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Chris was in heaven. He couldn’t remember ever being this relaxed in his entire life, to the point that he felt almost like he could simply float right off with how boneless he felt. Leon had been kneading his muscles for what felt like hours, working out every single tense spot and knotted muscle he could find, and he was good at finding them. He’d spent almost an hour on Chris’ arms alone, and now he was working his way down Chris’ right leg, digging his thumbs into his calf muscle in a way that both hurt and felt extremely amazing all at once.
Groaning, Chris tilted his head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of Leon. “When the hell did you get this good at this?” he mumbled, his words slightly slurred as he was so pleasantly drowsy from how relaxed he was. He was lying facedown on the bed, arms crossed underneath his head, naked and covered in a thin sheen of the scented oil that Leon had been massaging into his skin. Sure it wasn’t the first time that Leon had given him a massage but usually those had been quick backrubs or trying to ease the tension in his shoulder that got so stiff it sometimes kept him from sleeping. Nothing like this.
“What can I say,” Leon answered with a thoughtful hum, sliding his palm along Chris’ leg to work out the last of the kinks in the muscle. “It’s a gift.” He placed both his palms onto the backs of Chris’ thighs, sliding them upwards until he could grab good handfuls of Chris’ butt. He managed to find a tense muscle even there, and he took a moment to work on it, but soon he teasingly slipped his thumb between Chris’ cheeks, leaning down to press a kiss onto his shoulder blade. “Ask me what else I’m really good at,” he teased.
Groaning, Chris turned his head to press his forehead against his crossed arms, shifting a little in his place as he could already feel all of his blood rushing south. “You’re killing me,” he answered, even if his voice was slightly muffled by the way he was facedown against the mattress. “What else are you good at?” he then asked obediently, parting his knees slightly to ease the pressure between his legs. His dick was showing clear signs of interest and he couldn’t help but try to rub a little against the bed, enjoying the friction and the slow build-up.
“This,” Leon said, using his hold of Chris’ buttock to spread his ass, before using the index finger of his other hand to teasingly rub against Chris’ rim. He must’ve gotten lube when Chris wasn’t looking as it felt completely different than the massage oil did, and when Leon pushed the finger inside the slick slide of it was familiar by this point. They still most often did it the other way around, as they each had their preferences, but during their time together Chris had gotten a real appreciation for getting properly fucked, too.
So he moaned into the mattress, showing his approval of the turn this massage was taking. “Gimme another,” he said, voice rough, and as Leon immediately complied he bit back a low moan at the added stretch. Leon hadn’t been bragging in vain, he really was good with his fingers, and without any trouble he twisted them inside Chris, brushed over Chris’ prostate over and over, but never enough to give him exactly what he wanted and only keeping him on his toes, stringing him on.
Leon pressed kisses along Chris’ spine as he kept fingering him, until he reached Chris’ ear and could breathe the next words straight against it. “Want more?” he asked, flicking his tongue against Chris’ ear. “Another finger?” As he spoke he pressed the pad of his middle finger against Chris’ prostate but then just held his hand still, obviously enjoying the way it made Chris arch his back so he could push into the touch. “Or you want something better?”
Another time Chris might’ve asked for a third finger, as he enjoyed the way Leon was sweetly torturing him so damn much. Now though he was suddenly gagging for it, and all he wanted was for Leon to fuck him properly. He shifted again, not really sure whether he wanted to get more of the glorious fingers inside of him or if he was just trying to rub his growing erection against the mattress, and when he managed actual words his voice was beyond choked. “I want you,” he said, beyond caring how audible the need was in his tone. “C’mon Leon.”
Thankfully Leon was feeling magnanimous as he pulled his fingers back, wiping the excess lube against Chris’ butt. “If a good massage gets you this pliant,” he chuckled, undoing his belt and hastily unzipping his jeans as he spoke, “I should do it more often.” He didn’t bother to actually undress any further, only got his jeans down to mid-thigh, far enough to be out of the way, before he climbed onto the bed to settle behind Chris. Wordlessly he grabbed Chris’ hips and yanked upwards, and it took a second for Chris to realize he needed to actually make his legs work so he could get his knees under himself.
Somehow Chris managed to have his limbs cooperate even with how thoroughly relaxed his muscles were from the hours of massaging, and when he was perfectly on offer with his ass up in the air and his shoulders pressed into the mattress, Leon rewarded him practically immediately. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against Chris’ entrance, but instead of going any further he simply rubbed against him, as if he had all the time in the world.
Chris whined deep in his throat, before turning his head and trying to catch a glimpse of Leon behind himself. “What’re you waiting for?” he asked, voice scratchy. “A written invitation?”
“Not gonna lie,” Leon hummed, “that’d be nice.” Despite his words he nudged his hips forward, and when the head of his cock slipped inside of Chris it made them both gasp. From then on Leon kept the pace slow, inching deeper so gradually that Chris could’ve sworn he was going mad from it. He loved the sensation of being stretched further so damn slowly, and once Leon was sheathed all the way inside of him he could barely focus on breathing properly.
Leon gripped Chris’ hips tight in both hands, pulling back only a couple of inches before sliding right back in, the pace equally slow now. It fit the mood perfectly, as the sensual massage had already gotten Chris so relaxed and pliant, and now getting fucked so leisurely was like the perfect ending to it. Leon leaned over Chris, still kissing the broad expanse of his back wherever he happened to reach, and it was as if each and every one of the kisses pushed Chris’ buttons and turned him on even further.
The pleasure kept building steadily inside of Chris, and a part of him wished that it would never end. Yet another part of him was getting impatient, getting frustrated because the unhurried pace. He wanted more, damnit, he wanted the fanfares and fireworks and the whole works. So he reached back, grabbing Leon’s hip with his right hand, trying to yank him closer to make him pick up the pace. “Leon,” he growled, his brain too gone in the pleasurable fog to form any actual sentences. “More.”
Despite Chris’ efforts, Leon refused to pick up the pace any further. He still kept the thrusts maddeningly slow, still let the build up continue as if they had all the time in the world. And in a way they did, admittedly. Chris was breathing heavily against the covers, his thighs trembling as he tried to hold still for Leon. He was so lost in the sensations, so distracted by the pleasure swirling inside of him, that he barely even noticed when Leon leaned over him to speak right into his ear.
“Touch yourself for me, Chris,” Leon practically only breathed out, “show me how good you feel.”
Chris didn’t need to be told twice. He shifted so he could bring his right hand between his legs, unhesitantly wrapping his fingers around his hot and heavy cock. He was so hard he could feel himself throb in his palm, and already the first slow stroke made him moan raggedly into the mattress. He only managed to keep it slow for maybe three, four strokes before he was furiously jerking himself off, using every single trick in the book to get himself off as fast as he possibly could.
Even so Chris’ climax snuck up on him in the end, and when the white hot pleasure slammed through him it took him by surprise. He tensed, his mouth open in a soundless scream as he came in hot spurts, a shudder after another shaking his frame. Behind him Leon was groaning, tightening his hold on Chris’ hips, and finally, finally fucking him harder. Not that it lasted very long at this point, not with how Chris’ body went tight like a vice and it pulled Leon’s orgasm from him.
Leon still kept moving to ride out the aftershocks of their orgasms, making Chris shiver as tiny sparks of pleasure shot through him with each single one of them. Eventually Leon stilled, though, catching his breath for a moment before pulling back and out of Chris.
Somehow, Chris didn’t even know how, Leon managed to maneuver him around until he was lying on his back instead. Leon was hovering above him and kept pressing soft kisses onto Chris’ cheeks, on his chin, on his nose, and finally on his lips, grinning as it made Chris sigh happily. “Good?” he asked, brushing his thumb over Chris’ cheek.
“More than good,” Chris replied. He felt boneless with both the massage and the pleasure, his eyes slipping shut on their own. He’d never been this relaxed in his life, but it also translated into him feeling like he could fall asleep any second now. “Thank you,” he added. He would’ve looked at Leon but opening his eyes felt like too much effort, and so he just tilted his head forward and blindly pressed a kiss onto Leon’s face wherever it happened to land.
“Sleep,” Leon told him, placing yet another soft kiss onto Chris’ lips. “I’ll be right back.”
Some distantly awake part of Chris realized that Leon would need to get properly undressed, because he was still in his jeans and his tshirt and it wasn’t exactly comfortable for sleeping. But truth to be told Chris wasn’t awake enough to actually respond to the words in any way. He decided it wasn’t that important, he just made an agreeing sound and trusted that Leon got it.
Smiling to himself, content and warm and relaxed, Chris let himself fall asleep.