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Finding Leon home after he had gone on what one could only describe as a suicide mission made Chris both angry and relieved. Angry, because he couldn’t be there with him; relieved, because he came home, the ominous black markings covering his neck, torso and arms now gone. The moment Chris had finally arrived home, he had instantly grabbed Leon and kissed him hard, his husband melting into the kiss and wrapping his arms around Chris’s neck.
Chris led Leon to their bedroom and gently pushed Leon down on the bed. They kissed the whole way, grinding their bodies together with need and when Chris teased Leon’s bottom lip, teeth pulling on the soft flesh, Leon moaned.
“I want you to keep making those sinful sounds. I want to hear you. I need to hear you.” Chris’s hot breath felt sensational on Leon’s neck as he spoke and Leon couldn’t help the twitch of his hips, trying to get more of that delicious sensation spreading through him. “I can’t get enough of you.” Chris pulled Leon into a tight hug, squeezing hard enough that some of Leon’s wounds and bruises from his trip to Raccoon City ached. Leon didn’t mind. “I thought I’d never see you again.” Chris’s words were tinged with desperation, wrapping his fingers in Leon’s hair, his movements were hurried and filled with want. Leon’s were equally intense, from the tight grip he had on Chris’s shoulders to the breathy I’m sorry’s and I’m here, I’m alive’s he whispered in between each passionate kiss they shared.
“Take me, mark me, do whatever you want to me, please.” The breathy plea was whispered in Chris’s ear. “Remind me that I’m really alive.” Leon continued, biting down on Chris’s neck hard enough to leave a bruise. Chris groaned and snaked his fingers through Leon’s hair, pulling him away from his neck, his grip tight and unyielding.
“With pleasure. You remember your safeword?” Leon nodded. “Repeat it for me.”
“Sourdough.” Leon replied without missing a beat. It had come about one day while Chris was making sourdough before fucking Leon over the counter. The memory made Leon chuckle. That had been one very good, though not very productive afternoon, dinner plans with Jill and Claire completely forgotten.
“Traffic Lights too?” Leon breathed out a yes.
“Good boy.” Chris pushed himself off the bed and grabbed the key to their drawer, pulled out a thin, silky rope, lube and condoms. He laid them on the bed, reached back in and took out a leather riding crop. “You want me to use this?” Leon nodded. “You want me to mark you properly? Make you hurt?” Leon once again nodded enthusiastically.
“Your shirt. Take it off.” Chris commanded, Leon immediately complying and throwing his shirt on a heap on the floor. “Sit up and give me your hands.”
“What if I want to get handsy with you?” Leon teased, a knowing smirk on his face. Chris laughed and took Leon’s wrists into his hands when Leon complied regardless.
“I don’t think I’ll let you touch me. I want to bully you.” Chris smiled and Leon let out a shaky breath. His cock was ridiculously hard. Submitting to Chris and trusting himself with his husband had always made Leon feel safer than anything else. Being completely at Chris’s mercy was strangely liberating, despite Leon usually being tied up and unable to move during their sessions. “Now, you’ll keep your hands to yourself, won’t you?”
“Yes sir.” Hah, you wish, Leon thought to himself with a smirk, patiently waiting for the best moments to disobey.
“Good.” Chris took his time undoing the clasp on Leon’s wristwatch, gently placing it on the drawer top. He glanced at the wedding ring snug on Leon’s finger and leaned down to trace it with his lips before pulling away. Both of Leon’s hands were still eagerly waiting as he looked back at his husband. Chris grabbed the rope and folded it in two, watching Leon’s expression with a gentle smile. He wrapped it around the soft flesh of Leon’s wrists, once, twice and made sure it wasn’t too tight. Twisting the shorter end of the rope around the other and under both columns, Chris started tying Leon’s wrists together. In between twists, he checked to make sure the rope wasn’t constricting Leon’s blood flow. Chris kissed Leon’s knuckles and ring finger slowly as he continued the double column with practiced ease.
“You’re so slow, old man.” Leon whined impatiently but remained still. Chris just laughed fondly and slowed his pace even more, letting his fingers ghost over Leon’s wrists with every movement. Leon shuddered. Despite being one of the simplest columns, watching Chris work his magic always made it seem so much like a masterpiece. The slow, methodical movement of Chris’s fingers was rather hypnotizing. The man’s gentle caresses and teasing touches on Leon’s skin certainly added to the allure. The slow display both tortured and pleased Leon greatly; tortured, because it was taking far too long; pleased, because he knew how wonderful it would feel to be helpless in his lover's care.
When it was finally done, the double-column sat snugly around his wrists. Leon tested the binds, feeling the smooth rope dig into his skin when he twisted and tried releasing his wrists. Nice and secure and utterly perfect.
“That’ll do for today.” Chris said, kissing Leon’s wrists and traveling up his arm to his neck. He nipped at the soft flesh on Leon’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around him. Leon’s wrists were trapped between his and Chris’s chests. “As much as I love the sight of you completely wrapped up, I need to have access to everything.” Leon shivered in anticipation. While the beautiful artform of Shibari was a favorite of his, having Chris all over him, hands, mouth, everything, made him mad with lust. He wanted to roam his hands across Chris too, return the favor and make him just as fucked out as Leon himself knew he was going to be.
“Seems unfair if only you have unobstructed access, though.” Leon said, wriggling his arms in vain. Chris ignored him and kept peppering kisses on his collar bones while pressing their bodies closer together. He seemed to relish the quiet moans Leon made each time he nipped at his delicate, but battle scarred skin. Leon hissed in pain when Chris bit down harder, marking him in a way that was sure to leave a bruise the next day. A sore, wonderful reminder of who Leon belonged to. He gripped Chris’s shirt. Deliciously tight as it was, Leon desperately needed it off so he could disobey his previous orders and roam his hands over Chris’s pecs. He knew he’d get punished for it, but that was the point. In fact, Leon was looking forward to it. He insistently tugged on the garment and tried to pull it up, but his limited movement made it difficult.
Chris snaked his arms down Leon’s body, allowing Leon just enough movement to start pulling the shirt up, but Chris made it impossible to fully remove the garment, however, by refusing to raise his arms up even an inch. Allowing himself to relax and go limp, Leon faked compliance before pushing on Chris’s chest hard enough to make the other fall flat on his back on the bed. Leon climbed on top of Chris’s waist and started working on removing the shirt hiding his husband's perfect chest. He pushed at Chris’s arms and Chris seemed to comply for a moment, before swiftly grabbing Leon’s wrists with one hand and pushing himself back to a seated position with the other. His shirt was still on, making Leon frown. “I don’t think so.” Chris smiled and released Leon’s wrists, trapping them between their chests again.
Leon huffed impatiently while Chris wrapped one arm around his waist and started kneading Leon’s ass with it. Chris’s other arm was gripping Leon’s thigh hard, making more bruises for them both to admire the following day. One of Chris’s knees provided constant friction to Leon’s crotch and the other helped trap Leon’s legs to the bed. Leon was too lost in the sensual play to even consider trying to move his legs and grind his knee to Chris’s crotch as revenge. The sensations were grounding, a reprieve from the horrors they had both experienced. A stark contrast to the pain and fear when zombies bit or scratched at him.
While lost in his momentary bliss, Leon barely noticed Chris standing up from the bed. When he tried grabbing at Chris’s shirt to pull him back, Leon was suddenly hoisted up from the bed as Chris picked him up bridal style. He gasped in surprise when he was dropped on the soft bed without prior warning. Chris acted fast and grabbed a hold of Leon’s wrists and pushed them above Leon’s head. Leon wriggled and purposefully twisted his wrists from Chris’ grasp, relishing in the slight pull on his skin. He brought them back to his chest when he finally managed to free them only for Chris to immediately grab them back with near inhuman speed, his hold tightening.
“Bad boys get punished, did you forget?” Chris whispered in Leon’s ear, his warm breath moving the short hair at the back of Leon’s neck and tickling his ear. He leaned over Leon, effectively pinning him in place with his broad chest and muscular legs. Chris stayed close as he nibbled at Leon’s earlobe and slowly kissed down Leon’s neck towards his clavicles.
“Maybe I’m getting old and senile, waiting for you to finish. You’ll have to remind me.” Leon retorted before craning his neck up, nipping hard at the soft flesh of Chris’s shoulder, so tantalizingly within reach with Chris leaning over him like that.
“Brat.” Chris groaned. He laughed, pulled away and wrapped the long end of the rope around the wooden bars on the headboard, securing Leon’s hands above his head. There was just enough room to allow Leon some movement and enough that Chris could easily flip Leon on his stomach without the binds twisting and causing rope burns. Leon licked his bottom lip and stared down at the bulge in Chris’s trousers. His hands may be tied, but he still had his legs, the coherence back enough to remember that it was finally time for him to use them. If Chris wanted to bully him, he could happily return the favor.
“You gonna use that on me anytime soon?” He said, grinding his knee on Chris’s crotch. The moan that escaped Chris’s lips sent shivers down Leon’s spine and had him squirming in anticipation again. “Will you-” Leon tried, but Chris responded by shoving a knee between Leon’s legs, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to have him gasping. He forgot what he was even going to say, only thinking about every little thing Chris did to him and how good it all felt. Leon had no idea how Chris always managed to make everything feel so damn good. He whined when Chris ground down on him again, his trousers starting to feel far too tight at the crotch. Chris leaned down to kiss Leon, smiling into the kiss when Leon immediately nipped at his lower lip. Leon greeted the tongue snaking its way to his mouth with his own, and hungrily returned the kiss. The kiss was slow, sensual, unhurried and almost chaste considering their current activities. Leon wanted more, and bit at Chris’s lip again, trying to get his husband to kiss him harder.
But when Chris instead pulled back, Leon was disappointed at the loss of contact and warmth. He whined when Chris peppered kisses down his bare chest, fingers ghosting his pecks and sides, all the while moving at a snail's pace. Those deft fingers traced over every one of Leon’s scars, old and new as well as the marks leftover from the T-virus infection. They lingered at Leon’s nipples, massaging them briefly and then those sinful lips continued kissing down the other’s abdomen. And then Leon yelped, loud and surprised, when Chris suddenly and purposefully tickled Leon right near his hips. He squirmed and couldn’t help the giggles that burst out of him.
“Hey, that’s not fair!” He said mid laugh. Chris continued eliciting more breathy laughs from Leon. “Chris please!” Leon continued laughing and writhing, trying to buck Chris off of him to get him to stop the tickle torture.
“I did say bad boys get punished, didn’t I?” Chris said, stopped tickling Leon and ran his fingers up and down Leon’s sides light enough that it continued to tickle. Chris stopped a moment later and gripped Leon’s hips hard before leaning down and whispering in Leon’s ear: “This is just the beginning.”
“You’re evil, you know that?” Leon said, still breathless, to which Chris just smirked in response. He released his grip on Leon’s hips to pull down his trousers and boxers unbearably slowly, before leaning down to kiss the inside of Leon’s thighs. The articles of clothing abandoned in a heap on the floor. He pushed Leon’s legs apart and kissed up his partner’s muscular legs to the toned abs, tracing his fingers across Leon’s hard cock. Leon shivered and arched into the all too brief touch and whined. Chris withdrew when Leon tried wrapping a leg around his torso to keep him close and grabbed the riding crop before softly teasing Leon’s inner thigh with it. Leon barely had time to brace himself when Chris brought it down hard on the soft flesh. He gasped and smiled up at Chris. “I know you can hit harder than that, or are those muscles just for show?” Chris responded by hitting the same spot harder, once, twice, three times in quick succession and leaned back down to bite down on the reddened skin. “Fuck…”
Chris turned his attention to the other thigh, repeating the treatment and hitting harder, making sure it would bruise the next morning. Leon let out small pained noises with each hit, breathing heavy, eyes glassy and cheeks flushed. Chris allowed Leon to steady his breathing by forgoing the riding crop and massaging his husband’s thighs with his hands. He knew Leon could take it, but he also knew what a harrowing week his husband had had. “Light?”
“Fuck, green.” Leon moaned and arched into Chris’s touch again.
“Good.” Chris kissed where he’d hit Leon before moving higher and turning his attention to Leon’s pecs, bringing the crop down right above the left nipple. Another breathy moan released from Leon’s lips when Chris gently bit the pink bud in between each strike. Leon took the opportunity to try and hook his toes on the waistband of Chris’s trousers in an effort to pull them off, but Chris snatched his foot and brought it to rest on his shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet.” Leon squirmed and Chris brought the crop down on his already reddened inner thigh. He then moved on to the other thigh, lowering it down on the bed before striking hard and precise, making sure each hit made contact with the same exact spot. Leon had started twisting his arms and whimpering after the tenth strike, moaning yellow, so Chris moved onwards to his other pec instead repeating the same treatment as with the other, but with gentler strikes. “Light?”
“Green.” Leon said and Chris continued.
By the time Chris was satisfied, Leon was a panting mess beneath him, eyes glistening and cock leaking precum, red, abused skin decorating his pecs and the insides of his thighs.
“Was that hard enough for you?” Chris teased and smiled to himself as Leon nodded, eyes half lidded, any thought of disobeying having escaped his lust filled brain. Chris continued to slide the leather riding crop up and down his husband’s skin, enjoying the way the man beneath him shivered. When he stroked Leon’s cock with the crop, Leon’s breath hitched and he let out a shaky, pleasured moan. With swift movements, Chris towered over Leon’s body and grabbed those golden locks, pulling Leon’s head upwards and forcing him to look down. “Watch me. Don’t look away or I’ll have to punish you again.” He let go of Leon’s hair and waited for a response. “I need you to answer me.” Chis said, his voice low and threatening, the kind of voice he knew made Leon go weak at the knees. The same commanding tone he used when commanding his troops. The Captain Redfield voice as it was widely known. Chris released his hold on the hair and grabbed Leon’s chin, forcing him to look at Chris’s own eyes.
“Yes, captain.” Leon smirked and kept his eyes on Chris’s eyes. Chris ignored the mischievous tone in his husband’s voice and crept down, stopping when his face was near Leon’s cock and in one go, took it in his mouth. Leon had to stop himself from throwing his head back in pleasure, but Chris’s eyes never left his and he found himself hypnotized by the intense gaze. Instead, Leon panted and let out pleased gasps and moans as Chris licked and sucked at his dick, the heat building fast in his belly. “Fuck, Chris I-” Leon tried, but was stopped when Chris hollowed his cheeks and nearly made Leon short-circuit. “I’m close.” He nearly shouted and couldn’t help closing his eyes in a soundless gasp. Chris immediately pulled away, not allowing Leon to reach his peak. Leon’s eyes opened, watching Chris in confusion.
“You looked away.” Chris simply stated. “I also didn’t say you could cum yet.” His expression would have been unreadable to most, but Leon saw the crinkle in the corner of his eyes. He was obviously very happy with himself, knowing he had control over Leon’s orgasm in the moment.
“Stop teasing me already and just fuck me.” Leon said and tried grinding his hips up, aching for more friction on his dick, praying for more of that sensational feeling from a moment ago.
“So impatient.” Chris chuckled and slowly undressed himself, allowing Leon to wait and squirm a while longer. When his clothing lay in a pile on top of Leon’s, he straddled his husband, grabbed the bottle of lube and pack of condoms. He opened the bottle of lube and allowed the cool liquid coat his fingers. Leon watched enraptured as those fingers glistened in the light. He shivered from the cool sensation when Chris brought them to stroke at his perineum, teasing his entrance before pressing one finger inside, once again far too slowly for Leon’s liking. Leon tried to twist his hips down but Chris pulled out and pulled him backwards so the rope binding his hands to the bed frame was taut, making it impossible for Leon to try and fuck himself deeper on Chris’s finger. He then pulled Leon’s legs up on his shoulders and inserted two fingers into Leon this time, the man below him letting out lewd sounds and digging his heels into Chris’s back.
“If you don’t fuck me in the next five seconds I swear…” The complaints fell on deaf ears however, when Chris, uncaring about Leon’s writhing, kept slowly pushing his fingers in and out, curling them upwards each time they had gone as deep as they could. When Chris inserted a third finger and once again started to slowly fuck into his husband, Leon’s toes curled up.
“I’d love to see you cum just like this, untouched and at my mercy.” Chris said, only making Leon’s moans more desperate.
“Please, Chris!” Leon gasped. “If you don’t get your dick in me one way or another, right now, I swear…!”
“We’re in no rush, my love. Just enjoy this.” Chris removed his fingers again and leaned over Leon’s face, brushing some of the golden locks back behind Leon’s ear with his non-lubed-up hand. Leon’s expression immediately shifted from blissful to alarmed and he sucked in a sudden breath.
“Ah, wait, red.” Leon said and looked at Chris with a grimace. Chris instantly sat up and took his hands off Leon. “Just… Gideon was a little creepy.” Leon admitted. He hadn’t had the time to tell Chris everything that happened, most of what the other man knew having come from the short report Leon had given Umbral Eyes when the Hound Wolf squad had rescued him and Grace.
“Want to tell me what he did?” Chris asked, voice kind and gentle, the previous display of dominance all but gone. “Do you need me to untie you?” Leon shook his head at the question, but took his time answering Chris’s earlier inquiry.
“He managed to surprise me, choked me out and I woke up with my arms tied behind my back on a chair.” Leon took a breath before continuing “He mostly just taunted me, but he did brush his fingers in my hair and massaged my shoulder. I didn’t think it would creep me out as much as it did.” Chris did his best to control the anger he felt towards Gideon, but Leon noticed the shift in his expression. He knew his husband well enough to know the anger wasn’t towards him, but the creep that had dared hurt him. “He’s dead. I killed him myself.” Chris’s expression softened.
“Good. He never should have touched you like that, or at all.” Leon nodded.
“Yeah. I did manage to kick him hard in the balls though.” Chris chuckled and made sure Leon saw the proud look in his eyes.
“I would have loved to see that asshole’s face when you did.” They waited in a comfortable silence for a while after Leon nodded and Chris patiently sat by, allowing Leon to lead what they would do next.
“Ok.” Leon finally said “You can definitely pull my hair, but give me more time before stroking it like that.”
“Of course. Do you want me to steer clear from massaging your shoulders too?”
“Yeah, I think so. Light touches are fine, though. And biting.”
“Done.” Chris affirmed, making Leon smile with fondness filling his heart.
“God I love you.” The safety he felt with Chris, the lack of any judgement, the lack of pity, had Leon bite his bottom lip, the urge to jump on Chris’s bones, or his bone to be more precise, rising again. Good grief he needed Chris to fuck him like yesterday.
“I love you too.” Leon nodded to the side with his head for Chris to come closer, a signal they’d developed early on in their exploration of the kinkier side of sex as a request for a kiss. Chris leaned down and gave Leon a gentle peck on the lips, Leon answering with one of his own. Leon let out a breathy laugh.
“Ok, but can we get back to fucking now?” The desperate whine was back and Chris couldn’t help but chuckle at the neediness in Leon’s voice.
“Your wish is my command.” Chris said, diving in to fuck Leon open with his fingers, still slow and methodical, but less torturous than before. The sudden stretch had Leon moaning and his back arching, reveling in the feeling. Chris continued his ministrations for a while, before grabbing Leon’s hips and flipping him over on his stomach. Leon whined at the friction on his cock when its tip ground against the bedsheets below. He heard Chris tearing the condom wrapper open and tried to crane his head back to see as Chris prepared to slide the rubber on his cock. Leon delighted in the sight of his husband’s hard-on, leaking obscenely as Chris pulled his foreskin back, slid the condom on and started lubing his cock with slow strokes. The breathy sounds from both filled the room. Chris pulled Leon’s hips up, reaching over to grab a pillow and place it under his hips to reduce the strain on Leon’s knees and back. Leon’s cheeks were pulled apart and Chris’s cock slid teasingly up and down his perineum and stopped at the ring of his anus.
“You ready?” Leon wriggled his hips backwards in response.
“God yes.” Chris didn’t need any more encouragement to angle his cock on Leon’s entrance and start slowly pushing in. He gave Leon time to adjust to the stretch before thrusting hard and sheathing himself fully inside.
“Ah!” Leon groaned and tried to grind his hips back as Chris set a slow pace, each thrust hitting deep and hard. The sound of skin on skin, Chris’s balls hitting Leon’s ass with each thrust had both men groaning hard. “Ah, fuck. Harder!” Leon begged, wanting more, hoping to feel Chris even deeper like he was completely and utterly encompassed by the other. Chris responded by grabbing Leon’s hips in a bruising grip, lifting them and angling himself better to thrust even deeper, keeping his even and slow pace. They were both moaning hard. Leon was digging his nails into his palms and moaning into the bedsheets below.
Chris stopped thrusting for a moment when he felt himself nearing his orgasm. Leon looked back to see Chris reaching for the riding crop again and his momentary disappointment at the lack of movement was forgotten and excitement filled his gut.
“Do you want me to use this?” Chris asked, the seductive whisper did things to Leon’s already leaking cock.
“Yes.” He managed to breathe out between harsh breaths. Chris continued his thrusts, slower to both stop himself from orgasming and to allow for a swift, hard strike on Leon’s buttocks between each thrust. The combination of pleasure and mild pain had Leon moaning harder than before, and the sounds were nearly enough to bring Chris over the edge. He steeled himself and willed himself to last a little longer, though, wanting to revel in the sight of Leon’s reddened ass cheeks and the utterly blissed out expression on his face. Chris pulled out and gently kissed Leon’s buttocks before gently turning Leon over on his back again.
“Fuck, I want to feel your hands. I want to see your face.” Chris moaned, his face flushed and breathing heavily. Leon nodded and watched as Chris undid the column tying his wrists together and the moment he was free, he brought his hands to Chris’s face and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. Chris lifted Leon’s legs, brought his arms to rest on the sides of Leon’s shoulders and lined himself up again before gently pushing in. He returned to the same slow but punishing pace and grabbed the bottle of lube, massaging some of it on Leon’s cock before beginning to stroke it in rhythm with his thrusts. Leon had wrapped his arms around Chris’s shoulders and watched him with lidded eyes, nails digging into the others muscular back. He reached over to lick and nip at Chris’s neck making the thrusts more erratic. Chris was pulled down into another kiss as Leon reached his climax. He wrapped an arm around Leon’s back, digging his nails into it just like Leon had done to him. His other arm snaked behind Leon’s neck, up his scalp and wrapped around Leon’s hair, pulling hard. The sensation tipped Leon over the edge and he came with a shout, back arching and fingernails scratching at Chris’s muscles. The sound of Leon’s climax pushed Chris over the edge and he came soon after burying himself deep inside Leon as he rutted through his orgasm.
Their heavy breaths mingled in the air as Chris collapsed on top of Leon, letting go of his husband’s legs. Leon likewise let his head collapse backwards and closed his eyes. His arms wrapped around Chris’s torso and Chris began gently kissing up his left arm, his heavy breathing leaving a pleasant warmth on his muscles. They let themselves lay there, enjoying the post-orgasm bliss in silence. Both had a gentle smile on their faces.
Chris was the first to break the silence, after they had lain there long enough for the stickiness of Leon’s spent to begin drying. “We should get you cleaned up.” He said, pulling out and lifting himself off of Leon. “A warm bath should do wonders on your muscles too.” He continued and helped Leon up to a sitting position. “Do you want some water before we go?”
“I could do with some, yeah.” Leon said, wiping a bead of sweat off his forehead and rubbing at one of Chris’s bite marks on his shoulder fondly. Chris gave Leon a brief kiss and ventured into the kitchen, fetching two glasses of ice cold water and bringing the other to Leon, who drank half of it in one go. Chris drank most of his too, before he started leading his husband into the bathroom.
“Do you want me to carry you?” He asked when he saw Leon’s legs shaking.
“No, I’m good. I like how it feels.” Chris held out his arm for Leon to grasp in case he needed a little support, and grasp it Leon did. They walked to the bath and Chris helped Leon in and started filling the large tub with warm water. When the water had reached Leon’s waist he added a green bath bomb that instantly started foaming and releasing a gentle minty scent in the air before climbing into the tub himself, nestling behind Leon and embracing him. Leon leaned back and let his head fall on Chris’s shoulder. The combination of his favorite person in the world and one of his favorite smells made him feel at home.
“Do you want me to wash your hair?” Chris asked, leaning over Leon to grab a bottle of shampoo on the edge of the tub.
“Only if I can wash yours after.”
“Deal.” Chris grabbed the shower head, soaked Leon’s hair with care and began to lather up the neutral smelling shampoo. He gently massaged it thoroughly into Leon’s scalp, taking care not to brush his fingers across Leon’s hair the way he had before. Leon let himself be pampered, sighing softly, contented and safely wrapped up in Chris’s arms. He gently massaged his own thighs, feeling the slight soreness of the oncoming bruises
“How do you feel?” Chris asked once he had finished applying the shampoo to Leon’s hair.
“Content. Happy. Just…” Leon’s breath hitched as a sudden surge of emotions hit him like a truck. He choked back a sob at the sudden onslaught.
“Leon?” Chris gently grasped Leon’s chin and turned the man’s head to face him. Concern was painted on his face.
“I just can’t believe I’m still actually here.” Leon whispered, eyes moist with unshed tears. “I didn’t think I’d come back.”
“I’m glad you did. I’d be lost without you.” Chris said and pulled Leon in closer, leaning in to kiss the top of his husband’s head, not caring at all that some of the shampoo stuck to his lips and made his mouth taste soapy. “Would you rather wash up quickly and move over to the bed to cuddle, or do you want to stay here longer?”
“Here.” Leon responded, taking in deep breaths to calm himself, a few stray tears running down his face. “I still want to wash your hair too.” He found himself calming down in Chris’s embrace.
“Ok. Let me rinse your hair and then we can sit here for a while until you’re ready.” Leon breathed out a quiet yeah and heard Chris grab the shower head and felt as he began to wash away the suds. With now clean hair, Leon let himself focus on his breathing just a moment longer, before turning around and taking the bottle of shampoo from where Chris had placed it.
“My turn now.” He smiled and began washing Chris’s scalp, the short hairs pleasantly tickling his hands. The repetitive movement of his fingers helped him release the last of the welled up emotions and he fully let himself relax. Chris hummed happily and watched Leon with a softness he reserved only for Leon.
When Chris’s almost hairless scalp was washed, Leon leaned and touched their foreheads together, holding Chris’s cheeks gently, breathing in his husband’s scent. The gentle, fresh mint from the bath bomb lingered in the air as Leon pulled Chris in for another soft kiss. A few tears still streamed down Leon’s face, getting lost in the water running down his hair. When he opened his eyes he noticed Chris’s eyes were moist too, but their moment was rudely interrupted when Leon’s stomach grumbled making both of them laugh.
“We should get cleaned up.” Chris said, “Plus, I’m hungry too.”
They allowed the water to drain while cleaning the remaining suds and grime off their skin. They left the bathroom, wrapped in large, plush towels and threw on their comfiest pajamas before heading to the living room, where Chris ordered them take-out while Leon grabbed them each a can of cola from the fridge. They both plopped down on their large couch, clean and wrapped up in their soft, matching pajamas and Chris turned on the TV to a home renovating show that happened to be on.
When their take-out pizzas arrived, they ate a few slices each before slotting themselves in each other’s arms, Chris leaning his head on Leon’s, arm wrapped around his waist and the other gripping on to Leon’s hand on his lap. Chris fell asleep first, his telltale snoring alerting Leon to the fact. Leon grabbed a soft blanket from where it was draped over the backrest of the couch and wrapped it around them, snuggling in closer to Chris and laying his head on his husband's chest. He listened to the strong, steady heartbeat and allowed himself to close his eyes.
Leon knew they would probably complain of sore backs in the morning if they slept the entire night on the couch, but at the moment Leon could care less. He would already be sore in multiple places, covered in gorgeous, galaxy-like bruises from Chris’s earlier treatment, so a few extra sore muscles wouldn’t bother him. Besides, the familiar pain would help serve as a reminder that Leon had truly made it home, a fact he still found hard to believe. So if he woke up with an ache in his back and a twinge in his neck from sleeping on the couch with the love of his life, it was more than worth it. And now, with a death sentence no longer hanging over his head, Leon drifted to sleep to the rhythmic thump of Chris’s heart with a smile on his face and an utter sense of peace swirling in his chest.