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It takes a lot of fucking convincing.
“Sweetheart, they’re not toys.” The look he gives you is almost annoyed, a little frown on his face.
“I know. But it’d be fun.” You just grab him by the belt loops and pull him closer, nuzzling at the two-day old stubble on his chin. “C’mon. Please?” You punctuate your sentence with a scrape of your teeth against his jaw.
Leon grunts in irritation, but his hands come to settle on your waist, squeezing firmly.
“I can’t believe you.” He says, a bit of resignation in his voice.
You kiss a bit lower, teasing at his neck. “Is that a yes?”
It is a yes, you find out later. Leon forces you to have a very serious but perhaps necessary discussion about safety, one that almost bores you to tears but you make yourself pay attention to, mostly for his sake.
When the main event comes, Leon trusses your arms up to the headboard, bound in pretty red rope criss-crossed over your wrists. You tug experimentally at them while he digs around in the bedside drawer. You admire his broad shoulders, the slim figure of his hips…the look of his ass in those jeans.
When he turns, he’s holding a flat gray object. With a flick of his wrist, the sharp blade appears, which he examines in his hand.
“This is a utility knife.” Leon says, holding it up. His tone is flat, as though he’s giving a lecture. “It’s not meant for fighting. It’s used for things like cutting rope.” He sets it down on top of the bedside table, then reaches into the drawer again.
This time, he pulls out a longer knife, one with a black handle. The knife spins in the air in a mesmerizing arc for just a moment before Leon catches it again.
“This is a Mark II. Standard issue for the U.S. Army.” He says smoothly, setting it down beside the other in a careful line.
“Very cool.” You say, trying to lean over to get a closer look. He just makes a tutting noise with his tongue.
“Stay put.”
You huff but do as you’re asked, settling back against the bed. He stares into the drawer for another long moment before pulling out a knife with a jagged looking edge.
“I got this on my last mission.” He muses, running his thumb across the surface. “Pulled it off someone.”
That knife joins the others, and then Leon finally climbs up to join you on the bed. His brow is creased and his stare is intense.
“You remember your word?” He asks, tracing a pattern into your thigh.
You nod, a smile pulling at your lips. You find now that you appreciate how seriously he’s taking this, that you could say the safeword and trust that he’d stop at any moment.
“Good.” He answers, kissing your forehead. Then, something darker appears in his eyes as he reaches over to pick up the utility knife. “Then we’ll begin.”
The blade is cool against your skin, though you try not to flinch as he drags the flat of it across your bare stomach. You’re already trembling a little, fear and arousal mixing in a strange sensation in your gut.
Leon presses it in just a little, enough for you to feel a tiny sting. “This type of knife really isn’t supposed to cut flesh. But it can do in a pinch.” You gasp at the feeling.
“Fuck.” The word comes out in a sharp whisper.
Leon actually laughs at that. He pulls the knife away, his other hand sliding in to press between your legs. There’s already a wet spot forming on your underwear, which he brushes his fingers against lightly.
“You really like this, huh?” The words come out as more of a statement than a question, though you nod anyway. “How cute. Hold still.”
The knife finds its way between your legs, the flat of the blade ghosting against you. An involuntary shiver runs through your body and you tighten your fists, straining against the bonds.
Then Leon slips a finger under your underwear, near the hip, bunching it up in his fist. “Did I mention a utility knife can cut cloth?”
With one easy swipe, he makes a clean cut that leaves you bare. A rush of heat pools between your legs as he drops the tattered underwear off the side of the bed.
(No wonder he’d asked you to wear ones you didn’t care about.)
You don’t even notice when he switches the knives out, but your heart leaps in your chest when you glance back up at him and see him holding the army knife.
“Whatcha doing with that?” You say lightly, mostly to try and alleviate your own anxiety with a joke.
His eyes flick over your bare skin before he sets it carefully out of reach on the bedside table. “We’ll come back to that.”
Both his hands return to your body, running teasingly all over. He pauses for just a moment to tug his shirt over his head (long overdue in your opinion) before his fingers start to tease at your hole. You sigh as they slip in, pleased as always by the feeling of digits longer and thicker than your own.
“So tight. Christ.” Leon mumbles, shallowly stretching you. You whine as you realize he’s deliberately aiming away from that sweet spot inside you. He just leans down for a kiss, tongue pressing into your mouth to silence you.
Your legs are trembling when he pulls his fingers out. You whimper, waiting for him to go for his belt. His cock is already forming a delicious bulge against his jeans and you're already impatient to have him inside.
Instead, Leon reaches over and picks up the knife you’d forgotten about.
Seeing the confusion in your eyes, he smirks and flips it around in his hand, so that the handle is facing you.
“You want something inside you, baby?” He asks, reaching down to brush the tip of the handle against your hole.
You gasp, feeling your walls flutter as he pushes it carefully inside. It feels foreign, a strange feeling even compared to the occasional toy Leon has used on you in the past. Still, it fills you beautifully, pulling a moan from your lips.
“So perfect.” He hums, starting to thrust the handle in and out of you.
“F-fuck. Feels so—oh my god.” You manage to stammer, shuddering a bit when Leon uses his other hand to rub you. You can already feel yourself leaking over his fingers and down onto the sheets.
“Are you going to cum like this?” He asks, an edge of degradation in his voice. “Just from fucking one of my knives? I’ve killed people with this, you know.”
You should be horrified at that. You should cry or demand he take it out or any of a number of things. Instead, you moan his name, a wave of heat pulsing through you at his words.
He chuckles darkly. “‘It’ll be fun’, you said. You were right. This is fun.” With that, he pulls the knife completely from your hole, leaving you empty.
“Leon, no, no, please.” You immediately beg, tears welling up in your eyes. Your arms shake a bit where they’re attached to the headboard. He shushes you, reaching over to put the knife down and leaning up to kiss your cheek.
“Hey, shhh. It’s okay. Don’t you want me to fuck you?” He asks, finally, finally reaching down for his belt. You nod frantically, watching as he discards his pants.
When his cock slides in, that’s when the last knife appears.
You shudder when you feel the cold, jagged edge against your neck. He’s holding you still, staring intensely into your eyes.
“Hold still.” He instructs, voice firm. You swallow and nod, feeling the slight bulge of your neck press against the metal.
The first thrust of his hips is gentle, like he’s testing the waters. Despite the act he’s putting on, this is still Leon—he cares about you first and foremost. Once he confirms you’re safe, he starts fucking into you faster, no longer avoiding that spot inside you.
Little moans drop from your lips as he slams into you, legs spread wide to accomodate his body pressed between them. He grunts low in his throat, pushing the knife harder against your throat.
“You look so good like this. Trusting me.” He says, almost sweet, before his voice drops, coming close to speak in your ear. “Trusting me to hurt you just right.”
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer. “L-Leon.” His name falls from your lips like a prayer.
“That’s it, baby.” He mumbles, leaning back to look you in the eye again. That dark gleam in them makes him look so fucking hot. “Take what I give you.”
Leon, surprisingly, comes first, groaning as he presses his hips hard against you. You whimper as you feel his cum flood your sensitive hole, cock twitching inside.
He pulls the knife from your neck as he pulls out, leaning down to lick you. You yelp at the sudden sensation, thrusting your hips to chase the pleasure. He bobs his head hard, trying desperately to push you over the edge.
You crash hard when you do, legs clamping over either side of Leon’s head. He doesn’t try to push them away, continuing to lick you until you moan uncomfortably with overstimulation.
Then, he quickly climbs up the bed and, with a flick of the utility knife, he cuts down the ropes holding up your arms.
“You alright, sweetheart?” His voice is gentle and sweet, inspecting you for injuries.
“Guess that knife is useful.” You say, head too foggy to do anything but joke. He laughs and kisses your forehead.
“For more than one thing.”