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Leon stared at the sight before him and considered whether he was more sleep-deprived than he'd initially thought.
After a week-long mission, coming home to his apartment in the middle of the night and quietly opening his bedroom door, he’d expected to see nothing but darkness or at most a reading lamp that was left on by mistake.
Not a naked Spaniard handcuffed to the headboard and sprawled out on his bed.
“Buenas noches, querido,” Luis said, a way too smug smile on his face considering the situation. “Would you like to join me?”
Leon kept staring. The clock radio did indeed blink 2:30 AM, and there was no explanation for how Luis had managed to either handcuff himself or even know Leon was coming home at this hour.
Luis’ smile faltered as he sat up straighter on the bed. “Mi vida?” he asked, voice lowering into something more gentle. “We don’t have to; I only wanted to surprise you.”
“You surprised me, all right.” Leon felt the corner of his mouth pulling up in a smile. “Please tell me those aren’t my STRATCOM-issued handcuffs.”
Luis laughed and immediately relaxed back against the bed. “What can I say?” He winked. “I do so enjoy defiling government property.”
Leon huffed a laugh even as he started shucking off his weapons and armor.
“Mm,” Luis commented, licking his lips. “Such a dangerous man here in my bedroom. What will you do to me, agent?”
"Depends," Leon said. "Are you gonna be good for me?"
Luis' eyes darkened with lust—Leon had set the tone for the evening, and Luis looked to be on board.
"There's little I wouldn't do for you, cariño,” Luis murmured.
Leon knew all too well how much he meant it.
As far as the rest of the world was concerned, Luis Serra Navarro had died three years ago, in a village in northern Spain amidst the chaos that had been caused by the parasite he'd helped to develop.
For much of the first year, Leon had thought the very same thing. He could barely even remember getting back to the States and being awarded medal upon medal for returning Ashley safe and sound. He and Ashley were only alive because of Luis’ kindness, and a part of Leon had died right alongside Luis in that mineshaft. He’d grieved for months, drowning himself in work and alcohol to dull the pain.
Until a mysterious figure had appeared in front of his apartment complex. And as Leon caught a glimpse of that infuriating smirk he never thought he’d get to see again as Luis told him “A little red-dressed birdie said to tell you 'You're welcome' and 'You owe me big time'," it was only years of training that allowed him to calmly invite the man up for coffee instead of breaking down cursing and yelling right there in the street.
Leon scarcely even cared what strings Ada had pulled to get Luis out alive and without any paper trail to boot. For the past two years, Ada would contact them whenever she wanted them for something—usually Luis' knowledge, but sometimes Leon's STRATCOM intel—and both of them knew not to ask for further details. Leon was still shackled to the US government but after Raccoon City and Project Javier, he didn't have any illusions that he was working for the good guys. Ada wasn't much better but at least she'd given Luis a chance at redemption and given the world a brilliant scientist in the fight against B.O.W.s.
But most importantly, she'd given Leon back one of the few people he'd ever called a friend.
“Dios mío, you are such a tease,” Luis complained. He was straining against his handcuffs while Leon stripped slowly, lost in his thoughts. “I'm starting to regret chaining myself to the bed.”
Well. A lot more than a friend, these days.
“Oh, really?” Leon said, finally stepping out of his underwear. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice about touching my stuff.”
"Come here and touch my stuff and I may consider it," Luis shot back.
Leon rolled his eyes but crawled into bed to straddle Luis nonetheless, hips hovering over Luis' abdomen.
"Mm, now that is a lovely view," Luis teased, staring up at Leon with a cocky smile.
But after all this time, Luis no longer bothered to hide the pure adoration in his eyes and Leon no longer pretended that it didn’t make him want to kiss Luis every time he saw it.
And that was what he did even now, leaning down to claim warm lips in a steady kiss, not missing the way Luis eagerly tilted his head up to meet him halfway.
Leon’s fingers brushed through the silky soft strands of Luis’ hair. His hair had grown long in his self-inflicted exile in Leon’s apartment, and after one time when Leon had heard him grumbling that he’d chop it off with kitchen scissors, Leon had yanked Luis' head back by his hair and kissed him and kissed him until Luis got the memo and laughed, “Alright, alright, mi amor, the hair can stay.”
These days, Luis mostly kept his hair in a low ponytail or haphazard bun, especially when he worked: usually compiling his knowledge about parasites and dirt on Umbrella and leaking the documents anonymously online. Most evenings, Luis would sit by his desk and chew on the butt of a pen, loose strands of hair escaping the hairband and falling into his face while he ruminated on problems way beyond Leon's understanding.
Leon may or may not have interrupted numerous important research sessions by grabbing Luis’ pretty hair and guiding his head down to wrap that smart mouth around something much bigger than a pen. Coincidentally, those were some of the few times Luis agreed to take a break, so Leon saw it as a win-win.
This time, however, Luis’ hair was loose, and during the kiss Leon's fingers mapped out how the dark brown waves cascaded over Luis' naked shoulders.
Leon was already half-hard by the time he pulled away from the kiss. Luis leaned forward to chase after his lips, only to be stopped by his restraints.
"Not fair," Luis huffed, glaring at the handcuffs fastened over his head.
“You really didn’t think this through, did you?” Leon asked.
“I didn’t know it would be a three-hour event!” Luis said.
“Hmm,” Leon said, then thrust his hips forward so his hardening dick slid against Luis’ chest to get some friction. “I was thinking four hours.”
“Mierda,” Luis cursed, tugging on the handcuffs as he watched Leon’s erection slide between his pecs. “I forget what a demon you can be.”
Leon hummed and kept leisurely grinding against Luis’ chest, easily working himself to full hardness. His tip was already starting to leak and smeared pre-cum into Luis’ chest hair in filthy trails.
Luis groaned and arched into him, making Leon’s cock accidentally slide over his nipple. When that only made Luis moan louder, Leon did it again, this time deliberately.
“Oh, querido,” Luis murmured as Leon's wet cock toyed with his nipple. “Fuck me.”
“No,” Leon said.
Luis whined yet his hips shamelessly kicked up off the bed, betraying just how much he enjoyed the denial.
Leon loved when Luis got like this. The first few times a then-vanilla Leon had been asked to push Luis around in bed, the nights had mostly ended in both of them snickering at his terrible attempts at dirty talk or the spanking that wouldn't even hurt a fly. But after some time—and more than a few demonstrations from Luis—Leon realized that praise worked just as well as degradation and the promise of pleasure was often much more effective than the threat of pain.
Now they were at a stage where a tumble in the sheets could range from either of them getting roughly fucked against the nearest surface to simply laying back and getting pampered with sweet words and gentle touches. But after two weeks away from Luis on a shitty mission, Leon couldn't deny that this was exactly what he'd needed; he couldn't control where he was sent, how long he was gone, or even working for the damn government in the first place.
But here and now, he had full control of Luis' pleasure, and it was an intoxicating feeling.
“I wanna ride you,” Leon decided.
Luis cursed under his breath and his head fell back, thudding against the headboard. “You’ll be the death of me.”
“Not interested in getting you killed again,” Leon said before he thought better of it.
Luis’ face softened. “Mi corazon, we have been over this. It wasn’t your fault.”
Leon bit back an argument. They’d never agree on where the blame should be placed for that fateful day of Luis’ near-death. Leon didn’t think his guilt would ever truly disappear for having left an unconscious but not dead Luis in that horrible place, but at least he could make sure Luis never had to go through anything like that again.
“I'm just glad you're here,” Leon settled on. He leaned in for a kiss and cradled Luis’ head, fingers brushing gently through his long hair.
Luis moaned into it and sweetly kissed back, caressing Leon’s lips with his own and coaxing Leon’s tongue out to play. Arousal pooled heavy in Leon’s gut and he slipped his tongue between pliant lips, Luis making a deep sound of pleasure that shot straight to Leon's cock.
Luis wasn't the only one getting impatient.
Eager to move things along, Leon pulled away from the kiss and reached for the bedside table, only to notice that their favorite lube had already been conveniently placed on top of it. He cast Luis a pointed look and was met with a leer and Luis wagging his eyebrows.
Leon snorted. “Whore.”
“Ha!” Luis barked out a laugh. “Guilty as charged.”
Leon got back into position straddling Luis, lube now in hand. He squirted some on his fingers and unceremoniously reached behind himself, shoving a finger into his ass and grimacing at the feeling of wet and cold that came with room-temperature lube.
“Mmh, let me see,” Luis said, craning his neck to try to look around Leon.
Leon smiled faux-sweetly as he pushed in another finger. “No.”
Luis groaned, likely in frustration as much as arousal. He whimpered when Leon started moving his fingers, the wet squelch audible in their small bedroom.
“Please,” Luis said. “At least let me help.”
Leon shot an unimpressed stare at Luis’ restrained wrists.
“Yes, but…” Luis’ brow furrowed, before he perked up. “I still have a perfectly good tongue.” Luis winked and licked his lips and Leon’s fingers stuttered inside his own body.
He could vividly remember the times he'd gotten intimately acquaintanced with Luis’ tongue: either Luis quietly murmuring that he’d take care of him while kissing and licking at Leon's most intimate spots, or those other times, with Luis beautifully pliant under him as Leon held him down until Luis was practically sobbing, begging Leon to sit on his face—
Leon cleared his throat. “Another time.”
“Joder, at least give me a taste,” Luis pleaded. “Leonito is looking awfully neglected. You can multitask, can’t you, mi príncipe?”
Leon’s slightly flagging dick twitched in interest. “Fine.”
He shuffled closer until he was kneeling in front of Luis' face, cock jutting out towards his mouth. Luis craned his neck and pushed forward as much as his restraints allowed, moaning shamelessly once Leon fed him the tip of his cock.
Luis immediately started bobbing up and down the shaft, but Leon's hand tightened in his hair and pulled him off.
"Stop," Leon said as Luis whined in protest. "Stay still."
Luis visibly swallowed before nodding. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, hungry eyes never leaving Leon’s cock.
Leon didn’t even try to resist the temptation. He held Luis’ head steady by the roots of his hair and thrust his hips forward, deliberately missing his mark and sliding the head of his cock over Luis’ cheek to smear pre-cum on the skin.
Luis moaned but didn't move, just like Leon had ordered. That kind of obedience deserved a reward.
Leon’s thrust into the welcoming mouth was accompanied by a deep groan from Luis. He tightened his lips around Leon’s shaft and teased the underside with his tongue, making Leon forget himself and make a couple aborted thrusts into that incredible feeling of wet, tight and warm.
"Fuck, your mouth," Leon cursed.
Luis whimpered, his eyes having slipped shut as he eagerly sucked down Leon's cock in time with his thrusts, and Leon only then remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He shoved two still-slick fingers back inside his hole, a surprised moan falling from his lips at how much better it felt with Luis’ mouth pleasuring him at the same time.
Leon kept going at his leisure, shallowly fucking Luis' mouth with one hand gripping his hair and the other steadily pumping two fingers into himself. Every few thrusts, the head of his dick would slip out and smear more pre-cum over those pretty lips, making Luis' flushed face even more of a mess.
"Good job," Leon encouraged, angling his dick back inside Luis' mouth and finally pushing deep. "Now take it all."
Luis whined brokenly, throat working as he fought his gag reflex, then moaned and swallowed around Leon's cock as he got used to the feeling.
Once he was satisfied with Luis' efforts, Leon pulled out of his mouth and reached behind himself to grab Luis' cock, thrilled to notice it hard and leaking without even having been touched. Luis whimpered as Leon roughly stroked up and down to spread lube and pre-cum down the shaft, and then Leon was moving down Luis' body to hover over his cock.
Luis was already panting, his skin flushed from his ears all the way down to his chest and only highlighting the slick mess Leon's cock had made on him. When Leon didn't immediately move, Luis bit his lip and looked up at him with pleading eyes, hips canting up towards Leon's ass.
“Oh? Did you want this?” Leon asked. He sank down just the tiniest amount, making Luis' cock slide along his crack and catch on the rim of his loosened hole.
"Yes," Luis moaned. "Yes, Leon…!"
Leon lifted off again. "Then beg for it."
"Mi amor, mi vida, por favor," Luis babbled desperately. "I need to feel you, I missed you so much—please, please sit on my cock!"
Leon's dick twitched at seeing Luis so desperate, arousal curling dark and heavy between his legs.
"Well, since you asked so nicely…" Leon said, then slid down on Luis’ cock in one smooth motion.
Leon grunted at the stretch and Luis moaned, unrestrained and open-mouthed. Luis' entire body trembled and his hands clenched into fists in the cuffs yet he stayed so very still, not fucking into Leon without permission.
"That's it," Leon murmured, quickly adjusting to the familiar feeling of Luis inside him. "Stay right there, and I'll make it good for you."
Luis' eyes slipped shut and something in his body gave, relaxing under Leon and in his restraints.
Leon rewarded him by starting to move, setting a slow pace that dragged Luis' cock deep, small surges of pleasure licking up his spine at every delicious slide in.
Luis was warm and solid underneath him, completely silent save for his heavy breaths. There weren't a lot of things that could make Luis' perpetually yapping mouth shut up, but the endorphin rush of being completely at Leon's mercy often seemed to do the trick.
When Leon dropped down hard on his cock, Luis' eyes shot back open, looking up at Leon desperately.
"M-mi amor," Luis said brokenly.
"You're doing great," Leon reassured, stroking Luis' cheek. "You feel so good. Stay just like that."
Luis exhaled shakily and his eyes fluttered back close.
His body properly adjusted to Luis' size, Leon decided to start riding him in earnest. He leaned back and braced his hands on Luis's thighs, settling into a quick and shallow rhythm of fucking himself down on Luis' cock.
"God—fuck, you're so good," Leon panted.
Luis let out a quiet sob, wetness pricking in the corner of his eye as Leon went completely at his own pace, using Luis to pleasure himself.
"You feel perfect, you're…shit," Leon gasped, throwing his head back and he grinded Luis' cockead against his prostate. "Such a good boy."
“Yes, yes, yours,” Luis sobbed, his head lolling back against the headboard. “Your good boy.”
“Damn right you are,” Leon said, a half-smile twitching on his face before he sank fully down on Luis’ cock and his face went slack with pleasure, feeling Luis so deep inside. His nails dug into Luis' thighs as he practically growled, "Mine."
Luis made a broken sound pulled right from his very soul, shooting straight to Leon’s dick.
“Please,” Luis begged, hands balling into fists in the handcuffs when Leon wasn’t moving. “I’m so close.”
“No,” Leon said, making Luis moan as his cock twitched and swelled even more inside of Leon. “You’re not allowed to come until I say so. I'm gonna ride you and make myself come on your cock, and you're gonna lie there and take it like a good boy. Got it?”
"Yes, yes!" Luis said, body thrashing in his restraints. “Ah, mi amor—ride me, please, use me!”
Leon shuddered in arousal from the unashamed desperation in Luis’ words and body. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to keep denying them both; he already felt like he was teetering on the edge and only seconds away from coming, even though they’d barely gotten started.
“I will, don’t worry. I know you'll feel amazing,” Leon promised.
He lifted himself up and picked up a quick and rough pace of bouncing on Luis’ cock, Luis moaning loudly under him.
“Shit, Luis, you’re so good for me,” Leon said, working his body up and down. “A good boy with a perfect cock.”
Luis sobbed and feebly tried to meet Leon’s thrusts. “Harder, Leon, por favor!”
“Okay,” Leon said, and he could almost see the surprise on Luis’ face before it was replaced by slack-jawed pleasure, Leon fucking himself harder and faster onto Luis’ cock.
“Yes!” Luis practically screamed. “Oh, Leon…cariño, you’re so—so wonderful, so beautiful, so…” Luis trailed off in a groan, biting his lip as his eyes squeezed shut.
Leon knew that telltale sign of Luis’ impending orgasm and came to a full stop right away.
“No, no, no…!” Luis wailed. “Why!?”
“Told you,” Leon said smugly. “You’re not allowed to come yet.”
Luis groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, flopping his head back dramatically. “You are evil.”
“That’s not very nice,” Leon said, starting a languid pace of grinding down on Luis’ cock. “Is that any way to treat a guy you’re balls-deep inside?”
“That depends,” Luis said, half-glaring at Leon. "Are you actually going to ride me now, or just keep going like an abuela in her rocking chair?"
Leon huffed. "Last time I checked, you had no say in that matter."
And that was when Leon heard the clank before firm hands grabbed him by the hips.
“What the—” Leon had time to say before he was lifted and fucked up into hard, a groan punching out of him.
“You were saying?” Luis smiled up at him and then thrust again, making Leon’s nerves sing from pleasure.
Leon looked down and indeed saw Luis’ hands gripping his hips, with dark red marks around one wrist and the handcuffs dangling from the other.
“You—” Leon gasped at the rough pace Luis set with his newly acquired leverage. “You asshole, I thought you were supposed to be helpless!”
Luis smirked devilishly and paused enough to grind his cock against Leon's prostate, making him choke on a moan.
"You didn't even check the locks before letting your guard down,” Luis said. “Getting sloppy, agent."
“Fuck,” Leon moaned at another thrust, “you.”
“I offered, but you said no.” Luis grinned. “Come on, cowboy. Ride me like you mean it.”
Leon glared and had half a mind to protest just because Luis was being a brat: he could easily overpower Luis and cuff him back to the bed. But Leon's dick was aching and his body was alight with pleasure from Luis fucking up into him, and he really just wanted to come already.
“Then buckle up, fucker,” Leon spat. He raised himself up and let gravity do the rest, sinking down on Luis’ cock just as Luis thrust into him, making both of them moan.
They quickly found a rhythm; Leon riding Luis for all he was worth and Luis bucking up to meet him, driving his cock deep inside Leon and pushing them both closer and closer to the finish line.
Leon was too far gone to care about the noises he was making, moaning loud every time their hips met. His thighs burned with the effort and a thin layer of sweat coated both of their bodies, the obscene slap of skin against skin echoing in their bedroom.
“Oh, fuck,” Leon grit out as the pleasure inside him coiled tight. “I’m close.”
“Yes,” Luis groaned, his grip tightening on Leon’s hips. “I want to see, want to make you come—mmh, mi amor, let me see you come!"
Leon groaned and dropped his hand to tug on his cock, barely getting in two pumps of his fist before his body exploded with pleasure. His cock pulsed and shot ropes of white over Luis’ stomach and chest, his ass rippling around Luis’ cock still pistoning in and out. For a few precious seconds, Leon's mind whited out in pure bliss.
When Leon came down from his orgasm and back to reality, he was seated balls-deep on Luis' still-hard cock. Luis was cursing and begging in a mix and Spanish and English, not able to fuck into Leon with him being dead weight on top of him.
“Mi vida, mi sol, Leon, por favor! Please, I’m right there!” Luis pleaded.
He always did beg so beautifully.
"C'mon," Leon urged, lifting his hips to allow Luis to keep fucking into his spent hole. He grabbed a handful of Luis' now-sticky chest hair to steady himself. "Give it to me."
"Fuck," Luis sobbed, his thrusts into Leon's body erratic as he chased his orgasm. "Leon…!"
Luis made such a pretty sight: sweaty and trembling from how close he was to coming, his long hair a halo around his flushed face from where he'd slid down onto his back after the handcuffs were removed.
"You've been so good," Leon murmured, his voice low and sated from his own orgasm. "So, so good. I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Luis?"
Luis exhaled hard and nodded fervently, cock pounding into Leon at a fast and rough pace.
“Yeah, I know you can." Leon smiled. “Now be a good boy and come inside me.”
That seemed to do the trick. Luis's hips stuttered and he threw his head back with a broken wail, cock pulsing and emptying inside Leon as he finally found his release.
It was one of the hottest things Leon had ever seen. Despite just having come and his body tingling with oversensitivity, Leon's spent dick twitched happily at the sight of Luis' orgasm.
"Dios mío," Luis panted once his dick was done pumping its release inside Leon. "One of these days, you will actually give me a heart attack from sex."
Leon huffed. "Then maybe don't handcuff yourself to the bed next time."
Luis sighed and laid his head back against the sheets, a satisfied smile on his face. "I regret nothing."
Leon smiled and rolled his eyes, settling in for the afterglow. He could feel Luis’ cock softening inside him but he wasn’t about to move—he always liked when they were joined as long as possible.
Leon's hands ran down Luis' come-streaked torso possessively. Luis wasn't as firm as he used to be—not being able to leave the small apartment without a heavy disguise and triple-checking that nobody was watching would do that to a man—though Leon suspected Luis used some of his weights for vanity reasons. At least to the extent that his old injuries allowed; you don't take a dagger to the lung and keep your full athletic prowess.
Leon didn't care if Luis was muscular or not. The fact that Luis no longer had to run for his life on the daily was a definite plus, and the softening lines around his waist spoke of the new cooking hobby he'd picked up: mostly because he didn't approve of Leon's diet that consisted solely of ready-meals and protein powder, because "Mierda, Leon, my abuelo will come to haunt me if I don't feed you real food."
Home-cooked meals had helped Leon put on more muscle, while it had maybe made Luis a little softer around the edges. Leon might be a little obsessed with coming home to find Luis puttering by the stove, making some dish that Leon always fucked up the pronunciation of, cursing at the lackluster American ingredients and sometimes even wearing an apron and looking like…like a kept man—
"Marry me," Leon said and promptly nearly threw himself off the bed in mortification. He had not meant to say that out loud!
Luis just chuckled. "Ah yes, let me simply rise from the dead, make same-sex marriage legal in this state, and then call your boss, the president, to ask for his blessing." He smirked up at Leon. "My dick scrambled your brain good, hm, querido?" Luis asked, like they were simply sharing a joke and not deciding the future of their entire relationship.
Leon's ears were flaming red. He'd thought about this for quite some time, but this definitely wasn't the best time to be having that conversation, with Luis' deflating prick still lodged in Leon's ass and his come drying in Luis' chest hair. But Luis seemed to think this was only the post-nut euphoria speaking, and that was just flat-out wrong.
“I mean it,” Leon said, making Luis tilt his head quizzically. “It's just…I don't know how to explain it.” He sighed in annoyance at his shitty communication skills; he really should have prepared some kind of speech for this. “I hate being away on missions and not knowing when I'll be coming home.”
Luis smiled. “Oh, mi corazon. You may be a prince, but I am not a helpless princess—no matter how much you insist on me growing hair like Rapunzel," Luis said, making Leon huff a surprised laugh. "As much as I enjoy our time together, if you were here all the time, I doubt I would get anything done.“
Leon sighed. “That's not what I meant."
No matter how much he loved Luis, sharing an apartment this small 24/7 would probably make them both go stir-crazy. At their core they were both independent people and though neither of their lives were currently ideal—with the whole "Luis being legally dead" and "Leon being blackmailed into his job" thing—they still made it work.
Hopefully they could make this work too.
“I want a promise," Leon tried again. "Something to remind us that no matter what happens, I'll always come home to you. And I can just…touch the ring and know I have something to look forward to, and—and you can see yours throughout the day and always remember that I…" Leon swallowed and forced himself to go on. “That I'm yours. And you’re mine. I, uh, I mean if you want to.”
Leon cringed at his clumsy speech. But before he could apologize, Luis' expression softened and his warm hand came up to cup Leon's cheek. Leon had trashy mission stubble and probably looked like death, but Luis still looked at him like he was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
“You are mi vida—my life,'' Luis murmured. “I have been yours from the day we met. Though our friend was the one who brought me back from the brink of death, you are the one who saved me from myself.”
Leon swallowed the mess of emotions bubbling up in his throat. If he was less emotionally constipated from all the shit in his past, he'd probably be crying.
Luis, however, had no such issues even despite his traumatic past, and was laughing a wet laugh as the hint of tears shimmered in his eyes.
“Look at me, blubbering like a fool,” Luis chuckled. “I must be getting emotional in my old age.”
Leon smiled and leaned in for a kiss, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Luis' ear. “Not old,” he murmured. “And that's my fool you're talking about.”
“Ah, cariño.” Luis' smile was wobbly and his voice thick with emotion. “I don't know how you always manage to make me swoon with such simple words.”
“It's because I love you,” Leon said, kissing Luis' cheek, then the corner of his wet eye. “And I'll always love you. You're it for me, Luis.”
The sob finally broke free from Luis' throat and then Leon was being shoved backwards, crashing against the soft mattress and a very clingy, silently crying Spaniard pressing close and kissing him all over, murmuring disbelieving ”estupido, idiota” in between the fond ”mi sol, mi vida, mi precioso.”
Leon smiled and relaxed into the embrace, brushing his fingers through the now-messy and slightly sweaty hair of the man he loved.
He knew that they wouldn't be able to make it official and that a ring would be too inconspicuous in his line of work. But the only two people who needed to know the extent of their promise were in this room, and Leon had never been one for bureaucracy anyway. They could get tattoos or even pick simple keychains for each other—the specifics hardly mattered.
All that mattered was that they were both just as eager to spend the rest of their lives together.