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Krauser falls onto the seat beside Claire with a loud thud. He sits with his knees open and his thigh touching Claire’s own. There’s nearly a foot and a half of space between his legs and Claire clenches her jaw, grip tightening around her pencil. God help Krauser if he didn’t move right now…
“Hi, Claire bear.” Claire pointedly ignores him, returning to her notes. She doesn’t know how Krauser found out about her terrible family nickname but she wasn’t having it.
She feels Krauser lean in so close that she feels the man’s exhale fan against her bare skin and she stiffens. “Have you thought about what I said?” Krauser asks lowly, all but mouthing the words into Claire’s neck.
How could she not think about an offer to be fuck buddies? She almost talked herself into it too, desperate to get laid and for some sort of distraction that would take her mind off a certain man. But Krauser was a dog, and Claire would sooner turn celibate than sleep with him.
Claire finally turns to him, giving a tight-lipped smile. Maintaining eye contact, she lays a delicate hand on Krauser's knees, hearing the man’s breath catch in his throat. And then in one rough movement, she pushes Krauser’s knee away from her, nearly shoving the man into the girl on the other side of him.
“Close your fucking legs, Krauser,” Claire sneers. “Your dick isn’t that big.”
Claire nearly laughs at the open-mouthed expression on Krauser’s face. Before the man can reply, Claire gathers her belongings into her bag and rises from the table, leaving the library with a scowl etched on her face.
If there’s one thing Claire hated above all else (well, not literally) it was a man exerting his self-proclaimed dominance by sitting with his knees spread wide and taking up as much room as possible. But of course, there’s that one person who is the exception to all of Claire’s rules:
Leon.
Claire enters her shared apartment with Leon after a long day of classes followed by dance practice. With a groan, she lets her bag slip from her shoulders onto the floor. She pulls off her hoodie, throwing it over the coat rack.
“Leon?” she calls out, wondering if he was home.
“I’m in the living room!” comes the voice and Claire smiles, already feeling lighter.
Claire makes her way to the living room, rolling her shoulders as she does so.
She liked Leon.
She’s not even sure when it happened. Once they were best friends, and then suddenly—and she really means it happened all at once—her breath is hitching in her throat when Leon gets too close. Her cheeks are flushing red when Leon turns that smile on her and she’s starting to find herself going out of her way to make Leon’s life easier. She used to be completely inept when it came to cooking, but after going through a boring culinary course, she wakes up just a bit earlier to cook breakfast, because she knows Leon would be dragging his feet into the kitchen and then wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling into the crook of her neck in thanks. She gets jealous when anyone gets too close to Leon, and it’s really such a pity because Leon is terribly affectionate.
Leon had his shirt sleeves rolled up—and goddamn, she loves it when Leon does that—she’d already be drooling at the sight of those muscled forearms. Her eyes would be trailing down them to settle on long fingers and she couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel trailing down her naked torso or inside her. And whenever Leon invites her to his soccer games… she swears it’s going to be the end of her, because Leon would be smiling like someone just gave him the world whenever his team won. He would be pulling his sweat-soaked jersey over his head, revealing chiseled abs and emptying his water bottle over his head. It took everything out of Claire to not walk across the field and lick every drop of water from Leon’s body.
She finds Leon sitting on the couch, one arm thrown over the back, book in hand. His legs are spread open, stretching his plaid pajama bottoms across toned thighs. And Claire isn’t sure if the dim lighting of the room is playing tricks on her eyes, but she swears she sees a slight bulge between Leon’s legs and it has her biting back a whimper. She licks her lips unconsciously, because what she wouldn’t give to drop down between Leon’s knees and press kisses against that bulge, imagined or not. She’d love to feel Leon’s erection fill beneath her lips and then she’d be pulling Leon’s cock out of his pants. She’d massage his balls gently and then she’d take Leon into her mouth and Leon would be moaning above her…
Claire swallows loudly, holding her breath when she fears Leon has heard her. She looks up slowly, flushing when she meets Leon’s amused gaze.
“You going to stand there all night?” Leon grins at her in that endearingly boyish way of his and Claire's knees tremble. “Come sit beside me.” Leon pats the little space beside him, and Claire tries not to fall over herself as she complies because Leon is so stupidly fucking handsome.
She sinks into the cushions, sighing at the way her back releases after spending hours hunched over her notes and then dancing. She lays her head back against the sofa, turning to look at Leon, very much aware of the heat spreading through her where their thighs press together and how close they were to each other.
“How was your day?” she asks. Just a few more inches and she would be resting her head on Leon’s shoulder. But she stays where she is, instead focussing on Leon’s blue eyes and then trailing down to plump lips.
“Boring,” Leon replies. “You were gone all day and I had nothing to do but homework.”
Claire laughs, thinking to the hell with it, and dropping her head onto Leon’s shoulders.
“That’s good, then. You always complain about how you don’t have time for Wesker’s papers, always wasting time in the lab.”
Leon snorts, nudging her in the side with his elbow. “I don’t mind the projects, I just hate the writing and shit. How was your day then?”
“Tiring, I feel sore.” Claire replies, eyes dropping down to Leon’s crotch. God, she wanted to suck Leon’s cock so bad.
“Care for a massage?”
Claire just about screams ‘Yes!’. Instead she reprimands herself to stay cool and says, “Yes, please.”
Leon places a bookmark between the pages of his textbook and sets it on the coffee table. He pushes himself off the couch and Claire flops onto her belly, sighing as she stretches her body to its full length.
Leon had taken to massaging her lately and she fucking loves it. Not just because it felt good—which it did—but because Leon’s hands would be all over her and she could moan with every touch and not seem like she was flirting with Leon
Claire wraps her arms around a cushion and plants her cheek against it. Hot palms come down on her shoulders, kneading the muscle. Claire’s eyes flutter shut and she sighs in pleasure when Leon’s thumbs work circles in her back, smoothing out the kinks. The day’s stress melts away from her shoulders under Leon’s ministrations.
The sofa dips as Leon shifts to straddle Claire, knees on either side of her ass. And then the pressure returns as Leon bends over her and presses the heel of his palms down along Claire’s back. Strong fingers find their way to her ass and squeeze hard and Claire moans because her ass is sore from all those squats and because Leon is goddamn kneading her ass and it feels amazing. She feels herself start to get wet.
“That feels good,” Claire says, sounding much too breathless. She’s painfully aware of Leon’s heat seeping into her even through their clothes, and how deliciously close Leon’s crotch must be to her ass. She only had to jerk her hips up and—
Fuck
She’s so horny for him.
She has to ask Leon if he’s down to fuck because it’s literally driving her insane. They're shameless anyways. As long as she doesn't bring up her feelings, it'd be fine.
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Claire’s such a fucking cocktease.
Leon’s sure she isn’t even trying.
Was Claire always like this? He never really paid attention to it before—they were best friends and grew up so closely their parents gave up trying to separate them even at night. And then puberty happened. Somehow, hair ruffling turned into running fingers through each other's hair, playful shoving turned into full-contact tackling. Once innocent conversations about fears, fantasies, and video games became intimate ones about their deepest secrets, past relationships and sex.
Leon couldn’t deny that Claire always had a certain charm to her: sweet and endearing as a child, rebellious (and sexy as hell) as she got older, and now? Drop dead gorgeous and absolutely dangerous.
God forbid those stupid massages where Claire would be moaning beneath him and Leon’s trying harder than he ever had in his life to not grind his painfully hard cock against Claire’s ass. The massages were both tortuous and exhilarating—when else would he get the chance to let his hands roam all over Claire (and squeeze her ass)?
Said girl has her elbow on the sofa armrest, holding a beer bottle daintily between two fingers. She teasingly runs them up and down the neck while talking to Leon and Leon has no idea what she’s saying because the only thing he’s thinking about is how he wants those fingers curled around his dick instead. He can’t tear his eyes away from Claire who’s wrapping those pink soft lips around her beer bottle. A pink tongue flickers out to catch a drop of beer running down the side and—
Fuck, Claire has no idea the things she did to him. It takes a great effort to look away. Leon shifts in the couch, hand quickly moving to his crotch to adjust his filling erection. His eyes turn back to Claire. Leon watches her throw her head back and suck her cheeks in just the slightest as she drains her bottle. He wonders if Claire would swallow his cum with the same enthusiasm.
God, how he’d love to push his cock in between Claire’s pretty lips. He’d hold her down by the hair and fuck her mouth slow and deep and then he’d like to eat that tight little cunt out afterwards.
He had it so bad for her.
“—so you should let me suck your cock,”
Leon eyes snap open, brows rising right to his hairline and cock simultaneously jumping at the suggestion. For a second he gapes stupidly, wondering if he heard correctly or if he was just hearing things he wanted to hear. “S—sorry, what?” he stammers.
Claire laughs, shaking her head and playing with the lip of her bottle. If only that finger were twirling around the head of his cock instead.
“We’re best friends. We’re both single. We're hot. So why the hell aren’t we fucking?” She asks casually, leaning her head on her hand. “A little fucking here and there would make things perfect.” Blue eyes peer at Leon, gaze so heated it sends a chill down Leon’s spine
Leon swallows, throat suddenly parched and erection straining so hard against his waistband that he’s certain if lifted his shirt, the tip would be peeking out from his trousers.
Claire's eyes fall to the painfully obvious bulge in Leon's pants, lips curling into a playful little smirk that had Leon biting back a groan of desire.
He asks himself if he really wants to cross the friendship line and he thinks about the repercussions that could arise the morning after. He finds that at this moment, he could really care less. And as if Leon could possibly say no to that impish smile, especially when Claire’s fingers linger on his clothed erection as if asking for permission.
Leon’s heart pounds so furiously in his chest that he can hear the thundering of blood in his ears. He grins back at Claire, trying to appear more confident than he felt. “What were you saying about wanting to suck my cock?”
And then Claire is slithering off the couch and pushing Leon’s legs apart and making herself comfortable on her knees. She trails her fingers from Leon’s calves all the way up to his thighs and Leon shivers at the sparks lingering in the wake of Claire’s touches. Claire kneads Leon’s thighs and Leon hums in anticipation.
“I’ve been wanting to suck your cock for weeks,” Claire confesses with the usual ease she admits all of her secrets to Leon.
“That’s good. Because I’ve been wanting to fuck that mouth of yours for weeks.” Leon laughs, breath hitching when Claire's fingers ghost over his clothed erection.
“Yeah?” An infuriatingly sexy smirk dances on Claire’s lips and Leon can’t believe how much of a nymph Claire could be.
“Yeah,” Leon repeats, sounding far too breathless.
“Stand up then.” Claire shuffles backwards to allow Leon space. “I’ll let you do it.”
Leon groans, cock twitching at the thought of promises to come. He stands up a little too fast, swaying in place as the lurch of vertigo washed over him.
Claire edges on her knees towards him, stopping a mere inch from the tent in Leon’s pants
"Look at the size of this," Claire giggles, cupping Leon's bulge and giving it a light squeeze. Leon jerks his hips involuntarily. "You sure you didn't stuff your pants?" Claire teases.
Before Leon can respond, Claire slips the button through the hole. She dips her head forward to pull the zipper down with her teeth, nose dragging along Leon’s dick. She curls her fingers into Leon’s waistband and briefs and she pulls them down in a fluid motion. Leon moans when his heated cock springs out to meet cool air and hit Claire lightly on the cheek.
"Wow," Claire breathes. Cool fingers wrap around the base of Leon’s cock and he lets out a low groan, bucking his hips. Claire laughs, giving Leon’s dick a little shake. “Congratulations, Leon! You won the genetic lottery.”
Leon tries not to preen on the pleasure at Claire’s words. The ‘thank you’ on his lips turns into a garbled mess when Claire leans forward to lick a long strip from the base of his cock right to the crown.
Claire hums in pleasure, cheek against his length, and Leon can feel every movement of the girl’s lips against his cock when he says, “God, you taste so good.” She looks up at Leon with sultry eyes when she says it and then turns to Leon’s cock to press wet, open-mouthed kisses along the vein running down his dick.
Leon runs a hand along Claire’s jaw, trailing his fingers up Claire’s cheeks and then threading his fingers into impossibly long soft bluehair. He tightens his grip on Claire’s hair and she lets out a breathless little whimper and her eyelashes flutter.
"You like sucking cock, huh?" Leon breathes, gently rocking his hips so that his cock slid back and forth between Claire's cheek and palm.
"Well, yours is exceptional." Leon tries not to come then and there from Claire’s response.
Claire curls her fingers around Leon's cock, slowly moving her hand up and down. She swipes her thumb over the bead of pre-cum that had formed, smearing it along his length to ease the movements.
Leon just laughs breathlessly, and then Claire is spitting into her hand and spreading it all over his dick and working it up and down.
"You like that?" Claire asks and Leon can't help the moans slipping from his lips as he bucks into her fist.
"Yeah," Leon manages. Fuck, if having Claire on her knees before him and gazing at his cock almost affectionately didn’t drive him crazy with lust, he didn’t know what would.
Claire smiles at him, twisting her wrist at the top just the way he likes it. She leans forward and his heart pounds so loudly in his chest that he fears he's going to have a heart attack. And then pink lips are wrapping around the head of his cock and he feels Claire swirling her tongue around the crown and he lets out a long, drawn out 'fuck'
Claire stops the rolling of his hips with a palm on his abs and Leon makes a noise halfway between a moan of pleasure and one of frustration. She gives Leon a pat on his stomach and suddenly, she takes the entirety of Leon's cock in her mouth.
"Oh, fuck!" he gasps, throwing his head back and groaning in pleasure as the warmth and slickness enveloped him. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
Claire hums around him in response and Leon jerks his hips, pushing his cock so far into her mouth that he feels his cock hit the back of her throat and her nose is buried in a thatch of coarse hair. Claire makes a choking noise in the back of her throat that turns into an appreciative moan and god fucking dammit, he’s absolutely floored.
Leon tightens his grip on Claire’s hair—and Claire sucks with even more enthusiasm—thrusting into her mouth, deep and slow. He feels the head of his cock brush the roof of her mouth and the flat of her tongue running over the underside of his dick with every movement.
Claire drops her hands away from Leon, granting him full control of the pace. She glances up at him and he sees the way the corners of her lips curl upward just the slightest and the mischievous, challenging glint in her eyes.
“Let me see you touch yourself,” Leon grunts, raising his other hand to brush Claire’s bangs away from her forehead before threading his fingers through her hair.
Claire complies, lifting her skirt and slipping her hand into her panties. While Leon doesn’t have a clear view, he can see the movement of Claire’s hand and he can feel her moaning around him and sucking him off so hard that saliva runs down her chin.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Leon breathes, tugging Claire’s head towards him with every forward thrust of his hips. Everything about her drives him wild—from the way her cheeks are flushed pink and hollowed, to those lips wet with saliva and those sexy little noises she makes. Leon groans, throwing his head back and then turning back to Claire because he literally could not take his eyes off her.
He fucks Claire’s mouth a little faster, a knot of pleasure clenching in the pit of his stomach. His breath hitches and his moans become louder. She must have noticed because she pulls away with a dirty slurp, and Leon can hardly be disappointed when Claire’s licking her lips and stroking him roughly with one hand, her other hand still working on herself.
“Claire… I’m going to come,” Leon gasps, toes curling into the carpet.
“I know.” Claire grins at him, giving his dick a squeeze. “Do it.”
Leon groans. “Fuck, are you sure—”
Claire tips her head back and locks eyes with him. “Do it. I want you to come all over me.” She whines before letting her mouth fall open and fuck, fuck, fuck.
Leon slaps Claire’s hand away and he’s stroking himself so fast his fist is but a blur. He gasps as his body tightens and then he’s coming across Claire’s face and in her mouth in long white strings, pushing his thumb along the length of his cock to milk out every last drop.
Claire closes her eyes and moans, lips turned upwards in a smile and furiously playing with her clit until she’s crying out. Leon swears he’s going crazy because the only thing he can think about is how much he’d like to paint a masterpiece on Claire’s face using his cock as a paintbrush and his cum as paint
“Fuck, Claire.” Leon gives a shuddering sigh, giving his cock a shake against Claire’s lips. A pink tongue flickers out to lick the last trace of cum from his dick.
Claire’s eyes flutter open to gaze up at him. “Mmm, you taste good, Leon,” she says, throat raspy from use. She takes Leon’s cock in her hand, using it to wipe the cum from her chin and cheeks and collecting it in her mouth. Claire takes him into her mouth one more time and Leon groans from the overstimulation as Claire slurps up every last bit of cum from his far too sensitive cock.
“Holy shit.” Is the only thing he can utter, his brain feeling like it’s been reduced into a consistency of applesauce.
Leon plops down on the sofa, pulling Claire along with him so that she’s straddling him. He places his hands on Claire’s ass and squeezes, delighted when Claire whimpers.
“So…” he starts, running his palms up and down the side of Claire’s thighs. “Are you gonna let me return the favor?”
“Fuck yes.”