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Despite the pouring rain, Leon was sweating. Mud squelched under his boots as he ducked from house to house, scanning the dark windows and streets for faces or twisting masses. More than once, he found himself zoning out, which was obviously a horrible idea in the situation they were in. Leon blamed it on exhaustion clouding his mind.
“Seems clear to me,” Luis whispered from his position crouched beside Leon. “Let's find a place to rest, yes?”
Leon swiped his dripping hair out of his face and furrowed his eyebrows. “There's no time for that.” Ashley was out there, in the hands of those cultist bastards. How could they rest at a time like this?
“You’ll be singing a different tune when you pass out from exhaustion, friend,” Luis said lightly, meeting Leon's frown with a cheerful face. “A little beauty sleep hurt no one… though neither of us need it, eh?”
Leon's blood sang a little warmer. Maybe he was starting to run a fever from all the cold rain.
“Fine. We're not making much progress in this rain anyway,” Leon relented. He began to circle to the front of the abandoned house. The idea of leaving Ashley for longer still made his jaw clench, but Luis was right. Neither of them could last long in a battle in the exhausted state they were in after the long trek and all the fighting for their lives. A crash from the adrenaline was overdue.
The creak of the door was nearly drowned out by the rain as Leon pushed inside, holding it open for the man behind him. With the door shut and locked once they stepped in, Leon blinked the rain from his eyelashes and took in his surroundings. Dark, drafty, and the ceiling was dripping. It was cleaner than many of the crappy little shacks around the village. No rotting food left out, no bodies, no cockroaches or rats openly crowding the floor. Just rotting wood and dust.
After a quick sweep of the house, he sank against a wall. It felt too wrong to sleep in one of the villagers’ abandoned beds. His swollen feet chose to make their complaints known now that he was no longer on them.
Luis dropped down heavily beside him, close enough to make Leon consider scooting away to get some space. Luis really had no concept of a personal bubble. Most other alphas wouldn't be so touchy feely with Leon.
“Gonna take a look at that?” Luis’ eyes dropped to Leon's abdomen, where earlier, a villager's pitchfork had gouged into it. It hadn't gone that deep, and a little bit of first aid spray had turned the bleeding from rapid to sluggish, but the wound throbbed with every breath.
Leon unpeeled his sodden, bloody, newly ventilated shirt from his stomach and lifted it up to his chest. Luis whistled, and Leon wasn't sure whether it was at the sight of the ugly red punctures, or if it was another one of his signature flirtations that Leon had no idea what to do with.
“It's fine,” Leon determined, feeling a wave of exhaustion roll over him at the idea of digging out medical supplies and then applying them. He'd had worse. What did a few shallow pokes matter?
Luis scoffed. “Ven aquí, estúpido.” He somehow managed to intrude even further into Leon's personal space, scooting to sit in front of him on the dingy wooden floor with their knees touching. “Where is your medical supply?”
Leon blinked. His tongue felt thick and dry. His eyes zeroed in on Luis’ mouth. “Did you hear the part where I said ‘It's fine'?”
“Nope.” Luis grinned. He patted one of Leon's supply pouches. “Warm? Cold?”
Leon supposed he wouldn't be left alone until he let Luis act the mother hen, and the close proximity of the other man was bad for his heart rate. Because it was infuriating, probably. “Two to your right.”
Luis took out bandages from the pouch and began to wrap them around Leon's waist with surprising care. His hands were refreshingly cold against the irritated skin. For once, his face looked serious as he focused on bandaging the wounds. Smoking was a shitty habit, but Leon still found the cigarette smell covering Luis’ jacket kind of pleasing to the nose.
Something tugged strangely in Leon's gut. Every brush of Luis’ skin seemed to spark on his nerves. He tipped his head back against the wall and took measured breaths. When had the room started to spin?
“Hanging in there?” Luis murmured as he pinned the bandages into place.
“I'm just peachy.”
Luis patted the opposite side of the bandages from the wounds, looking pleased with his handiwork, and tucked the bandages back into the supply pouch. He leaned back. Leon's wet shirt slid back down to cover his stomach, and Leon caught his eyes almost blatantly watching the bare skin disappear, and then the wet fabric clinging to it. “Right. Well, I'll take the first watch. You look…” he waved a wishy washy hand while grimacing.
“Thanks,” Leon said dryly. He wanted to argue the first watch, but he really was starting to feel like there was something wrong with him. Something fixable by getting some shut eye, he hoped.
He kept his eyes cracked as Luis, for whatever reason, stood and began to shed his jacket and turn it inside out. He tossed it at Leon, who reflexively caught it. “Not really my style,” he said, giving Luis a questioning look.
“Your loss. No, I thought you might like a pillow.”
Leon stared at the jacket in his hands. The words caught him entirely off guard.
Luis, thankfully, spared him the trouble of replying, cheerfully declaring he was going to find somewhere to relieve himself. As his footsteps retreated, Leon lowered himself to the floor, bundling the jacket under his head. The inside of it was dry, and it had a soft, smooth lining. It smelled overwhelmingly of Luis, warm and masculine. They both could use showers, but with everything else Leon had been inhaling, from rotting flesh to mold, the natural human smell was comforting.
“Wake me up in an hour or two!” Leon called after Luis.
As Leon nosed into the fabric and shut his eyes, something pleased trilled from his chest to his gut. It didn't take long for his muddled thoughts to drift into sleep.
Leon was burning when he woke. His skin felt so sensitive that he was hyper aware of even the air against it. Shivering, he realized his thighs were shifting and squeezing together for friction. He breathed, open-mouthed, against Luis’ jacket. A quiet groan left him.
“Leon?” Luis murmured.
Leon froze. What was he doing? What was wrong with him? Why was he so fucking hard? His confused thoughts felt muddled and soupy. His stomach clenched, aching, craving… he didn't know what.
He raised his head and just looked at Luis like a deer in the headlights. The other man was standing at the window. As he took Leon in, he crossed the distance and knelt down.
“Don't tell me you're running a fever.” Luis pressed the cool back of his hand to Leon's forehead. It was an innocent gesture, but Leon's eyes fluttered as if Luis had reached between his legs. “You're a bit warm. Talk to me, hey?”
“I’m fine,” Leon croaked. Like hell he was going to tell Luis that he was so horny he felt like he could lose it with just a few strokes. His eyes darted to the stairs. If he could just excuse himself to the bathroom…
Luis studied him with uncomfortable intensity, almost as if he knew what was running through Leon's head. “Shit,” he muttered. He scratched his cheek nervously. His hand twitched at his side as if reaching for a pack of cigarettes in the jacket he wasn't wearing, before the gesture aborted.
“What?”
“I, ah, I'll put it bluntly. You're aroused?”
How the hell could he know that?
Leon's averted eyes and uncomfortable expression were probably more than enough answer. “Why? What's wrong with me?”
“It's la plaga.” Of course it was. “An uncommon side effect. The parasite inside you, it wants to reproduce.”
Leon's dick throbbed at that last word coming out of Luis’ mouth at the same time as his face twisted in revulsion. “Jesus Christ. We don't have time for this. What—” Leon shuddered as a wave of heat rolled through him, accompanied by the unwelcome hunger of touch me touch me touch me, “What do I do?”
He didn't want to know how Luis knew about that side effect.
Luis looked uncomfortable. He picked at the collar of his shirt. “Well, eh, I don't think it will stop until it is satisfied. And seeing as finding another parasite and allowing them to reproduce is not a… desirable outcome, we only have a few options.” For whatever reason, Luis scooted back with an apologetic face. “Don't punch me, my friend, por favor.”
“Why would I punch you?”
“We will need to convince your parasite that the reproduction has occurred. And I am the only one around.”
“You're saying—” Leon's cheeks felt like they were burning as the meaning sank in. Pleased tingles ran up his back as the image of what Luis was suggesting ran, unbidden, through his head. Fuck. Fuck. He was an alpha, and Luis was an alpha, and despite his best attempts to convince himself that he didn't believe in any old fashioned ideas, something uncomfortable rose in him anyway, even as his body seemed fucking delighted. God damn that parasite.
People often said that it wouldn't work, two alphas. It was possible, obviously, and there were celebrity couples that everyone knew of, but the popular sentiment was that two alphas would do nothing but fight. That it would go against every instinct. And Leon had never entertained the thought for himself, not because of any real sentiment he held against it—it just hadn't occurred to him as an option for himself. Hell, it wasn't as if he'd had many opportunities for sex or romance whatsoever in his line of work.
“We could try a little scenting before getting crazy, see if that helps?” Luis scratched the back of his neck. “Or I could try…” he said the last part in a mumbled rush, “a mating bite?”
“You are not fucking giving me a mating bite.”
“Got it,” Luis said quickly.
Leon turned his face back into the jacket in brooding misery. Out of all the insane situations he had been in, this was shaping up to take the cake. He weighed his options. He could go to the bathroom, furiously jerk off, and hope it took the edge off enough for them to keep moving. Or, he could take Luis up on his offer. He could let another alpha who he only barely knew—one with a shady background, at that—fuck him.
Leon wondered what the hell he was doing as he pushed himself up on unsteady arms. “Fine, come on. Scent me.”
Luis licked his lips nervously and closed the distance, hand finding Leon's thigh. He slowly leaned in and tilted his head, breath tickling Leon's neck. Leon shuddered and tensed his shoulders immediately, tucking his chin, as his instincts warned him not to let anyone that close to his throat.
Luis leaned back. “I, ah…”
“I know,” Leon snapped, frustrated by his own body's betrayal. He forced himself to relax his shoulders and tip his head to the side, exposing his throat. “Do it.”
Luis moved back in. The first gentle scrape of his stubble against Leon's neck had Leon's heart slamming up into his throat and a panicked growl rumbling out of him before he even knew he was making the sound. Luis stilled. Leon squirmed his legs, teeth sinking into his cheek to try to stifle both the growling and the pleased moan that was threatening to leave him. His hand shot up to the back of Luis's head, not forcing him to stay, but urging him to.
“Getting mixed messages here,” Luis said.
“K-Keep going.”
Luis obliged. He found Leon's scent gland and nosed into it. The firm rubbing of his jaw against Leon's, mingling their scents, was a lightning bolt that went straight to Leon's dick. He couldn't stop growling. Letting another alpha scent him, offering up his throat to him submissively, it felt humiliating. Some strange, sick part of Leon liked the embarrassed feeling.
Luis turned to the other side, lips brushing along the apple of Leon's throat as he went. The growling picked up a louder, vicious tone. Again, Luis froze, and Leon couldn't blame him—if somebody growled at him like that, he'd think they were moments away from tearing his throat out. In his desperation, all Leon could think to do was take Luis’ hand and guide it to the hard line in his pants to tell him, don't stop.
Luis squeezed, and Leon’s breathing hitched. He turned his head to the other side and let Luis mark his second scent gland. His hips rocked into the other man's hand, and Luis swore under his breath and squeezed him through the fabric.
“I don't think this is helping you cool down, cariño,” Luis breathed, pulling back to meet Leon's half-lidded eyes. His pupils were blown wide.
The words took a moment to sink into Leon's sex-addled brain, but when they did, the pet name settled warm and heady over him.
“Bite me, then,” Leon said, looking away. “I can't…”
“Me vas a matar,” Luis muttered. “You're sure?”
“Come on.” Leon turned and fell back against Luis with embarrassing abandon, feeling like he couldn't get enough air as Luis’ warm front pressed to his back. The Spaniard let out a quiet oof at the impact before his arms wrapped around Leon’s waist to support him, causing a dull ache beneath the bandages.
Leon’s whole body sang with the contact and his eyes watered against his will. It was almost like a hug. Beneath the fever of the parasite, there was a dangerous part of Leon, just Leon, that unraveled. When was the last time someone held him?
Spectacular, now he was panicked, humiliated, lonely, and horny. Leon shoved it all down to deal with later (when he had more liquor) and let the parasite’s influence take over. It left him glazed eyed and arching to feel Luis from his chest to the hardness against Leon’s ass.
“Fuck,” Luis gasped. His hands moved to grip Leon's pecs as his hot breath hit the back of Leon’s neck.
“Come on,” Leon growled, “Luis—”
Luis' teeth sank into the nape of Leon's neck. Pleasure jolted through Leon and made him yelp, desperately shoving his hand between his thighs and rutting against it. He came so suddenly it was a white hot lance through him. Unable to stifle his moans, he squeezed his cock through his pants as it throbbed out spurt after spurt. Luis’ teeth gently eased up and his tongue soothed the marks they had left. His hands pet back and forth from Leon’s chest to his stomach, which were so sensitive the contact bordered between pleasure and pain.
Luis breathed a steady stream of encouragement and endearments as Leon came his brains out, calling him handsome and darling and praising him in Spanish.
Leon didn't know how his face could burn even hotter. He panted for breath, slumping into Luis’ arms. His little overstimulated gasps as he palmed the oversensitive head of his cock turned to gritted teeth and frustration as nothing changed. His dick didn't soften, the gnawing hunger in him barely eased.
“It didn't work,” Leon gritted out, his voice sounding too much like a whine to his own ears for comfort. “I c— I can't, Luis, I'm losing my fucking mind.” What if he was stuck like this? Slave to a stupid parasite's whims?
“Hey, hey, I've got you.” Luis kissed the back of Leon's neck. “Tell me what you need.”
Leon's eyes burned. Jesus Christ, there was no way he was going to be able to look Luis in the eye after letting him see him in such a pathetic state. He would have to either die of mortification or kill Luis so no one would ever know about this.
“Ugh. Don't make me say it.” Leon hid his face in his hand.
“Want me to take my best guess?”
“Knock yourself out.”
Luis shifted onto his knees, coaxing Leon along with him, and—bent them over.
Leon's breath left him in a startled huff as Luis carefully rolled his hips into his ass. Leon's arms gave out and his cheek pressed into the floor. Face down, ass up… Like an omega in heat, his brain supplied vulgarly.
He couldn't believe this was happening right now.
“Like this?”
Leon gave a garbled, “Mmhm.” He was pretty sure his brain was going to leak out of his ear.
One of Luis’ hands left Leon's waist. A moment later, he was coaxing Leon to lift his head, then tucking his jacket back under it. An awful feeling swelled behind Leon's sternum, one he didn't know how to swallow. He would just unpack that later.
“Joder, eres tan lindo,” Luis said into Leon's ear. “Soy una mala persona, disfruto de una situación como esta.”
“D-Do you ever shut up?” Leon spluttered at Luis’ admission of his enjoyment, blushing from his ears down to his chest. At least it was nice to know this wasn't just a pity fuck to Luis.
Luis nipped at Leon's ear as he rocked back and forth, rubbing his cock against Leon through their clothes. “Lo siento, I can't help myself,” he chuckled.
Leon buried his face in the jacket to muffle his moans. His hands scrambled at the closure to his pants, fumbling to open them and push them down with his underwear. His dick sprang free, hard, leaking, and covered in the slickness of his earlier release.
Almost immediately, Luis’ hand dipped to wrap around it. Leon’s fingers scrabbled at the floor. “Huhh…guh,” he whimpered.
“No lube or condoms,” Luis murmured as he stroked Leon at a torturous slow pace. “Still okay?”
“Don't care,” Leon managed to get out. He had bigger problems right now, like how he was going to go insane if Luis didn't fucking—
Luis slicked his fingers up with Leon's cum and slid them lower, down his balls, over his perineum, and to his hole, teasing it with the pad of one finger.
Leon nearly choked on his own breath. “Fuck.”
“That’s the plan. Would you turn over for me, handsome? I want to see your face.”
“Maybe my face doesn't want to see you,” Leon said petulantly, reluctant to give up his hiding place in the jacket. The floor was admittedly pretty awful on his knees, though. He turned over, pulling his pants the rest of the way down as he went and kicking them off over his boots. Luis pushed his knees to his chest and pulled them apart, settling between them.
Without any warning, he leaned down and swiped his tongue over Leon's cock.
“Fuck!” Leon yelped. He glared at Luis’ sheepish grin as his head lifted.
“Sorry, sorry, I just had to have a taste.”
“Come on. I'm not clean enough for that.”
“But you taste so good.” Luis’ grin turned wolfish. Leon looked away. He hated how handsome it was.
Luis carried on where he left off, rubbing circles over Leon's hole. Leon found himself staring at the wall, wide-eyed and fighting the urge to curl in on himself. He was so exposed, and it had his heart hammering as much as the consuming need. No one had ever touched him there. He eased his breathing back into a measured pattern. As he forced his body to unstiffen, Luis’ finger dipped in a little further with each gentle rub.
“Feel okay?” Luis murmured.
“Feels weird.” Leon threw his forearm over his eyes. It really was a weird sensation, but his erection was unflagging.
“It’s your first time, right?” Luis hummed at Leon’s tight nod. “Tell me if it hurts.” Luis withdrew his hand, and Leon heard a spitting sound, before his finger returned, slicker this time. He eased it into Leon slowly and sweetly, not forcing anything, just letting Leon's body take what it was ready for.
There was an uncomfortable stretch once Luis was up to the first knuckle. Leon had experienced far worse pain and discomfort, but usually he was running on adrenaline. He clenched and unclenched reflexively around the intrusion and winced at the idea of taking an entire dick if this was what just one finger felt like.
Luis began to gently curl and uncurl his finger, and as he did, the pad rubbed against something that felt like Leon’s cock was being stroked sweetly from the inside. His voice got caught up in his harsh exhale, his foot twitching. Once he found that spot, Luis didn't let up, curling into it relentlessly.
Leon’s composure slipped from his fingers as he sank right back down into the grips of the mind numbing desire, rocking his hips into it, hooking his leg around Luis and digging his heel into his back to urge him on. With each stroke Leon could feel his precome being squeezed out, beading up at the slit of his flushed cockhead.
Luis squeezed his free hand into Leon’s thigh and kissed the inside of it. “You're a natural,” he praised, and Leon could hear the genuine, awed grin in his voice.
“Ca… ah, calling me a whore? Really?” Leon quipped, for lack of knowing how to respond to the sincerity.
“If you would like,” Luis purred. “Or would you rather be my sweetheart?”
Leon felt like all the blood in his body was split between his face and his throbbing dick. He buried his face further in the crook of his arm, but with Luis right between his legs—inside him— there was no hiding his reaction.
“That's it, hm? My sweet boy wants to be spoken sweetly to?”
Asshole, Leon wanted to say. Cut that out. It was emasculating, who the hell told him he could talk to Leon like that? Unfortunately he was more turned on than he had ever been in his life. All that left his mouth were increasingly desperate moans. His hand shot to his cock, unable to take it anymore, jacking it off at a frantic pace.
Luis worked a second finger in and spread the two apart, and the discomfort of the stretch felt good this time, pain blurring into pleasure. Fuck, he was close already, he needed to come. His voice took on a whine.
Luis’ fingers slowed and Leon could have cried from frustration. He bared his teeth as he bucked harder and more desperately into the tight circle of his fist.
“Let me see your face, cariño?” Luis said. “Please?”
Reluctantly, Leon lowered his arm. Luis rewarded him with a sunny smile and a quickened pace. “So pretty,” he praised. “Ah, I knew you would be.”
The noises Leon barely registered making at this point were becoming increasingly frustrated as he teetered right on the edge, bucking between Luis’ fingers and his own hand, heel digging harder into the other man’s back. Dignity drowned out beneath desperation, he ground out, “I'm so close,” baring his teeth.
Luis did exactly the opposite of what he needed and pulled his fingers out, making Leon practically growl at him and give him a panicked look.
“Shh, I've got you—” Luis bent Leon's leg over his shoulder and brought his non-sticky hand to Leon's cheek, cupping it. The coolness was a relief on the angrily flushed skin. Luis spat into his other hand again and let it drip from his palm to Leon's hole, pushing it in with three fingers this time. The stretch became a satisfying thing, a visceral sensation that soothed Leon's flayed nerves as much as it overwhelmed them. He threw his head back and Luis’ hand slipped to his neck, and Leon stroked himself at a feverish pace, breathless uh, uh, uhs squeezing from his throat, his free hand coming to grip Luis’ forearm and feeling the tendons in it flex as his fingers worked, rubbing relentlessly, viciously just where he needed them—
The shout that left Leon as he came was guttural. His whole body tensed as he was wrung dry, each crook of Luis’ fingers coaxing another squirt of sperm onto his abdomen. The moans turned to whimpers as the stimulation became more overwhelming, his foot kicking out involuntarily, his breathing coming in harsh pants. Strands of sweaty hair clung to his face.
Leon's hand slowed, and Luis seemed to take the cue to ease up, giving him a moment to breathe. When Leon dared to dazedly look, Luis was looking at him like he was a fucking wonder of the world or something. Leon didn't realize his eyes had overflowed until a tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't know why. It wasn't like he was sad, but his brain felt like a soup of chemicals, and some of it had to spill.
“How are you?” Luis said softly, rubbing his thumb back and forth over the corner of Leon's jaw.
“I think I just died,” Leon slurred.
“Good or bad?” Luis laughed. His fingers carded into Leon's hair and stroked it back.
“Yes.”
“How can I make you feel good?”
Fuck it. Leon didn't want to lose his anal virginity without even a kiss. He curled his fingers into Luis’ shirt collar and tugged him in. The awkward angle on his arm, squashed between their bodies, had to be uncomfortable, but Luis didn't complain. He was smiling as Leon tilted in and brushed their lips together lightly. The overflowing cup of emotion soup in his brain seemed to tip over entirely as Luis kissed him back as if he were something precious. A lump formed in Leon's throat.
Luis kissed him more firmly, but the kiss remained surprisingly sweet, relaxing and slow. It grounded Leon as much as it undid him. His erection still wouldn't go down, but it was almost unbearable feeling Luis’ shirt rub against the sensitive skin.
Who needed Viagra when you could have a free parasite, apparently?
Speaking of which, the kissing turned a bit hungrier as Leon sucked Luis’ lower lip and swiped his tongue over it, the heat in his belly ratcheting up again after so few moments of relief. Leon felt rational thought slipping away again, replaced by the mantra of please, please. He bucked against Luis’ still fingers, begging for them to move.
As they parted, Luis’ eyes were dark and wanting. Unable to bring himself to say the words, Leon tugged meaningfully at Luis’ belt instead. Luis obliged and eased his fingers out, making Leon shudder at going from full to empty. Luis unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, pulling out his cock, which was flushed a neglected red after having barely been touched the whole time. Leon couldn't help but stare, torn between desire and trepidation that it was about to be in his guts.
“Like what you see?” Luis had to go and run his mouth. Leon scowled at the cheesy line and how badly he wanted Luis right then anyway.
“Just… put it in.”
“So romantic. Your wish is my command.”
Leon wasn't aware he was holding his breath as Luis slicked himself up with spit and semen, moaning as he touched himself after going so long without, and lined himself up to nudge into Leon. The tease of his cockhead against Leon's hole tingled pleasantly all the way up his back. As Luis gently pressed the tip in and out the barest amount, Leon's breath trembled out as it occurred to him that Luis wasn't going to just shove it all in at once. He'd been gentle and patient so far, bewilderingly contrary to his usual infuriating tendency to act first and only tell Leon the plan halfway through.
Leon found himself torn between watching the tip of Luis’ dick pop in and out and watching the man’s face, his dark hair hanging pretty as his head bowed over Leon and his lips parted in pleasure. Leon felt overheated at both sights.
He grew more and more impatient, until he was rolling his hips to meet Luis. His cock slid deeper, and Leon groaned shakily, bringing his hand to squeeze the base of his own shaft.
“Oh,” Luis panted. “Gentle, sweetheart, don't hurt yourself.”
“Doesn't hurt.” Leon urged Luis on with his ankles digging into him, keeping him from pulling out even an inch. Greedy for more of the satisfaction of being filled, he arched further onto Luis cock, letting out a strangled moan as he bottomed out. Leon could fucking feel every twitch and throb of Luis inside him, buried in his guts. Leon wondered what his knot would feel like and exhaled like he'd been struck. For a moment he and Luis just looked at each other in silent awe, adjusting to each other's bodies and the raw intimacy.
Then Luis pulled his hips back and rolled them forward, and Leon lost himself in the ensuing pleasure and the parasite’s influence over him, drowning out every thought except yesyesyesyesyes. Leon rocked to meet him on every thrust, urging the pace to become break neck. Luis leaned over him further, almost bending him in half, and as the angle changed to hit that spot from earlier, Leon's noises became loud and punched-out. Leon caught Luis’ hand and their fingers curled together, Leon gripping him like a lifeline.
“Good boy,” Luis praised breathlessly in his ear. “So sweet. Mmh, I could do this forever, amor.”
All Leon could do was whine in response, almost drooling, eyes glazed over and throat bared easily this time—completely submitting.
“Think you can come again for me?” Luis kissed Leon's cheek.
Leon turned his face away, his ears turning redder. “Need your knot,” he choked hoarsely.
He got exactly what he wanted. Luis made a noise in response that was practically feral and sank his teeth into the side of Leon's neck, snapping his hips into Leon at such a frantic pace he could hear his balls slapping against his ass. “Fuck, fuck, take it, let me knock you up princesa”—
Leon almost keened, head thrown back and mouth hanging open as Luis’ knot began to swell inside him—completely ruined by another alpha. Luis bit him harder as he swelled to completion, growling, pushing in as deep inside as he could go and pulsing out load after load of hot seed, breeding him. Leon locked his legs tight around him and with just a few strokes of his cock came so hard he couldn't even make a sound, face screwed up, squeezing even more out of Luis as he clenched around him. His body shook uncontrollably. Through it all, Luis held his hand, anchoring him through it. Wave after wave of euphoria swelled inside him.
Gasping for breath, Leon slumped bonelessly to the floor, sweaty and feeling like a sack of bricks, the hand that had been squeezing his dick dropping heavy beside him. As Luis kept coming in him during the mating tie, little rocks of his hips coaxing his cock to leak more, Leon whimpered at the stimulation, satisfied and awash in aftershocks of pleasure that almost felt like miniature orgasms of their own.
The stretch of Luis’ knot was… fuck. Leon didn't know if he'd be able to touch himself to the thought of anything else ever again. His neck ached from Luis’ bites, and even that felt sweet. Despite the heaviness of his body, Leon was floating. His cock finally started to soften, thank God, but it gave a weak twitch as he watched the blissed out look on Luis’ face.
I did that, he thought dazedly.
Luis laughed, amazed little chuckles spilling from him helplessly like the tears had spilled from Leon earlier. “Dios mio. Leon, you're perfect. That was perfect.”
Luis’ dimples made Leon feel like he had contracted an illness. Besides the parasite. At a loss for words, Leon just squeezed his hand. They both moaned softly as more come pulsed from Luis’ tip, slicking Leon up inside.
“Gonna be here a while,” Luis said. “Want to get comfy?”
The floor was pretty awful on Leon's back. He hummed his assent and pushed himself up on wobbly arms, lowering his legs and wincing as his stiff joints clicked. As he caught on, Luis helped pull him into his lap. The change in position sank Luis deeper into him. Leon made a stupid sound and bonelessly dropped his head into the crook of Luis’ neck, inhaling the scent of him and his cigarettes. Luis held him.
“...Thanks,” Leon mumbled into his shoulder, exhausted, but genuinely grateful. He shuddered to think of how everything would have gone down if Luis hadn’t been there. And he could have made the whole thing quick, rough and impersonal, but he'd acted like he cared about Leon instead. Some balls on him to decide Leon was going to be his submissive little sweetheart, though.
“For you, cariño? Any time.”
“I’m taking charge next time.” Leon's eyes shut. If we both make it out of here.
“Next time? Wait, next time?” Luis perked up.
Leon smirked against his skin as he pretended not to hear, acting as if he had already dozed off.
“Sancho, wait, don't go to sleep yet! Next time?!”