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Mornings like this are your favorites. Lazily rousing with the sun shining into the bedroom you and Leon shared. Your wonderful boyfriend entangled against your side, warm and welcoming. Except he wasn't in your bed that morning. You grew annoyed realizing you must've overslept and missed your time with him this morning before he had to work. Rolling onto your back with a long sigh, you daydream about another morning you were lucky enough to spend time with him.
Soft lush lips brushing against your temple. A gentle kiss holding a deeper promise. As he bottoms out inside you, with a shaky sigh. Your hands tighten their grip against his back trying not to dig your nails into his tender skin. He captures your lips in a kiss hiding a muffled whimper between the furious exhaling at the desirable feeling. He knows how much you love hearing him yet he teases you with the sounds and your desperation for his touch. He floats in a fatal headspace at the whisper of his name. Entranced with the way your eyes go hazy while you speak. His hips work their way into you in a lazy back and forth rhythm. Inhaling against the expanse of your neck, while rocking into the warm heat and gripping your plush hips.
Tousled sheets. The fringe of his hair slicked with sweat. A rose flush across his cheeks. Being so close, connecting at such an intimate space. The feeling of his weight above you caged in by his lean frame made your knees weak. He'd never looked better than on top of you. Leaning up to plant breathy kisses against his collarbones till he's shivering with want to plunge his hips deeper. “I need you baby.” “I know, I know I need you too.” Kissing hurriedly while you rock your hips down onto him. Quick thrusts into your heat have you both panting in pleasure.
You blink away your desires when you hear some shuffling in the kitchen you'd failed to register at first, when the warm sweet and savory smells of breakfast hit your nose. What would Leon be doing at the apartment so late? He had to be out of the house by 7 a.m. to make it to the station on time. Maybe it wasn't as late as you'd assumed it was. Rolling over, your reach for the nearest device on one of the bedside tables feeling around until you bring your phone towards you reading the time to be 8:47 a.m. Nope, definitely way too late for him to be home on a normal day. Curiosity got the best of you as you pushed the sheets off and pulled yourself out of bed in just your underwear. Spotting your red silk nightgown you'd gotten recently hanging on the door frame, you walked over with a cheeky smile and slipped it on, tying it just enough so it was loose against your chest. Leon adored you in this and the feel of the silk was enough to send more Deja Vuu's running back to you.
“Red's a good color on you.” his hands trace over your hips, the fabric smoothed against your skin. “Yeah? so you like it then I'll take it.” You laugh airily as his hands pull you closer, touching and feeling up every inch of you. “Yes God, something with you in red...” He whispers against your neck and the hair behind your neck prickles in delight. You smile at him, and how much you adore these moments where he's open about his attraction towards you. So fucking hot all the time. You cling to the collar of his shirt dragging him in for a passionate kiss.
You softly shut the door to your bedroom. Following the soft shuffling and little clatters of silverware to the kitchen. Your beloved boyfriend stands over the stove patiently flipping pancakes. A plate already stacked up with a decent amount. The sweet smell and sight warms your heart. A few half-eaten pancakes on a napkin and a huge pile of dirty dishes in the sink make you melt instead of annoyed. Your eyes got pleasantly accustomed to his broad shoulders flexing with every flick of his wrist while he worked.
Realizing you'd been creepily standing in the hallway broke you from your hazy state that'd preoccupied your head that morning and you made your way over to him.
Leon crooked his head over his shoulder at your footsteps, a small smile lighting across his face. “What're you doing up before noon?” That light rasp of his morning voice lingering in his words has your cheeks heating up.
“I smelled your yummy cooking.” You rise to your tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek. “What's all this about hmm?”
He lifts an eyebrow giving you an incredulous look paired with that charming smirk. “What? Can't I be a nice boyfriend for once?” a small laugh at his playful lilt escapes you.
“No, no you can, I'm just pleasantly surprised that's all.” Wrapping your arm around his side to drag his hip into yours. He doesn't budge, instead, his warm hand gently squeezes your shoulder.
“I love you, Leon.” You whisper, face pressed up against his arm. The scent of him making your body go lax. You don't force him to say it back, you know he means it with the way his lips twitch upwards despite his lack of words.
“Want me to make us some coffee?” He nods and you wander over to the sink. Reaching up to the arranged row of mugs, some collecting dust. Leon might suggest decluttering sometime soon you thought.
Tracing your fingers against the porcelain mugs, there's one you had custom printed with pictures of each other's faces. You found them hysterically funny at the time but now they're more of a memento to your relationship. You trace your fingers against those cups, your favorite fruit mug, and the one next to it of a rubber duck. Smiling at your perfect mug array. You grabbed the fruit and rubber duck ones and brought them down to the counter with a clang. Turning, you filled the coffee maker with water, adding the high-quality blend of grounds Leon meticulously researched and picked himself, and the filter and got the pot going. After putting away your mess unlike a certain somebody. You find his phone near the speaker on the counter. The thought of a specific song entered your head, and you pressed play after typing it in.
“What's this song?” Leon asks without turning his head. As the bass of the song entered. “Too sweet.” you answer leaning back against the counter, Your eyes trail over your gorgeous boyfriend yet again. Something about him this morning maybe it's because he's called off and he’s here this morning and it's throwing off your schedule.
It can't be said I'm an early bird
It's ten o'clock before I say a word
Like his odd but welcome presence in the kitchen this morning keeps rerouting your brain. Or… It could be that he's making you breakfast out of his own desire, while he's in a nice white t-shirt and grey sweats that hang off his hips and show just a smidge of his V-line in the most agonizingly sexy way possible.
And that despite the carnal urges tingling beneath your skin, there was a blur of a delicate nature to your need.
You keep telling me to live right
To go to bed before the daylight
The sunshine peeking through the blinds. Slanted golden rays illuminating across the sharp angled planes of his handsome face. Vibrant orange and amber rays cast an ethereal glow throughout the kitchen, slanting across his muscular frame; highlighting his hair, the tone of his arms, and how perfect his outfit is. He must've chosen it mindlessly. Just one of his basic comfy outfits compared to his restricted bulletproof police vest he's usually in. To him these comfy clothes are mindless therapy on a day off but to you they are the key to your undying attraction towards him.
You know you don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
Don't you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?
You couldn’t stop the romantic tone of the song infiltrating your psyche. The tempo slowly rose, as your mind spiraled at the way everything about him this morning had you entranced. The fact his T-shirt hugs against his waist and his biceps so snuggly, the white a perfect contrast against his now golden skin. The pull of the shadows and the light from the blinds was so gorgeous.
Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?
All of your senses alight, the sight of him flipping the pancakes with focused precision, the smell of vanilla mixed with that warm musk of your lover, the soft sizzling sound and his gentle humming to the song.
If you're drunk on life, babe, I think it's great
His sweatpants are baggy and sagging just a bit as he reaches up to grab something from the top shelf, just enough happy tail visible to drive you wild. Your mouth watering from breakfast or your boyfriend, left a sweet taste on your tongue. You were eyeing him up till you couldn’t take it anymore.
But while in this world..
Your libido finally as starving as your stomach, you push yourself off the counter and make your way over to him.
I think I'll take my whiskey neat
You walk over till you're standing beside him wrapping your arms around his waist and inhaling.
My coffee black and my bed at three
You wait until the lyrics line into place, “You're too sweet for me” you sing along softly. Swaying with him while you stand there for a moment grounding yourself, the coffee pot beeping an interruption to the tender moment. You stay put, still swaying with him humming softly.
“The coffee’s done brewing babe.” “I know.” You responded, swaying against him still appreciating the warmth between your bodies.
“You're not going to go get it?” He asked, confused, angling his head towards you with a lifted brow.
“Nope.” You sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder blade. “May I ask why?” He snorted with a laugh. “You may, I’ll just choose not to answer.” He laughed softly, rolling his eyes while pouring some whisked eggs into the other frying pan.
He lets you off the hook focusing back on breakfast, and you try not to let a grin slip across your face. You bite the inside of your cheek at the list of desires running rampant through your mind while he stands there so oblivious of your intentions. You slide over to lean against his side again, nuzzling your face into his arm. A small smile creeps onto his face, unknowing of your affections intentions until your hand is sliding and squeezing softly at his bicep. While your other hand resting on the small of his back is gently slipping under his shirt. You feel his arm still, after he transfers the pancakes from the pan to a plate. He looks down at you over his shoulder, eyes holding a playful glow.
"What are you doing?" He asks curiously, putting playful emphasis when he mentions you. As your hand slides up his back, smoothing the ridges of his spine. Your other hand sliding to guide him to put down the spatula.
"Trying to appreciate my compassionate hunk of a boyfriend...is there a problem?" You ask coyly, hand slipping around to his hip to rub teasing circles just above it. You can hear him grit his teeth as he responds.
"No, just not sure what awoke this in you." "That's just the effect you have on me most days..." You sigh, sliding your hand over the plane of his stomach, noticing the twitch of his abs at the gentle glide of your fingertips across his skin.
"Is this, okay?" You get on your tiptoes to whisper your question against his ear. "Course it is, as long as you don't mind your breakfast a bit burnt." He chuckled, still trying to finish scrambling the eggs he had still on the stove.
"Nah, I'm hungry for something else." "Are you now? I didn't notice with how subtle you've been." He retorts sarcastically, you give his shoulder one quick bite as you lower yourself flat footed on the kitchen floor. Slipping under his free arm to cage yourself between him and the stove top he takes a step back to make sure you're not too close to get burned.
"Be careful, it's too hot to touch." He says, laughing airily at your impatience. He strained his arms to not burn you or the eggs. "I've handled more heated parts of you before." You whisper a smile heard in your voice as your fingers dance up his stomach. "You know that's not what I meant you dork." Seeing him smile while he spoke was infectious, your own smile couldn’t help but widen, especially upon admiring him from this angle. His sharpened jawline still baring the faded hickeys from a few nights prior, the prickle of blonde stubble shadowed on his face, and a splatter of light freckles on the bridge of his nose illuminated as the sun sparkled against the features of his face. You focused on the song echoing throughout the kitchen.
You know, you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain
Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape
The lyrics were quite fitting to your thoughts. Bright, soft, and pretty just like the sun that was complimenting Leon so perfectly. It's not your fault that the golden rays had his eyelashes twinkling like dewdrops and his hair a shiny sheen.
Your heart skipping a beat at how lucky you felt to see him like this. After noticing you staring for a prolonged amount of time, he looked down at you, his eyes held a flickering warmth at your doting gaze and then the way his eyebrows scrunched in concern as he drew you a little away from the stove’s open flame and continued with preparing breakfast.
“What’s got you so distracted?” he asks, eyes darting between you and the food. You can feel yourself pleasantly sigh, lips ghosting against the cotton of his t-shirt, you plant kisses across his chest. "Just...Who gave you permission to be so sexy all the time?" You could feel the reverberations of a low chuckle in his chest as you planted another kiss.
“Dunno, didn’t think I needed permission.” “You do, because you're too much for me.” You hold back from making a pun from the song unsure if you were being too annoying as his voice gave little away. Upon searching his face though you see a small flush rising to his cheeks. Impatiently your hands slipped under the front of his shirt. Mouthwatering as you felt up the broad expanse of his chiseled stomach and waist as your fingertips grazed every tiny dip and bump of his ribs. Hands trailing up, up, up…
His breath hitched and you could feel his abs tighten against the tickling feeling of your nails. And the feeling of his arm tensing up beside you in restraint as he focused on breakfast again. Wrapping his free arm around your waist to tug you in deliciously snug.
"I want you so badly Leon...I need my mouth on you...s'that okay?" You ask, shucking his shirt up and over his chest. You're being pushy and wouldn't be surprised if he was annoyed with your persistence, unbeknownst to you he found it insanely attractive how much you wanted him right now. He simply gave a curt nod and tightened his grip on your waist.
You took his consent and went for it. A gentle groan escaped his lips when you brought your warm mouth to kiss across his chest, wet tongue filled kisses over his nipples. Anywhere sensitive you could access your mouth trailed across it.
You hum passionately at the taste of his skin, delicately salty mixed with deep wooded musk of his body wash. Your lidded eyes sparing a glance at him, seeing his flushed face and the way his mouth hung open the slightest bit. A moan slipped past your lips as you sucked against his chest.
Leon couldn’t handle the physical and vocal desire you had for him this morning. Watching and feeling your kisses made even more heat pool in his gut. Whatever had gotten into you today he never wanted it to leave.
"I don't think you've been this verbal about how much you want me in quite some time..." He huffs out, seemingly surprised by how passionate you were being.
Any other time you'd expect his warning grip to tighten, a few nips in remark to how needy you were being. Not that you being more dominant was out of either of your comfort zones, but unprovoked like this with you setting a dominant mode was a bit rarer to come by. It must've caught him by surprise today.
Apparently, you'd struck in the right groove as he rolled his body into you at the feeling of your teeth gently bullying his nipple and your thumb flicking across his other.
"I'm sorry I've been depriving you of my voice then I didn't think you'd enjoy it so much." You admit, this was more than a pleasant experience for you too. Increasing need growing from the man in front of you all from your teasing? A dangerously hot coil wound itself in your abdomen at how much you were enjoying this. You crouched down as your lips slowly tracked down from his pecs to kiss and suck marks across his ribs before you were rising up and licking a long hot stripe between the top of his abs to his sternum.
Leon bit his lip at the feeling you brought from your exploratory mouth. A fresh throbbing wave lit his nerves at your delicate tongue.
"Baby...I'm almost done with the eggs, give me a chance here." He grumbled, the few minutes spent over the stove desperate to put his hands on you had felt like an eternity. Every time the eggs popped and sizzled against the metal, akin to the feelings rising beneath his skin. His fingers tightened an almost death grip on the pans handle. Hidden under his shirt and baggy sweats was the rising issue of his temperament to your egregious need.
You plant one long meaningful kiss against his chest. Before pulling away, dragging his shirt back down with a guilty smile. His eyes and grip softened seeing your flushed face. He felt some of the blood flow come back to his hands and felt stupid at how worked up he was all because he was unable to reciprocate his feelings of wanting you with his hands full.
"Sorry you're addicting you know..." You apologize softly, leaning with your back against his chest, appreciative of his pulse thrumming strongly beside your ear.
"I could say the same about you." He retorts, you could feel the vibrations of his voice and the desperate hint in it as he spoke. You watched as he clicked the burner off and clumsily scraped the eggs to another plate. You could see his brow furrowed at the mess he was making trying to be meticulous with shaking hands was much more difficult than it seemed. You smiled, tucking your nose against his chest. Met with the overwhelming smell of your boyfriend melted all the tension in your body, feeling your shoulders sag as you sighed and inhaled the musk of his skin, and your lavender laundry detergent hinted against the fabric.
"You smell so good..." You mutter, practically marking your cheek against him. "Me or Breakfast?" He jests, grabbing your hips, firmly exhaling through his nose at finally feeling his hands against you. Flipping you to be chest to chest against him. "You." You exhale, practically moaning into him. "Your cooking is good don't get me wrong, but you are godsend." You breathe, hand sliding around his neck into his hair while you grind your hips into his. Savoring the feeling of his warm bulge beneath the gray sweats. His hips twitch in a measly attempt at restraint.
You stretch your neck to whisper against the lobe of his ear, “Don’t act like you're not as desperate as I am.” Slyly brushing your palm against his length. He shivers into you, unable to hide it now, his resolve melting by the minute.
“I’m not trying to hide it.” his voice cracked when he spoke and he ducked his head in embarrassment, nipping against the side of your neck.
“Good, I want all of you.” Tilting his head up, you meet his lips in a tender kiss. His hands kneading your love handles. You squeeze his cock fully now over his sweats, stroking him gently. He shudders on a sigh, slipping his hand under your shirt he cups your breast and squeezes. Your breath hitches and you squeeze your palm around the head of his cock firmly.
“Hands off, it's my turn to take care of you.” He groans, yet obeys you, hands sliding down to your hips again.
“Can I at least hold your hips?” he tries to keep his voice steady, but you know him better than that. You show mercy and don't mention the way you're delighted at his eyes being half lidded. You just nod. Resuming the pace as you feel up his dick, his tip twitching every time you graze your nails against him. His cock was hot even through the cotton of his sweats. Growing to a sizable length, a few inches bigger than your hand. And ever so sensitive.
His hands itched to touch you “Babe...I can't-” You turn around chest to chest again, shushing him while you walk him towards the open countertop behind the two of you. Waiting until his elbows meet the counter to support himself. You put an arm on the counter effectively caging him in, and push your weight into him, grinding his hips into the countertop with a chuckle. Dipping your thumb into the waistband of his sweats and letting the elastic snap back against his v-line a few times while he waits with bated breath. You get a twist of pleasure at the way his eyes flick, indecisive about looking at you or the way you're teasing him.
“Do you want me to touch you?” a wry smile meets your lips as he averts his eyes and nods. Feeling like you’ve pushed him enough for how complacent he’d been that morning; you slip your hand under his sweats and boxers to get skin to skin with him at last. A beautiful groan tapered off into a whimper, made a flame burst in your core. His dick was burning in your palm, twitching at every minute movement. Stroking up from the base to the tip left a coating of slick pre cum left between your fingers that alleviated the friction.
“Is all this for me?” You can’t help but tease. Expertly sliding your thumb back and forth over his frenulum that makes his whole body shake beneath you.
“Breakfast and a needy cock? I’m a lucky lady.” It's so rare to see him this needy without taking control. He’s usually the first to initiate even if you make attempts to do so they’re futile compared to his enthusiastic approach. Although a man of fewer words he expresses his affection physically exceptionally well. He’s always giving and or caring for you, wanting to put all his mind, body and soul into pleasing you. But today was your turn and you weren’t giving a performance of anything less than satisfactory for your outrageously gorgeous and desperate boyfriend.
“So pretty...” You mumble with a loopy grin on your face, a loose grip on his cock while you stroke him, before squeezing your palm against his spongy tip until his hips twitch at every stroke. Leon was slightly overwhelmed to say the least. He hadn’t envisioned you taking him in the kitchen when he planned an innocent breakfast for the two of you to share. Nor did he expect to be so sensitive, he usually had a bit of control, but he was leaking more than usual. Not that he was upset in the least, seeing your gorgeous face with that award winning smile doing what made you happy was all he ever wanted. He was just surprised that teasing him, stroking his weeping cock, and making him a mess was something that made you particularly happy this morning. But he didn’t complain your tantalizing grip on his cock was melting his mind.
“F-fuck baby.” He leaned his head back, bangs sliding away from his eyes left more of his reddened face on display for you. Pleased, you tighten your grip and bring your other hand down to tease his slick tip just the way he likes it. A delicate moan rings through the kitchen at your ministrations.
“I wanna see you, put my mouth on you, s’that okay?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes, seeing his clenched jaw and hazy eyes almost made you lose your composure, almost.
“Jesus…you drive me wild…fucking please honey.”
You slid his sweats and boxers down to his upper thighs pressing a kiss on his stomach, enjoying the hiss he let out as his cock sprung free and bounced against his hip. The head was a raging red, and a thick vein was throbbing traveling up the side, a solid 7 inches in length, maybe more because he kept growing a smidge with every pulse. His tip glistened with precum a rivulet trailing down his shaft in the most delectable way imaginable. God, you needed him in your mouth now.
“Look at you...” Mustering up words to try and express how you felt from the sight of him was not easy, your mouth just hung open a little bit more as you ogled his toned stomach, dirty blonde happy trail, sensitive pink cock, such a delicate contrast between his pale and sculpted quads. Would it be a crime to spend hours tracing your lips and tongue across every inch of him? No work, no chores to be done, no interruptions. Just you and Leon and the burning desire you shared.
His forceful cough snapped you back into focus. Right, sucking him off obviously.
You brought your hand to the base bringing him near your hot mouth, a moment's lingered breath to cherish with his flushed face and creased brows, before your tongue slid down from tip to base and right back up. Received a grunt. Wrapping your lips over his tip, suckling softly brought a breathier one. Fully encapsulating the head of his cock gave you a choked off moan. Hungry for more of his reactions you dipped down inch by inch, tongue on the underside pressing and prodding softly while you sucked your cheeks in, curiously playing with the pressure. Your eyes darted to his expression, his eyebrows were creased in a deep concentrated frown, his mouth parted, and powdered blue eyes glossy with pleasure.
“I love you, Leon.” you breathed out, before taking him back. His teeth grinded on instinct to hide the whimpers and moans wanting to escape. No matter how many times you speak softly to him and tell him how much you love him, despite the fact he wants to embrace your praise, float into that lovely headspace you put him in with your gentle hands and smile, something holds him back. His jaw is tight, his body stiff and aching with the effort to hold back from you.
“You’re always Ngh-saying that.” He mumbles, mostly to himself, eyes never leaving your soft face, bathed in slanted sunlight, a halo of warmth radiates from you and that nightgown he loves, your carmine puffy lips sucking him off just so. You continue with more fervor, scrunching up your brow and hollowing your cheeks, rhythmically dragging your tongue along him. His muscles go lax, a whimper breaking through his resolve that has you humming in appeal. After a moment more you break away, a tiny trail of saliva snapping onto your bottom lip.
“I'll never stop telling you that Leon.” Watching his pupils grow, the two of you just staring fondly, smiles creeping onto your faces.
“I love you too.” He confesses and you can’t help but feel warmth spread from your head to your toes at the genuine compassion hidden behind a few words. Leon was always good at sparing words but still conveying the same tone, a trait you were highly envious of. You shake your head, remembering you have hands that can also multi-task, and gently massage his hips, tongue dancing circles along his tip before deep throating him. He hunches over you with bucking hips, more breathy noises clogging your head.
“Ha-C-can I touch you baby, please?” His hips twitch further into your mouth, and you choke on him, clamping down. He throws his head back and moans wantonly. But you have to cut the pleasurable feeling short to come up for air, sputtering with a laugh.
“Y-yeah course you can.” You wrap your hands around his thighs, massaging and groping the solid muscle mass, he’s so strong yet here he is a desperate hunk leaning against the kitchen counter letting you pleasure him. His clammy palms find purchase in your hair, thick fingers entangling in your scalp and tugging. You moan with your lips around the base of his cock, the vibrations adding a heightened layer of sensitivity.
“Ahh S-shit fuck!” His voice desperately whiny, making you throb with need. Eyes fluttering upwards you could see his adam's apple bob, as he tried to swallow down his moans but he was always too noisy, ethereal whimpers driving you further, if he kept this up you just might be able to finish without him even touching you. You brought a hand down to tease his balls, while still bobbing up and down. The hot drip of his precum soothing the ache in your throat.
Between desperate whispered plea’s you manage to hear him say, “You're so good to me...” His gravelly voice whispering praises made you leak and whine onto his hot throbbing cock in your mouth, an endless cycle of pleasing one another.
“S’cuz you're so hot.” You giggle against him looking up through teary lashes, sighing as you dance your tongue in circles over his head.
“My pretty boy, all mine…” You mutter taking him into your tight wet mouth again, as he groans, tightening his fingers in your hair and pulling you down on his cock. You swear you hear him whisper yours. You bring your free hand to stroke what doesn’t fit into your mouth, all of his cock feels raw and tender, aching to release and pent up with how good he's feeling. All from you…It’s a bit of a headrush to be honest.
Leon was trying his best to maintain composure but the way you were stroking and sucking him with that delicate mouth non-stop, he could barely catch a breath between his shameful moans and whimpers. The edge drawing him in closer with every pant.
You give him a break pulling your lips off him with a pop. “How are you feeling baby?” You gently probe him, hands rubbing up and down his thighs softly. Unsure to how close he really is or if he’d prefer you elsewhere. Watching him blink a few times and meet your gaze brought that heady feeling to your chest again.
“I’m good, s’good…so good.” He swallowed, brain lagging with labored breaths just staring at you between his legs, with softly fluttering lashes.
“Do you...” Suddenly embarrassed as to how to ask him, you stutter around the question.
“Sorry ahem- Do you want to cum in my mouth or elsewhere?” You attempt to sound seductive despite your awkwardness, thinking you succeeded when the corner of his lips twitched up in a smile, a bit of confidence retained in his dashing complexion.
“In your mouth is good, wherever you want the most really-” You cut him off, slipping your fingers teasingly across his cock watching it twitch.
“No, I wanna do what you want Leon, however you want me.” His expression is adorably confused, almost surprised you wanted to give him an ounce of adoration in the way he always is with you. It's not like you're not getting a kick out of it either, your panties were practically soaked all because of him.
“I wanna treat you how you're always treating me with such care…” You lean forward and skirt away from his cock still twitching, to kiss his sharp hip bone. “Mm pampering me...” You blow a hot breath against his dick, before ghosting your lips over his shaft and sucking a mark on his other hip bone. “Worshiping me even…” you flit your eyes up to him again, an intense look of pure lust with those glassy almost puppy dog eyes.
“I can’t help but want to return the favor.” He turned to rest his cheek against his shoulder, before lolling his head back with a strained sigh. The muscular tendons in his neck and collarbones accentuated with the slight sheen of sweat on his skin.
“Shit...Ok-okay in your mouth, please.” He wasn’t afraid to hide the desperation from you anymore, not when he could tell you were getting off on this too. And when he could see your teary eyes, rosy lips, and feel your knees twitching and shifting by his calves while you were muffled on his cock. The thought was potent to him.
You whisper soft praises before your lips are wrapped around his cock in a heavenly suction once again. Tonguing his glans and glossing your lips over every sweet spot, until all that was left of Leon was a begging whimpering mess melting into the granite countertop. The harsh grip on your scalp and how he unsuccessfully attempted to be careful when pulling you onto his swelling cock was a bit uncomfortable but all worth it for the golden felicitous sounds spewing out of his raw bitten lips. You could feel his cock twitch and jump against your flattened tongue, edging closer and closer to the brink.
“M’close please, I need you to-” He could barely speak between his escalating moans, pre cum oozing from his cock before your heated tongue swiped it away from his sensitive slit. Humming in consolation, he almost yelled at the pleasurable feeling, crying out around groans as his hips bucked up desperately into your mouth.
“Fuck m’gonna cum-” His voice wavered, with every delicious swirl of your tongue and hollowed cheeks. You hummed again trying to coax his release from him, tug him over the edge that last little bit and it worked. With a whiny shout of your name his searing cock spasmed on your laving tongue, ropes of hot cum shot down your throat soothing the sore muscles. His climax felt like a lavish prize. You understood that desire Leon felt when dominating now. And it was more than addicting.
It almost felt like it wouldn’t stop with every twitch another bit of cum spurt from him, his mantra of tender moans rung in your ears, while his rippling muscles strained with you milking everything, he had from him. But God was it a beautiful sight.
Enough time had passed the sun wasn’t a harsh golden, instead a lax cosmic yellow hue, enough to see the dust floating in the air, the sheen of his sweat slicked bangs and scrunched eyes blonding eyelashes resting on his cheekbones. His heaving chest littered with soft pink marks from you across his pecs, sweat trickled down his midriff, and his cock twitched softly; glistening with your spit; still flushed but deflating and no longer angry with need. You smile, pleased with yourself and the desired sight of your boyfriend in the afterglow. Being the one giving, you were finally in a decent headspace to appreciate how handsome he truly is.
Rising from your sore knees shakily, his hands sliding to your shoulders to help you brace yourself on the way up. A small but appreciated gesture. You press your body against his gently rubbing your hands over his heated skin, idly tracing the scars and fading bruises that remind you of his demanding job. You try not to worry about the thought of being out of his arms and enjoy the intimate moment with him. Cradling your fingers through his scalp and humming softly while he catches his breath, you do your best to give him some aftercare and time to come down. Watching his senses reboot back to normal first his eyes fluttering open and then his hands gliding over your body to ground himself. You can feel his pulse thrum to a normal beat eventually and he grunts ready to separate and you make space for him to push himself off the counter with a hiss. He turns around holding his shirt up.
“How bad is it?” You wince with a chuckle at the deep red indent of where the counter dug into his back.
“Pretty bad, sorry maybe I should've moved you somewhere more comfortable.” You admit, he takes the time to stretch, and you can’t help the treacherous heat creep across you again at his taut abs and slutty waist.
“I see that look you're giving me...” He teases voice rough from overuse, “But I’m spent.” A sly smile on his face as he pulls his shirt down. You brush his bangs into place the best you can, admiring his honesty. His eager to please attitude usually had him overworking himself. You were glad he was truthful with you, and glad you’d satisfied him.
“Yeah? Did I ring you dry?” You mock in feign surprise. He scoffs, pulling your hips towards him, you throw your arms over his shoulder tangling your fingers through his sweaty hair. His rubbing gentle circles onto your waist brought a warmth to your cheeks, a tranquil warmth this time. “Yes, you did that damn mouth of yours.”
Soft laughter fills the room, as you gently cup his jaw thumb stroking his cheek. You lean in sighing pleasantly into the kiss you shared, passionate and tender as Leon swiped his tongue trying to taste more of you. You pull away chastising. “I love you Leon but we both desperately need a shower before we go for round two.” You chuckle. He litters a few kisses across your cheek before nodding his head. “I love you too, and yeah a shower was what I had in mind.” He kisses you one last time. “Being covered in my cum is something I like seeing on you more than me.” “Hardy Har, now you understand how I feel.” He rolls his eyes; you giggle softly, and his smile widens. “Bath or Shower?” He asks you. “If you're up to it maybe both?” “Sounds good to me.”
You both turn to the stove and remember why you're still in the kitchen.
“Oh shit breakfast…”
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