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You wake up to feel Leo’s hips grinding lazily against your ass and one of his hands roaming beneath your shirt. There's a steady rumble in his chest that vibrates against your back, and you wonder if he's even fully awake as he nuzzles sleepily into your neck. “Leo,” you croak, patting the arm he has draped over your waist. “Leo, you with me?”
He just hums, breathing you in and exhaling on a growl that you feel in your teeth. His hand finds your breast and squeezes as he continues to roll his hips against you, his breath hot against your neck. Easy, so easy for him, you sigh as he palms at your chest and starts to brush his fingers back and forth across your nipples. You turn your head toward him, and his mouth meets yours immediately.
Slow and wet, his tongue glides against your own. His hand trails from your chest to your stomach, ghosting over your hip and pressing into the seam where your thighs start before slipping into your underwear. His finger dips between your folds, and you whine into his mouth when it starts a slow caress against your clit. Leo breaks the kiss just long enough to speak with an audible smirk.
“Already wet for me, princesa?”
You flush hot at his words, but his mouth seals over yours again before you can answer. The slick glide of his tongue matches that of his finger in a dizzying mixture of friction. Time morphs into nothing more than the space between moans.
When his lips leave yours, chaste kisses press sweetly into your shoulder. He mumbles something into your skin, but you can’t focus past the way his finger is making your toes curl. More mumbled words, punctuated by the feeling of him sucking purple marks onto your skin. You can feel it building as his finger continues to stroke, as his hips continue to grind into your backside. Sudden and all at once, you feel your body tense as you come. Your mouth falls open on a gasp, and his teeth sink into your neck while electricity sparks along your skin.
“That was quick,” he murmurs smugly against your ear. You slur a response that even you don’t understand, and he chuckles darkly. You don’t understand how he does this - reduces you to this so easily. Like it’s nothing.
His hand dips lower, a thick finger pressing easily inside of you. One slow pump. Two. A second finger, his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, and your hips jerk backward just for him to grind forward against your ass again. “Pobrecita,” he says with mock pity. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” His voice lowers, the hint of a growl rumbling in your ear. “I always take care of what’s mine.”
His fingers leave you and then he shifts. Your shirt is gently pulled over your head and tossed aside before he does the same with your panties. He shifts again, moving you onto your back and straddling your waist. You’re distracted for a moment by how handsome he is in the low light, but then you focus on his eyes. Roaming across your naked body, ravenous in a way that you’ve only ever seen directed at you. It makes your heart sing. You push through the haze in your mind to whisper the only thought you’re able to have right now.
“I love you.”
His eyes widen at that. The fact that he looks almost shocked makes your chest tighten. How many times have you told him how much you love him? How many more times will you have to say it before he stops looking at you like that when you do?
“I love you, too,” he whispers back, his eyes soft for a long moment. Then the hunger returns, and he leans down to rest on his forearms and kiss you again. You let your eyes slip shut, let yourself get lost in the taste of him as your arms lift to rest over the stripes on his arms. Sensitive there, you remember, when he shivers at your touch. You drag your nails over the marks, smiling into his kiss when the action draws a groan out of him.
Leo pulls away, his eyes unmoored on your face, and then he leans heavily on one forearm and lifts the other to grab one of your wrists. He scoots up and pulls your hand down to his cloaca, and you can feel that it’s leaking and swollen.
You’re not the only one who’s easy.
He lets go of your wrist when you start to lightly trail your finger up and down his slit. Up and down. Up and down. You don’t miss the way his throat bobs as he swallows, the way his brow pinches the tiniest bit. You slip your middle and ring fingers inside of him, pride swelling in your chest when his breath stutters. He slips his fingers into your mouth, then, and you can still taste yourself there.
“Suck,” he breathes, and you obey. You keep your eyes on his while you work him open, while you swirl your tongue around his fingers in your mouth. He’s so pretty. So pretty above you. Another swell of pride has you smiling harder when you curl your fingers toward you and his hips rock jerkily in response.
“You like playing with me, juguete?” He’s teasing, but it’s hard to miss the strain in his voice. His fingers leave your mouth to pinch your nipple, leaving a trail of your spit across your skin. His head dips down to kiss the valley between your breasts, to seal his lips around your other nipple and suck. Your fingers continue to massage inside of him, and you really can’t tell which of you is wetter.
He adjusts suddenly, his hands resting on either side of your head to hold himself up. “Gonna drop,” he groans, his eyes squeezing shut. “Gonna-”
A shuddering breath cuts off his next words, and your fingers are pushed out of him as he drops wetly into your hand. Warm - warmer than any other part of him - and so fucking big you can’t wrap your fingers all the way around. You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the sheer size of him.
When you start to pump your hand up and down the shaft, his hand shoots down to wrap tightly around your wrist again. This time, though, he pulls it away from him and pins it against the bed by your head.
“Ready?”
His voice makes you shiver. You nod and stay still as he scoots down your body and raises and spreads your legs, letting them rest on either side of him as he lines himself up. He delays just long enough to peer at your face before pressing inside, and you can’t stop the broken moan that punches out of you. Fuck fuck fuck. You swear you can feel him in your fucking throat, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.
He bottoms out and stills, breathing hard over you. His intense gaze is almost a glare, and you unconsciously clench around him, making his eyes sharpen. After a long moment, he starts to pull out, just to slide back in before he’s even halfway out. Establishing a slow, steady rhythm, he leans down on his forearms again and rests his forehead against yours.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, his uneven breaths mixing with your own. “God, you’re so - so fucking tight and wet for me, so good, pretty girl.” He presses a kiss against the corner of your mouth. “You’re perfect.”
You can only whisper strings of his name. That’s all there is. Here and now and you and Leo Leo Leo Leo Leo.
“Who do you belong to, pretty?”
Leo Leo Leo
“That’s right,” he breathes. “Mine.”
His pace picks up without warning, and you inhale sharply as he starts to growl. It’s a steady, thrumming thing that you feel in your skin, in your bones, in your cunt. Each movement of him inside of you has spikes of pleasure lighting up your body. There’s nothing but him. Nothing but his hands tangling in your hair, his teeth grazing down your neck, his cock filling you up like nothing else ever could.
He’s starting to move faster. Harder. A punishing pace, now, and you can’t help but writhe beneath him. His hands yank your head back and his teeth clamp down on your neck, harder than before, and hold you in place. You feel every beat of your heart in your throat, your pulse erratic at the pleasure-pain that makes your whines louder. Each thrust has the feeling of almost there, almost there building up higher. Your hands fist in the sheets, and again, again, again, you have to remind yourself to breathe as he ruts into you. Fuck. Fuck. Breathe. His teeth release you, his mouth sliding up your jaw so he can whisper in your ear.
“Mine.” The gravel in his voice makes you whimper. “All mine. Perfect little toy, taking my dick like you were made for it. Come for me. Just for me, pretty girl, come on.”
His angle changes just so, and your eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm shakes you apart. You’re vaguely aware of him fucking you through it, his head raising up so he can watch your face, his hands moving to grasp your upper arms and push you into the mattress while his hips smack loudly against yours.
He doesn’t stop - hasn’t stopped - and you only realize he’s still talking to you after you come back down to earth.
“You like being my little toy, don’t you? You like it when I fuck you stupid, pretty girl?”
You open your mouth to respond, but you can only whine pitifully. His hands tighten further around your arms. You wonder if his fingers will leave bruises before his voice makes you shiver again.
“Who do you belong to, juguete?” You try to speak, your mouth hanging open, but you don’t quite manage it. His hips still haven’t stopped moving, haven’t slowed in the slightest, and you don’t know how he expects you to be able to form words, but he’s not letting it go. One of his hands grabs your jaw, and his eyes take on a dangerous glint that makes your heart skip in your chest. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y- hah!” Okay, okay. Focus, you can- you can- fuck. Okay. “You, Leo.”
His hand releases your jaw and moves down to tighten around your throat. Blood rushes in your ears as your oxygen is cut off. Your thoughts scramble, your mind pulled in a million different directions. His hands, his weight on top of you, his fingers pressing harder into your skin. The way your lungs burn, the way your spine tingles. The way each thrust jolts your entire body. The feeling of him spearing you open over and over, the wet friction that melts your brain, the slide of skin against scale and keratin, the room spinning as your mind fractures, and still there is only Leo Leo Leo.
You feel his rhythm falter before he pushes as far in as he can go, so deep that you have the delirious thought that it’s actually his cock in your throat that’s stopping you from breathing. His hips meld to yours, a thundering growl ripping out of him, and you feel him twitching inside of you as he fills you with his come and chants your name like a prayer.
Your vision is blurry. Darkening at the edges. You feel yourself getting lightheaded, and suddenly you can breathe again. You suck in a wheezing breath, and after a few moments you manage to focus on Leo. He’s resting on his forearms above you again, studying your face with hazy eyes. He leans down to kiss your forehead, your nose, your lips. To rub the side of his jaw against yours and nip at your earlobe. His breaths are starting to slow, his growl having settled into a soft churr, and oh, you love him. You love him so much.
“I think my season is coming up soon,” he mumbles, and you can’t stop the laugh from bubbling out of you.
“I think so, too.”
You can’t wait.