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If you were to ask Father Kennedy his opinion on the visiting priest from Spain, he’d give you a simple answer. He was holy, and that was all that mattered. It didn’t matter that Leon thought the man was fairly attractive, nor did it matter that he’d gotten close with the man in the few months that they’d spent together.
He willingly confided in Father Serra, whom he’d come to call Luis frequently in the private of their own quarters, telling him of his dreams and thoughts, even when they didn’t concern God or the Angels above. Luis was always invested in Leon’s dreams, especially if Leon were to mention Luis in one of them.
Their bond had grown within the past three months, finding one another as a friend and companion. Even under moonlight with shadows cast upon their faces by stained glass portraits, they could find comfort in eachothers’ voice and laughter.
Leon willingly sought after Luis time and time again, finding himself almost addicted to the man’s presence.
However, Leon kept part of his mind thinly veiled from Luis under the pure understanding that his mind was full of sin. He kept dreaming of Luis above him, committing adultery by feeding off of one another’s passion and lust. He craved Luis’s scent, rich with cedar and smoke and an unfamiliar stain that reminded Leon of leather. He craved Luis’s touch, desperate for some form of gentle graze from the man.
He knew Luis had noticed, because Luis had actually teased him about it - saying something under his breath about it after communion. Leon had ignored Luis for the rest of the afternoon after that particular incident, refusing to ackowledge his desire, even with Luis semi-aware of what was going on in Leon’s tainted mind.
No amount of prayer could save him from the way he lusted after Luis. No amount of pleading with God to reset his mind and save him from his vile temptations toward the other man. The fact that Leon had even felt this toward a man was even worse than it would’ve been if Luis had just been a woman.
His lust and temptation made his mind feel as though it had melted past his ears. Every time he had to read verses to the church-goers, he could feel sin slowly ride up his spine. Sin and Shame.
Days had gone by with Leon living with his unholy temptation. For the first time in what felt like years since his adolescence, he’d willingly sinned, touching himself to the consuming thought of Luis. That night, Leon cried over the feeling of himself in his palm, twitching and desperately trembling as he begged himself for release.
That was two nights ago. He’d confessed his sin to Luis in tears, though he didn’t tell the man his thoughts on the matter - didn’t tell the man that Luis was the only face he could imagine as he spilled into his fist.
Luis had comforted him, telling him his confession held value and worth, telling him that Leon wasn’t the sinner he’d imagined him as. Forgiving him for his treachery against God.
The two of them had found balance like that, with Leon having stronger urges by the day. Luis had touched him once or twice, gentle grazes along his arms and longer glances than usual. Leon was preening in the attention, even if it wasn’t any grand gesture, he devoured what Luis gave him.
He grew greedy, along with lustful. His vices were slipping. He needed to be within Luis’s presence almost constantly, finding himself more and more drawn to the man as if he were a moth to a flame.
Tonight though, when he went to speak to Luis, something had changed. Leon didn’t know what triggered the man, but the Spanish priest was at his feet as if he were starving, desperate to be within Leon’s presence and bask in his radiance.
Luis stood before him, his cassock just barely hanging off of his shoulders. The rosary that was usually kept around Luis’s neck had dropped to the floor, the beads spilling as Luis stripped his chest.
“Oh, Father Kennedy." Luis purred, slowly licking his lips as he advanced toward Leon. "May I confess my sins to you?" He pleaded, hands slowly gliding to Leon’s hips before reaching for his back to pull him closer.
Luis's hands slowly dragged along the back of Leon's cassock, a soft hum falling from his lips. "Come on, Leon…" Luis murmured, voice falling past his lips like smoke. "Don't be so uptight, yeah?" He mused, the smirk on his lips evident in his tone as he circled the priest.
“You’re… You’re vile, Father Serra.” Leon hiccupped, feeling his heartbeat in his throat. His blood was screaming at him, telling him to drop to his knees and plead with the man for some form of touch, some form of sin, some form of pleasure.
Leon felt - humiliated. He'd never felt such unholy sensations coursing through his body, nor had he ever given himself the pleasure of pursuing it. Luis had overridden his senses with his smooth accent and rich cologne, and worst of all, his dreams.
"I. . . I don't understand, Father Serra." Leon whispered, voice hitching as he spoke. "This is- This is sodomy." Leon whimpered, Luis's warm hand slowly gliding from his lower back to his groin, his palm just barely grazing his concealed cock.
"What would God have to s-say about this?" Leon stammered, looking back to Luis and meeting his grey-slit gaze.
Inhuman gaze. Leon could feel his breath catch as Luis stared down at him, his holy façade finally dropping. Leon watched as the man’s body slowly changed, eyes glowing in the dark shadows of the chapel that loomed over them.
Leon began to understand what stood before him, an unholy chimera of lust and temptation, lithe body practically glistening beneath the moonlight.
The body of the Incubi, his voice, his scent, his smile- his eyes. So strong, so grey. They refused to leave his head, haunting his soul and his very mind. Luis was being controlled by just the simplest glance of a beast. Leon couldn’t compare a single soul to the Incubi’s, he couldn’t keep sinful thoughts from tainting his person. The Incubi could be his paradise.
No- no. He must stay faithful to god. He had to! This Incubi was going to rot his brain and be the cause of his downfall. A holy man like him wouldn’t let such a disgusting creature like that taint his being, even if he’d already been dragged to the darkside with lust and temptation controlling his thoughts. God would help him. God would save him. Leon was desperate for salvation.
Please, God. Please. Please. . .
"What does God have to do with this?" Luis whispered, a low growl in his voice as he leaned in to Leon's ear. It was as if he’d been reading Leon’s mind, hearing Leon’s desperate prayer. His lips barely grazed the shell of Leon's skin, breath hot and warm. "Give in, Leon. Give me what I want." He whined, pressing a kiss to Leon's ear.
“I’ve wanted you for months, Leon.” Luis growled, lips still pressed to Leon’s ear. “That confession of yours… It’s rotted in my mind. The thought of you touching yourself. I know you were thinking of me, Leon. I can practically taste your lust.” Luis lowly hummed, pressing his hips forward.
Leon could feel Luis’s growing arousal against his thigh, breath hitching from the new sensation of the man pressed against him. He could feel Luis’s carnal desire this way, and by God, if Leon wasn’t practically glowing under the sensation.
“Your virginity. Your untouched body. I could smell it, all the way from Hell. I knew I had to have you. I knew I needed to take you.” Luis murmured. “Mi vida,” He whispererd, accent thick as he spoke to Leon.
The priest, once strong and pious, felt his resolve shatter.
"Luis," Leon whined, head tipped back as the demon's warm hands slowly dragged down his side. Claws dug into his cassock, the fabric just barely ripping beneath Luis's hands. “This… This is sin.” Leon mumbled, though he didn’t even care about the fact that he’d been betraying God.
His mind felt blank, whited-out from shock and humiliation. Leon couldn't fully comprehend what he'd gotten himself into, feeling the Incubus before him slowly grind forward.
"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you," Luis whispered, lightly nipping on Leon's neck. "I knew you'd be the most delicious meal a man could ever receive. Isn't that right, Father Kennedy?" The man murmured, a cruel grin in his voice as he spoke.
Leon felt like he was babbling out unintelligible prayers, the repetitive whispers falling off his tongue. He felt Luis move, warm lips pressing against his own in an act to silence him.
The Incubus practically swallowed down the broken gasp that fell past Leon's lips, lowly moaning into the kiss. His tongue slipped out, slowly dragging along Leon's bottom lip to taste him before venturing further. A minute or two must've past, because when Luis pulled away, Leon was panting for air - desperate to breathe.
A thin line of spit connected the two of them. Leon’s gaze fell, half-lidded, soft trembling breaths falling past his lips.
"Are you going to give yourself to me, pet?" Luis whispered. "Por favor, mi perrito." He purred, pressing a kiss to Leon's cheek.
“Do you want to start this? Do you want to sin?” Luis continued, his hand slowly gliding up from Leon’s hips to his jaw. The priest leaned into his touch, eyes just barely fluttering shut. The Incubi was so warm. It’d been forever since Leon had been touched so gently.
“Yes.” Leon whispered, giving Luis everything he needed to hear. The priest— no, the man was pulled down slowly. His lips just barely grazed the Incubi’s, before he sunk into the taller. Leon felt as if he were starving when he tasted the other against his lips, seeking further and further into his touch. Desperate hands gripped at the Incubi’s bare skin, pulling him flush against his own body.
The soft moan that fell from Leon's lips, and Luis was practically reeling from the sound of it. He pulled back with a low growl. “You’re divine. Delicious.” He whispered. “Eres mío.” Luis groaned.
The Incubus surged forward again, capturing Leon’s lips with his own. He pushed him against a pew, letting Leon fall back onto it. Luis chased after him, ripping Leon’s cassock clean off with his claws.
A little gasp slipped past Leon’s lips, and Luis swallowed it down with a growl. Leon could feel Luis shifting, stripping above him.
Leon reached down, grabbing at his cincture and tugging it off half-assedly. He let the holy garment fall to the floor, glancing up back toward Luis. The Incubi’s hands were already on his body, tugging the cassock off of him button by button. Eventually, Luis grew frustrated, ripping the rest off of Leon’s body with a snarl.
Leon’s mind wandered as Luis stripped him.
The thought of his holiness finally being stripped from him was almost a relief, letting the other’s warm hands drape along his body. Leon glanced down for a moment, his heavy gaze catching the other’s grey ones. He felt like his own lust was spilling over, hard cock pressed against his boxers almost uncomfortably.
Luis’s hands dragged to his chest, playing with his muscular breasts with a low hum. He dragged his thumb against Leon’s nipple, moving to press little kisses to the skin there. He licked and sucked at his nipples, playing with them beneath his teeth. Leon couldn’t help but whine at the sensation, vision whiting out for a split second as Luis sunk his teeth into his skin.
He’d never been touched like this before. He’d never been kissed like this before. He’d never been so desired by another being. He trembled beneath Luis, thighs parting and spreading open for the demon to take his place.
Luis was quick to slide between his legs, equally hard cock pressing against Leon’s tented boxers.
The demon continued to play with his chest, eventually moving to Leon’s other nipple to give it the same attention that he’d given to the one before. His tongue laved across it, the hardened bud being dragged upward by Luis. He slowly sunk his teeth down, gently nibbling on Leon’s nipple.
A broken little whimper slipped past Leon’s lips, his chest sensitive in Luis’s touch. He’d never imagined that his body could be stimulated this way, never imagined that he’d be able to feel such sensation or pleasure rip down his spine from just the slightest touch to his chest.
Luis eventually pulled away from Leon’s chest.
“What do you want, Leon?” Luis asked, moving to graze his lips along Leon’s neck, grinding his hips forward in a slow rhythm. Leon could feel himself twitching in his boxers, the warm weight of Luis between his legs making him whimper.
“I - How am I supposed to know? I’ve never done this before.” Leon mumbled, voice just barely above a whisper. A tiny moan slipped past his lips as Luis touched him, feeling the demon’s teeth graze his throat.
Luis slowly pulled away, lowering himself to his knees. His clawed hands dragged along Leon’s torso before snagging the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down just enough to expose Leon’s cock.
It bounced out of its confines with ease, the tip almost red from all the blood pumping to it. A small bead of pre sat on the tip, eventually drooling down the side of Leon’s cock. Luis leaned forward, nosing at Leon’s groin. He pressed his nose to the small amount of pubic hair that Leon had grown, lowly humming.
“Do you want something, Leon? You have to tell me if you do.” Luis teased, lips just barely touching the shaft of his erect cock.
Leon averted his gaze, glancing toward the side for a moment. He felt almost embarrassed with how the Incubi had seemed to take control over the situation so easily, letting out a puff. His hips slightly canted upward, glancing toward Luis. “I want you to— to lick it?” Leon muttered.
A warm chuckle slipped past Luis, the incubi slipping out of the priest's lap and getting down onto his knees. “Anything you want, Leon.” Luis softly murmured. His lips parted with ease, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Leon’s hard cock. The taste of precum stained his tongue, Luis revelling in the taste.
He glanced up to Leon, his eyes slanting as he oh-so slowly licked a stripe up from the base to his tip. Luis’s tongue was hot, dripping wet with saliva. The scent of the other was strong here, Luis taking it in. Leon smelled good to the incubi, which only seemed to make him want more.
Luis slowly wrapped his lips around the tip, finally sinking his head down onto the other’s cock. Saliva dribbled down the shaft, Luis’s eyes fluttering shut as he took Leon’s cock further into his mouth.
His hand gently wrapped around the rest of Leon’s hard cock, wringing it slowly in time with each little suck and swallow that seemed to envelop Leon’s cock. Above him, Leon’s face had twisted into pure pleasure.
He’d never felt something this warm. He’d never felt something this good. Luis’s lips around his cock, his tongue slowly dragging against the underside and licking each little vein - this was Salvation.
Luis growled softly to Leon, drawing his attention. Leon glanced down, stifling a moan as Luis licked along a vein. The incubi pulled up, tongue flicking at the tip of his frenulum. Leon stuttered, hand flying into the Incubi’s hair and lightly tugging it on it.
“Do that again.” He whispered. Luis nodded, licking along the spot before pressing a teasing kiss to it. Another pearl of precum dripped down from Leon’s tip, Luis moving upward to lick it right off from the priest’s cock.
The Incubi was obviously enjoying himself, practically playing with Leon’s penis. He nuzzled against it, letting the shaft rest against his face as wet hot breaths draped themself onto Leon’s pubic bone. Luis slowly groped at his cock, listening to each shuddering whimper that slipped past Leon’s lips.
Luis went back down on the other, gently swallowing before sinking his head down roughly.
Leon nearly shot up, gasping as he felt his cock hit the back of Luis’s throat. The hand in Luis’s hair tugged downward, sending Luis as far down as possible. He could feel Luis’s nose press up against his pubic bone. “Oh, heaven above— Luis!” Leon whined, hips grinding upward. Luis drooled, gagging softly around the man’s cock.
Luis could feel his own cock twitching with excitement, greedily swallowing down the precum that seemed to drip from Leon’s cock like a faucet. Luis weakly huffed around Leon’s dick, messily sucking him off. Spit drooled past his lips, dripping onto the cold floor.
After a few more minutes of sloppy oral, Luis pulled his head off, panting as he looked up toward Leon. His grey eyes seemed so bright, lips puffy and parted from his prior activities.
“Why...” Leon hiccupped, writhing a bit on the wooden pew. “Why’d you stop?” He asked, voice breathy and torn as he looked down at the Incubus. Slowly, the man rose off of his knees, moving to fish his own cock out of his boxers.
“Don’t worry about it.” Luis mumbled. He moved, hands grabbing Leon’s hips and forcing him to turn. He pinned Leon down onto the pew, guiding Leon’s ass into the air slowly.
The poor virgin beneath him trembled, thighs flexing as Luis touched him. “What are you doing?” Leon asked, voice shaking as he spoke. Luis didn’t say a word, simply leaning down and pressing a kiss to the cleft of Leon’s ass.
He dragged his lips, eventually parting Leon open. He gazed down at Leon’s hole, pink and pretty and empty. Luis would change that.
The Incubus leaned forward, pressing his lips to Leon’s hole before slowly sliding his tongue along the ring of muscle. The sound of Leon gasping was music.
Leon had never felt such foreign sensation, eyes blowing wide before eventually falling shut. A low whine slipped past his lips, feeling Luis’s tongue drag and prod at his entrance. The feeling was sublime. Leon could feel his thighs twitch each time Luis thrust his tongue into his hole, the sensation of being stretched open becoming more and more pleasurable. Eventually, Luis’s tongue slipped inside of him.
The priest gasped at the sensation, nails digging into the wooden pew beneath him and dragging at it for any form of purchase or comfort as Luis’s tongue slowly thrusted in and out of his hole.
Luis was insatiable, chasing after the taste of Leon and the sound that spilled past his lips. He drooled onto his poor hole, watching it wink and flutter from the stretch of Luis’s tongue. He could taste Leon on his tongue, salt and sweat and skin staining his lips. It was addictive. Luis pulled away slowly, humming.
He spat onto Leon’s hole, listening to the priest whimper at the sensation.
“Do you want my cock?” Luis asked, voice heavy with lust. “Do you want me to take your virginity? Do you want me to take you?” The Incubus murmured, hands slowly gliding along the globes of Leon’s ass.
“Please.” Leon mumbled. “Please…” He sighed, pressing the side of his face to the wooden pew.
Luis snorted.
“What was that? What did you say?” He asked, slowly leaning forward to whisper into Leon’s ear. He draped himself along Leon’s back, lithe body pressing into Leon’s more muscular one. “What do you want?”
Leon sniffled.
“I want you. I want you to take my virginity, Luis.” Leon pleaded, looking back at Luis from over his shoulder. He could see the lust that was spilling past Luis’s glowing eyes, drinking in the way Luis’s small grin turned into a disgusting smirk.
“Your virginity. You sweet thing.” Luis whined lowly, pressing his lips to Leon’s neck. He slowly pulled away, grabbing his cock and giving it a few tugs. “How badly do you want me, Leon?” The Spaniard purred.
Leon wanted to cry from desperation.
“Please.” Leon hiccupped, able to feel warm tears well up in his eyes. “Please. Be my salvation. Be my saviour. Take me, Luis…. fuck me. He pleaded, slowly grinding his hips back into Luis’s. His gaze felt foggy, slowly blinking. He’d never felt such desperation before, never felt such lust and greed. His mind felt as though it’d melted, slowly dripping out of his ears as he begged and cried for Luis’s cock.
The Incubus behind him was preening, slowly stroking his own cock. “Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” Luis asked, enjoying how Leon had slowly deteriorated into a sinner. He watched Leon nod, letting him push his hips back again. Luis sighed.
“Anything for you, mi vida.” Luis murmured.
The incubus moved forward, slowly pressing the tip of his cock to Leon’s hole. He shifted, lightly rubbing Leon’s hip as he pushed himself inside. “Take it.” Luis whispered, watching as the tip of his cock slowly disappeared into Leon’s tight heat.
Leon whined at the intrusion, clawing at the wooden pew as Luis slowly pushed himself inside. He could feel his hole stretching, glad that Luis had made sure that the intrusion wasn’t dry. Leon figured that if it was dry, it would’ve hurt him even more.
“Look at that,” Luis purred, finally sheathing his cock inside of Leon. He watched the blond tremble, chuckling softly. “You were made for this. You were made for my cock.” Luis softly spoke, moving to lightly pet Leon's head. He grabbed him by the hair, gently tugging him back onto his cock.
The little whine that ripped itself from Leon’s lips was music to Luis’s ears.
“You practically sucked me in, Leon. Your body was made to sin. You were born for this, weren’t you?” Luis sighed happily, grinding his hips forward. Leon clenched around his cock, a choked sound slipping past his lips as Luis moved his hips.
“Big.” Leon dumbly whined, trying to hide his face with his hands as he was slowly fucked. “Your cock– It’s big.” He mutttered, hiccupping quietly as Luis lightly canted his hips forward. He could hear the Incubus chuckle behind him.
“Yeah? I’m big?” Luis snorted, softly rolling his eyes. “Do you want me to speed up? You can take it, can’t you?” He asked, watching as Leon mulled over the thought before nodding.
Obediently, Luis’s thrusts slowly gained more speed. Leon clenched around Luis’s cock, trying to muffle any of the sinful nosies that threatened to spill past his lips. He could feel the Incubus deep within him, cock grinding against his insides as he fucked him. Leon shuddered, moving a hand to place it on his lower stomach.
It was a phantom sensation - the strange thought that Luis must’ve been so deep that he could feel him against his stomach. Leon almost giggled at the thought before he was cut off with a sharp moan.
Luis had done something, because Leon felt sharp pleasure rip down his spine like a lightning bolt. He gasped, stuttering out loud before finally vocalizing his pleasure with a moan of the man’s name. He could hear Luis softly moan behind him.
“There?” Luis asked, as if he was speaking to himself. In what felt like a handful of seconds, Luis was focused on that spot. His thrusts were even, but they weren’t enough. Leon wasn’t a beggar, but Luis had broken who he was before.
“There. Please.” Leon whined. He looked back to Luis from over his shoulders, cold blue eyes locking onto lust-filled greys. “Harder.” He whispered, his voice falling past his lips. He could see Luis mutter, unable to hear what the man had said before the pace grew.
Luis’s once even and easy thrusts turned rougher. He could feel the man grab at his hips, dragging him back onto his cock and skewering him with it. If Leon thought he was feeling Luis in his stomach before, he was definitely feeling it now.
Leon’s toes curled as Luis jabbed at his prostate with the tip of his cock, feeling him grind against it with a low growl. He tightened around the Incubus, moans falling past his lips with each harsh thrust. Leon’s eyes had fallen shut, mind becoming nothing but mud as Luis fucked him.
He felt like he was in a pheremone induced coma, drinking up the scent and sound of Luis as he was fucked open. Sinful words and sounds slipped from Leon’s lips as he was fucked, eyes involuntarily rolling back into his skull from the overwhelming sensation of Luis.
“Made for my cock, yeah? For me? I’m fuckin’ filling you. Look at that… look, Leon.” Luis mumbled, rambling to himself as he fucked into Leon. The man’s filthy words made Leon’s cock twitch.
Leon slowly covered his mouth with his free-hand, keeping his other hand on his lower stomach. He felt like he was being ripped open, his heart torn from his chest and bleeding into the open air as Luis fucked him.
“Mine.” Luis snarled, Leon weakly nodding. His eyes were filled with tears, Luis’s roughness slowly overwhelming him. Everything was becoming too much. Luis was too much. Luis was far too much, but Leon fucking loved it.
Luis’s thrusts were becoming sloppy, keening whimpers and moans slipping past Leon’s lips every few moments. “Speak up, Leon.” Luis growled, pulling at the man’s hair with a hard tug.
“Fuck!” Leon gasped, head being tugged back. Luis pulled him fully, dragging Leon up against his chest and wrapping his arms around Leon’s torso. Leon gasped at the new position, feeling Luis sink so much deeper inside of him. “Fuck! Ah, Luis!” Leon cried.
The Incubus was growling into his ear, biting down on his neck as he continued to roughly fuck Leon open.
A warm coil was built inside of Leon. He’d never felt this before, never felt such white-hot pleasure. It was like a dam had been built inside of his body, pressure building against it with each thrust from the demon.
“I - I’m close, Luis. I’m so close.” Leon stuttered, cock excitedly twitching. He mewled, knowing exactly what was about to happen. His hand surged down, wrapping around his cock and tugging at it as he was fucked.
The Incubus behind him growled, slapping Leon’s hand away before replacing it with his own. The sensation of Luis touching him and fucking him was too much.
It was far too much.
Leon let out a sob as he came, white ropes of cum shooting from the tip of his cock and painting Luis’s fist. Some of his own cum ended up on his stomach, slowly dripping down his body as Luis continued to fuck him.
Leon slurred over his words, overstimulation riding up his spine as Luis fucked him. His legs flexed, looking back to Luis with a pleading expression. The Incubus only growled, still clutching Leon’s dick.
“Say you’re mine, Leon. Say it.” Luis snarled. “I’m fuckin’ waiting. Mierda…” The demon growled. Leon swallowed thickly as he was fucked, voice just barely coming out as moans broke his words up.
“Y—Yours! Luis, fu-ck! Please, please, want you t—to cum inside ‘f me!” Leonpleaded, mewling and whimpering as Luis fucked him. The Incubus was left satisfied with his words, finally losing his rhythm and pace as he let go.
The sensation of Luis spilling inside of him was divine. Leon never imagined that he’d be able to feel something like this, warm cum filling his hole. The Incubus behind him sunk his teeth into Leon’s shoulder, blood dribbling up against his fangs.
Leon could feel his blood screaming inside of his body, head falling forward as Luis grinded out his orgasm. After a few minutes of slow grinding, Luis slowly pulled his cock out of Leon’s stretched hole. He let Leon fall forward onto the pew, limblessly collapsing in the haze of overstimulation.
He’d done it. Leon had given his virginity to a demon. He’d given it to someone who’d played his trust, someone who’d corrupted him - and if he was given the chance, he’d do it again. He’d do it over and over again. Leon craved Luis’s body, even now in the haze of his orgasm. He craved the sensation of Luis’s cum deep inside of him, craved the searing warmth that Luis’s body had to offer.
Leon was right.
Luis was Salvation.
The demon stared down at his prey for a while, watching Leon twitch and hiccup from exhaustion. He could see his own cum slowly dripping out of Leon’s hole, a little hum falling past his lips.
Luis parted Leon’s ass, leaning down and slowly licking his hole clean. He was being generous, cleaning Leon out with his tongue while lowly humming. He could feel Leon clench around him, growling softly.
He pulled away when he thought Leon was clean enough, lightly patting his ass.
Luis moved, pressing his lips to the side of Leon’s jaw. He could hear the man’s breathing, light and rabbit-quick. He almost felt bad for the guy, but that wasn’t his problem. Luis chuckled softly.
“You’re mine.”
Leon could only nod, barely able to swallow his own spit and drool. He was Luis's. He was owned.
He was His.