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"Leon, I know how hard this is. But someone needs to go back to Raccoon City, and you know the place's secrets. I'll forward you the details, but know that you leave in three days."
Leon sighs as he reads the message over and over again, as if he could change its contents with his mind. Tired eyes close tightly, then open again—nope, the message stayed the same. The man tosses his phone to the side, the metal device bouncing across the couch cushions. He leans back into the couch, his muscular arms raising to rest over his eyes.
"Everything okay, Leon?"
Leon's arms lower as he hears your sweet voice approaching. Wearing one of his old T-shirts and some comfortable-looking sweatpants, you looked half-asleep as you make your way towards him. The corners of Leon's lips quirk upwards ever so slightly, and he pats the seat beside him. You sit down beside him, curling up into his side and resting your head on his shoulder. Your fingers intertwine with his calloused ones as you wait for your boyfriend to answer.
"Mm," Leon hums softly as he relishes in your touch. "Got a mission. Gonna have to leave in a few days." You frown.
"How long?"
"Not sure."
"Can you tell me where you're going?"
You have been dating Leon for a few years now, and you were given a shortened explanation of what his work consisted of, but that also meant that you knew that he had to keep certain things confidential. Not because he didn't trust you, but because there were powerful people involved in his line of work. Still, it didn't hurt to ask how much Leon could divulge.
There's a hesitation before Leon replies. "Raccoon City."
You pause your ministrations, tensing in Leon's hold at hearing the name of the destroyed city that shook the world. While you were nowhere near the city during its final moments, the news about the apocalyptic-like events and the destruction that followed was known worldwide. After all, you can't really hide nuking an entire city.
You also had brief knowledge about Leon's history with Raccoon City, how he was supposed to join its police department the literal day of the apocalypse, how he managed to survive the onslaught of undead-like beings, how he escaped just before the government decided to decimate the area. You knew that the rest of his life was shaped by the events that happened in that city, and that Leon would have been a completely different man had he never stepped foot in that cursed place.
"How do you feel about it?" you ask after a silent spell, choosing your words carefully. Leon squeezes your shoulders.
"Well," he huffs out a dry laugh. "I feel as okay as anyone can feel, hearing about that place."
You sleepily sit up and swing a leg over his, now straddling his lap. Leon's hands snakes down to your hips, gently rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs. You study his face, frowning whilst he has that tired smile that says, "I know, I know. But there's nothing I can do." A smile of quiet defeat.
Your hands reach up to cup his face, ignoring the stubble he had grown over the last few months. In fact, it looked really good on him, a handsome combination with the age lines that appeared on his skin. Leon hums and leans into your touch; one thing about the man was that, no matter what he went through, he was always craving your touch. You lean in and kiss him, his lips soft against yours and tasting like the black cherry lip balm he had claimed awhile back. One of Leon's hands reaches up to cup your head, gently bringing you impossibly closer to him. He sighs into your mouth, content, before nibbling your bottom lip.
And of course, you indulge him. The moment your lips part, he's snaking his tongue inside. First it's the tip, slowly poking through when he feels your own tongue. Leon only pushes further when he feels your tongue twisting around his, a silent permission to keep going. Your make out session becomes sloppier and sloppier, and soon you find yourself grinding slowly against his pelvis. Leon groans into your mouth, the vibrations sending a chill that goes straight to your core.
"Sweetheart, you're killin' me," Leon pants against your mouth, gently pushing your hips deeper into his lap—deeper onto his bulge. It makes you groan in return.
"Fuck, Leon," you whine, your thrusts becoming more and more erratic. Your nails dig into his biceps, still huge despite his older age.
You were so thankful Leon never stopped going to the gym, never stopped keeping his body in shape. Constantly able to fold you however he wanted, where he could reach every part of you.
But tonight it seems as though Leon wanted to go slow, to savour you fully. The gentle roll of his hips work in tandem with the way you were grinding down on him, your cunt catching on the front of his pants, a wet stain slowly forming. And it didn't go unnoticed.
"Pretty thing," Leon all but coos, his hands sneaking under your shirt. His cock twitches when he notices you're not wearing a bra; typical for this time of night, but still hot as hell. "Gotta make sure my girl feels good before I leave, hm?"
"Please, Leon. Need you so badly!" You press wet kisses along his neck, impatiently trying to shove his heavy leather jacket off.
"Alright, alright. Be a good girl and lie down," Leon says before flipping you onto your back.
Your back hits the plush couch, hazy eyes watching closely as Leon sits above you. If it weren't for the ex-cop sitting between your thighs, you would have clenched them in anticipation as you watch your man strip himself slowly, teasingly, of his clothes. The heavy leather jacket gets tossed to the side with a loud thud, reminding you of how Leon was willing to wear such a heavy jacket every day, of how strong your boyfriend was.
Though you wanted to see him stripped free from his clothes, you can't help but find the tight shirts he wore to be equally as sexy as him being nude, if not more. The fabric hugged each curve and groove of his pecs and biceps perfectly, and you giggle deliriously as Leon struggled to peel the tight material off of him.
"What're you laughin' about?" he pants with a grin, stopping as he catches you laughing behind the palms of your hands. You shake your head as giggles continue to wrack your body.
"Nothin'," you shake your head. "Just thinking about how my big ol' man insists on wearing such tight clothing."
"I do it 'cause I know a certain someone likes to stare." His smirk widens as you look away, embarrassed.
"Well," you drawl out. "if you think I like it so much, then maybe it should stay on...?" Leon chuckles but complies, bringing his shirt back down. He slides down the couch until his face is between your thighs, the rest of his body slouched off the couch.
"Fine by me, pretty, but for my next trick, I'm gonna need your clothes off." You snort at the man's cheesy line, but lift your hips so he could easily slide your pants off.
You pull your shirt off over your head, and Leon groans as your tits become exposed to his gaze, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. Leon really wants to fuck you properly, but he knows what comes first. He lets his gaze fall onto your panties, already forming a wet patch that hides your dripping pussy. He grazes his fingers against your quivering hole, which causes you to flinch and squirm and moan.
"Stay still, princess." Leon holds you down by your hips, arms circling around your thighs as he brings his mouth closer. "Need to have a taste of you."
Suddenly you feel something wet and heavy against your cunt, liquid seeping through the thin fabric. You throw your head back and moan as Leon then pushes your panties to the side to properly eat you out; from languid strokes of his tongue at the base to harsh sucks at your clit paired with little love bites to your inner thighs. Leon throws your legs over his shoulders, strong arms squeezing your thighs around his head.
You look down to watch your boyfriend sucking on your cunt like it was his last meal on Earth, pupils blown as he stares back at you from below. Leon angles his head so the harsh hairs of his growing beard doesn't scratch up your pretty pussy, instead enjoying how your sweet juices drip and stick to his chin.
"Look at you, so wet just from sitting in my lap," he pulls back to tease. "My pretty girl takes care of me so well." He blows gently, the cool air a sharp contrast on your throbbing clit, causing you to buck your hips into his face.
"L-Leon! You're teasing me too much!" you stutter as the coil in your stomach tightens. "Need you so badly, Leon!"
"Cum on my face, angel, you can do it." Leon's lips remain attached to your pussy as each word vibrates against it. His stern command finally snaps your resolve as you let go, vision seeing white and ears ringing as you cum and squirt all over Leon's face.
You continue to pant and whine lightly as Leon keeps the pad of his right thumb on your clit, slowly drawing circles over the sensitive bud. His left hand is busy catching the beads of squirt that roll off the lower half of his rugged face before sucking the digits clean, eyelids heavy as he groans at your taste. Under the soft light of the living room, you can see your juices sticking onto his bearded chin, and how it even managed to dampen certain parts of his shirt with messy dark splotches. When your gaze catches his, he smiles and leans forward, removing his index and middle fingers from his mouth with a lewd POP sound to gently pry your mouth open.
"Fuck," he curses as you obediently loll your tongue out to receive his gift, immediately closing your kiss-swollen lips around his fingers to taste yourself on him. Your smaller hands grasp his muscled forearm tightly, pulling him into you.
The look you give him as you diligently clean him up is downright seductive. You were like a siren captivating him with your spell, batting your pretty eyelashes, your moans used as your song. Leon removes his other thumb from your clit to hurriedly remove his pants, his calloused hand expertly removing the leather belt and shoving his bottoms down to his knees, too impatient to fully remove them. Your eyes follow the sparse happy trail that leads to a wild bush that sits at the base of his heavy-hanging dick, cunt clenching as Leon squeezes the base. The fat mushroom tip leaks clear pre-cum, the sticky nectar splashing onto your clit and dripping down your holes. You shudder at the sight.
But just as Leon starts lining himself up with your pretty hole, ready to sheathe himself inside you, you push his arm away and mumble a shaky "wait". Your man immediately stops himself and brings his face closer to yours, his expression replaced with worry as he examines you.
"Everything okay, honey?" You nod as you sit up to lean on your elbows, kissing the tip of Leon's nose.
"Yeah, I just, I just wanna try riding you tonight. Please?"
Leon's worried expression melts as you give him the best puppy-eyes you could muster in your post-orgasm state. He nods. "Of course princess, anything you want."
Ever the gentleman, Leon picks you up bridal-style and brings you to your shared bedroom. The couch was a decent spot to suck the soul out through your cunt, but your king-sized bed was a much better choice for any further activities. Leon gently places you on the edge of the bed before climbing in himself. His broad back rests against the headboard as he sits to face you, thick thighs spread wide open, worn hand stroking his twitching hard-on. He smirks.
"Ride for one, cowgirl?"
You don't even have it in you to cringe at that awful one-liner, too focused on clambering into his lap and straddling his hips. Your smaller hand works alongside Leon's larger one as you guide the leaking tip to your dripping pussy, the muscle clenching around nothing in anticipation for what's to come. Pre smears along the outer lips, mixing with your own juices as you start to sink down onto Leon's cock. You gasp as you feel the stretch, the slight pain more pleasurable than not.
You and Leon have fucked many times over the course of your relationship, but there was just something about being on top, letting gravity push you lower and lower on your older boyfriend's cock until he was fully sheathed inside you, your clit kissing his bush and his heavy balls plush against your ass. Tonight was no different, and as you let yourself become accustomed to Leon's thick girth, the man in question lifts his hands to squeeze and rub your thighs and hips, grounding you. The hazy look in his eyes and the lopsided smile he gives you delivers his silent message: "You're doing so good, take all the time you need."
You take a deep breath before rocking your hips, trying to establish a rhythm. It's unsynchronised at first -- it always was. Leon was just so big, and it took every ounce of self control in order for you to not fall apart in his lap. Not that Leon would care, of course. He was always there to collect the pieces, to pick up from where you left off. His thick, calloused fingers press into the underside of your thighs as he helps you bounce up and down on his length, groaning every time your hips kissed his, palming at your skin adoringly.
Eventually you find your rhythm and begin bouncing on Leon's lap with ease, now focused on chasing your high. Leon tilts his head back as your thrusts become faster and faster, a noise that starts as a whimper and ends in a loud groan escaping through his teeth as he shuts his eyes. You slow your hips down, enough only so you can capture his lips in a searing kiss. Your hands cup his face, brushing over the unshaved surface as Leon's tongue pushes against your lips. You let him in, teeth and tongues clashing. When you pull away for air, there's a string of saliva connecting your mouths together.
You sit back and pick up the pace again, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten. Leon's right hand reaches for your clit, thumbing the sensitive nub as he senses your oncoming orgasm. His left hand reaches up to play with your tits, letting the mounds sit heavy in his hands, pinching your nipples between his fingers. The stimulation from your various erogenous zones mixed with Leon's deep voice murmuring sweet nothings have you on cloud nine.
"C'mon, sweetheart, cum for me," Leon watches you through half-lidded eyes, pupils flickering between your cunt leaking all over his fingers and the fucked-out expression on your flushed face. "Cum all over my dick 'nd I'll make sure to fuck a baby deep inside you."
You're mid-bounce when Leon says those words, and suddenly your legs immediately buckle. All you can see are stars behind your eyes as you clench around Leon's cock hard, squirting so messily it drenches the front of his shirt. Leon cusses, but not out of anger. He cusses because your warm pussy cumming around his cock and leaving such a mess has him hurtling towards his own orgasm, the sensation akin to being tossed by Mr. X all those years ago (but more enjoyable). His left arm wraps around your hips, holding you down on his cock as he shoots thick, warm ropes of cum deep into your core, the thumb on your clit still drawing tight circles until you're overstimulated and crying into Leon's shoulder from the pleasure.
"Fuck, Leon..." you all but whine, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, fingers gripping the base of his thick light brown hair. The older man pants heavily, and you feel the warm puffs of air tickle your neck as he nuzzles into you.The noises coming out of Leon's mouth as he empties himself inside you are downright sinful, balls twitching as you milk him.
You can feel Leon's softening cock twitch inside you as his cum leaks out, and as you both come down from your high, your boyfriend wraps his strong arms around you, one around your waist and the other coming up to cradle your head. You sit in each other's embrace in silence, enjoying how safe you make each other feel. It's Leon who breaks the silence first.
"Damn, babe, wasn't expecting you to wash my clothes." You playfully slap Leon's bicep with a groan as he laughs. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
"Of course not," you roll your eyes and tug his fringe. Leon captures your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "Mr. Kennedy and his infamous one-liners."
"Hey, you like it when I use my mouth," Leon teases before pulling you in for a gentle kiss. You hum against his lips, savouring the warmth shared between you two. You pull away, this time wanting to hop off his lap and clean yourself up, but you're stopped as your boyfriend's stronger self keeps you in place. You look at him, and there's a new look in his eyes -- hungry and yearning, but not in the same lustful way as before.
"Stay with me," he says, but the tilt in his voice makes it appear as a question. "Please?"
Ignoring the now-cold stickiness between your thighs, you indulge in Leon's request, falling back into his arms. His biceps tense as they curl around your smaller frame, the muscles pulling against the threads of his now sullied compression shirt. Your head rests in the centre of his chest, and you can faintly hear his heartbeat. Your fingers intertwine with his as he rests his cheek atop your head.
"I meant it," Leon's voice cracks through the silence, deep and heavy. "A baby, that is. Or at least, a family. With you." You stare up to look at Leon, who's looking away from you. The tips of his ears are pink. "I don't want to go back to Raccoon City leaving any regrets."
You gently peel away from your lover's grasp, just enough to face him. Sheepishly he looks back at you, but any signs of embarrassment vanishes once he sees your trembling smile, tears threatening to fall from your pretty lashes.
"Me too," you whisper. "I want a family with you, Leon."
Leon shudders at the adoring tone in your voice and pulls you closer to kiss you for the umpteenth time that night, this kiss softer than all the rest. Even when you finally decide to prepare to sleep, to face the next day together, Leon can barely keep his mouth and hands off of you. He insists on showering with you, even though the stall in your shared apartment is a tight fit for his hulking mass (let alone the both of you), on giving you such gentle aftercare. There's a gentle, non-sexual intimacy in the way he wraps the fluffy bath towel around you before pulling you flush against his naked body covered in worn scars from his many battles. There's a gentleness in the way he helps you complete your nighttime routine, and in the way you include him in it.
There's a gentleness in everything Leon does. The hands that have fought countless beings, wielded dangerous weapons, saved numerous innocents -- tonight, they were all over you. Leon falls asleep nestled in your chest, knowing that when the sun rises tomorrow, you will be the first thing he sees.
You call off work for the next few days, wanting to spend time with your beloved before he's thrown back into the fray. Apart from finalising his affairs for the mission, Leon spends every waking and sleeping moment with you too. And as you wave Leon goodbye on that final day, the silver ring on your wedding finger catches the morning light, like a lighthouse reminding Leon to come back home safely.
To return and fulfil his promise to you.