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The gentle swoosh of windshield wipers washed away the pouring rain pelting down on Leon’s car. He held a firm grip on the wheel; even after all these years, he had to be cautious of his less refined driving skills. But on the highway at night, he allowed himself to ease up a little with hardly any turns to make. He rolled down the window and let the cool night breeze brush through his hair, letting anyone who happened to pass his car hear the loud 80’s rock he left on the radio.
A couple of hours had passed as he made his commute back home from his latest mission. It had been a surprise, as many often become. Seasoned by the tireless, unpredictable line of work, he had grown accustomed to packing up and flying away in a heartbeat to wherever the agency needed him. This time, it was another outbreak in China; the mission had left him worn and beaten. He’d even collected a few new scars. One of which made him wince in pain when he paid too much attention to it. He was a one-man army, coming out alive every time.
In a strange way, the D.S.O. became the people he knew the closest. No parents, no drinking buddies, especially knowing Chris wasn’t a huge fan of his habit these days. Past relationships were reminders of his inadequacies, and it’s not like he could hold a close relationship during such uncertain times until now.
You had come into his life, Leon wasn’t sure how, but you were able to see past his uncompromising line of work and love him for him, not for his abilities or services, as the agency had so often needed from him. It was you whom he was actually excited to drive home to, as the lyrics on the radio slowly twisted to be all about you. The usual jaded feeling he would have on these drives had now become an overwhelming eagerness to get back to something simpler.
Despite his motivation, he felt a little scared. This was the first serious mission like this he actually had to be sent away for during your relationship. Despite telling him you didn’t mind him being away for a little while, Leon worried you’d realize this wasn’t for you, and that anyone would want a steadier guy to have around. Besides, he thought of himself as a mess, a sarcastic and dry personality that his good looks couldn’t make up for. He shook off the anxieties for now and exited home.
It was 10 PM, but knowing you, you were probably still awake watching TV. Regardless, Leon opened the front door quietly and tossed his keys on the counter with a soft clink. It was dark in the living room, and the rain still pattered on outside. His eyes darted eagerly around the space, but you weren’t there.
Something led his feet towards the vast window by the kitchen. It was the only illumination in the room, filled by streetlights and the gentle twinkle of cars zooming past. From their penthouse so high up, the world seemed so far away, just a distant glimmer in Leon’s eyes through the raindrops trickling down.
He sighed and leaned in, his forehead almost touching the cold glass. After a few moments, his trained ears caught movement from the bedroom. His eyes widened, and he straightened out his back, trying not to look too brooding for you.
He smiled, letting you sneak up on him and encircle your arms around his waist, holding close the fabric of his soaked leather jacket. As you hugged him from behind, he let out a soft sigh and swiveled around wearily. All at once, he embraced you softly, yet almost mercilessly. Even so, it was not at all unwelcome after the many days spent alone.
No words were spoken for a moment until you broke the tender silence.
“I missed you.” The three words were simple, your tone lighthearted, yet held an awareness of his previous, grueling situation.
He didn’t speak for a moment, lost in the smell of the top of your head as he held you in his arms. You and the house were so warm, he had to just drink it all in and let it seep into his bones for a moment. It was like a dream.
“There was hardly a moment I didn’t think of you, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, which turned into a lingering one to his cold lips, filled with all his longing. Your hands moved to the inside of his jacket now, feeling the warm shirt beneath. When he finally breaks away from your mouth, you ask,
“I wasn’t a distraction, was I?”
Leon sensed the worry in your tone. He moved his hands to your shoulders and looked in your eyes.
“No, no. Not at all. I could perform my duties just fine. If anything, you were a motivation.” He hugged you again. “Something to come back to after that trainwreck... I didn’t know I needed something like that.”
You nodded and let him hold you for a little more before pulling away.
“Let’s get you out of these old clothes, then. You smell like a gas station.”
Leon smirked at that, as if stamping out the serious nature of the conversation.
“I mean it.” You take his hand and lead him to the bathroom, where he promptly removes his jacket and hands it to you. “A wet gas station.”
His smirk remained on you, though something in his eyes felt darker, deeper. You could barely make it out in the low light.
“You freshen up, and I’ll make us a midnight snack, okay? You deserve a cozy night after what you’ve been through.”
Leon sees the earnestness in your words; he searches your eyes for a moment as he stands there on the bathroom tile, looking for any doubt or hidden disappointment, but he finds none. It seems things have gone back to normal on their own, only with you being understandably more attentive and nurturing. He liked that about you. You didn’t make a big deal out of his odd life; you just accepted it and focused on the here and now.
“...Will do.” He gives a tired smile and begins removing his clothing.
You were about to leave and offer him privacy when you catch a glimpse of red giving way from under his white shirt, to which you pause and come closer to kneel before his navel. Just when he thought he’d get away scot-free, you notice it.
Was this... blood?
Your movement made him swiftly press a palm over the bandages, as if to hide his wound.
“Honey-” He winces in pain from his hand pressed so closely to the injury.
You move his hand, and he hesitantly gives way to let you see.
His skin had always been littered with small scars, places where he had almost been caught but had been able to artfully dodge, but every here and there, there were some bigger markings. This bloody wound, puncturing the right side of his body, was going to be another.
Through the bandages, it was abundantly clear that this was going to be a deep one.
“This doesn’t look good at all... were you hurting this whole time? They let you fly home like this?” Your tone was almost interrogative.
“I patched it up fine after it happened... please don’t worry.”
You look up at him from your knees, concern evident in your gaze. Leon sighs and bobs his head down, defeated.
“They just grazed me. The guy couldn’t land a stab on any of my vital organs. Still hurt like a bitch, though.”
Leon slowly removes the bandages as you stand back up and watch, your fingers pressed to your lip in hesitation.
“Look, it’s nearly healed, see?” He gestures to the swollen and stitched-together place on his skin, the unraveled bandages freeing the area. He pauses before sighing, silently acknowledging how bad it still looks, although closed up.
“...I didn’t want you to worry... I don’t want to be someone you have to worry about.”
Tearing your gaze from his side, you place a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.
“Leon, of course I’ll worry if you get hurt. I love you. But you shouldn't feel like you’re a burden on my mind. I want you to be honest with me, no matter how troubling the situation is.”
“This is hardly the most troubling thing that’s happened to me.”
He quickly shut his mouth, realizing it would only worry you more. He wraps the bandage over himself again.
“Is this how things are gonna be? I come home every mission, and you have another wound to tend to? You don’t need to...”
You hold both his hands in yours, your eyes pleading with his.
“I want to. I want you, no matter what it takes or how many wounds you bring home. I’ll kiss every scar you have to show you I care. I won’t get sick of you.”
Leon tightened the fists at his sides in pain and relaxed them again, dropping his head. You seemed to tack down all his worries like the wings of a butterfly, like you already knew how to dissect his anxiety and offer the words he needed to hear but resisted listening to. The reassurance you gave was relentlessly loving- Not to mention the thought of your lips on the scars scattered across his body seemed to disarm him completely.
“Alright... I’ll try not to worry about you worrying about me.” The side of his mouth curved upwards, his teeth peeking out in an exhausted grin. “It’s gonna be hard.”
“We can work on it. Just at least tell me, don’t hide. Now... that won’t hurt too much in the shower, will it?”
“It won’t.” Leon catches your gaze and corrects himself. “-I mean... It will, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“If you say so.”
You give him a reassuring rub on the shoulder and leave him to have a little privacy, though if the circumstances were different, he’d want you in there with him. Any time alone from you for so long would leave Leon hungry to make up for lost time. However, the stream of blood coming through his stitches as he washed up is hardly what he would deem sexy.
After some time, Leon comes padding out of the bathroom in sweatpants and a cozy black V-neck he refuses to retire, the fabric now thin and softened from overuse. His face was left a little scruffy, as he didn’t have the energy to shave. You secretly liked it.
Leon had somehow let you apply fresh bandages to his stomach wound with gentle care, then head to the couch with a smile and the smell of food cooking in the oven in the late hour. Gliding over to sit next to him under the blankets, you hand him a bowl of mac and cheese, the good shell kind you know he likes but rarely indulges in. The music video channel plays softly on the TV in front of them.
“It’s good to be back with you.” He says while chewing.
It appears his worries had faded away with exhaustion. Leon was left with a grateful and mushy expression. He gave a warm, loving kiss to you again, like he was trying to refrain from smothering you too much in a tired haze. Now that he was home, he finally had the chance to put down his tough front and melt into your arms. He even forgot how badly he had wanted a cold whiskey in his hand to numb the pain. For a while, you eased it just by being cuddled close to him. The big, hardened police dog had now become a soft, domestic puppy at your side.
“It’s good to have you back,” you replied. It was clear the mission had taken a toll on him, so you decided not to press further on the events. He was here, he was alive, and although he could handle himself well, you both felt these moments were necessary, and they were.
After a bit of each other's company by the TV, you took notice of how Leon’s eyes seemed to slide closed now and again. His soft, warm chest rose and fell with every sleepy breath. You decided to turn off the TV and help him up to bed as he clutched his side with every step.
The bed let out a soft creak as his body sank into the mattress. He seemed half-conscious, well overdue on some quality sleep. You shut the door and crawled quietly under the covers. His eyes squinted for a moment, searching for your face in the dark once more, but quickly finding it when you place soft kisses on his cheeks and forehead. He hums quietly in appreciation. His worn fingers pull you close, flush against his warm body, against a shirt so soft. His heartbeat thumps softly against your back, and his large arms wrap around you possessively in a position that places no pressure on his injury but still allows him to cling to the one he missed so dearly. The two night owls slip into a deep slumber, no words needed in the last traces of the quiet moment.
The next day was spent casually. You let Leon sleep into the late hours of the day, knowing he needed it terribly. He awoke alone in bed, looking at the clock and sighing groggily. 7 PM. Jesus Christ. He thought. He had been in bed all day, sleeping on and off in a daze. He seemed to remember you checking up on him a few times through the day, giving him food and water, though he could hardly remember.
It took him a moment to rub his eyes and gauge his surroundings. The soft, plush bed underneath him contrasts with the cold autumn light seeping in from the cracks of the blinds. He pushed the blanket off him and looked down at his curled side. The ache seemed better than before, but it looked like downing some painkillers was the smart idea for today.
He emerged from the bedroom and came over to you, folding clothes in the laundry room. Although he was quicker than most to recover, it didn’t mean his bones were devoid of an ache he tried to hide.
“Good evening, sleepyhead. How are you feeling?” You set the last piece of laundry down and hugged him. He shook his head and smiled.
“Evening indeed. I had no idea how much sleep I needed. I feel like a lazy dirtbag, but better.”
You let your hands glide over his stomach, and they stopped at where his hurt was. He catches your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your knuckle whilst rubbing your waist.
“I’m fine, really. Now that I’m awake, I can finally show you how much I missed you. Let me make up for lost time, yeah?”
Your hand sinks, and he captures your lips in a hungry kiss, picking you up and sitting you down against the rumbling dryer. That had to have hurt, but you’re utterly lost for a moment until you stop him.
“-wait, I don’t want you to get all worked up if you’re in pain. You really don’t need to be spending any energy right now.”
Leon can’t help himself; his head is still nuzzled into your neck, but he ceases all kisses when you pull away from his parted lips again.
“I need to make it up to you, though...” His head comes up, and his pale blue eyes look almost woeful.
“No, you don’t owe me a thing. It should be me taking care of you, you know.” You smile and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “That mission seemed so rough on you...”
“You want to take care of me?” He closes his eyes and smiles, the idea seeming so foreign to him, like a joke. “Honey, you really don’t need to do any more for me.”
“It’s not about what I don’t need to do, it’s what I want to do. I want to make you feel good.”
Leon seems lost. He can’t deny the idea is incredibly enticing, but in his mind, it was others he should be serving, not him. It was hardwired into his brain to the point that it applied in bed. Sometimes he felt as though he were just a weapon for others to wield, or a savior who could come through without faltering. But you, you seemed to want none of this from him. It was so confusing. If not for these things, what could you possibly want from him?
“You’re not just saying that ‘cause I’m a desperate wreck right now?” He says wryly.
You grip his shoulders tightly and give them a light shake.
“No. Don’t you dare. You were out helping people.”
“...I could help you out, too.”
“Leon, you’re driving me crazy. Let me in, stop pushing away. let me make love to you. I don’t need you to worry about a thing except how good it’ll feel when you let go after so long untouched.”
His eyes widen and dart away instantaneously. Your bluntness nearly had him sucking in a gasp. Usually, it was he being flirty, but this was a pleasant turn of events.
“I am worrying, aren’t I?”
“Yes, silly. Let me tell you something you need to remember.”
Leon leans in to listen, his face dusted lightly in pink.
“You don’t need to do a thing to get me excited. It would make me happier than ever if you just lay in bed and took all I have to give.” You smile widely. “Plus, there’s no way I’m letting you overwork yourself with that hole in your side.”
“That’s what turns you on?? Just... completely spoiling me?”
“Absolutely, more than anything else.”
His brow curved, giving way to an almost puzzled expression.
“You really want me to just lie there and take it?”
“Yes.”
The look in your eyes was filled with so much intent. There, in his imagination, he could see himself in your surrender, with you in control of his pleasure entirely. It made his heart thump louder in his chest. His untapped desire is revealing itself because of you. He let you hop off the dryer as he looked to the ground for a moment. They really mean that. The smaller figure in front of him wanted nothing more than to pamper him after so long he’d been doing so for others. He’d be a fool to turn down what he needed most.
“If that’s what you really want, then please... do that.”
Leon sheepishly propped himself up with his elbows on the bed, not knowing what exactly to do with his body as you made your moves to prepare the room around them. The only light was a candle, and the curtains were closed.
You approached the bed, crawling languidly over his body.
“Lay back against the pillow, okay?”
He obliged with a dreamy smile, his arms at his sides in submission as his head sank into the fabric and his fingers felt your skin. The kiss you shared started tame, but quickly grew deeper and deeper, your tongue seeking entrance to his eager mouth.
He murmured into your mouth, something dazed and happy as you grabbed the back of his hair to amplify the kiss. He missed you so much, and he wasn’t afraid to show it this way. His whiskered chin scuffed against yours, the feeling leaving a shiver down your spine. His hands found their way to your waist in no time for something to hold on to as you struggled not to sit on his bandages.
When you finally came up for air, both your chests heaved in excitement. His expression was one of utter adoration and wonder, which only made you want to kiss him again, this time on his neck, then his collarbone, then finding your way to the little scars that were speckled across his chest- all a bit too quick, you found it in yourself to slow down for his sake. Leon held your back and let out soft noises of pleasure.
“Aww... You really weren’t kidding about the scar thing.”
“Of course not.”
“You don’t think they’re ugly? I mean... there’s hardly a place on me that hasn’t been damaged.”
“Not at all, not at all. I love every one of them. Watch me kiss each one.”
You move lower to kiss the lighter scrapes on his skin, even finding larger discolored areas across his muscled chest that seemed to flex and relax at the motion of your lips.
“That...that’s good.” He puffs. “Please, keep going.”
His hips tilt up encouragingly, so you sink lower and grin, rubbing and massaging his open thighs through his pants. The action makes him let out hot breaths as he reaches for the drawstrings of his pants. Once they’re untied, you slip them off him in one motion and let your hands catch his legs. As you spread them open, you gaze at his expression, he’s laid out before you like a grand feast, and you wonder if he even knows it.
Your hands travel from the hair on his chest to the trail of hair below, and soon to the waistband of his boxers, the fabric having by now become tented with anticipation.
He nods, watching you, unable to hide his enthusiasm. The reins are yours completely, so you massage the tender flesh of his inner thighs and press kisses to his bulge. Leon pulls in a sharp breath, and at once, a soothing hand is placed on his stomach.
“Do you like it this way?”
“Yes,” He chuckles and rubs his forehead nervously. “I didn’t know I wanted to be uh…”
He gestures with his hand awkwardly. “Submissive?”
“You didn’t?”
“Well, maybe I did.”
“You should have told me about it.”
“It’s... a recurring fantasy. What you were describing earlier... and I guess doing now.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
You continue to lavish his lower body in kisses and soft nibbles, which makes it harder and harder for him to say anything else. Your hands find themselves rubbing his thinly clothed dick, the cotton fabric of the boxers straining against your palm, growing damp with arousal. Letting a small moan slip, he utters a few more mumbles.
“This... oh...”
“Hm?” You cease your hand for a moment and look down at his flushed face.
“I’m yours, I’m all yours. Please, please keep going.”
There it was, so quickly. It was clear as day that he just wanted to be loved and adored, though it was so hard for him to admit. His eyes looked up at yours with a pleading expression, enraptured by the sight of you and the feel of your hands removing the last piece of clothing.
As your hand wraps around his dick, suddenly, he flexes without control. The muscles of his navel grow taut. He lets out a sharp hiss of pain through his teeth. The excitement had gotten to him so much that he forgot his wound entirely.
“Oh- god. Are you alright? Maybe this is a bad idea...” You rescind quickly.
Leon grasps his bandaged side for a moment and lets go.
“-No, no. I can’t tell you how much I love this. I love you doing this to me. I-I think it was just when I strained too hard.”
You sigh.
“This is only possible if you relax, then.”
“I honestly might cum too fast if I don’t hold back at least a little.”
You twitch and try to hide a smile. The thought of him helplessly trying to hold back does something insane to you, but that’s for another time.
“You holding back and tensing up is what makes it hurt. There’s no way I’m letting that happen.”
“It’s so worth it, though.” He sighs out and smiles, his lips pursed and grinning as he leans back, the underside of his jaw tilting backwards.
“No, it’s not. The whole point of this is that I’m making you feel good, and you get to relax and feel cared for. Wouldn’t it be nice to just sit back...”
You begin caressing his legs again, your voice dropping quieter.
“...and let me handle everything for once? Let me speed up and slow down, knowing just when you’re about to go crazy. You don’t have to think a single thing, just let your mind go completely.”
Leon blinked through the messy blonde hair curtaining his lashes, the idea dawning on him.
“Fuck, yes.”
His body melted, His once flexed abs became a softer landscape, and the warm flesh of his legs opened for you to surrender his aching arousal standing tall in the cool air, begging to be captured by your warm mouth.
“I won’t think, I won’t worry. I’ll just be here and let you love me, then. I promise. I should know I’m in the best hands, shouldn’t I?”
“You are.” You smiled and leaned in closer to kiss him, before returning to position. Your lips hover over his cockhead, a centimeter away. You pause and look up to meet the gaze that has never left yours, then you sink your wet mouth over him.
“Ahhh yeah...” His head falls back again.
Leon just breathes as you suck on him with slow yet palpable intensity. Every lick and suction of your lips has him there panting slowly. The best part is how vocal he was. It seemed like your idea of him relaxing entirely went to heart. Not a single soft, low moan left the threshold of his vocal cords.
You place your hand at the base of his cock and look up at him, your face still stuffed with his length. You look up, casting your attention to his face as you work.
The back of his hand is placed over his red forehead almost shyly. Controlled puffs of air escape his lips. The sight of the older, disheveled man becoming even more disheveled in your grasp made you shudder and hum in pleasure.
“God...oh...honey...” He whimpers. “You’re getting off to this, too?”
“I told you.” Your mouth unlatches from his dick for just a moment to speak before devouring it again.
“I’m the luckiest man alive.”
“Shhhhh, relax.”
“I love you.” He whispers.
“I love you too. Does it still hurt?”
“No, but I’m getting really close...”
It was true, he was throbbing in your hand, his legs shuddering and shaking around you.
“Do you want to cum right now?”
“YES... wait, no.” He moans. “Not yet.”
He hadn’t had that kind of relief in so long. It was so hard for him to relax. Besides, he was getting old. His body doesn’t serve him as well as it used to. Leon knew that he wanted to wait for you, your touch, how sensitive and alive he would feel, and here it is.
You stroke him slowly, almost agonizingly slow. Leon stifles a whimper and pushes his hair back to see the view as he’s being edged. The pleasure was now just a low hum in his body until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ah, please.”
You pause for a moment, then ease your warm mouth over him again. All at once, he lets out a choked sob as his dick is let in again.
“Please... please...”
Finally, his eyes roll back as he can’t help but spill into your welcoming mouth. Though he is careful not to strain and let his body lock up. Instead, his abdomen rises and falls heavily, speckled with sweat as he controls his breathing and holds nothing back. A low, deep groan escapes him when he’s finally finished.
You release him and lick your lips, coming up to hold and kiss him.
“I’ve got you, shhh...”
Leon doesn’t say anything for a moment, just tucks his head into the nape of your neck deeply as he strokes your hair.
“Thank you.” He comes up and looks into your eyes, wiping off your lip and tucking a tuft of hair behind your ear. “Not just for this, for everything.”
“No need, but you’re welcome. I’m glad to have you back.”
“God, you’re too sweet. I don’t deserve it.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No…”
“Do you need me to do it again or something?”
“Oh god, let these old bones rest.” He chuckles and rubs your cheek. “Cuddles are enough for me. That’s what I really missed. Holding you… in an actual bed.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” You say, wiping him off carefully and crawling back into his arms to fall asleep and in love all over again.