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The first thing Chris registered was the press of warm lips on his shoulder, trailing upwards. Sleepily he shifted, trying to press back against the solid body behind him already before he had properly woken up. “Leon?” he asked, voice scratchy, and as he turned his head he was immediately rewarded with a slow kiss. It started out as more a good morning, a gentle press of lips, but that only lasted mere seconds before Leon already flicked Chris’ lower lip with his tongue, immediately deepening the contact as Chris welcomed it.
As it ended, Chris couldn’t help but smile against Leon’s lips, his eyes still closed. “Why are you awake?“ He didn’t actually know what time it was but considering the fact that during their years together Leon had probably woken up first twice, there probably was a reason for it. Also judging by the way Chris still felt so loose-limbed and relaxed, more than a little sleepy, it couldn’t have been very late.
As an answer Leon kissed the curve of Chris’ jaw, pressing closer against him. Even through their underwear Chris clearly felt the hardness against his ass, and he made an understanding sound in the back of his throat. “Didn’t you get enough last night?”
“C’mon,” Leon practically purred, “two weeks.“ He shifted, grinding against Chris, and as sleepy as Chris was his body definitely was already on board with the proceedings, waking up much faster than his mind was. Leon slid an arm around Chris, his palm flat on Chris’ abdomen, and slowly inched his hand down until he could slip his fingers underneath the waistband of Chris’ boxers. “I missed you.“
That was an easy statement to agree to, and Chris didn’t even miss a beat. “I missed you, too,” he said, even underlining the statement by pressing back against Leon. He shifted a little, shamelessly rubbing his ass against the evident bulge in Leon’s underwear, and when it drew a groan from Leon he considered it a win. “Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” he asked, the grin audible in his voice.
As an answer Leon only shifted so he could kiss him again, and this time there was nothing of the exploring softness left. It was all hunger, all pure need, and he didn’t even try to hold back. Neither did Chris, though, and when Leon impatiently tugged on his boxers to get them off he tried his best to help with that. It was kind of an awkward shuffle to get rid of the remaining clothes, but as soon as they managed they fell back to the original position, Chris practically facedown against the mattress, his hips angled sideways, and Leon right behind him.
The prepwork was quick, neither of them willing to drag it on very long, and soon Leon was already aligning himself so he could slowly push inside of Chris. Almost overwhelmed by how good it was, Chris turned his head and pressed his face into the pillow, holding his breath throughout the first thrust. It felt like it went on forever, and even when Leon finally stopped with his hips flush to Chris’ ass, Chris finally let all the air out of his lungs.
“F-fuck,” he gasped out, experimentally shifting his hips. It sent tiny sparks of pleasure through him, Leon’s rock hard cock pressing onto his prostate and rubbing against it with each minute shift of their bodies. Chris let out an almost embarrassing whine, blindly grabbing at the pillow to have something to hold on to.
“You’re so good,” Leon breathed right into Chris’ ear, “so good.” He pulled back only an inch, before sinking right in again, rocking his hips in slow and shallow thrusts that had no right to feel so goddamn amazing. He was stroking Chris’ side, dipping his hand lower to Chris’ thigh, his fingers drawing patterns onto his skin.
And Chris felt like he was going to spontaneously combust with all of the sensations coursing through him. As slow as the pace was, it did nothing to slow down the buildup of pleasure, all of it coiling tight in the pit of his stomach as he kept on helplessly gripping the pillow for support. It almost took him by surprise when Leon laced his fingers around his cock, giving him a few slow pulls.
Despite the intensity it was still languid and some part of Chris felt like he was still asleep, there was no way he would be feeling this good otherwise, now was there? Leon was still murmuring nonsense in his ear, his voice enough to take Chris even higher, and that combined with the slow thrusts and the stroking of his dick pushed Chris dangerously close to the edge.
In truth, Chris didn’t know whether he actually asked for it out loud or if he just hoped it would happen. But either way, Leon finally picked up the pace until he was snapping his hips forward harshly, every single thrust making damn stars explode in Chris’ vision. All Chris could do was hold on and try to somehow gulp enough air into his lungs, soft sounds punched out of him with every single shift of their bodies.
Then it was all over and Chris tipped over the edge into his climax, coming so hard that he didn’t even remember the last time. Leon kept both stroking and fucking him through it, chasing his own high, and a distant part of Chris hoped that it’d never end as even through his own haze of pleasure it continued feeling so good.
Eventually Leon buried his face in Chris’ shoulder and came with a low groan, his hips stuttering as he rode out his orgasm. Even as he finally stilled and then pulled back he kept pressing light kisses onto the back of Chris’ shoulder, until he slotted himself along the line of Chris’ back and wrapped an arm around his waist to simply hold him close. He placed his chin on Chris’ shoulder, smiling against his ear. “Good?”
Chris snorted. “You know it was good,” he grumbled. “You looking for praise?”
“Maybe,” Leon chuckled. “But I was thinking that we could take a nap and then go for a repeat performance.“
That piqued Chris’ interest immediately. Both parts, actually. He felt so well-fucked right now that he could definitely go for a nap, and the promise of another round later? Even better. “You have something specific in mind?” he asked, his voice already a little slurred, the sleepiness and how relaxed he was audibly evident in the words.
“Well,“ Leon drawled. “Right now, it’s a toss-up between shower sex and tying you onto the headboard.“
Chris hummed. “Both?”
“Both,” Leon laughed. “Both is good.”