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You push Leon back against the wall, your lips crashing into his. He whimpers into the messy kiss when you slot a leg between his thighs. Your mouths slide together, slick and soft. You can feel the roughness of Leon’s stubble brush against your skin. You run your tongue over his lips, and he whimpers again. Heat starts to pool in your stomach already. To your disappointment, the two of you eventually have to part for air.
“Shit,” Leon whines, “I’ve been wanting to do this for so damn long, you have no idea.”
“Same here,” you reply.
You lower your head, and the other obediently tilts his own to the side, allowing you to bury your face in the side of his neck. Your lips brush against the tender skin of his throat, and he draws in a shaky breath when your mouth trails over a spot just below his jaw. You kiss his neck gently, relishing in the soft gasp that leaves Leon’s lips. You run your tongue over the spot. He whimpers beautifully. You latch onto the skin, sucking it hard in a way that you’re sure will leave a mark.
Leon’s legs are shaking, and he’s clearly struggling to hold himself up. Your leg between his trembling thighs is the only thing keeping him from sinking down to the floor. You smile against his throat.
You continue to kiss and lick your way down Leon’s neck, running your lips down to his collarbone. Each whimper that escapes him sends a spark of pleasure down your body, and you’re becoming more and more aroused by the minute.
Sliding your hands up Leon’s shirt, you suck another mark into the other side of his neck, right below his ear. No collar of his shirt could hide the evidence of your love. The man gasps when your hands travel up his waist, rough fingertips running over the soft skin covering his ribs, and you eventually reach his chest. You gently massage the muscle. Leon lets out a little moan when you rub your thumb over his nipple.
“You’re lucky,” you murmur into his throat. “Most men don’t feel anything here.”
Leon chuckles, but the sound trails off into another moan when you roll his nipple between two of your fingers. The little nub hardens under your touch. You continue to rub it while kissing at his neck, but you slow down a little bit when he starts to speak.
“Wai—Wait,” Leon gasps out. “I’m gonna—”
You don’t stop quick enough.
Leon covers his mouth as he melts into you. He lets out a soft, muffled moan and shuts his eyes tight. His thighs shake as he comes into his pants, still rubbing himself against your thigh. You peer down and see a damp patch growing on the fabric of his jeans. He tilts his head back, and it hits the wall with a soft thud.
“Sorry,” you murmur.
“It’s okay. Shit, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to come that early, it’s just...been a while, that’s all.”
“That’s fine. Think you can go again soon?” you ask.
“Yeah, maybe, just gimme a few minutes,” Leon answers.
You pull away, and Leon stumbles back from the wall. You move over to his bed and sit yourself upon its edge. Leon approaches as well on shaking legs and lets himself fall onto his back. His arms are raised above his head. You watch the rise and fall of his chest grow slower. His eyes are closed, and he looks so peaceful like this, more than you’ve ever seen him. The sun still shines through the thin curtains, bathing Leon in a light that makes him look like he’s come straight out of a painting. His shirt rides up his stomach, and your eyes follow the soft hair that trails down under his waistband.
You move over Leon, one hand placed on either side of his body. You lean down and press another kiss to his lips. His hands fly up to hold your face. The rough tips of his fingers don’t bother you at all. In fact, they feel amazing against your cheeks.
Leon takes his hands off of you and sits up. You lean back. The man climbs into your lap, legs wrapping around your waist. He kisses you again, and again, and again. Each peck on your lips lasts no longer than a second, but they make your heart race in the same way as earlier. Leon’s arms wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you close.
The older man grinds down onto your erection, getting a groan out of you. You push your hips back up against Leon’s, and you can feel that he’s already stiffening again. His forehead is pressed to yours, warm from the sunlight that shone over it earlier. He whimpers and relaxes against you when you palm his dick through his pants.
“Want you inside of me,” Leon murmurs, looking up to meet your gaze.
You nod at him, heart skipping a beat at the idea.
“We can do that. You got any lube?” you ask.
“My nightstand. Second drawer. There’s condoms in there too,” Leon replies.
The man slides off your lap and lays back down on the bed. His eyes flutter closed and he draws in a deep breath. You turn to the nightstand and tug the drawer open. You rummage around for a few moments before you find the small bottle, halfway empty.
You crawl across the bed to Leon, who has undressed and pushed a pillow beneath his hips in the time it took you to find the lube. He spreads his legs open, allowing you to nestle between them. You kneel down and uncap the bottle, pouring a bit of the thick fluid onto your fingers. You look up to meet the eyes of the older man, a questioning look on your face. He nods at you, and you slip two of your fingers into his entrance. He gasps at the feeling, hips pushing back against your hand.
Now that Leon’s naked, you can really get a good look at him. His torso is covered in scars, the most prominent one being from what looks like a gunshot to the shoulder. His thighs have a few faded marks on them, too, and you run a thumb over one of them while you continue to finger him. You feel bad for the man. He’s clearly been through so much, things worse than you can ever imagine.
All you want is to take care of him, to help him relax and unwind.
You start to move your hand faster. Leon throws an arm over his face, covering his eyes while you open him up. You spread your fingers apart inside him, slowly, so as to not hurt the man. He quickly starts to loosen up, relaxing into your touch. Each time you scissor your fingers open, he lets out another whimper that brings a warm, fuzzy feeling to your chest. You rub a hand over his thigh.
You decide to change the position of your hand to curl your fingers upwards, searching for that little spot a few inches into Leon. You brush against it and are rewarded with a moan and a jerk of his leg.
“Shit,” Leon groans, “I almost forgot how good that feels.”
“Great, isn’t it?” you say with a grin.
You rub your fingers in a circling motion around Leon’s prostate, drawing another whimper from him. His legs start to close reflexively, pressing into your hips. Leon’s tip is already leaking precome, the sticky fluid running down his length and gathering at his base. You stop moving your fingers over his prostate to continue slowly stretching him open. You slide in a third finger. A tiny noise escapes his mouth as you start to push your fingers in and out even faster.
Leon’s arm falls away from his face, and you can now fully see his expression. He’s gazing up at you, eyes half-lidded and hazy. His lips are parted, his breaths coming out quick and shallow. He’s looking up at you in such a loving way, a way that makes your heart jump in your chest. You hope that he'll want to do this with you again. You weren't even expecting this to happen today, especially not with the afternoon sun still shining through the window, its light and warmth washing over the two of you.
Just then, Leon grabs the collar of your shirt and tugs you down into another kiss. You laugh as you nearly fall on top of him, and he laughs along with you. You balance on top of him, moving your hand over to cradle his head, fingers tangling into his soft hair. The new position makes it harder for you to continue fingering Leon, but you try your best. His lips are chapped against your own. You can’t care, though—he kisses you so gently that thoughts of anything else fall away. You continue to work your fingers inside of him.
You thrust your fingers in and out of Leon at an angle, moving them in such a way that rubs against his prostate. He lays still and breathless beneath you. More of those sweet moans leave his lips. You drink up every sound that escapes him. His breathing grows faster and faster, and that’s when you know to slow down.
Though you smile at the thought that he’d almost come from your fingers alone.
Eventually, you decide that enough is enough, and you pull away. Leon gives you a disappointed sigh when you sit back up and take your fingers out. You open his nightstand to grab a condom and roll it onto your cock. You reach for the bottle of lube again, and you slick up your length with the stuff. The other watches closely. You press your tip to his entrance, teasing him for a second before sliding in slowly.
Leon lets you in so easily. Your cock slides pleasantly against his walls, drawing synchronized sounds from the both of you. His strong thighs squeeze even tighter around your hips. You don’t move, giving the man a minute or so to adjust to the feeling of having something so thick inside of him. It takes him a little while, but he relaxes around you, body growing used to having you inside.
“You’re taking me so well,” you murmur, staring down at Leon.
You feel him tighten around you for a moment at the praise. So that’s what he likes, you think. You take a mental note of that. It’s a little something to keep in mind for later.
Your thumb rubs circles over Leon’s hip when you slowly shift back. You wait a moment before pushing further back inside. You move in and out of him in careful, steady motions. The pillow under him makes the positioning better, and you can easily angle your thrusts to brush against Leon’s prostate. He gasps when you do so, hands tightening into fists in the sheets. Your own hands move to grip his waist.
Leon leans up to wrap his arms around your back, tugging you down and into a kiss again. Your lips press together for a few moments before Leon lets out a gasp at the feeling of you rubbing against his sweet spot again. At this new angle, you can reach deeper inside of him than you could before. You wrap a hand around Leon’s cock, and the simultaneous stimulation from both sides of him makes him curl in on himself, pressing his face into your left shoulder. His blunt nails scrape over the fabric of your shirt.
“You feel so good around me,” you say, pumping your hand up and down on Leon’s cock. “So damn perfect.”
The other clenches around you, and you groan. You run your thumb over Leon’s tip, a bit of his precome sticking to you. He whines into your shoulder at the sensation. You keep working your hand up and down his cock all whilst continuing to thrust your own in and out of him. Each movement draws another soft sound from the man’s mouth, the noises muffled.
You start to smile.
You smile at how you’re getting Leon to make these noises, how you’re the one making him come undone, how you’re the one whose touch he relaxes into.
You tilt your head a little to the side to press your lips to Leon’s sensitive neck, and he shudders. The whimper that leaves his mouth makes your cock twitch, a jolt of pleasure shooting down to it. Your grip on Leon’s cock tightens a bit as you start to stroke him faster and faster. You listen attentively to his little whimpers and moans. They’re starting to grow higher in pitch—a sign that he’s getting closer to his orgasm. At this realization, you only move your fist up and down even quicker.
Soon Leon’s coming beneath you, letting loose a breathy moan, sticky fluid spilling over your fingers and onto his stomach. He falls back onto the bed, closing his eyes. He sighs. A few moments later and you’re coming as well, shuddering as you fill up the condom. A wave of warmth and sheer fucking bliss washes over you, a shiver running down your spine. You stay still for a second, panting, before you carefully pull out of Leon and sit back on the bed. You wipe sweat from your forehead.
“Holy fuck,” Leon groans. “That was the best sex I’ve had in...a long time.”
“Well...do you think you could go another round...?” you ask.
Leon groans your name, and you give him a sheepish smile.
“I’m not in my 20s anymore. But, uh, I can probably get it back up in a bit,” Leon mutters.
You move out of his way, letting him sit back up with a low grunt. You sit back on the edge of the bed, pulling the condom off your dick. You toss it down into the trash can beside Leon’s bed. The two of you sit there for a few minutes, basking in the sun’s warmth and the afterglow of sex. Before you know it, Leon’s leaning over to you and kissing you gently again. You swing your legs back onto the bed and shift closer to Leon.
“You ready?” you murmur.
“Mm-hm,” Leon hums in reply. “Can I lay on my stomach this time?”
Your cock twitches at the images that flash through your head. Leon on his stomach, ass lifted into the air, you sinking deep inside of him. Soon, you’re fully hard again.
“Shit, yeah, that sounds good,” you reply.
Leon lays down, rolling onto his stomach. You inhale sharply at the sight before you—Leon all spread out and waiting for you. You reach into Leon’s drawer to grab another condom, and then you decide to pour more lube over your cock just to be safe.
When you push your cock back into him, Leon gives a little whine of slight overstimulation. The sound is muffled in the pillow below him. You sympathetically rub a hand over his waist when you bottom out and he groans. He’s tight around you to the point where it has to be a little bit uncomfortable for him.
“You doing okay?” you ask, your voice taking on a worried tone.
Leon lifts his head up off of the pillow to speak.
“Yeah, just gimme a minute to adjust,” he responds, voice strained.
“I can pull out if you need me to.”
“No, you’re good.”
You wait a minute. Leon shifts under you, pushing his hips back onto your cock, and you take that as a sign to start moving again. You grab onto Leon’s hips. You slowly start to thrust in and out of his hole, which grips your cock in a way that makes you groan.
Leon’s giving you fucked-out little moans each time your cock moves against his prostate. The fact that you’re doing this so soon after he just came is making him feel even more overwhelmed than he was before. Which was a lot. You suspect this round won’t last long, but you can’t care. You’re making him feel good, and that’s all that matters to you at the moment. You focus on pleasuring Leon, relieving all the stress he must be feeling.
You thrust particularly deep into Leon, and a trembling hand flies out to grab onto the headboard. His back arches, curving in such a beautiful way. You can’t even see his face, but he still looks so pretty beneath you.
“You look so good like this,” you murmur.
You can’t stop speaking once you start. Various words of praise spill from your lips as you continue to push back into Leon. His moans grow louder, and he clenches tighter around your cock. You start to wonder if you can make him come untouched this time, and with how he seems to be feeling, the chances of that happening are pretty high. So you start to thrust into him faster, setting a quick but steady pace. You try to be as gentle as you can, though; you don’t want to make him too overstimulated, though the thought of making him cry from pleasure does send a jolt of arousal down to your groin. Maybe another time.
Leon raises his head to try and say something, but all that leaves his mouth is an almost pornographic moan when your cock brushes his sweet spot. He gives up, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. He’s so sensitive from his earlier orgasms, even though it’s been a while.
The older man turns his head to the side to stare up at you. You smile down at him, and he squeezes those beautiful blue eyes shut when you start to move faster. With his head out of the pillow, you can fully hear each of Leon’s breathy little moans and whimpers. You didn’t think a man like him could be so vocal, but he did say it’d “been a while”. Of course, you aren’t complaining—just surprised. Each noise urges you to slide into him faster.
And so you do, thrusting in and out of the man. He still can’t get a single word out, only able to moan under you. You find his overwhelm to be honestly kind of adorable. Leon’s older than you, yet he’s the one coming undone beneath you, from your touch. Your mind races with the things you want to do to him, but you know you can’t get to anything today, with how quickly his third orgasm is approaching.
“Want you to come untouched for me, baby,” you say, leaning down to speak softly into Leon’s ear. “Think you can do that?”
Leon nods his head up and down rapidly, hands gripping the headboard and the pillow. He pushes his hips back against your own each time you thrust deep inside of him. Soon, he’s letting out a whine and coming onto the pillow under him. You pull out quickly this time, not wanting to further overstimulate the man.
You tug the condom off your cock and start to stroke yourself to the sight of Leon still laying on his stomach, gasping and panting. You quickly come over your fist with a groan, almost seeing stars. A few drops spill over onto Leon’s ass. You sit back, giving yourself a few moments to recover from your orgasm before you speak up.
“I’ll go get something to clean us up,” you tell Leon.
Leon nods at you, still not able to speak.
You throw your second used condom in the trash and walk over to the bathroom on shaky legs. You wash your hands before running a hand towel under the sink for a few moments. You wring it out until it’s just damp. Going as fast as you can, you walk back into Leon’s bedroom and see the man lying in the same position as when you’d left. Then you sit back onto the bed.
You carefully run the towel over Leon’s back and ass, cleaning up the little bit of come that’d spilled onto him. He turns over once you’re done, letting you very gently wipe off the stuff that still sticks to his now soft cock. You set the pillow he’d been lying on to the side before flopping down on your back next to him.
There’s silence for several minutes.
“I love you,” Leon murmurs suddenly.
“I love you too,” you reply.