a shiver go up your spine. You wanted to hear more.
Tracing your fingers up his arms and neck, they found themselves in his hair again. You tugged on a clump of his hair with experimental hardness and a small whimper came out of him, lighting your insides on fire again.
His thrusts became harder and faster while his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, he returned to kissing your neck as a way to hide his face from you.
“Leon,” you moaned to try and get his attention, he was almost so lost in you that he didn’t hear you but when you say his name so prettily he can’t help but respond.
He move his head back to look at your face, eyes hooded with arousal, “I want to ride you,” you stated and saw his eyes widen slightly with excitement.
“O-Okay,” he nodded, glancing over his shoulder to the chair he was sat on before all this started. He began to pull out of you but muttered a “No, no, no,” to himself as he bottomed out in you again, making an unexpected yell leave you.
He scooped up your other leg and you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck for support. He didn’t immediately move away from the wall, he instead stared down at where the two of you were connected now that he had your legs spread for him.
He thrusted into you a few more times, his lower lip sucking in between his teeth and his eyebrows screwing together. He shook his head seemingly shaking himself out of whatever trance he’d put himself in and walked you both over to the chair.
When he sat down he’d placed both of his hands on your hips so you didn’t slam down onto him and hurt yourself, although a part of you wished he hadn’t, but of course he was being considerate.
You took a moment to find a good placement for your knees, and then lowered yourself onto him, he felt bigger and thicker than he had against the wall.
“Ah-ah, mmm,” he caught his moan by clenching his jaw and you felt disappointed. You rhythmically but slowly moved your hips, enough to allow you both to adjust to the new angle.
Bringing a hand up to cup his jaw, you kissed him deeply and increased your speed, feeling his lips quiver against your own and the vibration of trapped noises staying within his mouth.
“Let me hear you,” you spoke against his lips before kissing him again. His grip on your grips got harder and you gasped when he thrust up into you, obviously an accident, “S-Sorry, ah, I- oh fuck!” he scrunched his eyes closed, “I didn’t mm-mean to,”.
You put your hand under his chin and he opened his eyes to look into yours, his pupils blown out with arousal, “I said, let me hear you,” you repeated yourself, this time making sure he heard you.
“H-Hear me?” he panted, his chest rising and falling drastically, “Yeah, I want you to let out those pretty noises,” you ran your thumb over his bottom lip as you started to drop your hips down onto him harder.
His cheeks heated up again and for a moment he tried to hide his face in your neck again but you pushed him back in the chair with a hand firmly placed on his chest.
“I want to hear how I make you feel,” you made eye contact with him as you spoke and saw him swallow hard our of your peripherals, “O-Okay,” he nodded again, “I can t-try,” he confirmed to you.
You brought your hips upwards, feeling the drag of his cock start to leave you and just when he was almost all the way out you slammed them back down again until your pubic bone met his.
He threw his head back against the chair and a long groan left him, you felt his chest vibrating under your hand.
Spurred on by the goal of hearing every sound that Leon could make, you bounced on him until your thighs started to burn and kept going. He maneuvered you with his hands on your hips, lifting you up and pulling you back down onto him again.
You rolled your hips and felt him hit your g-spot, you fell forward onto him with a particularly loud moan, but he continued bucking his hips up into you. Driven by the feeling of your walls pulsating around him, “Let go, please please, let it go,” he stroked a hand through your hair and watched you come undone around him.
This time he let the moans fall from him freely.
“I’ve wanted, aah!, to do this for - oh fuck fuck fuuck!- so l-long,” he rambled and it was like music to your ears, and you could tell he was close to cumming too by how desperate his hands were spearing you onto his cock.
But you wanted to play with him more, you weren’t ready to give up the symphony of sounds that you were audience to.
“H-How long?” you asked, barely able to catch your own breath, but declining your strokes down to a torturously slow pace. He tried to move you himself, but you put your hands over his as a warning.
A whimper fell from his lips when he realised what you were doing and you felt his cock jump inside of you, “Please,” he begged you, “Don’t stop!”. His lower waterline was becoming shiny with tears that threatened to spill over.
“How long?” you asked him again with firmness in your voice and his eyes met yours again, “After the first night, oh fuck please go faster-”, “-Carry on,” you interrupted his plea. “It was when you-you called me pretty boy,” he panted.
That night was easy to recall, you’d made a one off comment the first night you were together. He’d told you to take the bed while he kept watch out of the only window that wasn’t boarded up, the sunset was hitting his face perfectly and you’d complimented him.
More whines came out of him while you were recollecting the moment he was referencing, it was so long ago now.
“I’m so close, shit aah please-” he urged you, your name coming off of his tongue in a high pitched whimper, “Please let me cum!” he begged and you felt a jolt of electricity fly up your spine.
You were about to give in to his demands when the sound of singing entered both of your ears. The two of you froze in place until you recognised it as Luis.
“Shit!” you cursed jumping off of Leon’s lap and rushing back to where both of your pants lay crumpled on the floor by the wall.
Throwing Leon his underwear and combat pants, you searched desperately for your own, only finding your jeans.
Luis’ singing got louder and you knew you didn’t have time to find them anymore, you hurriedly pulled up your jeans and re-buckled them - glancing towards Leon who was fully dressed again and clipping up the remainder of his tactical gear.
Leon sat back down on the chair and grabbed one of the guns he hadn’t finished reassembling, and you jumped back onto the counter that you were sat on before Luis left, just in time for the man in question to open the door.
The three of you stayed there in silence as Luis looked between you and Leon being exactly where he’d left you.
“I got us some grub,” he finally said, closing the door behind him and holding up two black basses. He made his way over to the small kitchen area, stopping for a moment to smile at you with almost a knowing look.
You furrowed your eyebrows and mouthed a ‘What?’ to him. Instead of answering he glanced down to the bottom of the counter you were sat on; you followed his eyeline to see your panties staring back at you.
Returning Luis’ gaze, he gave you a smirk before walking into the kitchen, “Also, your hair is a mess, Leon!” he shouted from the other room and Leon glanced at you in shock.
You chuckled to yourself softly, watching Leon try and reorganise his hair and still very much hard in his pants, with only the thought of continuing what you started as soon as possible on your mind.