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Leon looked beautiful when he slept. It was almost a shame to ruin him.
The past three days had been endless for Leon, back to back missions, virtually no sleep for the duration, no one to back him up or help him. When he got back home he was dead on his feet, almost fell asleep in the shower, slow and sluggish in his responses in the way sleep deprived people often were. He joked about not being much fun for a while, yawning widely as he changed into his soft sweats and a hoodie after he finally managed to shower.
It was almost achingly domestic. Krauser both yearned for it and knew he wasn’t built for it. These weeks with Leon had proven that to him time and time again. He kept watching Leon sleepily dry his hair with a big fluffy towel, and told him he’d bring him dinner.
Krauser wasn’t sure where the thought came from, but once it popped into his head acting on it was easy. Laughably easy. He reheated them leftovers as he’d promised, adding the special ingredient into Leon’s portion, before returning to the living room with their plates. Automatically Leon reached out for his but Krauser pulled it away, far enough that Leon couldn’t grab it.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, practically holding his breath as he waited for the answer.
Leon frowned, not really understanding where that came from. He looked at Krauser with those bright blue, tired and honest eyes, even smiling at him softly as he replied. “Yes.”
At that, Krauser’s dick twitched in his pants, a pleased grin curling his lips. He handed Leon his plate, watched him dig in, and took a seat in the armchair to wait. Just wait. His own food was beside the point now, completely forgotten on the table.
Food wasn’t what Krauser was starving for.
It was a testament to how tired Leon was that he didn’t realize anything was off at all. Usually he was the sharpest person in the room, no detail going by unnoticed, his brain working at light speed. Now he didn’t notice Krauser ignoring his food, didn’t notice how Krauser was just watching him. Didn’t notice Krauser slowly rubbing his own dick through his pants, already excited.
Didn’t notice the sleeping pills crushed into his food.
When Leon finally nodded off, his food nearly finished, Krauser got up and grabbed the plate to set it aside. Although Leon wasn’t exactly a small man, it was easy for Krauser to manhandle him, even as he was being completely dead weight. Krauser grabbed him under the knees and around his shoulders, bridal carrying his prize into the bedroom.
Yes, Leon was beautiful when he slept. Krauser would enjoy ruining him.
He set Leon down on the mattress, sitting beside him for a while. He watched Leon breathe slowly and steadily, his chest rising and falling. Leon had such long lashes, fanning over his cheeks, and Krauser reached out to brush his fingers over Leon’s cheekbone. There was no reaction at all, and encouraged by that Krauser ran his palm down Leon’s neck, stopping in the hollow of his throat for second, pressing down experimentally.
Leon’s breathing got a little shallower, wheezing, but he didn’t wake up. Good. Krauser had given him enough pills to sedate him for good, probably, but there was always a risk that he’d wake up.
The risk made Krauser’s blood rush south. He was already hard, cock straining against his pants, but he wanted to take his time to enjoy this. He let his hands roam downwards, over the expanse of Leon’s chest, down to his waist. Briefly he considered getting him out of the hoodie he was wearing but decided against it. The dark green shirt was Krauser’s originally, and something possessive inside of him enjoyed the thought of Leon in his clothes.
Krauser continued his exploration, placing both palms on Leon’s thighs to part his legs. Leon’s thighs were muscular and full of hidden strength, Krauser knew that intimately from the amount of times he’d had those legs wrapped around his head or his waist. Leon’s legs were maybe Krauser’s favorite part of him, and this was like getting to unwrap a present.
As he hooked his fingers under the waistband of Leon’s sweats, Krauser couldn’t help but laugh throatily in delight. Yes, this was perfect. His reward for being good. His reward for playing by the rules for so long.
Slowly Krauser peeled Leon’s pants off him, watching with bated breath as an inch after inch of those pale, gorgeous legs was revealed for him. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them, grabbing an ankle and placing his hand on a firm thigh as soon as the clothing was discarded. He buried his face into the crook behind Leon’s knee, running his nose down his calf until he could sink his teeth into soft skin by Leon’s ankle.
Leon groaned.
Krauser froze.
Slowly Krauser straightened, looking down at Leon. He held his breath for a moment, waiting for those blue eyes to snap open, waiting for Leon to wake up and question what was going on. None of it happened, though. Leon just shifted ever so slightly, turned his head to the side, his eyelids fluttering but never opening. So he was dreaming, then, Krauser thought with a self-satisfied grin.
Better make it a good dream.
Krauser grabbed Leon’s legs one by one, rearranging his position carefully until Leon was lying on his back, legs spread as if in an invitation. Fucking hell, Krauser thought. He couldn’t let this moment go by and not preserve it for the ages. He got up and rummaged through his dresser, until he found the digital camera he’d stashed there. He almost made a triumphant sound as he realized it still had hours of battery life left, and then moved back closer to Leon.
“Look, Leon,” he addressed the other man, who was still asleep. “Look how gorgeous you look at my mercy.” He filmed Leon from head to toe, enjoying the sight and enjoying the fact that he would get to see it again whenever he watched the video later. He reached out and brushed his fingers over Leon’s thigh, scraped his fingernails down the sensitive skin on the inner thigh, and to his delight Leon made a happy little noise in his sleep.
“Good,” Krauser praised. “Good boy, that’s it.” He got more courageous as Leon hadn’t woken up yet, hadn’t even shown any serious signs of waking up, so he went further. He brushed his palm over Leon’s dick, before lacing his fingers around it, giving it an experimental pull. He kept watching through the camera lens as Leon slowly grew hard in his palm. Why the hell hadn’t he thought of this sooner?
Once Leon was hard, Krauser let go of him, again returning his attention to those glorious legs. He pushed one leg to the side, bent at the knee, so that Leon was open and vulnerable for him. Too bad he couldn’t actually fuck Leon like this, that would surely wake him up. “Maybe it would be worth it,” he mused out loud, zooming the camera to Leon’s hard cock, to the space between his thighs. “I could do anything to you. Anything.”
Slowly, almost wistfully, he brushed his fingers between Leon’s asscheeks, rubbing against his hole. Maybe next time, then, he thought as Leon shifted in his sleep, a low whine escaping him. Leon would enjoy it, at least. Maybe he was dreaming of it right now.
Still holding the camcorder Krauser got up and chucked his own pants down to mid-thigh, letting his achingly hard cock to spring free. The mere visuals of this, the mere thought that Leon was helpless and at his mercy, was getting his engine revving like nothing else. He didn’t want to finish himself off, though, so he stood up and stepped to where Leon’s right hand was resting on the mattress. He grabbed Leon’s wrist to pull his hand closer, and then cupped Leon’s hand from the outside so he could close Leon’s prone fingers around his aching cock.
“Fuck, just like that, boy scout,” Krauser swore, slowly thrusting his hips. Leon’s palm was softer than it had any right to be, compared to the calluses in Krauser’s own hands, and he had to keep it slow not to blow his load right then and there. This was far from over, if one asked him.
For a while Krauser enjoyed the feel of Leon’s fingers on him, but then he grew bored, his eyes on his new prize. He shifted the camera into his other hand so he could reach out for Leon, pushing his fingers into the blond strands to pull his head closer to the edge of the bed. He was a bit rougher than he’d intended, yanking Leon closer, but aside from a small whimper that fell from Leon there was no sign that he was about to wake up. Fuck, those pills were good. Or maybe Leon had just been so tired to begin with it helped.
“Your lips were made for cocksucking,” Krauser told Leon as he positioned the head of his cock against Leon’s lips. He smeared precum on Leon’s lips and chin, moaning both at the sight and the feel of it. Leon always looked amazing covered in cum, and Krauser had half a mind to jerk off onto his face now, too. Not before he’d gotten a taste of that warm, wet cavern, though. Krauser pushed his thumb into Leon’s mouth and easily it fell open, making Krauser curse again under his breath. He slid his cock between Leon’s lips, enjoying the sight more than he had words for.
Honestly, Leon was the best goddamn cocksucker Krauser had ever encountered, that part was more than true. The enthusiasm he showed, the little tricks he knew, the way he would adjust his throat to make Krauser come… it was all forever embedded into Krauser’s memory and he’d be thinking of it every time he jerked off or fucked someone else, for as long as he would live.
But there was something about this. Something about the helplessness, how Leon couldn’t do anything but lie there as Krauser fed him an inch after inch of his cock, until it hit the back of Leon’s throat. Krauser moaned. Fuck, he really, really should’ve thought of this sooner. He brushed his thumb over Leon’s lips were they were stretched around his cock, shuddering with pleasure at the sight of it. “Yeah, just like that,” he said without even thinking, and grabbed Leon’s hair to make him tilt his head back a bit.
The new angle was even better, and Krauser started to slowly pump his cock in and out of Leon’s mouth. He couldn’t hold back the steady flow of grunts and groans, his toes curling against the cold floor as he kept fucking Leon’s mouth faster and faster. In the end his orgasm took him by surprise, and he practically growled as he slammed his cock home one last time, coming down Leon’s throat. “Fuck, Leon, just like that, take it,” he muttered, pulling back so he could stroke himself through the rest of the orgasm, some of his cum landing on Leon’s cheeks. “Just like that. You filthy little whore,” he breathed out, rubbing the head of his cock against Leon’s skin to smear his release all over.
As the aftershocks subsided, Krauser realized that he was still hard. So. The crazy bastard had been right, telling him the plaga would enhance his stamina in all the possible ways. Good to know then. Good to know. His hands were shaking slightly from the force of his orgasm, so Krauser positioned the camera on the bedside table, carefully angling it so he could get a good view. He even dragged the table a few feet away from the wall, for the best possible cinematography. This was going to be the movie of the century, for him.
Once done with the setup, Krauser moved to Leon again. “Are you still asleep?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “Or are you just enjoying being used so much you’re pretending to be?” He grabbed Leon’s chin to tilt his head up, and used his free hand to pull Leon’s eyelid up with his thumb. No reaction. Leon wasn’t that good of an actor, really. Krauser wasn’t sure if he was even momentarily disappointed, but even if he was that didn’t last long. “We both know you’d be all into this if you were awake.”
Krauser slid onto the bed, between Leon’s still wide open thighs, and leaned down to mouth a line up his left leg. He bit hard on Leon’s thigh, but only got a sleepy noise as a response for it, so he continued. He sucked a mark right there, claiming ownership, before kissing a trail up Leon’s thigh to his crotch. If Leon was really into sucking a guy off, Krauser couldn’t deny he enjoyed it too. He licked a wet stripe up the side of Leon’s cock, before mouthing at the tip, coating it with his saliva.
There was no conscious movement from Leon but he did respond to the simulation. He squirmed in his place, his breathing growing more ragged, soft little noises escaping him as Krauser took him in his mouth. Krauser felt powerful. He could do this to Leon even when he was sleeping so soundly he had no idea what was going on, when he was drugged with enough pills to keep him down through this all. Yet his body responded, pliant under Krauser’s ministrations.
Slowly Krauser kept working Leon’s cock, sucking and licking, teasing him with his fingers. It didn’t last long before Leon’s entire body jerked, and he spilled over Krauser’s hand. “Good boy,” Krauser praised again, stroking Leon through the orgasm. Maybe he’d have to ask Leon later if he slept well and had pleasant dreams. He could already see it, imagine Leon’s response.
But holy shit, Krauser was harder than he’d ever been in his life. He really needed release and he needed it right now. He grabbed Leon’s ankles and pushed his legs up, so that he could hook them both over his shoulder. That pressed Leon’s legs together so tight that when Krauser pushed his cock between his thighs it created a perfect space for him to fuck into.
“Do you like this, Leon?” Krauser groaned, snapping his hips forward, fucking Leon’s thighs as if his life depended on it. “Do you like being a good little fucktoy for me?”
Leon didn’t answer. His head lolled to one side from the force of the thrusts, his entire body scooting on the sheets. There was still cum on his face, his lips reddened from the earlier abuse, and Krauser wanted to fucking destroy him. He wanted to fuck Leon so hard he wouldn’t be able to walk for a week, wanted to ram into his body time and time again until Leon was not only begging for it but bleeding for it, until he would come crying and chanting Krauser’s name.
“Do you trust me?” In his mind, Krauser saw Leon’s bright blue eyes looking right at him. Trusting him. Completely unaware of the things Krauser wanted to put him through. “Yes.” Leon’s lips moved, and Krauser imagined him saying it over and over again, Yes. Yes. Yes yes yes yes.
Krauser wanted to break Leon. Ruin him for everyone else.
With a grunt Krauser grabbed a good handful of Leon’s ass, imagining how it would feel to be buried in there down to the hilt. He had memories to draw from, he knew how it was, knew exactly how good it could feel. But what if he did it while Leon was unconscious? What if he fucked Leon for hours and hours, propping his unconscious body ass up, holding him in his lap, trying out every possible position to see which of them got him off best.
What if he fucked Leon dry? Watched him bleed around his cock? Forced his way into that tight body and fucked Leon until cum and blood would mix together and make the slide easier for each subsequent round? Krauser was burning up alive at the mere thought of it, his skin too tight, and he could barely breathe as the fantasies were so overwhelming.
Maybe next time, Krauser kept telling himself, maybe next time. He couldn’t fuck Leon like that now, not if he wanted this to keep happening. Leon wasn’t stupid. If he’d wake up fucked sore and full of cum he’d know what had happened. There would be no explaining it away, and Krauser wasn’t stupid either. He wasn’t going to ruin his fun when it was just getting started.
There would be so many nights like this for them. So many. Maybe next time he’d fuck Leon while he was awake first, so that it’d hide the evidence of what he did once Leon wasn’t a conscious participant anymore. That was a good idea, he congratulated himself inwardly, that was what he would do.
As for now, he couldn’t stop rutting against Leon, fucking his thighs faster and faster, until the climax finally slammed through him. It was like a freight train, and for a good long moment Krauser stayed still, hugging Leon’s legs to his chest, his cock still trapped between those glorious, glorious thighs.
Finally Krauser pulled back, staggering onto his feet. He grabbed the camera and made sure he had a good look at Leon from every possible angle, from his stained face to his cum-coated belly and thighs. He looked absolutely delicious like this, and Krauser’s cock twitched again with interest. “Down, boy,” Krauser chuckled, telling himself he shouldn’t overindulge now.
Once satisfied with his video material, Krauser got some wet wipes, and carefully cleaned all the evidence off Leon’s skin. There was the bitemark on Leon’s thigh he couldn’t remove but he felt it was easy to explain, Leon probably wouldn’t mind if he just said he couldn’t resist that little bit when putting him to bed. Otherwise he made sure Leon was clean, even scrubbed the stray splashes of semen off his shirt. Thankfully it wasn’t much.
Then Krauser slowly inched Leon’s sweatpants back on, grunting as it was way harder to get them on than it had been to slide them off. He didn’t bother with the boxers, deciding he could tell Leon he’d been so tired he’d forgotten to even wear them. As a last touch, he shifted Leon better on the mattress, pulling the covers over him. Grinning to himself, he even pressed a kiss onto Leon’s temple, with a mocking “Sleep tight, princess.”
Yes. Leon was beautiful when he slept.
Content with his handiwork, Krauser grabbed his camera and slipped out of the room. Sadly he couldn’t watch the video on the big TV screen with sound, not when Leon might wake up and walk in on him. Yet it was good enough to see everything in the small preview screen on the camcorder itself.
Krauser settled comfortably on the couch, and wrapped his fingers around his half-erect cock. Then he pressed play.