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They’ve been out of Valdelobos for weeks. Leon isn’t sure what he expected to happen, but it wasn’t them being quarantined together. Leon’s doing paperwork and resting as best as he can, recovering from the effects of having the plagas removed from his system. Luis is… well, he isn’t sure, actually. They don’t talk about it. Leon thinks he’s still trying to decide what to do next. It shouldn’t be as comfortable as it is.
It’s odd, to trust someone so much. He doesn’t like to think too hard about it, especially when it makes his eyes sting and his chest tighten like it does. But… he does. Despite his misgivings, he trusts Luis. It’s probably a fucking awful idea. He’d never tell Luis this, either. Wouldn’t want it to go to his already inflated ego.
Leon’s gotten himself into a lot of weird situations. Like, a lot. And maybe it says something about him that it’s weirder to willingly have his back turned on someone and relax in their presence than it is for him to see the dead spring back to life.
And yet, here he is. Chin propped up on a pillow and shirt set to the side, laying here and waiting for Luis to decide what to do first.
“I can help you relax, if you like,” Luis had smiled, cocking an eyebrow at Leon just a few minutes before. Leon had promptly felt his face heat up, far too used to the other man’s constant mildly teasing and suggestive remarks. He had stared back at Luis’s easy grin for a moment, considering.
“Uh…” He had muttered eloquently, blinking at Luis before darting his gaze away from the other man to consider.
“A massage, prince charming. People tell me I have… how do you say it? Magic hands. Magic fingers,” Luis helpfully elaborated with a grin. Oh.
Oh. That’s what he meant. That is… not the meaning Leon would have assumed. And part of him is still embarrassed at the fact that he was genuinely considering it when he thought Luis was suggesting something much dirtier. Whatever.
He had hesitated at first, but the more he thought about it. The more he craved someone touching him in a nonthreatening way. And, god help him, he trusts Luis.
So he had nodded.
And now he’s here.
With Luis’s hands still not on him, he’s about to pick his head up and turn around, wondering if, somehow, he had misinterpreted the other man’s words and it was a joke after all.
Then there’s a hand lightly petting through the hair at the nape of his neck, and he has to resist shivering at the sheer comfort of the touch. Luis hums thoughtfully.
“I will be right back, carino.” Luis tells him, and with that Luis is leaving through the door to the bathroom down the hall, Leon props himself up on his elbows.
Luis isn’t gone for long, coming back with a tall bottle in his hands. Oil, of some kind, from the looks of it.
“What’s that for?” Leon asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Luis smiles at him softly.
“Just want to do this right, is all.” Luis tells him, and the bed dips under his weight as he sits down next to Leon. It’s weirdly nice. He hasn’t had someone put this much thought into his comfort for a long time.
“Oh,” is all Leon can think to say. Luckily, Luis doesn’t seem to notice his internal struggle. He just pats the bed next to Leon’s pillow, sitting back and popping the lid on the bottle with a satisfying click.
“Lay down for me, yeah?” Luis asks, pouring the liquid into his hands and rubbing it between them to warm it up. It smells like coconut. Leon sighs and plants his chin back on his pillow, turning around into the bed again.
And then Luis’s hands are back on his neck, and he practically melts. He lets out a low hum at the first non-grazing touch, when Luis’s fingers press into the tense muscle at the back of his neck and smooth down to his shoulders.
He doesn’t remember the last time someone did this for him. Or even anything similar. Luis’s touch feels like heaven. The gentle scrape of calluses on his hands through the oil only makes Leon want to push back into his touch further, sink into him and disappear.
He lets out a deep sigh as Luis’s thumbs press into a knot in his muscles where his shoulders meet his neck, feeling his eyelids droop contentedly. He isn’t tired- not really. But the sheer comfort of the touch is getting to him. Luis let’s out a little laugh at Leon’s sigh, taking extra time to rub all the tension out of that spot.
It feels so good to be touched like this. Luis is practically on top of him, and yet he’s still relaxed.
Luis stretches further to get the other side of his back and makes a disgruntled noise, shifting around and slinging a thigh over Leon’s legs so he can better reach his shoulders. It really shouldn’t be making Leon’s breath hitch.
He’s practically sitting on the back of Leon’s thighs.
“This alright?” Luis asks, smoothing his hands down Leon’s bare back to press into a tense muscle just under his shoulder blades. Leon swallows, hoping Luis hadn’t felt his breath stutter. It’s not that he’s not okay with this. Quite the opposite. Discomfort isn’t what makes his heart beat a little faster.
But he’s not exactly about to tell Luis hey, you should stop because it feels too good or hey, I know you probably can’t turn very well because of the literal stab wound in your back, but you straddling my thighs like this is giving my body the wrong idea.
Maybe he’s touch starved.
Fuck, he’s touch starved.
Intimacy without sex has never really been a thing he’s experienced. And, as much as it pains him to admit. Luis is very attractive.
Heat pools in his gut.
He nods a little bit in response to Luis. “Yeah… this is nice,” he admits, even as his face flushes more red at the feeling of Luis’s legs pressed against his own. They’re so close. God.
He’s glad he can tilt his chin down, bury his face in his pillow to hide his reaction. Maybe if he just takes deep breaths, focuses on relaxing into the firm but gentle touch wringing every ounce of tension out of his body… maybe Luis won’t notice. This can just be a normal massage.
And, for a while, he almost thinks it’s going to work.
Minutes pass with Luis kneading the muscle of Leon’s back with his hands, pressing into sore spots and listening carefully for every time Leon hums or sighs at his touches, paying extra attention and care to those places.
He’s just about calmed down, managing to forget about the rather… intimate… position they’re in. His eyelids are drooping again in pleasure, and he’s virtually given up on trying to hide his content sighs of enjoyment.
And then Luis presses on a particularly sore spot on his lower back- it’s where he had strained a muscle fighting a group of ganados, if he remembers right. Leon lets out a muffled moan into the pillow. He’s had worse, and it feels good too, to an extent. What really gets him is the way the noise makes Luis shift almost imperceptibly on top of him, letting out a harsh exhale through his nose like he’s trying to keep his composure.
Oh, Leon thinks, almost giddy with it. Maybe Luis is just as affected as he is.
Of course, Leon manages to fuck up the moment. Because when has a good thing ever lasted for him. Luis’s hand shifts just slightly, traces over the raised knotted line of a knife scar, and he flinches. He can’t help it. It’s in his head, but the phantom pain of torn flesh is still so sensitive in his mind. It feels like Luis touched a live wire.
Luis’s hands are gone instantly , sitting back and raising himself slightly off of Leon so he can move if he wants to. Leon appreciates the sentiment, but doesn’t budge. Has already gotten over it. He’s upset now, sure, but that has less to do with the reflex and more to do with the fact that he’s managed to lose the feeling of Luis against his skin. He’s cursing himself for not bracing himself better. Not steeling his mind against the flinch.
His eyes burn. He doesn’t want to lose this. He doesn’t want to lose Luis.
And he knows the jump is ridiculous, but it makes him think of Luis almost bleeding out in front of him, alone in the dark with a lit cigarette and blood pooling in the corner of his mouth.
There and then gone, so fast it’s dizzying.
He blinks rapidly, swallowing down the emotion that rises in his throat and feeling a hot tear trace down his cheek and land on the pillow below him. He hears murmured words from the Spaniard behind him, and sits up to try to rid himself of the urge to cry. Blinks at Luis and finds nothing but concern in his eyes.
Somehow it stings more than if it had been disgust.
“Hey, hey,” Luis murmurs, reaching out a hand and then seeming to think better of it. Fuck. He knew he fucked this up. A fresh wave of fear claws down his throat. “Are you alright, Leon? We can stop if it’s too much,” Luis offers. Leon rapidly shakes his head, feeling like an idiot but not trusting his voice enough to speak.
Luis doesn’t look reassured in the slightest, and Leon can’t blame him. He takes a breath, swipes an elbow over his face, and tries again. “No, it’s not you,” he starts. That sounds stupid. What is he supposed to say? I don’t know what id do if you left me again?
Instead, he takes another breath, calming down slightly. “I haven’t been touched like this in… a long time,” he says instead. It hurts a bit to admit. More than he thought it would. It hurts less than the alternative, though.
“Oh, querido,” Luis’s furrowed eyebrows soften. The endearment is smooth as honey, no hesitation between the words he speaks. He reaches a hand out, and Leon doesn’t flinch this time. “I want to make sure you never have to go that long without comfort again. I’m here. As long as you’ll have me, I’m here.”
Leon thinks he would take anything the man gave him and more. Wants to brand the shape of his hands onto his skin. Luis’s fingertips brush a tear away from Leon’s cheek, only really succeeding in smearing oil into the skin there. Still. It’s a nice thought.
Luis’s words shouldn’t make him feel as much as they do. They’re much too sweet. For this, for him. For whatever it is they are. And yet he feels… safe. He’s almost tempted to lean forward, bury his face in Luis’s shoulder and lean on him. This gentle calm between them, the unspoken trust that comes with going through hell with someone, is so nice.
Leon sighs, relaxing slightly as his breathing steadies again. He tips his face toward Luis’s hand, trying to show him he still wants his touch. Trying to show him how much he appreciates the kind words, although he’s completely lost for his own.
“I mean it,” Luis assures, and Leon relaxes into him fully. And then there are warm fingers carding through his hair, the press of stubble against his forehead, and a kiss being planted on the top of his head. It doesn’t feel real, which is maybe why he doesn’t react until Luis stiffens like he’s realizing what he just did.
Leon freezes for a moment, face turning red again and heart beating quicker in his chest. He blinks, mulls it over in his mind, and decides he’s been through too much to not savor moments like this. Maybe Luis wants Leon just as much as Leon wants him.
Luis pulls away slightly, eyes searching. He looks like he’s about to apologize.
“…Can you do that again?” Leon asks, voice coming out a bit hoarse. His breath hitches near the end, almost regretting it as soon as the words come out of his mouth.
Luis instantly relaxes at the words, pressing closer eagerly and burying his face in Leon’s hair, planting another kiss on his head as his hands come up to tangle through Leon’s blonde locks, holding him tight but not pulling.
“Of course,” Luis whispers into his head. And then, even softer, “of course. Haría cualquier cosa que me pidieras, amor.”
I’d do anything you asked.
Leon’s heart feels like it’s in his throat.
Suddenly, it’s kind of funny. He exhales sharply, not missing how close the whole column of Luis’s neck is to his lips. He wants to kiss down it, feel the scratchy stubble against his face.
He’s feeling so much at once it’s like every nerve is exposed, bared raw. He wants Luis so much it’s sickening.
But he can’t very well say that, so he just quirks an eyebrow even though Luis can’t see it, lets his lips lilt up in a smirk. “Anything?” He teases instead.
Luis hums out a laugh, pulling back so he can look into Leon’s eyes. His own sparkle with mischief, but more than that there’s a challenge there.
“You want to test that theory, principe?” Luis asks instead. Their faces are so close he can feel the tickle of Luis’s hair against his cheek. Could reach out and bump his forehead against the other man’s affectionately, press their noses together. He kind of wants to.
The way Luis is looking at him makes his breathing quicken.
“…Maybe I do,” Leon murmurs after a moment of hesitation. Every touch of Luis’s hands carding through his hair is sending chills up his spine.
He wants more so badly. Heat pooling in his gut with every little touch and look. He wants Luis , and admitting that to himself feels like freedom.
“You got something planned?” Luis jokes, leaning closer to sigh happily into Leon’s hair, then pressing another light kiss to the top of his head. Leon’s heart feels too big for his chest.
“If you don’t mind,” Leon says, leaning further into the touch. He wants so much more than just light touches and laying together. He moves a little, arching his back to press his body into Luis’s and shifting closer. He just has to show Luis how much he wants this.
“Oh, no, by all means Sancho,” Luis murmurs, lips brushing the shell of Leon’s ear and voice dropping low. He squeezes at Leon’s hips, arms wrapping tighter around him. “Do tell.”
Leon lets out a puff of breath at the feeling of Luis’s hands on his hips, stomach fluttering with nerves and want. “Want you,” he murmurs. It doesn’t encompass it at all, so he presses closer to make his point, brushing his lips against Luis’s in a light kiss.
They’re so soft, parting beneath his own easily and welcoming as Leon tips his head to deepen it, letting out a low hum of pleasure and practically crawling onto Luis’s lap to be closer to him.
“I want you too,” Luis chuckles when the kiss breaks. Leon might be offended at the clear teasing in his voice at Leon’s vague words, but his train of thought is broken as Luis grips his hips harder, pulls Leon’s body closer to his own. Leon feels like his skin is burning.
Suddenly aware of being shirtless while the other man is fully clothed, he fists his hand in the collar of Luis’s shirt and tugs slightly.
“Take this off?” He asks, and Luis doesn’t even hesitate. He sits back, pulls the shirt over his head and discards it to the side. He looks like he’s practically preening at the attention as Leon’s eyes travel heavy over every inch of exposed skin.
It’s so different than what he’s used to. Luis is gorgeous- there’s no denying that. He’s all lean muscle and tanned skin, soft dark hair making a line all the way from his chest to where his skin disappears into his jeans. It’s fucking mouth watering. He wants to feel it all- every inch.
He reaches a hand out and runs it over one of Luis’s pecs, smiling softly at the way Luis twitches a bit like he’s ticklish. The hair is soft as he runs his fingers over Luis’s skin, thick and so different from his own body. Leon knows he’s staring, but Luis seems like he’s reveling in the attention, so he can’t bring himself to care. He decides he quite likes it.
He leans forward, presses hot kisses down Luis’s chest, and feels Luis’s hands come up to tangle in his hair again. Luis hums in appreciation, arching his back and tensing and relaxing his muscles as Leon trails his hand down his stomach, feeling over firm muscle. He presses his hand flat to Luis’s lower stomach, heat radiating from the other man’s skin. He’s half drunk on it.
“That’s it…” Luis sighs as Leon introduces the barest hint of teeth, wondering if it would be hard to leave a mark on Luis’s skin. Wondering if Luis would mind. Personally, it would be nice to have a mark left on his body from something that wasn’t trying to kill him, for once.
Luis’s words make a possessive jolt rip down his spine. He shifts, feeling his cock press against the confines of his pants and boxers. They feel suddenly too tight, too hot.
The hands in his hair tighten, not really guiding him or pulling but holding him close. He feels like he could get lost in this, the feeling of Luis’s skin on his own. He can feel Luis’s heartbeat faintly under his lips, and it makes him want even more. He doesn’t know if he has the patience to take this slow.
He lets his hands drop lower, hooking a finger into the waistband of Luis’s jeans and resting his hands there. One of Luis’s hands drops to cup the buckle of his belt, which would probably look stupid if it wasn’t also making Leon drool a little bit. He looks up into Luis’s face, hoping some of the want is conveyed on his face. Apparently, it is. Luis is smirking at him like he looks pathetic. It shouldn’t be sending heat rushing so fast to his dick.
“You want more?” Luis teases. Cheesy fucker. Leon rolls his eyes, sitting back and looking at Luis, barely keeping eye contact before his eyes dip back down to the bulge straining obscenely against the fabric of Luis’s jeans.
“Obviously,” Leon huffs.
Luis undoes his belt, and Leon’s fingers find their way to his zipper, almost trance- like. He fumbles with it for a minute- stupid too tight pants- but eventually gets it undone, tugging them down over Luis’s hips.
Luis helps him shuck his pants off. Leon knew, on some level, that Luis was just as into this as he was. Still. To have visceral proof, Luis hard and wanting in front of him…
He swallows hard. It hits him all at once, and he lets out a shaky breath as his face flushes a deeper shade of red.
Luis wraps a hand around his cock, lips parting around a sigh after getting some relief. Leon wants to devour him. Yeah, he’s definitely into this. Carnal need surges in his veins at the sight. Luis is uncut with a pretty curve upwards. Fuck, he wants Luis’s cock in his hand instead. Maybe his mouth.
“Cmon, pretty boy, you too,” Luis encourages him, moving his hands toward the waistband of Leon’s pants. Pretty boy. He’s been called that before, but never positively. Never the way Luis says it, like he means it as a compliment. It makes him want to squirm with a mixture of embarrassment and lust.
He slowly undoes the belt of his pants, tugging them down his thighs and feeling embarrassment rush through him at Luis’s eyes immediately on him. His cock aches at the attention.
Fuck, he’s so worked up already. There’s a slight wet patch smeared against where the head of his cock tents the thin material of his underwear.
He takes a breath and tugs his briefs down too. He’s never been particularly conscious about his body before, but Luis is really staring now, hand sliding down to run the backs of his knuckles teasingly down the length of Leon’s cock.
Leon twitches at the stimulation, canting his hips forward with a needy little sigh. He just wants to be touched properly. Doesn’t care if Luis fucking breaks him as long as he can feel his touch.
“Big boy, aren’t you?” Luis hums, eyes still glued to where Leon is hard and wanting. Leon muffles a whine at the words, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. Its fucking embarrassing. More than that, though, it feels good to have his body so clearly appreciated and desired.
When Luis’s hand wraps around his length more firmly, he chokes back a gasp. His body jolts. Suddenly, this all feels more real. Luis’s hand is still slick from the oil, making the slide easy. His touch is experimental, languid and slow. Like he wants to find out every little thing that unravels Leon. As Leon’s lips part around a noise Luis leans in and kisses him again. He’s practically breathless but leans into it anyway, kissing Luis back hard and surging forward.
By the time they part for air his chest burns with the need to breathe, letting out little pants against Luis’s lips. He wraps his arms clumsily around Luis’s neck, using his shoulders for support as his hips buck forward in an effort to get Luis to speed up.
Luis looks half entranced at his every movement and shaky breath. It makes Leon’s ears burn with embarrassment. His heartbeat quickens in his throat, and he closes his eyes.
“Chico precioso, eres tan bonito, mi amor,” Luis breathes against his lips, and Leon’s eyes fly open again. Luis knocks his forehead gently against Leon’s, meeting his gaze with eyes blown out with want. Leon whimpers. He swears he can feel the low purr of Luis’s voice. It makes blood rush to his dick.
Luis’s eyes break contact with his and dart down to the head of Leon’s cock squeezed tight in his fist. Precum flows from the tip, mixing with the oil and making the slide easier.
“Fuck, Luis, I- ” Leon gasps. He has a second of hot shame flood through him as he hears himself speak. As he sees himself leak in Luis’s hand. “God. Keep talking.”
Luis’s eyes glitter with amusement, but he generously doesn’t tease Leon for it. He just leans closer and presses a kiss followed by a bite to the skin under Leon's jaw. Warmth floods through him at the action.
“Vas a estar gritando mi nombre cuando termine contigo, querido. I’m going to devour you.”
Leon’s head spins. He grits his teeth and his head falls back, immediately picking it back up when he feels Luis’s hand leave him.
Don’t stop, he thinks, and he’s about to voice it when he sees the look on Luis’s face.
Luis is shifting back, settling between Leon’s thighs and spreading them with his hands. It feels rightly obscene to be on display like this. He knows he’s stronger than Luis, technically. But there’s something about letting Luis push him around wherever he wants him… it makes need curl low in his belly.
He muffles a whine, taking his lip between his teeth and staring down at Luis with flustered anticipation.
Luis flashes him a quick smirk before that clever tongue pokes out, kitten licking around the head of Leon’s cock. Half of Leon wants to cover his face at the overwhelming feeling, close his eyes and pretend he’s somewhere else so maybe he doesn’t come embarrassingly quickly. The other half wouldn’t give up this sight for the world.
Luis takes Leon’s length into his hand, pumping his cock in short little strokes as he leans forward to lick a stripe up the side, tongue flattened hot and wet against him.
Leon swallows and curls his fists into the sheets beneath him, eyes falling closed as he tries to hold back his noises. He’s not doing a very good job of it. Especially when he feels wet heat envelop the tip of his dick and blinks open his eyes to see Luis taking him into his mouth.
His chest rises and falls faster and his hips rock forward, chasing that delicious feeling. Luis expertly takes him deeper, blinking up at Leon with want in his eyes and moving his hand further down Leon’s cock to take more of him into his mouth.
He feels like he’s coming undone. His inhibitions are out the window. He could be anywhere in the world right now- all he can focus on is Luis between his thighs, undoing him with each little suck and stroke. It has his fingers curling into the bed beneath him white knuckled and his vision going hazy.
And he can see Luis’s hand slip down from where it had held his thighs open, curl around his own cock. Can feel the vibration of Luis’s moan against his skin, so sensitive it makes him twitch.
Luis is so hard he’s leaking now. Looks up at Leon with eyes so dark he feels like he could fall into them and drown. God, he wants Luis.
Even after everything, his mind is still a syrupy mantra of more, more, more.
Luis’s tongue is heaven, but he wants… wants to feel the other man’s cock. Wants to touch him in return. Wants Luis to ruin him for everyone else, fuck him until he’s sobbing his name.
Needs to feel his body pressed close to Leon’s own, pushing into Leon as he takes him any way he likes.
“Luis, god… fuck. Fuck me. Please,” He manages, voice hushed and rough with want. He’s beyond caring if he sounds desperate.
Luis pulls away from him with an audible slurp, the noise somehow serving to make Leon flush even more. Jesus Christ. Luis is going to kill him at this rate.
He immediately misses the warmth of Luis’s mouth.
“Are you sure?” Luis asks him, though he’s already eying Leon like he’s mapping out the best way to take him apart. The question sounds a bit surprised, but not opposed. He can see the way Luis squeezes himself and takes a breath like he’s trying to hold back.
“Please.” Leon says again. “Need to feel you… fuck. I want you so bad. Want you in-in me. Want you to fucking wreck me .” He snaps his mouth shut before he can somehow say something even filthier than that, blinking down at Luis and waiting for his response. Luis lets out a little breath like he’s enthralled, staring up at Leon with pure desire in his eyes.
“Of course, mi principe,” Luis says, and for once he sounds a little breathless too. He reaches for the oil again, fumbling with the cap now that his fingers are slippery and pouring enough onto his hands that they’re practically dripping with it.
Leon spreads his thighs further. Because if he ever had any shame left in him, it’s long since been banished by searing touches and dark eyes.
When Luis traces a slick finger around his rim, hitching one of Leon’s knees up for better access, he does his best to relax into the mattress. It helps that he’s already so pliant from the massage and having his dick sucked that he’s practically melting.
Luis’s fingers feel different than his own. Unpredictable, for one. And less thick but longer. So when Luis stretches him open with two fingers all at once he has to muffle a gasp, cheeks heating up as his eyes flutter closed.
“Look at you, eres el pecado hecho carne. Taking my fingers so well.”
Leon’s back arches against the mattress as Luis’s fingers skim over a spot that makes him see stars, an obscene little moan escaping from his mouth at the touch. His thighs clench hard around Luis, trying to draw him in closer.
Luis, ever observant, immediately zeroes in on the spot. He presses a soothing kiss to Leon’s inner thigh, making his cock jump at the action, before pressing his fingers into it harder and rubbing. Leon can’t contain his whine this time, wrecked and strung out.
And then Luis mouths over the tip of his dick again and his hands fly out of the sheets- one to slap over his own mouth and the other to fist tightly in Luis’s hair, tugging without a goal. It’s so much. It’s too much, really.
He can’t think and his body can’t decide which way it wants to go, sending a tremble through his thighs. He loves it. Could get lost in this forever.
Damn, he knew Luis had to be skilled with that sharp tongue and skilled fingers. But he’s not going to last at this rate.
While he’s distracted with the tongue flattened against the head of his cock another finger slips into him, stretching him obscenely.
He loosens the squeeze of his thighs around Luis, spreading them further and tossing his head back against the bed as he tries to rut down onto Luis’s fingers. The stretch is uncomfortable for a moment, but he breathes through it until Luis curls his fingers up and presses into his prostate and the feeling slowly fades back into pleasure again.
And he’s impatient. Feeling Luis’s fingers in him is incredible, but he wants to know what the man’s cock feels like, stretching him open to take his whole length. He can imagine it, wants it so bad his eyes are rolling back at the thought.
“ Luis,” he starts, and then immediately loses his train of thought as Luis’s fingers curl just right, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body and cutting off his words. He pants and tries again. “Luis, fuck , I’m… just fuck me already. I’m not going to… nnh… not going to last like this” he finally manages.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Luis murmurs, almost to himself. “Never expected you to be so eager for it, though. Still. I’m not complaining, Prince Charming,”
And the words make Leon burn. Luis’s clean hand stretches across his hip bone toward the base of his cock, flat pressure pinning him to the mattress.
Even though it’s what he wants, he smothers a whine when Luis tugs his fingers out of Leon, thighs clenching quickly around the other man on reflex to hold him close. He props himself up on his elbows, hair falling into his face. He’s sure he looks a wreck at this point, clenching around nothing and unable to even catch his breath enough to close his mouth. The tip of his dick is flushed pink where it rests against his stomach, so hard it almost hurts.
Luis is in a similar state. His eyes are dark as he fists his own dick, slicking himself up until he’s practically dripping. When Luis presses the head of his cock to Leon’s entrance, he had to fight the urge to close his eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by everything. He lets out a shaky breath as Luis presses in.
The stretch surprises him a bit, doing his best to relax. It’s so much thicker than his fingers, and the heat is different too.
His hands come up to hold onto Luis’s back as he’s filled, the sensation so deep he swears he can feel it in his stomach. He swallows hard as Luis’s hips finally meet his own, wrapping his legs around his waist and tugging him closer. Luis curses and the sound is so low and so close to his ear a full body shudder ripples through him.
His eyes are glassy as he stares up at Luis, fingers lightly digging into his shoulders.
“…big,” he manages. The cock-drunk comment makes Luis laugh, although he sounds out of breath himself.
“Yeah? I’m big?” And then he shifts, ripping a whine from Leon’s throat as he pulls back enough that the head of his cock is grinding right into his prostate. “Fuck. Look at you, taking me so well. Doing amazing,” Luis messily pets sweat sticky hair away from Leon’s cheek. He shifts back, looks down at where their bodies are connected, and Leon burns with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. “Nuestros cuerpos encajan perfectamente, mi amor.”
Leon’s too far gone to understand it. Luis could be calling him a fucking whore for all he knows right now, and he’d still beg him for more.
“Fuck,” he tosses his head back as his voice cracks on the word when Luis gives a slow roll of his hips, instantly regretting it because he can’t see the beautiful man above him. He dips his head forward again.
Luis’s lips are parted, hands digging hard into his thighs in concentration. Leon squeezes his thighs around him, pulling him forward harder. He wants Luis to wreck him. Use him for his own pleasure.
Luis lets out a surprised little noise but immediately goes with it, pulling out until he’s barely seated in Leon any more before slamming forward roughly. Leon’s nails dig hard into his shoulders before a brief moment of panic makes him remember Luis’s still sore wound, and he drops his hands to fist them in the sheets instead.
“So you like it rough then? Should have guessed,” Luis tells him. Leon can’t even decipher what that means right now but it makes him ache with want.
He curls his fingers into the sheets, wishing it was Luis’s skin instead but not wanting to hurt him. Next time, he tells himself, and for the moment the thoughts surprises him. He doesn’t think he could stand this only being a one time thing.
“ Luis,” he breathes, trying to voice the sudden swell of affection in his chest. It comes out wrecked and whimpered, but it makes Luis’s eyes darken and his hands dig into Leon’s hips with a renewed strength. Oh well. Win-win, really.
And then he can’t think much any more, his mouth hanging open and his thoughts spewing out in a series of fuck and yeah and luis.
He can barely hear himself. He can’t last much longer like this. Luis is so deep in him, he’s seeing stars. His back arches against the bed and his toes curl, trying to hang on for just a little longer.
Luis has other plans, it seems. One of his hands leaves Leon’s hip to wrap around his cock, jerking him off sloppily. His rhythm is faltering, and curses and praises Leon can’t even understand rumble off his tongue now.
“Come for me, mi vida.” Luis tells him in a rough tone, and Leon throws his head back and does just that. His insides tighten around Luis as he comes, voice breaking in a shaky moan.
Thick ropes of cum shoot across his stomach and chest, no doubt getting on Luis’s hand as well. He’s never had a cock inside him when he’s come before, but the pressure on his insides is incredible. Feeling Luis grind against him deep inside as he comes, his head is spinning. He swears he can’t see for a moment as the feeling utterly consumes him.
Luis let’s him ride it out, squeezing once at the base of Leon’s cock before he pulls out and wraps the hand around his own length, head falling as he jerks himself off furiously.
Leon jerks at the overstimulation of that final touch, and then let’s out a frankly embarrassing noise at the empty feeling, clenching around nothing.
He barely registers it as he looks at Luis, still trembling through the aftershocks as he sees Luis’s lips part in a rough moan as he comes, hips rocking through the feeling almost imperceptibly as he comes on Leon’s stomach.
He just pants for a moment, hand slowly working himself through it before he lets go and sits back, throat bobbing and eyes dropping closed as he comes down.
“Dios mio,” he finally breathes after a few moments.
“Yeah,” Leon agrees. He closes his eyes, sudden exhaustion sweeping through him. He trails a hand down, avoiding the mess all across his torso and feeling around his ass.
He swallows. He feels so fucked open it’s not even funny, used and spent beyond recognition. His lower half feels odd, shaky and trembling like when he tries to stand up his legs will be jelly.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
“All good, Sancho?” Luis asks, and he slowly opens his eyes again. He feels so sated it’s ridiculous, even this taking effort.
“Mmm,” he hums in response. “Yeah. I’m good. Think you fucked me into the mattress so hard I’m gonna have to stay here now, though.”
Luis laughs. It’s oddly comfortable, and it makes the corners of Leon’s mouth quirk up in a smile.
“I’ll be right back. You’re quite the mess, carino,” Luis tells him. He lets out a half hearted grunt of agreement.
Before he knows it Luis is back with a warm wet washcloth, gently wiping it over his skin to clean up their mess.
Between passes he leans forward and kisses the newly cleaned skin, gentle touches sending Leon reeling.
He jerks in overstimulation when Luis gets to his groin, but takes a breath and soon it’s over and the rag is set to the side. Luis settles next to him, reaching a hand out to play through Leon’s sweaty hair.
Leon blinks at him affectionately.
“You know, you never did finish giving me that massage.” He says.
Luis chuckles. “Well, I suppose we still have time, don’t we?”