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Leon is on the couch, you helped him get back home, tonight roles are swapped; you are the gentleman. You are in his place, a male place, where he sleeps, where he eats and lives, everything was touched by him. There could be something wrong within you, but this only fact sends a jolt through your body, just to make it worse for you, Leon sprawled helplessly on the couch, he looks like a doll. The one you never had as a kid, always two female dolls you probably threw away, but never a male one.
His whole presence here makes you question your sanity; that's a man that could be your dad, when he was in Raccoon city, you were probably born. Listening to his heavy breathing, while you keep eyeing him, his spread thighs with fabric clinging around his groin, a light bulge. His big protruding chest raising up and down like after sex, only fuels more to your spreading excitement and anticipation. Stop being ridiculous, you were the one to spike his drink.
"Thanks…" he grunts, his hand tugs on the collar of his shirt, your eyes following every movement. "I left… my car there," a pause, he exhales. "fuck me."
He tries to stand up, quickly your hands rest on his shoulders, a light push is enough to make him stumble back. "It is okay, Leon, it is okay, don't want you to crash." Through material, you can feel how hot his body is getting.
"How did you…?"
"You said your name to me!" You cut his question, nervously staring back at him as your fingers slowly dig into his covered, for now, body. "Don't you remember it, silly?"
Why would he wear this tight shirt? He has a nice chest, nice tits, would be a shame not to show them off like that. Still, in a bar? Unless Leon looked for a quickie, but he said he is just here for a drink. He is always there, you know it. Still, the shirt obscenely clings to his body worse than a latex suit would sit on you, those things make a lot of noises (at least from what you have seen in porn), Leon will too, but comparing these two, his grunts are symphony to your ears.
"Are you comfortable?? …Uh, I'm sorry, I don't want to disturb you here." You don't even know why you are saying this. Leon nods, you can see his eyes have harder and harder time to concentrate.
The curves of his chest are so well emphasized by the fabric, it clings, following the rounded shapes of his muscle, from his shoulders, slipping lower, your fingers follow the shadow that sculpt his muscles thanks to the weak light coming from the lamp. A shaky inhale, lips are parted as your touch feels like a electricity to his body, even through the fabric, you can notice the Adam's apple bob every time you apply a little bit more pressure on his body, every time you caress his covered abdomen, feeling the sculpted, tensed muscles.
You are affecting him. Oh shit, you of all people.
"Can you… don't touch me.." like that. Leon grunts, just deepening the crease between his eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, sorry, I don't mean it." Oh you do. Your voice is shaky, dry and painful to speak, like a knife stabbing your throat every time you talk. "You like it."
"I don't.." Leon shakes his head, frowning deeper when your fingers squeeze his breast, just close to his nipple. "Fuck…You need to go."
You don't stop. That's not in your to do list, it was never in your plans since your eyes laid on him. You gently twist his stiffened nub through fabric, making him squirm. Sensitive. A short glance to his face, his teeth sink onto his lower lip. So pretty.
"You are so pretty…" you utter breathlessly, your hand slips under his shirt to feel the abs tense even more at the contrasting temperature of your bodies. "You are like a doll, I can dress you up later too, you don't mind right?" Your fingers keep caressing his abs, slowly sliding to his belt. "You know how much I want to play with you?"
You slid lower, now in between his spread legs, with a shaky and impatient movements you tug on his belt, trying to take it off as quickly as possible. Unzip, unbutton and tug on his boxers — easy, simple. His cock is half hard, the effect of the drug and alcohol mixed together doesn't guarantee a hard dick; that's not an issue, it drives you ever crazier, to feel it harden because of you, a literal proof of how you'd affect him, and this makes your clit throb. Your eyes can't linger on one spot, jumping from his conflicted face, helpless as he tries to reach for you, to push you away just for the hand to fall down on the couch, like it is full of stones.
The pubes are trimmed, not too short, you can't see the skin but still it is not a mess of chaotic strands. And you don't seem to mind. A perfect place to nose, to press your face against it while deepthroating him. Your gaze traces his cock, imagining how the tip would fill with the blood, the droplets of precum on his slit would form just to drip down on his abdomen like a morning dew. Your free palm curls around it, just to feel it throb in your grip.
A pump, your hand squeezes it and moves up and down once and it is enough to cause his breath hitch. A little bit pressure on the sensitive string under the slowly hardened dick and his hips buck up, tossing his head back with a groan.
"Fuck." His hand reaches for your wrist, you shush him softly; it is alright, Leon, let me take care of you.
You can feel the blood rush to his dick, making him hard in your grip, the tunnel of your fist tightens around the tip after every pump and you feel it to form a bead of pre-cum, now smearing across pulsing hard flesh.
"So hard and leaky, is it all just my hand?" Your eyes study him, but he doesn't answer you. "Oh my god, you like this so much." You exhale shakily, feeling his dick twitch in your hold.
Your free hand impatiently wiggle down your underwear; thank god you chose to wear skirt today, not losing the hold of his dick; your fist cups it in tighter, slowly pumping and watching his cock drip more, it twitches in your hand, as if begging for you to quicken the pace.
Instead, you stop, your hand lets go of his dick as it bobs up to his hip, glistening along the whole length with the smeared precum. That's a pretty sight, your heart squeezes painfully in your chest, as much as you wish to keep your hands on him; jerk him off and see how his face changes, biting down on the lip, barely holding eye contact accompanied with low groans, but, unfortunately or not, you have other plans. You want to get on him, to feel his dick throb not only in your hands, but inside you. Your legs straddle his hips, so your pussy hovers over his dick, before slotting it between your slick folds; letting out a mewl, Leon's hips jerk up, just enough to let it slide and bump against your swollen clit.
The clinking sound of the belt in your hands doesn't attract his attention, head still tossed back, struggling to keep up with you, Leon finally glances at you when the leather coils around his neck — not too tight, you don't want him to faint. Your hips sit so well against his, creating just the right friction when you rub along his aching length, just soaking it with your slick after every grind and it feels like you are going to die if his dick won’t be buried in your pussy any time soon.
You tug on the belt. "Eyes on me, pretty please, please." You bite your lower lip as with another hand you lead his cock inside you, slowly sinking onto it, until the tip doesn't knock against your womb making you arch into him. "…Fuck, fuck."
You can feel every little curve of his cock inside you, every throb against your walls, how the curve slightly presses onto your g-spot harder, making your hole spasm around him. It feels right too, like he was born to be found by you, to be groped and to be used by you, or like you were born to have him inside your pussy. You prefer the former, because Leon is a pretty thing, pretty things are made to admire, touch and possess.
Your hips roll, his cock sinks deeper into your pussy after every thrust, inch by inch burying deep into your soaked hole, briefly halting your body just to grind into him — that's enough to coax more moans out of you. Every slam with your hips, his dick throbs heavier and heavier, still not enough to be close. You want to drag this pleasure, at the same time having him in your hands; so pliant, so vulnerable makes you gush more, embarrassingly slick clinging to your skin.
Your grip on the belt tightens, cutting more and more the oxygen coming to his lungs, Leon grunts as his hand rests on your wrist, trying to push you off but the effect is still lingering in his body. An useless attempt, but his own body betrays him; his dick throbs harder as his arms slowly become numb, a light dizziness and all he can feel is your rolling hips, riding him in messy pace, the skin slapping noises echoing in the room.
"Too— m— fuck." Leon grunts, his mouth opens uselessly as a dumb fish trying to speak, but the only sound coming out is a muffled one, you barely catch it. That's too much for him, his hips weakly buck up to meet yours, just driving closer to an aching need to cum inside you.
Your walls clamp around him tightly, enough to feel the throbbing pulsation in his dick, Leon lets out a muffled moan as his hips meet up with yours, weakly thrusting into you. The belt slips from your loose grip, releasing the tension around his neck — finally, his moans are accompanied with hungrily catching for air. You shudder, your pussy pulses around his dick tighter, as the crushing orgasm hits you. His hips buck up forcing a whimper out of you, before his dick throbs painfully for the last time before shooting thick ropes of cum inside you. The belt used like a leash on him to suffocate him, all thanks to it his cock spurted more ropes, the pleasure was more intense than he has ever felt, it churns something inside him.
Leon leans back, his chest is still raising heavy with lips parted as if he can't get enough of oxygen and you take advantage of this too. Leaning over him, you lick a stripe up from his jaw to his mouth, holding his head so he wouldn't move away. The saltiness of his sweat, the bitterness of alcohol remains that he drank before, the taste of him, the stubble pressed against your tongue.
"So good to me, so pretty," you whisper with a heavy panting, studying his blissed face. A weak smirk appears on his lips, focusing on your giddy expression now. Your hair sticks to your skin, forming wave-like shapes that give you a much cuter look.