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Seeing Leon like this felt a lot like doing hard drugs. The high was impossibly addictive — it felt impossible to quit. Panting, flushed, sweat dripping between pectorals to pool just above the cords tangled around him. His shoulders quivered with each desperate bounce on Zeno's cock, the man taut as a bow string. The closer he came, the harder it was to focus, and Zeno had warned him at the start that he would not be permitted to orgasm until Zeno was satisfied.
Leon had agreed — enticed immediately by the use of his body for the pleasure of his partner, and nothing more.
That had been before he'd realized just what Zeno had intended for him. No amount of whining and cajoling had gotten the man to change his mind once he'd determined what he wanted. Leon had been bitter about it, bratty, even, as he'd furiously rode Zeno.
Then he'd begun to flag, tired out from engaging nothing but his legs and abdomen. Zeno had just watched the expression on his face as he slowly became fucked out, desperate and needy, too tired to do more than struggle.
Perhaps Zeno had a slightly sadistic streak in him. It was incredibly arousing to watch the man fall apart on his dick. A punishment of his own making, even. If Leon couldn't get Zeno off properly, he didn't deserve to get off himself.
Zeno ran a hand down Leon's trembling thigh, a finger tapping at the man's weeping cock. Precum dribbled weakly from the tip, so angry it was almost purple, the snug ring at the base keeping him miserably denied.
"Poor Leon," Zeno drawled. "Already tired out?"
"Fu-uck you," Leon moaned, shuddering as Zeno's cock hit his prostate again, the man's hazy eyes rolling back.
"No, no, you're fucking yourself on me," Zeno corrected, fingers moving to grasp the man's chin, forcing hazy blue eyes to focus on him. Leon shivered, trembling like a live wire.
"Please," Leon begged, squeezing his eyes shut.
"You agreed to this," Zeno retorted, experimentally thrusting upwards. His cock hit Leon's prostate on the upthrust, the man whimpering.
"Oh, isn't that a pretty noise?" Zeno drawled, half-mocking the man. Leon squeezed his eyes shut, teeth clamping down on his lower lip to restrain himself. Zeno teased over him, fingers toying with hard nipples before running down his abdomen. Leon shuddered beneath his touch, desperately rutting his hips up in a bid to get Zeno to touch him. Zeno bypassed his cock entirely, landing on his hips, and yanked Leon down entirely.
Leon howled as he was fully seated upon Zeno's dick, head tipping back to expose the full column of his throat. Zeno couldn't help himself, sucking a bruise into his collar, one hand coming to the hair at the top of the man's head, holding him in place to maintain better access. Leon moaned, quivering in his grasp.
"Zeno, please, please—" he babbled, hips rocking slightly.
"Not yet," Zeno reminded him, nipping at his throat. Leon sobbed softly, squeezing his eyes shut as his head spun. Zeno's cock throbbed within him, hot and so so hard. If he didn't know better, he would have thought Zeno too was staving off his orgasm with a cock ring.
"I can't, it hurts, Zeno," he sobbed. "Please, please, anything."
"Anything?" Zeno asked, a dark tone slipping into his voice. Lips curved dangerously against Leon's throat. A hand slipped down to toy with his cock, a keening noise escaping Leon.
"Anything," Leon forced out, beyond desperate.
Zeno hummed consideringly, stroking over the man's cock once, twice, three times. Leon whimpered once more, and he was so very tempted to take him up on it.
"No," Zeno said, releasing his cock. "You'll cum only when I say you can. Keep riding, and maybe it will be some time tonight."
Leon sobbed, head falling forward against Zeno's shoulders, but obediently, his hips rose, fucking himself onto Zeno's cock. At the new angle, it was impossible to avoid his own prostate, the man jerking almost painfully each time. Hot tears hit Zeno's shoulder, Leon's mouth working at the scarred skin from his T-virus infection. Zeno gasped, hips stuttering at the sensation. He could feel Leon's lips curve, the man biting down, then suckling a bruise into the skin, hot tongue tracing the indents of his teeth.
Sensitive — far too sensitive from T-virus and Elpis — Zeno could feel the blinding sensation in his spine, a choked off noise escaping his lips. Leon clenched around him, as though trying to milk orgasm from him. Zeno could feel the pressure building, orgasm creeping up on him faster than he could control himself.
A hand came to the back of Leon's head, wrenching the man from his shoulder by the hair. Glassy-eyed and red in the face, Leon's eyes pleaded with him before his mouth did, the man once again whimpering a litany of pleas interspersed with his own name.
Zeno let out a shuddering breath, closing his eyes, steeling his resolve, then began to buck upwards once more.
"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Zeno!" Leon keened, head thrown back once more. He ground down to meet every thrust, fucked-out pants escaping his lips as Zeno began to chase that building pressure of orgasm until at last, he thrust into the tight sphincter of Leon's ass and held himself there, hot cum pouring from his cock.
Zeno collapsed back onto the pile of pillows at the head of the bed, panting as stars swirled in his vision.
Leon rocked against his dick, whimpering softly with need. Yellow eyes flicked open to Leon's wide, glassy eyes, pleading for attention. The man's lips were half parted as he continued to tease Zeno's softening cock, cum dripping from his ass onto Zeno's pelvis, mixing with the precum drooling from his own cock onto Zeno's nude form.
"Poor thing," Zeno chided, raising an arm to sweep hair from Leon's cheek. He leaned into the hand, a soft noise escaping him. "So desperate to cum? Go on, then."
Leon whimpered, shaking his head as the ring around his cock denied him once more. Kept aching, throbbing with need, it was cruel of Zeno to taunt him so.
"No?" Zeno smirked, tipping his head slightly. "You must not want it then."
"Please," Leon gasped out, his voice ragged. "Zeno, please, please, let me cum, let me cum—"
Zeno eyed him consideringly, then, with a low chuckle, flipped them over so Leon's face was pressed into the pillows, his back arched sinfully from Zeno tugging him by the rope around his wrists and chest.
"You want to cum? Go on, then," he goaded, slipping the ring from Leon's cock. His hand stroked the man off-beat to each thrust, slamming into Leon's prostate again and again. Leon keened as his orgasm washed over him, spilling onto the bedding beneath him. Fingers clenched and unclenched, so hard he could see knuckles turning white.
Zeno didn't let him go, forcing him into another orgasm hot on the heels of the first, toying with his balls before returning to pounding into Leon like he was nothing but a machine; as though his sole purpose was wringing the man dry.
"Ze-eno," Leon whined, tears slipping down his cheeks. Open mouthed and panting, he couldn't catch his breath, every thrust forcing it out of him. His prostate felt puffy and overstimulated, his cock throbbing painfully as he grew hard for the third time that evening. There couldn't possibly be anything left in him. His head felt fuzzy, comfortably numbed to everything outside the sensation of Zeno inside of him.
"Zeno, please," he begged.
"You wanted to cum so badly," Zeno retorted, fingers digging into his hips hard enough that they were sure to leave bruises. "So cum, Leon."
Leon whimpered, his body helpless to disobey, a painful sensation tearing through him as he came for the third time. His vision went white, a dry sob escaping him along with a pitiful, weak stream of cum. The man was shuddering, scrabbling at his bonds as though to free himself from this new torment.
And Zeno kept. On. Going.
"I can't," he whimpered, though his cock valiantly tried to grow hard again. He was starting to feel light-headed, even, all the blood in his body clearly in the southern half. "Zeno, you're going to kill me—"
"The male body can handle up to five ejaculations, Leon," Zeno replied matter-of-factly.
Dear god, he'd done research.
"And I don't intend to make you ejaculate, just orgasm," Zeno continued, slowing down, teasing him. His thumb swirled over the head of his cock, almost a gentle caress. "You can handle that much."
Leon shook his head, a pained moan escaping him.
"You will handle that," Zeno insisted, a hard edge in his voice. "Is that understood?"
Leon whimpered his assent, squeezing his eyes shut as Zeno's cock slammed home, bruising his prostate further.
"I said, is that understood?" Zeno snapped, yanking him back by the hair. Leon gasped out a desperate answer, eyes flying open. His cock bobbed against the bed, back arched uncomfortably. Zeno did not let him down from this new position, and while it tugged at his muscles uncomfortably, it was a relief from the bruising, bullying thrusts that had tormented him thus far.
A welcome relief, if Zeno truly intended to give him no reprieve.
Leon shuddered as orgasm crept up on him again, squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for another painful orgasm. It washed over him, the burning sensation as his body attempted to ejaculate, but had nothing to give a, frankly, uncomfortable experience. He hadn't fully realized it the first time around, but now he could feel himself crashing down to earth, waves of ache and pain and discomfort washing over him. He could hear himself whimpering, the sticky sensation of sweat and tears and cum on his skin making him feel disgusting.
Leon shuddered, his body hitting the bed hard as Zeno released him, cum pooling on his lower back. The man sighed blissfully, fingers running through it before coming down to Leon's ass. He shied away, unable to handle anything more.
"Leon," Zeno warned, nails digging into Leon's skin.
"No more," Leon forced out, forcing himself to roll over and oh, that hurt. "I can't. I'm tapping out."
Zeno stared at him for a moment, as though confused, then immediately pulled back, wiping his fingers across the sheets. They were soiled already — what did it matter if he worsened the matter?
"Too much for you?" He asked, tugging Leon up the bed. Leon hissed as weight resettled, Zeno's fingers delicate as they began to undo the ties.
"Too much," Leon agreed. "I can't— look, I'm not as young as I used to be. And I don't have any fancy viruses in me."
"Too much, then," Zeno agreed, pulling Leon's wrists from behind his back, keeping them bound in front of him. He hesitated, then released the man.
"Stay," he warned the man, rising from the bed. Leon watched him go, eyes dipping from Zeno's bare back to the taper of his waist.
Already, the endorphins of sex were dying off, bleeding out of his pores and leaving him an exhausted mess.
It really had been too much for him. Zeno's appetite was insatiable. He'd thought (hoped) to sate him in other methods than just riding him until he broke.
He'd thought he was a little more capable of not breaking so easily.
It was embarassing, even, seeing just how his stamina had waned in his years. He supposed it was only a matter of time. After all, no one remained a spry twenty-something year old with limitless stamina forever.
It had been nothing but the adrenaline keeping him going in Raccoon City. If it wasn't for adrenaline (and Elpis) that mission would have been the end of him.
He supposed it was only a matter of time before something took him out in the field. The dip in stamina was just a hint to his waning physical condition.
His face felt hot, eyes pricking. Leon swore to himself he wouldn't cry over this, as much as his body seemed desperate to betray him.
Zeno returned then, frowning.
"Mr. Kennedy," he chided.
"Don't wear it out," Leon retorted.
Zeno knelt before him, damp washcloth in hand. Yellow eyes found his own blues, the expression on his face unreadable for a moment.
"Five is a high number," he finally said. "Even a younger man would struggle for that without intervention. Four is impressive."
Leon turned his face away as the washcloth began to sweep over his skin. "It's not about—" He cut himself off, unsure what to say. Did he even want to admit it to Zeno of all people?
"Can you just untie me?" He finally grouched, thrusting his wrists before Zeno.
Zeno leaned in, dipping so his lips could press against the pulse point before him, eyes flicking up to him.
"You're thinking about your body failing you," he guessed.
"What are you, a mind-reader?" Leon scowled. "I'm not."
"You are," Zeno replied, bidding him shift so he could swipe cum away from Leon's back. "You have an expressive face. You've been upset since we stopped. I walked away too soon. And now you are thinking about the fact that you could not maintain an erection for a fourth round."
"You're projecting."
"I am not the one pouting," Zeno replied, casting the cloth aside. Deft fingers undid the binds around Leon's wrists, tugging the man against him. His legs quivered, barely able to hold him. Zeno adjusted his grip before sweeping the man off his feet (quite literally) to carry him to the bathroom. Leon squawked indignantly before settling (grumpily) into Zeno's grasp.
Zeno's bathroom, much like the rest of his penthouse, was clearly expensive. The black tiles emitted a level of warmth that he could feel when his feet touched them, Zeno leaning over to adjust settings on the bathtub before ushering Leon in.
The warm water felt like a balm against his skin. Perhaps more soothing, though, was Zeno's body against his own as the man slid in behind him, pulling Leon's back against his chest.
"I don't need you to cuddle me," he snapped, though his shoulders almost immediately untensed. Lips pressed against the T-virus scars on his neck, something in him feeling warm and melted at the sensation.
"I actually do," Zeno replied, resting his chin against his shoulder. "It's good for endorphin drops."
Leon huffed, though he closed his eyes, practically purring as Zeno began to run fingers soothingly through his hair.
Lips pressed against his shoulder, a soft murmur bidding him to rest finally letting him settle against the man behind him.
Leon was asleep by the time the water ran cold.