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After Raccoon City
Leon pressed his flustered face against his pillow. In the warm dark of his bedroom, the rookie laid on his side with his burning cock in his hand. He whimpered under the duvet, his hips twitching in pleasure, as a woman’s velvety voice filled his ears.
“Yes, that’s my good baby,” the voice purred. “You’re my good little boy.”
Her voice poured from the headphones in Leon’s ears. Every word sent the blood rushing down his body, flushing him all over with needy warmth. His phone lay screen-up next to his face, lighting the dark under the blanket, just enough that someone could see his eyes squeezed shut.
“Yes, mommy,” he mumbled against his pillow. “I’m your good boy.”
He moved his hand a little faster, savoring the feeling. The video was a blank black screen, only the audio. Nothing to distract him while his mind ran wild. He imagined a woman’s hands wrapped around him, holding his head close to her chest, cooing over him while he milked himself for her. It made his heart race in his chest.
The woman’s voice was soft and sweet, and punctuated with wet kissing sounds. Leon imagined those lips on his head and face while he stroked himself. The video was saved to a private playlist, right at the top, ready to play every night that Leon struggled to sleep. When the nightmares became too much, when the violence seeped into his skin, it was one thing that helped him recover. On nights when he wanted to be helpless, when he wanted to be weak, he turned off the lights and let a stranger’s voice guide his hands.
“Mommy missed her good boy so much,” the voice cooed. There was a shuffling sound, like blankets moving, so close that Leon could believe he wasn’t alone in the bed. “Here, some head pats for my baby.”
Leon clenched his free arm around his pillow and stroked harder. Fuck, he wanted it so bad. He didn’t want to fight or protect anyone anymore. He wanted to melt into someone stronger than him. He wanted to be a pathetic mess in someone’s bed.
He was getting close. His hands moved faster, his whimpers becoming desperate. The voice was sweet but taunting, almost condescending, and it made him hot all over.
“Mommy…” he whined softly into his pillow. “Mommy…mommy…”
Leon imagined some woman watching him, debasing himself while she idly petted his hair. Like a baby crying in its mother’s arms when it was hungry.
“Come on,” the voice said. “You can’t bury that pretty little face in mommy’s chest forever. Because you’re just mommy’s cute little baby boy.”
“Mommy,” Leon croaked a little louder as he felt it coming. A hot, desperate rush up his body as his hand worked in cock. He bit down on his pillow as his hips twitched into the mattress, stroking and humping into the bedsheets.
“I love holding your head in my hands…seeing how blushy and shy you get from it…” The voice giggled. “See? There it is…my blushy little boy…” Another kiss.
The air under the duvet was hot as an oven. Leon rubbed and stroked himself until it was almost painful, his eyes tearing up and his moans becoming hard to suppress.
“Yes, mommy…” he whimpered. “Yes mommy…I’m your good boy…I’m such a good boy for you…please mommy let me—”
“Leon?”
Another female voice suddenly caught his ear. Not the one sweetly cooing in his ear, but one that sounded tired and a little confused. Leon quickly ripped his hands from his cock and glanced over his shoulder towards the bedroom door. The blanket fell from his face and his heart dropped.
“Claire!” he yelped. He quickly paused the video and pulled out his earbuds. Thank god he had the duvet up to his chest, so she couldn’t see the leaking member between his legs.
Leon had been staying at Claire's place in the weeks since Raccoon City while he made plans for what to do next—since being an officer for the RPD was decidedly off the table—and helping her find a new home for Sherry Birkin. Now, Claire was standing in his doorway in her pajamas, looking like she was just woken up.
She gave him a weird look.
“Is someone…in here with you?”
Leon swallowed and shifted uncomfortably in bed.
“No,” he said. “What makes you think that?”
“I heard a woman’s voice in here,” Claire said. “It sounded like someone talking to a baby?”
Leon’s stomach dropped.
“I think you’re just hearing things, Claire,” he said. “Maybe you should go back to bed and get some sleep.”
“I was sleeping, until I started hearing you from down the hall.”
“No, I was just…I couldn’t sleep so I was scrolling on my phone.”
He kept his phone’s screen away from Claire and tried to set it facedown on his bedside table. Claire pointed to her ear.
“Leon,” she said. “Your…”
Leon touched his ear, then glanced down at his earbuds. He felt his heart drop hard and fast into his stomach. He forgot to plug the earbuds into his phone. And the video was set to full volume.
Leon looked at Claire, then his phone, then Claire again. His face turned even redder and hotter than it already was.
“I…” he said. “I, uh…”
Claire gave him a strange but sympathetic look.
“Just keep your earbuds in,” she said. “Sherry is sleeping right down the hall.”
“Yeah…yeah, of course, yeah.”
Claire gave him one more look before shutting the door and disappearing down the hallway. Leon, cursing himself, plugged in his earbuds and lowered the volume on the video. He finished what he started, clamping a hand over his mouth.
~
After Spain
Leon couldn’t sleep the first night after they left the mountains. After treading water on the ocean for hours, he managed to get Ashley back to civilization following the destruction of Los Illumindos. He alerted Hunnigran, and within hours more Leon and the president’s daughter were escorted to a hotel with several security guards sent by the Spanish government. Ashley was given her own room, with a host of bodyguards, giving Leon a chance to get some sleep.
But despite having a luxury hotel room to himself, paid for by the president himself, Leon couldn’t sleep. His mind kept replaying all the things that happened. The infected villagers, Ashley’s face when Las Plagas made her speak, Luis’s face as he bled out on the ground. So much blood, so much carnage.
Leon knew what awaited him when he returned home to the States. Praise from the highest levels of government, being hailed as a hero for saving Ashley Graham. He has single-handedly taken down an entire cult on his own. It was a feat of heroism that only the grittiest could achieve.
But at that moment, lying on an oversized bed with the door locked, Leon didn’t feel heroic. He felt sick to his stomach, trembling all over. All of Krauser’s training about remaining as unshakeable as a stone was starting to falter. He didn’t want to be a hero anymore. He didn’t want to be responsible for anything. He wanted to collapse into someone else. His pieces were starting to fall, and he wanted someone else to put them back together.
But he was alone. And he could only think of one thing to help.
He found his phone and pulled up the YouTube app. He found the playlist, one he hadn’t touched in a while, and found the video was still there. His favorite one since his police training days, the one he repeated on a cycle in the days following Raccoon City. It managed to help him then, maybe it could help him now.
Leon dug out some earbuds from his travel bag and made himself comfortable under the duvet. He made sure the earbuds were securely pulled into his phone. Once after Raccoon City, Leon had been caught listening to this by Claire Redfield. But now, he was all alone in a hotel room with thick walls and a locked door with a “Do Not Disturb” sign hanging from the knob. He could raise the volume as loud as he wanted, no one around to hear.
Leon lay on his back this time. He clicked play on the video and laid his phone screen up next to his head. He closed his eyes and sighed, allowing his body to sink into the soft mattress. It started with a soft sound of a woman sighing, followed by a kiss. Then, he heard that familiar female voice crawl into his ear.
“Hi there, my baby boy,” the voice purred. “Mommy missed her good boy so much.”
Immediately, Leon’s whole body flushed warm. His cock began to harden even as the rest of him seemed to melt. He unclipped his belt and slid his hands down the front of his tactical pants and rubbed at himself. The voice smacked thick kisses against his ears.
“What are you waiting for, cutie?” she giggled. “Come snuggle into mommy’s chest.”
She felt so close, Leon practically felt the arm breath on his ears and neck. He whimpered a little in his throat. It was getting hot under the duvet and he felt like a child who’d been swaddled. He needed to. The events of the past few days were disappearing rapidly into the distance and he had no intent of going back.
“That’s it…” the voice whispered. "That's my good boy…Mommy promises everything is going to be okay…”
Leon was turning red under the covers. He pushed his hand up and down his cock, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. In the dark, he could imagine a woman’s body pressed against his. Holding him close to her chest, fingers in his hair, her warm flesh protecting him. He almost forgot what it was like to feel small and helpless, and now he could remember just how addictive it was.
“Yes, mommy…” he mumbled. “I’m your good boy…”
This was the side of him he dared not show to anymore. Not to Ashley, not the President, not to anyone. His job wasn’t to be weak, but alone in this hotel room, under this blanket in this bed, he could let himself shrink and melt.
“That’s right…cuddle close to mommy’s chest…because you’re her perfect little baby boy…”
Her voice dripped like she was pouting her lips. Leon’s cock pulsed against the sound of it. He nearly bit down on the duvet, his hips twitching against the push of blood that flushed down his body. He wanted to collapse. He wanted to be reduced to a puddle.
Then, a thought crept into Leon’s milky head. The sudden thought that he was not alone in the room. He tried to ignore it, but his fighter instinct was setting off an alarm until he couldn’t understand what the video was saying.
Leon ripped the duvet down from his face and glanced around. The hotel room looked the same as it had when he arrived. The oily sconces on the wall made the room slightly gold and a cool Spanish breeze brushed through the window to bristle the curtains. Everything was quiet, everything was still, no noise except the video still playing in his ears.
Wait…he didn’t open the window—
“Am I interrupting?”
Leon snapped his head in the other direction. In the corner of the room close to the door was that pair of leather boots and red sweater dress he recognized too quickly. Leon froze for a moment, then quickly paused the video and pulled his earbuds.
“Ada,” he said.
How the fuck did she get in? Was he really so distracted he didn’t hear the window break open until she was inside? Under the blanket, he quickly pulled up his pants and clipped his belt. Ada leaned against the corner wall with her arms crossed, a light grin on her face.
“Please, don’t let me stop you,” she said. “Feel free to continue.”
Leon flushed red and clenched his teeth. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.
“How the hell did you get in?” he said.
“Surprisingly easy,” she said. She uncrossed her arms and stepped away from the walls. “Tell the president he needs to pick better hotels for his lap dogs. You’re lucky Ashley has all those guards. The security system in this place is amateur.”
Her heels clicked against the floor as she sauntered closer to the bed. Her eyes flicked down to Leon’s phone. Before Leon could even brace himself to stop her, she snatched up the phone and looked at the screen. Leon’s heart jolted into his stomach.
“Ada!” he snapped.
He rushed over to grab his phone, but Ada moved before he could take it. Her eyes scanned giddily over the screen. It was a YouTube video, one that had been liked and saved to a playlist. Her eyes caught the name of the channel first.
“Mommy ASMR,” she read. “Now what is this?”
“Ada, give it back.”
Ada moved away from him before he could grab her, all the while she read off the title of the video.
“‘Mommy Praises Her Baby Boy,’” Ada read off the screen. “F-for-M, good boy, baby talk, headpats…”
She laughed with each descriptor. Leon’s face turned bright red. He wanted to snatch the phone and tell her to fuck off. But he found himself frozen in place, only able to blush and pout. Ada eventually stopped laughing and gave him a glinting look.
“When I heard you jerking off, I thought you were just watching normal porn,” she said. She looked at the phone. “I had no idea your tastes were so…adorable.”
She savored that last word and Leon’s traitorous body shivered at it. The agent sucked in a deep breath, then blew it out through his nose.
“Fine,” he said. “Very funny. Hope you had a good laugh.”
He sighed, all the agitation leaving his body.
“Listen, Ada,” he said. His voice was soft and defeated. “I’ve just had the worst few days of my life. I’m not going home until tomorrow. I’m tired. I have too much on my mind. I just…I just want to sleep. I just want to think about anything else other than the absolute bullshit that happened in those mountains. So can you just…give me back my phone and leave me alone. Please.”
Leon looked at Ada for a long moment, his face slightly tilted down, like he was too tired to even lift his chin. His deep blue eyes seemed to shimmer a little, like they were preparing for tears. Ada felt a little twist in her chest. She stepped closer to Leon, close enough that he could feel her breath on his lips. She tipped her head back to hold his eyes.
“I do like it when you say please,” she said.
Leon stood there and quietly met her gaze. Any macho bravado, any quippy lines, any resistance, it had all shed from his shoulders like his brown leather jacket. All that was left was an exhausted man who looked like he just wanted to collapse. Ada whispered right into his face.
“Say it again.”
Leon swallowed, his Adam’s apple shifting in his throat.
“Please,” he said.
Oh, such a pretty word when it came from him. Ada took Leon’s phone and wrapped the earbuds around it, before tossing it down on a nearby chair.
“I’ll let you rest,” she said. She smoothed a hand up the back of his neck, his fingers finding his hair. “But I’m not leaving.”
Before Leon could protest, Ada pulled his head down and pressed a kiss to his mouth. Maybe he was tired, maybe it was the loneliness that ached in his bones, but Leon sunk into her. He let her pull him closer, let her thread her fingers in his hair with one hand and crawl along his body with the other. When the kiss broke, his face was pink and his breathing was hitched.
“It’s not really a surprise, actually,” Ada whispered into his lips. She ran her hands along his chest, feeling his muscular torso under his navy shirt. “Leon Kennedy always does what he’s told. The chief’s little rookie. The president’s guard dog. Always someone pulling you by a chain, huh?”
A part of Leon wanted to argue, but he couldn’t muster the energy up. He just wanted her to keep touching him, keep whispering in his ear.
“Yeah…” was all he could say.
Ada gave him a small grin.
“You don’t need a stranger on your phone,” she said. She gave him a gentle push, and Leon’s butt fell back on the edge of the bed. “I can play mommy too.”
Ada crawled on top of him, and Leon let her pull him under the covers with her. The air felt warm and hazy, and he wondered for a moment if he was asleep. Maybe he had fallen asleep to that ASMR video and this was all some elaborate wet dream the audio had put in his mind. But Ada’s hands and lips felt too real. The blood that invaded his cheeks and cock felt too real.
Ada broke from their kiss. They were under the covers, and Ada had removed her boots and left them on the floor, leaving her legs wrapped only in black nylons under her sweater dress.
“Turn around,” she told him.
Leon complied, rolling onto his side so his back was to her. Ada pressed herself against him from behind, hooking her arm around to spoon him. Her lips whispered directly against his ear, sending a hot tingle down the back of his neck.
“Lower your pants,” she told him.
Leon did as she said. His zipper and button were still undone from before, so he just pushed down the front until they were halfway down his thighs.
“Underwear too,” Ada said.
Leon clenched his teeth, but pulled down his boxers until his cock was free. He felt Ada shift behind him, and a moment later, he saw her gloves tossed to the other side of the bed. Her bare hands spider-crawled down both sides of his ribcage.
“You’re so cute,” Ada purred in his ear. “Such a good boy…”
Her tone was sweet and sent a shock of heat across Leon’s body.
“Ada…” he said.
His face was so hot. This felt ridiculous, embarrassing. But he didn’t resist as her elegant fingers crawled down his body.
“Shhhhh,” Ada hushed in his ear. Her hand found his cock. Her fingers curled around him and slowly started moving. Leon winced as a wave of pleasure rushed up his trembling body.
Ada smirked when she saw his reaction. She whispered into his ear, punctuating her words with thick kisses to his neck. She worked his cock slowly. Achingly slow. Leon whimpered in his throat and his hips twitched.
“Oh, you poor thing,” she whispered in his ear. “You’re throbbing in my hand.”
Leon squeezed his eyes shut. He hadn’t been this physically close to Ada in six years. Her breasts pressed against his back, her pomegranate lips to his ear. She felt so warm and her fingers were turning his brain to soup.
“Mmmm…” he croaked. “Mommy…”
He felt Ada’s wicked grin against his neck.
“That’s right, baby,” she said. “I’m your mommy.” She quickened her pace on his cock. “And mommy takes care of her sweet little prince.”
Leon fisted a hand in the bedsheet. He bit down on his pillow case, bracing his body against the tidal wave making its way through him. His hips bucked to push his cock into her hand. Oh, he wanted it. Oh, he needed it.
But just before he could fall to pieces, Ada stopped her hand. She gripped him, but she did move. Leon opened his teary eyes.
“Wha…” he mumbled,
His cock was aching just on the edge. His body shivered against her, crying for release. Ada pouted her lips
“Awww, your poor thing,” she said. “Does it hurt?”
“Yes…” Leon whimpered. “It hurts so much…” He swallowed hard. “Please…please…”
“Please what?”
Leon clenched his teeth. His eyes were watering and his face was sweaty red.
“Please, mommy,” he whined. “Please, I need it so bad…fuck, it hurts…”
Ada smiled against Leon’s shoulder. He was so adorable when he squirmed, and even cuter when he was needy.
“How bad do you need it?” she whispered, pressing her thumb down on his tip. “Enough to beg for it?”
Leon could hardly find words to beg with. Every nerve in his body was focused on her hand on his cock. Pain and the threat of pleasure were ripping his body apart.
“Please, mommy,” Leon croaked. He spoke between panting his breaths. “Please…I promise, I’ll be a good boy…I’ll be such a good boy for you…”
His voice bordered on weeping. It was such an adorable sound to Ada that she felt her heart squelch. She began moving her hand again, burning friction into his tender flesh.
“Good boy,” she whispered, sickly sweet in his ear. “Come for mommy.”
Those words sent him over the edge. Leon’s dribbling cock spilled over onto his side of the bed. He moved his hips forward and back with her hand as she milked him dry of every drop.
Once he was finished, Leon was limp as a ragdoll. But Ada kept going, playing with his cock just for her own amusement.
Finally, Ada wiped her hand dry on the front of Leon’s shirt. Then, she turned him around so he was facing her. She held his face in her hands, his cheeks soft against her palms.
“Good baby,” she said softly. “Does my pretty little boy feel better?”
Leon swallowed and nodded. His eyes were teary, from pleasure or sheer emotional outbreak Ada wasn't sure. She brushed some blonde hair from his face.
“Mommy takes good care of you,” she said. “Do you wanna take care of mommy?”
A light glinted across Leon’s hazy blue eyes. He was like putty in her hands, warm and soft and moldable into whatever she wanted. She took Leon's hand, lifted her sweater dress, and slid his hand down under her nylons and underwear. He made a little sound in his throat when his fingers found her dripping wet pussy.
“Right there, baby,” she instructed him in a whisper. She moved his finger right over her clit. Leon pressed his finger inside her. There was a small whimper in throat when he felt her tight, wet flesh. Ada sighed in pleasure, and wrapped her arms around Leon’s shoulders to pull him closer.
“Mmmmm, good boy,” she purred in his ear.
She hooked a leg around his waist and hitched her hips while he fingered her. Leon had such lovely strong hands, and he moved with the precision of someone experienced with this sort of thing. She fisted her hands into his shirt and kissed his neck.
“Just like that, baby…keep going…” she sighed.
She was getting close. The room was blissfully warm and the two of them were pink and sweating under their clothes. Just before Ada could finish, she fisted her hand in the back of Leon’s hair.
“Stop,” she gasped.
Leon paused his fingers inside her. Ada took his wrist to pull him out, then pressed her forehead to his. Their hot breaths mingled in the air between their mouths.
“I don’t want your hands,” Ada said breathlessly. “I want more.”
Leon’s cock between his legs was limp and spent. Thankfully, he had other useful parts besides his hands. Ada held his chin between her fingers, her thumb pressed to his lower lip.
“Open wide for me, baby,” she said.
Leon’s pretty blue eyes were glassy. His cognitive function had melted away, replaced with a fog that took over as soon as he called her “mommy.” He parted his lips, and Ada took the fingers that had been inside her and pressed them to his tongue. Leon moaned against the taste, closing his lips around his moist knuckles. He clasped a hand over hers as she fingered his mouth with his own hand. His eyelids fluttered.
“You wanna taste me, baby?” Ada whispered. “You wanna help mommy finish?”
“Mm-hm,” Leon moaned against his fingers.
Ada grinned. For a moment, she could see a glimmer of that rookie she meant all those years ago. Soft, sweet, a little helpless.
You haven’t changed that much, she thought.
She pulled his fingers out of his mouth. They were dripping wet with her pleasure and his saliva. Time to do the same to his handsome mouth.
“On your back, baby,” she said.
Leon rolled onto his back, his face upright to the ceiling. Ada shifted to pull her boots, pantyhose and underwear down off her legs. She let all three fall to the floor.
“Such a good boy,” she cooed. She lifted herself up to straddle his waist. From here, Leon could smell her pussy, and his mouth watered. “Such a good, pretty boy.”
Leon’s heart tittered at her soft praise. Ada scooted up his body until she hovered right over him. The smell was overwhelming and intoxicating, and Leon traced his tongue around his lips.
“Yes, mommy,” Leon mumbled. “I’m your pretty—”
He was shushed when Ada sat herself down on him. Immediately, his tongue rose to meet her, pressing between her dripping lips. Ada sighed and tipped her head back, her eyes fluttering shut.
“That’s it…” she sighed as she began swerving her hips. “Just like that…”
She sank her fingers down into Leon’s hair as she fucked him down into the bed. His tongue pushed waves of pleasure up her body. Ada pushed her hips down, swerving her hips to push them both deeper into the mattress. The pressure was nearly enough to make Leon choke, but he didn’t ask her to stop. Not just because her pussy filled his lips to hush his words, but because he was awashed with a bliss that left him almost lightheaded.
Her hot juice gushed into his lips and he sighed against the taste. His mind has run wild with a thousands ways Ada wong could have fucked him, but the fantasy didn’t comapre to the feel of it. He curled his long, velvety tongue up so she could ride it.
“Do you like that, baby?” Ada sighed. “Do you like it when mommy fucks your little mouth?”
Leon made a pathetic sound in his throat. He clasped Ada’s thighs tighter and his eyes rolled back in his head. Ada tightened her fingers in his hair as she quickened her pace. His head was perfectly shaped between her thighs, and it took willpower to keep herself from crushing him against her weight.
“Yes…right there…right there, baby, keep going,” Ada panted with each breath. She fucked Leon’s head until the bed springs sang beneath them. She moaned with each jolt of pleasure as she rode his tongue to a melting climax.
“Yes, yes, good boy, good boy, you’re such a good—”
Ada slammed a fist against the backboard of the bed. It was short and sharp as a lightning strike and her whole body braced against it even as she kept jerking her hips. Leon whimpered as she gushed into his mouth, hot and sweet and insatiable.
Ada curled her fingernails up the back of Leon’s scalp.
“Good boy…” she breathed as she came down, her hips slowing. “Good boy…good boy…”
When Ada was finished, she lifted herself up off of Leon. His mouth was shiny wet and his tongue was dripping like a panting dog. Those blue eyes were foggy and thoughtless. Ada cupped one of his cheeks and kissed the other.
She shifted down to straddle his lap again. Before she could reach for her underwear on the floor, Leon sat up and hugged his arms around her. He squeezed her tight, like she might disappear any moment. Ada chuckled and petted his hair.
“You poor thing,” she cooed. “Just a little baby boy, are you?”
Leon made that pathetic little noise again. He buried his face in her chest, his pale hair soft and warm. Ada scratched his head with both hands.
“You’re not letting me leave until morning, are you?” she said.
Leon nodded. Ada chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Okay, baby,” she whispered into his hair. “Mommy won’t leave you just yet.”