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You perched on his lap, pre-roll dangling loose from your fingers, and you tipped your head back. Smoke blowing into the air, Leon raced his palms down your leather-clad arms. You looked good in his jacket. Better than he ever did, he insisted. It only encouraged your thievery, and so, despite how warm you were after a few beers and copious amounts of weed, you kept it on, knowing your reward would be coming.
Looking back down at him, Leon’s fingers brushed over yours as he took the blunt from you. It was your turn to give him the attention you knew he so needed. His other hand toyed with his glass of brandy, fingers trailing around the rim, and you knew where his mind was starting to wander. Black sweatpants low on his hips, you knew if he was wearing underwear you’d be able to see his waistband. But he wasn’t.
Leon inhaled deeply, and you watched the end of the pre-roll burn brighter. Holding it in his lungs, he reached out and gripped the sides of your face. He tugged you closer, and your lips parted. Tongue wagging out with need, Leon opened his mouth, letting the smoke curl into your lungs. A swell of slick beaded between your folds in immediate response.
His lips continued to hover above yours until his breath was gone; you kept a hold of your smoke for a long moment, huffing it out when it started to sting. You blew it into Leon’s face, and he waved it away with a scrunch of his nose. You giggled softly, and Leon grinned.
“What?”
“You’re cute,” you murmured, shaking your head when Leon offered to trade. You let him take another hit as your nails dragged little lines up beneath his shirt. You skipped across scars, the blooming bursts of gunshot wounds and ragged ridges of knife cuts, until you could push your thumbs into the old lines that carved across the bottom of his pecs. “I missed you, you know.”
A trip to Colorado turning into being hauled in for a collaboration with Chris had meant Leon was away for far too long. But he seemed better for it. Leon had been absolutely miserable when you dropped him off at the airport. Drunk texts flooding in every morning, afternoon, and night had made you consider boarding the next flight to Denver in an effort to find him. But you let him have his time.
The cuts on the side of his face were healing nicely. All things considered, he was lucky. He was in one piece, and he was home. That was all you could ask for.
Well, maybe you could ask for a little more.
You gripped the top of his sweats, and you started to work them down over his hips. As you shifted, Leon raised a brow, but he made no effort to stop your mission. You tugged them all the way down, and Leon moved to lay against the couch; you crept up between his legs, marveling at the sight in front of you.
Leon was soaked. His clit was standing at attention, poking from beneath his hood, and you teased a thumb across the head. His cunt was puffy, practically begging for it, and slick had run halfway down his thighs, wetting the dark leg hair and giving him a beautiful shine. Oh, you loved it when he got like this.
You pressed your face close to his pussy, again, tongue lolling in near-pathetic levels of desperation. But you were obsessed with him, and it didn’t matter what you might look like righ tnow. You breathed in the scent of his arousal, and it made you dizzy. Peering up from beneath your lashes, you saw Leon giving you a look of utter adoration. The smoke leaving his lips made the space between you hazy, and you couldn’t stop your stupid smile or the snort-laugh that left you.
“ What ?” Leon giggled, rubbing at his stubble with his free hand. A blush dusted his nose.
“I don’t know .” You were in a fit, a little caught up in the cross-fade, but then you busied your mouth by licking up along his cunt. Leon’s own laugh turned to a shaky moan; your belly still shook with your giggles as you lapped deeper into his dripping entrance. You nuzzled your nose against the underside of his t-cock, eyes fixed on Leon.
“You’re so pretty,” Leon said, reverential. His lips were in a lazy smile, and you saw his blush deepen towards his cheeks. He reached for his glass of brandy and took a tiny sip. You lifted your face up, already glistening with his juices, and Leon’s clit jumped in response. “Even better.”
“Give me another hit, and I’ll really make you love me.” The promise rolled easily off your tongue, and Leon dropped his glass onto the side table behind him.
“Don’t have to try for that one,” he mumbled around the pre-roll. He took a heavy drag while you crawled above him. One hand braced beside his head while the other parted his wet pussy lips; fingers fanning them out, you slid along them for a moment before working a single digit into his hole. Leon gripped your still-slick chin and brought you close.
Smoke passed between you, and a second finger joined the other. You pumped them slowly, Leon choking a little on his exhale. Your lips twitched, an attempt at a grin while you focused on the warmth filling your lungs. Leon pulled back, and this time, you blew the smoke away from him. Once you did, his mouth covered yours, tongue lapping at the bitter aftertaste of weed and the sweet sheen of his arousal still coating you.
Your fingers fucked a little faster now, coaxed into action by the sweet kisses Leon kept leaving over your lips. It was an effort to get away from him, and your words were muffled as you pleaded, “C’mon–wanna eat you out.”
“And I want to–” A kiss. “–show you–” Another kiss. “–how stupid I was–” And another. “–for leaving you.”
“After,” you assured him, the laughter in your voice making Leon nuzzle even closer. “ After .”
“God–fine.” Leon did his best to sound annoyed, but you saw that crooked canine flashing in the light, and you knew you had him. You gave him one more kiss before dropping back between his legs.
Fingers completely drenched in Leon’s wetness, you drew them out for just a moment to shove them in your mouth. Tongue dancing across your digits, you moaned softly. Your own hips shifted in response, turned almost brainless at the taste of him. Too eager to wait any longer, you moved your hand back down to his cunt and plunged your fingers back inside. Your mouth found his t-cock, and you swirled the tip of your tongue over the head of him.
“Shit, shit , honey.” Leon gripped the still-burning blunt almost tight enough to crumble it. It was nearly finished, and you saw him bring his shaking hand closer to his lips. He breathed in to steady himself, but then you sucked his clit into your mouth. Leon paused in his inhale to moan, smoke puffing out, but then he kept pulling.
You watched through the haze of smoke as it coiled slowly out of his mouth. He just let it flow from his lungs at its own pace, not bothering to exhale. Not until you crooked your fingers, and Leon hissed fuck as he reached over, snubbing the pre-roll into the ashtray. His hands gripped the back of your head, guiding you just a little quicker as you bobbed your head the tiniest bit.
The vacuum of your mouth was unrelenting. Your fingertips pummeled his g-spot. And your eyes were glassy. Leon was all soft breaths and crackling groans, low and rough in your ear. The blood in your veins was hot, almost making you itch, and the creaking leather of his jacket overwhelmed you. Your thighs squeezed together as much as they could to chase a little friction, and you whined into his cunt.
“Sweetheart,” he called. “Fuck, you’re so–god, I was such a fucking idiot. Never should have left you alone.” His hips rolled, and your nose was bumped against his pelvis. You buried your mouth deeper, the fat length of your tongue squishing into his clit. You licked at him, taking in the scent of his pussy and the musk that lived in the dark curls above his sex. If you were high before, this was taking you further, prickling along your skin and making everything shimmer with something overwhelming.
“Leon,” you gasped, coming off his cunt long enough to moan. You shoved your face into the divot between his leg and hip, hungry to smell more of that salt-tang of sweat and little bite of mint that was so potently Leon. Your fingers thrust deeper, and Leon hooked a thumb between your lips; you hummed, pleased, as you sucked on it, eyes unable to focus on him. Leon’s other hand reached between his thighs; his fingers gripped his t-dick, stroking it with quick motions.
You watched him jerk himself off, and you thought you might come, especially with each moment that flushed, pink head poked between his fingers. You let go of his thumb, diving downwards. “Fuck–move.” You nudged his hand away, and you sucked him back between your lips while your fingers kept gliding over the silk walls of his cunt.
Leon laughed, but the sound turned thin, breath leaving his lungs as you went after him with more enthusiasm than before. His body trembled, thighs squeezing over your head, and he came. You listened to the broken wails of your name as slick spilled along your fingers. His t-cock bowed against your tongue, and you cradled him with all the softness in the world.
Leon didn’t give you time to breathe. He was on you in an instant, and his hands were tearing you free of your pants and underwear. His mouth worked little bruises into the skin of your neck, and you sighed at the first touch of his fingers to your clit. He left you clothed up top–he loved fucking you in his jacket.
Without waiting, spurred forward and clumsy from his high, he probed at your opening until two fingers slipped inside. You bucked against him, too stoned to think about patience, not when his cunt had been so delicious and made you so fucking wet.
“Leon–fuck, can I feel you inside?”
“You sure can, honey,” Leon purred; he let his fingers drift your thigh, leaving little slick smears as he spread you wide and adjusted your body. His other palm rubbed against his t-dick, bringing it back to attention. Thick, stiff, Leon shuffled closer until his clit was rubbing between your folds. He pressed closer, sinking it into your heat, and your cunt clamped down at the feeling. “Shit–always so good.”
“Wanna come,” you whimpered, barely hearing him as your pulse thundered in your ears. “Wanna come all over your pretty cock. Please.”
“Never gonna say no to you,” Leon murmured, leaning close to kiss you. His hips thrust forward, sliding his t-cock deeper into you. It slipped along your spasming walls. Leon was quiet, breathing soft words: “Oh, god, sweetheart. I need you so bad. I need you every damn day. I love you. I love you.”
You wrapped one leg over his hip, dragging him even closer. His skin slapped lightly against yours, the noise only hitching you higher; your eyes rolled back when Leon started to rub against the hard bud of your clit. He pawed at you with nothing but love in his eyes. You wanted to cry, but your emotions came out in the form of a fresh wave of giggles.
“There you go again,” Leon laughed, totally caught up in the way you felt. His breaths were stuttered, and you knew he was close again. “You’re too high.”
“I am,” you agreed, laughing through the breath-stealing orgasm he ripped you through. Your skin felt like it was melting. The leather and mint rushed through your nose as you gasped, and Leon pushed harder into your clit. You clamped down onto his clit, and Leon buried his face into your neck, still shaking at the shoulders with his quiet laughter as he came again. You both were near hysterics even as pinpricks of pleasure, turning quickly into hot overstimulation, dug their claws into your spines.
“I love you,” you snickered, nose wrinkling up. Leon’s eyes crinkled at the corners as he grinned at you. You took in the lines all over his face, the still-healing cuts, and you combed a hand through his hair.
“I love you, too.”
Leon pressed his forehead to yours. You both panted into each other’s mouths.
“Want another?” you murmured, reaching behind you for the pre-roll still waiting on the table.
Leon grinned. “Sure.”
Smoke and soft kisses and the taste of Leon kept you up for the entire night. Not that you minded. Not that you ever would.