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“Oh my God, I had no idea you were prom king!” you exclaim with a wide grin, eyeing the framed photo hanging on the beige wallpapered wall.
A hand suddenly sneaks around your head to cover your vision, closing your eyes shut and pulling you back against a hard chest.
“We don't talk about that,” Leon, your college boyfriend, grumbles in your ear.
You giggle, reaching for his wrist to pull away the manmade blindfold that is his palm.
“Hey, let me see! You look cute!”
“I look stupid,” he huffs, finally dropping his hand when you grab it with yours. “I don't even know why I was picked…”
Keeping his palm in yours, you lean closer to inspect the picture where he’s standing awkwardly with his prom date, both adorning a sash and crown that indicate their awarded titles. It makes your heart warm knowing it was probably his mom who insisted on hanging the image in the family home. You can imagine him protesting while she puts it in place and the thought makes you snicker.
Turning to him with narrowed eyes and a sly grin, you squeeze his hand. “Really? You don't know why?”
He frowns, pouty lips growing poutier at your teasing expression and he shakes his head.
“No, I don't know why, and don't give me that look that says you're about to say something ridiculous.”
Your smile widens and you turn to face him fully, taking a step closer so your chest is nearly pressed to his.
“It’s because you're hot, Einstein.”
Leon huffs out a laugh, turning his face away, though you catch the blush creeping up his neck as he does so.
You want to tease him further, but a yank to your intertwined hands pulls you along as he walks ahead towards the stairs.
“Come on, smartass, let me show you my room.”
Following in his steps, you can't help sneaking glances around his childhood home, taking in every detail of the place he was raised in.
You and Leon grew up in the same city, but having never gone to the same schools, you never met until you shared a college class a few months ago, miles away from your hometown. Fate works in mysterious ways like that.
You remember he had sat next to you and asked for a pen, which you gave with a kind smile. It was only later he admitted to you he never needed a pen, but just wanted an excuse to talk to ‘the pretty girl who made it hard to focus in class.’ His words, not yours.
He has always been so sweet. Thoughtful too. From buying you your favorite treats to sending you good luck voice memos for your exams where he gets all sappy and cute, even if it's embarrassing. You still wonder how you got so lucky that your first real boyfriend is such a sweetheart.
After strenuous finals and a hectic schedule, you're both back home for the summer, and you couldn't be happier about sharing the same hometown—it really feels meant to be.
Entering Leon’s room, your eyes twinkle with excitement as you take in every detail of the place where he undoubtedly spent most of his time growing up. The soft glow of his bedside lamp makes everything warmer, giving the atmosphere an added hue of nostalgia.
You comment and ask questions about every intriguing feature. His Star Wars themed comforter, the medals from his track running days, the posters of his favorite bands lining the walls… Everything holds a memory you eagerly want to learn about.
Picking up a small figurine of Tony Tony Chopper to examine it closely, you don't see the way Leon watches you fondly from his spot on the bed, taking in the sight of you in his space.
“You know I’ve never really had a girl over in my room…” he smiles shyly, scratching the back of his neck.
Your heart flutters knowing you’ve never really been in a boy’s room either. Although you've been in Leon’s at campus, it wasn't the same with his roommate constantly around.
With the both of you living in dorms, it's difficult to find a time and place to hang out where it's just the two of you. So this moment feels extra special, and you're excited to have many more like this the whole summer.
Especially if it means you and Leon will finally have your long anticipated first time together.
“Am I the chosen one, then?” you grin, feeling butterflies in your stomach when he stands and walks closer.
“I guess you are.”
Leon stops right before you, taking the old figurine from your fingers to look down at it with a chuckle.
“I think I was a bit too much of a nerd for any serious enough girlfriends to bring home.”
“I disagree. Nerds make great boyfriends,” you argue, tugging at the drawstrings of his hoodie.
He smiles down at you softly, reaching to hold your waist with both hands to pull you even closer.
“Did I tell you my parents aren't home tonight?”
Your eyes flicker from your toying fingers to his handsome face, narrowing your eyes in mock contemplation.
“I think you may have mentioned that five or six times already, but I’m not quite sure.”
He laughs in response, squeezing your sides playfully, “did I now?”
“Mhm,” you hum, pulling the strings tighter to make him bend down enough for you to kiss his cheek.
The feel of your lips against his skin makes his heart flutter, and soon he’s pulling you flush against him to leave a tender kiss on your neck.
Leon hears your breath catch, and he leans back just enough to meet your eyes.
“But just so we’re clear… It doesn't mean anything has to happen, okay? I don't want you to feel pressured.”
“Trust me, Leon, if I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't be here… How else do you think I stayed a virgin until now?” you huff out a chuckle.
“Same way I stayed one too apparently.”
The both of you giggle, appreciating the fact you get to be in the same 'predicament’—something rare among your peers.
You feel another kiss on your jaw, then your cheek, before he lands one on the corner of your mouth with a smile.
“You want a tour of my bed next, baby?”
That makes you chuckle, swatting his shoulder sheepishly.
“You’re such a dork... But yeah, I would, actually.”
In response to your agreement, the arms wrapped around you shift lower to hold right under your butt and hoist you up in the air, making you squeal.
Leon is beaming from ear to ear as he crosses the short distance from his spot to his old twin bed, only to set you the mattress with a thud, your body bouncing on the sheets from the movement.
“Give me a minute, yeah?”
He pecks your nose, making you scrunch your face in amusement, then stands up, leaving you momentarily alone in his bedroom.
You lay your head next to the printed Darth Vader on a pillow as you look up at the ceiling littered with pale green glow-in-the-dark stars—the room not dark enough for them to shine. You always wanted to have these growing up, and the thought of little Leon sleeping under them every night makes your chest warm.
The wholesome image isn't enough to keep your nerves at bay, though, when you realize this is the moment you’ve been waiting for for a long time. Or at least, that's how it has felt.
Ever since you both started dating, with him officially asking you to be his girlfriend on the third date, all you’ve been able to have were some heated makeout sessions and the occasional dry humping. Oh, and you let him feel you up under your shirt a couple of times—that was nice. Very nice, actually.
Your thoughts are interrupted by him coming back into the room with a set of bath towels and a large bottle of water. He awkwardly bunches the fabric in his arms to place on the nightstand along the water, and you can tell he’s more nervous than he’s letting on.
He sits beside you, a bit stiff, and you're hit with the smell of his cologne that he undoubtedly reapplied just now. The act is endearing, but you start to wonder if you should ask for a minute to do some extra pampering yourself too. Not that you would need it considering you had an everything-shower right before you left home to meet him.
You’ve both anticipated this, even if it wasn't explicitly planned.
The scraping sound of his bedside drawer opening captures your attention, and you see him pull out a tiny remote with multicolored buttons. Although he doesn't take the rest out, your eyes catch the brand new, unopened box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
Goodness, it’s really happening.
“Just to, um, set the mood I guess…” he mumbles and presses the red circle on the remote as he turns off the bedside lamp.
You’re suddenly plunged in a crimson hue shining from the LED strips lining the junction between the ceiling and walls.
“Too much?” he asks nervously when he takes in your surprised expression.
You chuckle, watching his now scarlet lit features. “Maybe try something cooler… Perhaps purple?”
He nods, pressing the indicated color with a click, and watches as the light turns into a violet glow.
When he sees your smile soften, your eyes looking up to take in the change, he can't help but scoot closer until your thigh is pressed to his.
“You’re so pretty.”
His whispered compliment catches you off guard—not that you're not used to his usual sweet words that boost your confidence like nothing else.
“You're gonna make me blush…” you murmur with a flustered smile.
Leon, cups your cheek tenderly, then leans in to whisper against your mouth, “welcome to the club.”
The press of his lips to yours makes your heart skip a beat, and you return the kiss with fervor, reaching to place a hand on his thigh.
What starts as sweet slowly becomes passionate, and he nips at your bottom lip eagerly just to hear you whine like you do every time. You then feel the swipe of his tongue against the seam of your mouth, and you open up to meet it with yours. Both slick muscles brush against each other in a feverish dance once you establish a familiar rhythm.
His hand moves from your face to your waist, and he moans when you thread your fingers into his dirty blonde locks.
“Come here,” he mutters, shifting you so you’re straddling his lap.
The moment you do, you feel his erection press against your jeans, your own heat increasing as you grind down on him subconsciously.
“Fuck, baby…” his grip on your waist tightens, moving you in tandem with his own hip movements.
Between sloppy kisses, you find yourself bold enough to ask in a murmur, “can I take off your hoodie?”
Leon pauses, then leans back in just to gently bite your lip before answering, “you don't even have to ask.”
With his eager approval, you reach for the hem of his top and pull up both the hoodie and the tanktop he had underneath, too impatient to wait. Your breath hitches when your eyes roam his shirtless form, his fit torso making your mouth water.
He feels his whole body grow hotter under your gaze, and takes your hand to place it on his abs, keen for your touch.
“It’s summer, so you know what that means.” He bites his lip with a smile, his confidence soaring from the way you touch him hungrily.
“What?” you ask half focused, your attention still locked on his body.
“Pool dates,” he chuckles, giving your ass a light tap and grabbing the fat in each palm to grind you down on him again.
You whimper, enjoying the heat of his bold touch. “Are you saying I’ll be seeing a lot more of you shirtless?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
You giggle, bringing both hands to run up and down his sides. “But that also means everyone else at the pool will see you too.”
Raising an eyebrow at your teasing tone, he responds by sliding his own hands under your shirt.
“Don't tell me you’re jealous?”
“Maybe a little bit,” you smirk.
Leon laughs at your playfulness, shaking his head in fondness.
“How about this, I’ll keep an arm around you the whole time so everyone knows I’m taken… Plus, I need to make sure no one is ogling you for too long either.”
You grin as you picture the image of you both by the poolside, lounging in each other’s arms and enjoying the warm weather. The thought of showing off your hot boyfriend makes you tingle.
Feeling more and more worked up, you let a hand skim further down until it’s toying with the elastic band of his briefs peaking past his jeans.
“Mhm, but they don't get to touch… Especially not here,” you whisper, letting your index slip under the underwear hem.
He sucks in a sharp breath in response, and you see the look on his face turn from playful to hungry again in an instant.
“That's right. They don’t.”
Leon crashes his lips on yours, kissing you messier than before with his hands moving to push your shirt up, pacing himself just enough to give you the chance to refuse if you didn't want him to.
When you don't say anything, and instead moan into his mouth, he groans, leaning back just to pull your top over your head and discard it to the side.
At the sight of you topless, he can't resist immediately peppering kisses on your sternum, mouthing hungrily at the valley between your breasts.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he grunts, sliding a hand to grab your left tit through your bra.
You’re trembling in need on top of him, feeling every cell of your body on fire. Every compliment, every kiss, every touch—only seem to serve to grow your confidence and want for him. So, you don't hesitate long before reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.
The moment you slide it down and expose your tits to Leon’s ravenous eyes, you see his brain short circuit in real time at the sight.
“Baby… You’re gonna kill me,” he whispers, voice strained, then slides a palm to massage your breast with a moan.
“Leon…” you whimper, arching into his touch, and he decides to do the one thing he’s always dreamt of doing.
He latches his lips to your nipple.
The sound that comes out of you is pure sin, and he takes that as approval to keep going, suckling the soft peak in his mouth greedily.
With his left hand, he fondles your other breast, then wraps his arm tightly around your waist to keep you in place as you continue to move your hips against his.
He keeps showering your nipples in attention, licking and sucking while you whine on top of him, feeling your cunt grow wetter and wetter while you clench around nothing.
With wet lips and a mind hazy with want, he lowers a hand to the button of your jeans, meeting your eyes with wide blown pupils.
“I wanna see all of you… please?”
Biting your lip, you nod, “you don't even have to ask,” you parrot his words from earlier.
Grinning at your answer, he unzips your jeans and you shift off his lap to let him slide them off you, leaving you in your white, thin panties.
The fabric is so soaked it's become transparent, and Leon can't peel his eyes away from the outline of your dripping nether lips.
“Baby, I’ve wanted you like this for so long, I can barely think.”
“Maybe, take off your pants too?” you answer with a sheepish smile.
He chuckles and complies, kneeling between your legs on the mattress to unbuckle his belt. The sight of him looking down at you as he does so has you gripping the sheets.
Once his fly undone and his jeans lowered and off, you're awarded the view of his straining briefs as they struggle to contain his hardened cock. But what gets you even more turned on, is the wet patch of precum indicating just how desperate he is already.
Leon feels the searing heat of your gaze on him, and though he feels nervous, he doesn't let that stop him from hooking his fingers on your panties’ waistband.
“May I, my love?” he asks in an overly formal tone that makes you giggle despite your own nerves.
“Yes you may, my good sir.”
That's all he needs to pull the fabric down as you lift your hips, biting his plump bottom lip when it catches on your wet cunt from the stickiness. A final tug lets him lower them completely to reveal your glistening folds.
“Fuck.”
If his pupils were dilated before, they might as well be fully black now. He’s never been face to face with a pussy before, let alone yours, and he feels like he might drown from how much his mouth is watering to have a taste.
You reach to place a hand on the one he has on your thigh, seeking comfort from the vulnerability of being completely exposed to him for the first time. Only then does he take in a shaky breath to reassure you.
“Baby, I don't even know what to do with myself. You’re so fucking beautiful and sexy… I mean, fuck, look at you.”
He brings a tentative thumb to brush over your puffy lips and watches you shiver at the contact.
“Listen, I don't really know what I’m doing, so, uh, please tell me if I do something wrong,” he murmurs nervously, his hands trembling slightly against your skin.
“Actually, I have an idea…”
You adjust the pillows behind you until you're propped up in a half seated position, your legs bent at the knees. He lays between them, on his stomach, staring at you mesmerized.
“I’ll show you how I do it.”
You reach down and take his hand in yours, just to place his digits on your needy clit, barely breathing as you guide him. Your face is so hot you can feel your temples throbbing, your heart beating so fast it might stop. It’s that mix of excitement and nerves that makes you lightheaded.
With your guidance, Leon is able to circle your sensitive bud with the pad of his thumb, watching you intently for every reaction. When he hits a particularly nice spot and you moan, he feels his hips buck against the mattress under him before he can even stop them.
“Shit… Is this what you do when I call you at night? Tell me, baby, please.”
“Yeah, Leon… This is what I do when you get me worked up.”
He makes a sinful sound at your admission, the thought of you looking like this when he’s whispering in your ear about all the things he wishes he could do to you, making him twitch.
“Can I taste you?” he asks suddenly, unable to pace himself anymore.
When he sees your wide eyed, shy expression, he quickly starts blabbering nervously.
“I-I mean only if you want me to! I just— I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, and I know I’ll probably suck b-but I watched a lot of videos to learn, and, um, I can maybe try, unless that's not—”
“Yes,” you cut off his rambling with a shy voice, “you can do it… I-I want you to.”
Leon’s breathing stutters, grateful that the purple lighting is hiding his intensely blushing face.
“Okay. Just tell me what feels good.”
With that, he leans his face closer, his breath hot against your quivering cunt. Then, he sticks out his tongue and licks a broad stripe along your slit that makes you jerk with a whimper.
Looking up to meet your eyes, he does it again, tongue deliberately slow as he groans, taking in every twitch and tremor while savoring your taste.
Your breath hitches, your fingers digging into the fat of your thighs. “Fuck, Leon—”
He gets greedier with every sound you make, lapping at your juices like they're the sweetest thing he’s tried.
“R-right there!” you whine when he licks over the hood of your sensitive clit.
“Yeah? Like this?” he mutters against your folds, giving another eager lick.
When he sees the way you react he tries something he’s seen many times in porn in hopes you like it. Gently, he holds your lips apart with his thumbs, then seals his mouth over your bundle of nerves.
He begins to suckle the delicate flesh experimentally, keeping his eyes locked on your face for any hints of discomfort. The moment you mewl in approval, though—bucking your hips into his touch—he tightens his hold on you to steady you, and starts sucking and licking more confidently.
The new sensations make you dizzy, the pleasure unlike anything you’ve felt before. You’re not experienced enough to know if he’s doing it correctly, you just know it feels good and that’s enough of an indicator he’s doing something right.
Any lack of skill is made up for by his intense enthusiasm, and soon enough, you’re getting closer and closer to orgasming with every swipe of his tongue, the very image of him between your legs already bringing you close.
“Stay right there, fuck, d-don’t change anything,” you whimper when you feel yourself about to tip over the edge.
Leon keeps the fast strokes of his slick muscle that appear to be pushing you to climax, not stopping to rest despite his jaw starting to ache. He does not care, because seeing your undoing under him is everything to him at the moment.
A few seconds later, and he’s making you cum for the first time, your hand flying to your mouth to try and muffle the loud noises leaving you uncontrollably as you writhe under his greedy mouth.
“Leon…” you pant once the high passes, looking down at him to find him smiling up at you softly between your trembling legs. “That was… Holy shit.”
He chuckles and kisses your mound, sliding his palms under you to give your ass a squeeze.
“You taste so good. I could keep going if you want.”
The proposition makes you whine, though as tempting as it is, you can't wait to feel him inside you.
“Come here, please.”
You open your arms, beckoning him closer, and he doesn't hesitate to crawl up your body to kiss you feverishly as he settles on top of you. The taste of yourself on his lips is sinfully addicting, and you don't hesitate to sloppily collect every trace of it off him.
Grinding his hard cock against your heat, you feel gentle hands roam your body, touching everywhere like he can't get enough. You do the same with your own fingers grazing up and down his broad back, tracing every muscle, mole, and freckle on his warm skin.
“I almost came just from watching you fall apart… You looked so sexy, I was humping the mattress like a dog,” he whispers with a small laugh.
You bite your lip with a smile, tightening your hold on him. “That would’ve been really hot.”
“More like really embarrassing,” he huffs sheepishly, then lets his fingers trail down until they reach your sopping cunt again. “I wanna feel you first.”
Breathless, you open your legs some more to grant him easier access, the movement making an obscene, slick noise.
“Y-yeah, me too… Do you wanna try fingering me?”
Leon groans in pleasure at the sound of that and nods eagerly. He readjusts to lay next to you on his side, one hand brushing your hair while the other stays on your waiting pussy.
You reach down to guide his middle finger into your entrance slowly, your shaky breaths making your chest move in tandem with your breathing.
Once his digit is inside up to the first knuckle, you let go of his hand and watch him bite his lip as he slowly pushes inside, pausing every other second to check your reaction.
“Shit, babe— you’re so fucking warm,” he can't help but moan, mirroring your own whimpers at the feel of a part of him inside you.
“Keep going… It feels nice,” you whine.
When his finger is fully nestled inside your slippery hole, he leans his head down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples again, and begins to gently move in and out of your cunt. The moans you make only spur him to continue, slowly picking up speed the more your walls relax.
Leon can't believe your pussy feels this soft, wet, and tight on his finger alone, and he’s already losing it imagine that feeling around his neglected cock. But he knows he needs to prep you first. He’s learned as much as he could about first times from the internet, and even posted on r/AskReddit to seek every bit of advice he can get. He wants to make this good for you more than anything else.
When the slide of his lone finger is easy enough, you stroke his hair and murmur, “I think you can put in a second one.”
He nods, still mouthing at your breasts, before slipping a second digit inside you just like you asked. When you moan at the feeling, your tight walls hugging him, he can't stop himself from pressing his lips to yours again just to swallow every sound.
“You feel so good, baby. You’re so soft and so fucking wet.”
Every whispered word makes you whinier, your pussy greedier, until he’s steadily finger fucking your slick heat without hindrance. He even tries a slight parting motion inside you to stretch you a bit more, and his hips buck instinctively against your thigh when you moan louder at that.
After several minutes of prepping your hole, sucking your nipples, and making out with your whiny mouth, you feel that Leon has done enough to prepare you for his patiently waiting dick.
“Okay, babe… Let’s try. I think I’m ready.”
He releases one of your peaks he was suckling with a wet pop, meeting your eyes with hungry ones.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Your assured tone has him suppress a moan as he nods in return. He slowly slides his fingers out, making you whimper, and he doesn't hesitate to bring them up to his mouth for another taste of your cunt he’s already become a fan of.
Reaching for the waistband of his now ruined briefs from the precum wet patches, you watch him lick every drop of your slick as you lower his underwear slowly.
He groans, immensely turned on by your initiative, and he watches you peel off the last layer separating your naked bodies. He kicks off the garment once it reaches his ankles, and holds his breath when your gaze drops down to his now sprung free, hard, leaking cock.
“It’s, um… big.”
Your nervous, candid comment makes him choke on his own saliva. He hides his face in the crook of your neck to let out a shy laugh that slowly has you relaxing to join him with a chuckle.
“Sorry, I sounded like a bad porn actress.”
Lifting his head to look down at you, he smiles sheepishly, squeezing your waist.
“You kinda did. But hey, I’ll take the compliment…” he grins, voice trailing off before his expression morphs into something more serious. “Unless you’re worried or something, which I understand… I mean I can just use my fingers again, we don't really have to do the full—”
His words are cut off when you wrap your fingers around his throbbing length, making him hiss out a low ‘fuck’ as he looks down at where you're touching him.
“It's softer than I thought,” you comment with a small, reassuring smile.
“Y-yeah?”
“It's soft, and warm…” you whisper, using your second hand to stroke the back of his thick head of blonde hair. “Feels nice… Maybe I can taste you too?”
His eyes snap up to yours, lips parted in surprise.
“That would be—fuck—that would be so hot… But I’d definitely cum too fast, babe. I’m already feeling a lot with just your hand. Shit.”
You can't help but feel a bit disappointed you won't get to have him in your mouth, but you understand why he would be reluctant to let you do it.
“Okay. Next time, then?”
Leon shakes his head out of pure disbelief at how perfect you are. He’s never felt better about waiting for the right girl, despite always feeling like an outcast amongst his peers who constantly bragged about all the dirty sex they're having. Though, he doubts most of it is true knowing how locker room talk tends to be a pissing contest half the time.
“Yes, baby. Definitely next time.”
With one more peck to your lips, he reaches for the condoms and lube in his left-open nightstand drawer. He then quickly tears open the box and takes out one of the foil packets, and prepares to tear it open.
You stop him mid movement with a playful grin, taking the blue square away from him.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.”
He raises an eyebrow, then laughs when you rip it open with your teeth, putting in more effort than necessary. You then pull out the rolled up latex circle and look at it curiously, before you look at your waiting boyfriend again.
“I wanna put it on you."
“Please.”
Leon has to stop himself from humping the air like an animal in heat when you sit up to grab his veiny cock again.
You begin to fiddle with the condom, only to realize you’re attempting to unroll it around him in the wrong direction, and the both of you giggle as you fix it for a proper fit.
Once the protective barrier is on, he kisses your cheek as a ‘thanks,’ then grabs the bottle of lube that he flicks open with his thumb.
“Maybe now’s a good time for the towels,” you mutter and reach for the fluffy fabric that you place under you before repositioning yourself on your back.
Leon then squeezes the lubricant with a loud squelch like ketchup, directly onto his bobbing dick, that he then lathers with his free hand.
That makes you snicker, finding the sight amusing, and he huffs out a laugh in return before squirting some more directly onto your waiting hole, the cold sensation making you gasp.
“That's what you get for laughing,” he teases, then kisses you again just because he can.
Finally, he positions himself between your legs once again, bracing himself on his elbows and shuddering when his sensitive tip brushes your inner thigh.
“I’ll go slow, I promise,” he whispers with a hand moving to hold his erection, the other stroking your hair.
“I know.”
With your sweet smile, you help guide him towards your entrance until his tip is aimed correctly at it, before moving your palms to rest on his waist.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he mutters.
Then, slowly, he presses in just enough for his cockhead to notch into your opening.
You both let out needy noises at the pleasurable feeling, but it's only when you nod that he pushes in a bit more, his fingers twitching in your locks.
“Still okay?”
“Y-yeah, don't stop.”
You take slow, deep, breaths with every inch that he slides in deliberately unhurried, your virgin cunt hugging his own virgin cock so warm and tight he feels like he’s dreaming.
“Holy fuck— y-you feel so good.”
Pressing his forehead to yours, every ragged breath of his fans on your lips as he continues to steadily breach open your untouched pussy. It's overwhelming how full you feel but the pleasure overshadows any discomfort, and you know the reason you’re not experiencing pain like so many of your girlfriends warned you about, is thanks to his loving and caring approach he’s shown from the start.
“Leon… I love you,” you whimper, suddenly feeling overtaken by emotion when he manages to fully settle inside your clenching heat.
“Oh, baby…” he whispers, a hand moving to cradle your face. “I love you so much… You have no idea.”
Intertwining your fingers with his, you give him the okay to slowly start moving after a moment. Just enough to get you adjusted to the new feeling of having your walls penetrated.
You tilt your chin up to indicate you want a kiss, and he complies with no hesitation, the both of you moaning into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last that long, babe.”
Leon knows the fact he’s managed to not burst after who knows how long spent in the sheer presence of your naked body, let alone touching it, is already a lifetime achievement for a first timer like him.
“Do it. Wanna see you cum, wanna feel it,” you whine under him, moving your hips the slightest bit to meet his shallow thrusts.
“Fucking hell—”
Your words and movements break him, and he can't hold on anymore.
On more thrust, two, three, and then his cumming with a drawn out moan, his fingers tightening against your skin as he loses himself. Spurt after spurt of creamy spend shoot into the latex barrier of the condom while you shake under him. You only wish you could preserve this moment forever, just to rewatch how beautiful he looks on top of you.
He finally stills, panting, and doing his best not to let himself crush you with his weight, then gives you one more peck on the lips before slowly starting to pull out.
You make a small noise at the feeling of being emptied, and you watch him carefully remove the filled condom, just to tie it up and let it drop in the small trashcan under his desk to deal with later.
“Pro move,” you grin sleepily, feeling exhaustion catch up to you.
“You know me, the expert condom handler,” he laughs.
Leon uses the second towel to clean your inner thighs then himself from any mess as much as he can, while you lay there feeling like a drowsy princess.
But before you can get too sleepy, his hands find your thighs again, and he smiles down at you.
“Do you think I could give you one more? I can use my fingers.”
You bite your lip and nod, feeling giddy at the idea of getting to cum by him again, especially after already getting so worked up from him inside you.
He lays next to you like before, but instead of letting his fingers in, this time he focuses on your clit, watching your breathing slowly get more labored again.
You give him a few adjustments, until he figures out where to press to elicit the loudest moans out of you, and he keeps going with no intention to stop until you climax.
In addition to the steady strokes, a few tweaks to your nipple with his free hand and a wet suck of his mouth to your neck, and you’re cumming again. This time, you don't cover your mouth, letting him hear exactly what he’s doing to you.
When you’re finished, body trembling and exhausted, he immediately moves to cuddle you, peppering kisses on your forehead and temple.
“You're so perfect, I can't believe I got this lucky to be your first…” He pauses in his words to hold you tighter, suddenly feeling a surge of protectiveness. “I hope it went well for you like it did for me… I didn't hurt you or anything, right?”
“No, Leon. Trust me, I would've told you if you did,” you caress his cheek reassuringly before leaning in to kiss him again. “It was perfect. You are perfect.”
He smiles softly at that, feeling himself relax at your gentle assurance.
“I love you, baby. More than anything.”
“I love you too, Leon.”
Reaching a finger to boop his nose playfully, you can't help but tease in a playful tone.
“Can't wait to spend all summer learning how to be freaky together.”
He laughs sliding a palm down to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze.
“Hell yeah.”