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Leo's sweats slide down his hips and reveal tight black briefs and glorious white thighs. The briefs are bulging in the most tempting way, but Joe's eyes are drawn to Leo's skin again. The contrast of the two extremes is fucking gorgeous and Joe nearly forgets he's trying to undress Leo and pauses with the sweatpants still around Leo's knees. It's only Leo's squirming and wiggling that reminds him, and he mutters an apology and finishes pulling the sweats down Leo's calves and over the feet. He's careful with the one, avoiding the bandage, and when he looks back up at Leo he receives a smile in return for his caution.
"You, también," Leo says thickly, running a hand down his chest to grip his waistband and shake it before pointing at Joe. His feet are flat on the bed, thighs spread slightly, toes curling into the sheets. "Ropa, eh." One palm presses against the bulge in his briefs and he murmurs, "Rápidamente, yes?"
Joe knows that phrase, at least. And he is quick to obey, although he's not sure it looks in any way elegant as he nearly topples over while doing so. He pulls off his own blue underwear, groaning in relief as the pressure on his cock eases, and kicks them in the same direction as his discarded clothing. He can't help fisting his cock a few times, giving it a few slow pumps as he stares at Leo waiting on the bed.
Leo's eyes are darker now, if that's even possible, and his cheeks are still pink with arousal. He's biting his lower lip and *there*, there's the tip of a tongue peeking out for a moment before disappearing again. His gaze travels down Joe's body eagerly, lingering on Joe's cock and he must like what he sees, because he meets Joe's eyes again and then puts his hands up above his head. And spreads his legs open wider in welcome. "Sí, Joe," Leo whispers.
Joe kneels up on the bed, focusing extremely hard on keeping his cool. But it's so difficult with Leo spread out like a goddamn wet dream beneath him. Still, his fingers smooth over Leo's knees and then up his thighs, finding that waistband and pulling when Leo lifts up to help. Joe wants to actually laugh at how difficult it is, getting the briefs off Leo's ass in the back while maneuvering around his erect cock in the front. But then they're sliding the fabric down Leo's thighs and Joe throws them over his shoulder without looking where they land.
"Muy, muy lindo," Joe breathes, watching the fat red cock quiver against Leo's belly. It's hard and leaking and the glistening precum makes Joe lick his lips in appreciation. "What do you want me to do?" he asks hoarsely, hands going back to Leo's thighs and rubbing slowly up and then back down, teasing the inner softness before trailing back to somewhere less dangerous. His own cock is throbbing between his legs, and he nearly grinds against the mattress as he waits for Leo's answer.
"Want...," Leo says, falling silent like he's not sure of the words. Finally, he reaches down to Joe and traces a finger over Joe's lips. Joe opens his mouth a touch, and Leo presses the finger in the tiniest bit. At the first brush of Joe's tongue, Leo nods shakily, his chest heaving. "Want," he repeats, withdrawing his finger to trace Joe's lips again.
"You want my mouth?" Joe asks, more than happy to oblige. "Want me to suck you off?" he asks with amusement. He leans down closer to Leo's cock, breathing hotly over it and watching it twitch with glee. His mouth is watering and he knows he's going to enjoy this. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asks, the endearment slipping out without much thought.
Leo's only reaction is to move his hand to Joe's head and thread through Joe's hair. It's nearly a caress. Then he raises an eyebrow and tugs, pushing Joe's head down like he wants to be perfectly clear where he wants it. "Mouth. Yes. Want!" Leo says again, this time louder and insistently, even as Joe grins up at him.
"It's fucking hot when you get all riled up," Joe says, looking up at Leo through his lashes. His hands slide up Leo's chest and he thumbs those tiny pink nipples just to watch Leo's breath hitch, even while he exhales over Leo's erection to tease again. It's so funny that Leo has a huge dick and a plush ass and then has such tiny tits. So he moves his thumbs back and forth, before pinching lightly, enjoying how sensitive they are--how Leo gasps in pleasure. "I've never enjoyed it more than I am right now."
Leo mutters something under his breath then that Joe doesn't catch.
"You're not very bossy on the pitch," Joe says when he begrudgingly leaves Leo's nipples and slides his palms back down Leo's body. He fingers a mole that decorates Leo's side with a smile, noting that Leo certainly can't compete with his own, before dipping his forefinger into Leo's belly button. "Rarely lose your cool. Always so calm and collected... But this is a different side to you isn't it? I never would have guessed you'd be like this." Even though he knows there's no way Leo's going to understand all of this, he likes watching the way Leo's brow furrows as he tries.
Leo hand is still on Joe's head, fingers threaded through his hair, and after a few seconds he tugs again. "Mouth. Yes," Leo repeats, raising his chin in challenge as he nearly pushes Joe's face into his cock. And when Joe looks at him to laugh, Leo smiles brightly. "El dictador," he grins widely.
Joe does laugh then. "That's true," he admits. "Some of them do call you a dictator, don't they?" He looks up at Leo through his lashes and then licks a stripe up Leo's cock. Leo immediately hisses in the best way, and Joe savors the taste of salt on his tongue. "You like being in charge, eh? Like giving orders? How many of them have you had do this, I wonder?" he says, mainly to himself.
And then he gets to work.