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A shuddering breath breaks past parted lips as he moves to accept the heavy, thick fingers that rest against his tongue. Leon hums and swallows roughly as he lets his tongue drench them in saliva. The length in his guts is hot but in a pleasant sort of way, but it just sits there inside of him as he quakes and leans back against the monster that has him braced against the metal bars.
The stench of dead flesh and drying blood makes him wrinkle his nose, but he can’t give an ounce more thought to the decimated walking corpses that his companion had destroyed on his way to Leon’s side. He sucks gloveless fingers until X seems too annoyed to continue with such ministrations and slides them out of the human’s plush mouth with a loud pop.
X trails his slick hand over Leon’s chest and to his stomach where the tyrant’s hot length forces Leon’s abdomen out around it. He strokes over that space, stimulating his erection from outside of Leon’s pliant body; it’s driving the blond mad.
“It’s okay,” he breathes, “I’m not that breakable.”
In hindsight, perhaps he shouldn’t have said that.
X grips him tightly by the hips and drags his length out tortuously slowly, watching with sharp, silver eyes as the bulge disappears. Leon moans listlessly at the loss, only to squeal as it’s thrusted back inside with little regard to how much his walls cling to the rod piercing his insides.
Time slips away through small periods of black outs. One second, he’s clinging to the bars on the cell door, and the next, he’s bent nearly in half with his hands reaching towards the floor as X fucks him senseless. He’s drooling and mewling with desire as he’s held aloft by the hands still gripping his hips and the large prick that’s filling up his colon.
He coughs at a particularly hard thrust that drives the air from his lungs. X is cumming inside of him, and his stomach bulges with the heavy press of semen. He grabs ahold of X’s right leg, trying to keep himself steady as the weight presses into his legs and reminds him that he’s getting bigger and bigger.
The blunt head is pressed directly into his prostate, making him whine and cry out though wheezing breaths. He’s going to… He’s going to…
He passes out again.
Heavy stomps wake Leon back up, and he watches through bleary eyes as they step out into the parking lot, leaving the girls behind. He should feel bad, but… His gaping hole oozes semen down his naked legs, and he groans into X’s coat. He’s so tired; perhaps a little nap before he tries to reason with X to bring him back.