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June, 2016. One Year After Chris and Leon's Wedding
Leon hummed along to music blasting on their shared CD player in their bedroom, beside Chris' black and red electric guitar with its unplugged amp. He slid his legs into well loved graying-black jeans, laced a belt through its loops, and pulled a well fitted crop top over his pecs. "Help me get away from myself." He glanced in the direction of the bathroom where Chris was touching up his stubble. "I want to fuck you like an animal. Chris!" Leon called to catch his attention. "I wanna feel you from the inside." He gestured to his outfit, reveling his well defined muscles that led down to the g-string peeking out against his hips.
Chris poked his head out from the bathroom door, amused at the singing he could hear filtering in, and promptly had to do a double take as he observed Leon's outfit. "What- is that what you're wearing?" He asked, well aware it was a stupid question but unable to form any further thoughts.
"Cat got your tongue?" Leon grabbed one of the strings and pulled it, letting it snap against his bare skin. "I thought you'd like this surprise. Happy wedding anniversary. You get this all day."
"Uh." Chris stared, eyes stuck on the string. "Yes. What?"
"Cute." Leon turned the music down and confidently moved towards the bathroom where his husband stood. "Kiss?"
Chris didn't bother verbally responding, just pulled Leon in to kiss him thoroughly. Before he could move them anywhere more suited for what he was thinking, though, Leon pulled back with a teasing smirk. "No, come back," Chris tried, but Leon patted him on the chest with a laugh.
"Later, big guy, we're supposed to meet the group." Leon took another step away from Chris. "Finish up. You'll have it between your teeth when we get back. I'll even restart the sex CD. Okay?"
"I'm holding you to that," Chris grumbled lightheartedly. "I'm almost ready. Give me five minutes."
Leon couldn't help but chuckle, "Yeah, and I'd pair your leather jacket with…your darker blue jeans and no shirt. No shirt for selfish reasons."
"I am actually old enough to dress myself, you know," Chris called as he shut the bathroom door.
"No you're not!" Leon hollered back through a bright grin, "Being gay doesn't mean you know how to dress, hun!"
Chris sighed, with a fond eye roll. He'd originally planned on lighter jeans, but, as usual, Leon was right. He dried off his face and exited the bathroom to get the darker ones out of the closet, pausing to look in their full-length mirror. Leon was probably right about the shirt, too. Especially if it meant the chance of making Leon feel a fraction of what Chris had felt seeing that outfit. Chris shrugged the jacket on and stepped into his boots, then popped their watch case open to put his on. Leon's was still sitting next to it in its designated spot, so he grabbed it as well. They often opted just for rings on casual days, but this felt special.
"Do I pass inspection, then?" Chris asked as he exited the bedroom, holding his arms out for Leon to judge his outfit.
"It'll do." Leon instinctively moved his hands to Chris' bare sides under the jacket and stood on his toes to smooch his lips. "You look good. Would've made me twirl my hair in my flagging days."
"Mm, good to know I've still got it," Chris joked, then held the watch out. "Here, give me your arm. First pride is a special occasion."
"Correction: My first since I snuck out as a teen in the 90's. Your first ever. And our first together…" Leon held out his hand to Chris with a playful smile.
"Exactly." Chris fastened the watch around his husband's wrist carefully. "I love you."
"I love you more," Leon almost laughed as his cheeks felt tight from smiling all morning. "I'm so glad I got to marry you."
"So am I." Chris kissed Leon's hand, then pulled him close for a hug. "Thank you for giving me a chance."
"After everything we've been through? Yeah, there was never anyone else but you I'd want to marry. You put up with me." Leon gave Chris a little squeeze as they embraced one another.
"It's a privilege to be yours. I would never want anyone else," Chris said softly, pressing a kiss to Leon's head.
"Alright, alright, let's go before you make me too sappy, teddy bear. We'll have plenty of that today." Leon pried himself from Chris' hold, still smiling. "At least you're cute when you cry. I am not."
"You're always cute. But yes, let's go."
Leon grabbed Chris' keys to the Jeep from the living room table and tossed them his way. "You're driving. I'll be the princess today."
Leon moved to grab Chris' hand as they walked into the festival. "You okay, babe?" He swung their hands. Bright colors and giddy faces surrounded the pair. Nearby speakers played music through the bustling crowd. "Don't cry too soon or I'll have to kiss you again," Leon giggled, just as giddy as the others.
Nearby, a booth stacked with little hand held flags of several genders and sexualities. A person manning the stall called out to passing festival goers to hand out everyone's desired flags.
"Oh shit, we don't have any of these." Leon pulled Chris' hand towards the booth and scanned over the table to pluck a little bisexual flag, then gave it a little whirl. "You need one too, babe."
"Oh! Uh, okay." Chris looked over the variety of options, not even sure what half of them meant. He picked up a little rainbow flag and tucked it into his jacket pocket. The person behind the table gave him an encouraging grin and waved their flag cheerfully as Leon pressed closely to Chris' side.
"Now we match." Leon smooched his cheek. "Let's find the others. They should be here already. I'll call them if we don't spot them." He gave Chris' hand a reassuring squeeze as they moved from the stall.
In the distance, a familiar voice called Leon's name.
Leon turned his gaze in the direction it came from and beamed as he saw them frantically waving at him. "Ashley!" He quickly headed to her and let go of Chris' hand as she nearly flung herself into his arms for a big hug.
"You look good! Is this your husband?"
"You too." Leon let go and gestured to her decked out scene attire, full of bright colors against stark black, and funky accessories to match. "And yeah, this is my other half. Chris, Ashley. Ashley, Chris."
"Hi, Chris." Ashley wiggled her fingers at him as she waved. "It's nice to finally meet you."
"Nice to meet you too." Chris waved back a little awkwardly, and then grabbed Leon's hand back, clinging to the familiarity in the slightly overwhelming environment.
"Oh! Leon," she quickly switched subjects. "I finally scored a date with Ingrid. We're getting coffee after work next week."
"Finally. It feels like your first day with DSO was yesterday. Time flies."
"Sure does." Ashley gave him a friendly side hug. "I'll see you around, okay? Catch me again later before you leave, or I'm calling you."
"Do yourself a favor and don't call me after I leave. I'm booked," Leon flashed her a puckish smirk as he pointed over to Chris. "I can't reschedule my appointment."
"Got it. Don't have too much fun, boys." Ashley giggled at Chris' blush from Leon's open discussion of their sex life and gave the pair one more wave on her way out.
"And my appointment is overwhelmed. Should we find a food stand for a drink of water?" Leon spoke gently to his husband. "A breather?"
"I'm okay, but water sounds like a good idea." Chris forced himself to relax, taking a deep breath as he looked over the gathered crowds for a food stand. "And food, actually. Did you say Claire's meeting us here?"
"Yeah. Let's head that way to get away from the entrance first. At least the food lines are mostly organized and it'll be easier for her to find us."
The pair walked past the busy stalls selling an array of gay merchandising, hand made goods, and glittering attire. Other couples held hands as they scampered by. One accidentally bumped Leon, followed by a quick apology, and few people in leather gear asked to squeeze past them. Leon watched as a man removed a pup mask and took a big gulp of water while dripping in sweat. Near Chris' right, a group of people dolled up in drag cheered on something happening nearby.
"Chris, hun." Leon watched his husband grow increasingly overstimulated and gave his hand a grounding squeeze as they finally reached one of the food lines. "Do you want me to pick the food for you?"
"I can find us a place to sit if you can get the food?" Chris offered, already scanning the nearby picnic tables for an open spot.
Leon stood on his toes and smooched his cheek. He felt extra affectionate today, more-so than usual. The surrounding joy from fellow people just like he and Chris felt surreal after so many years of hiding and fighting for this. "Up to you."
"I'll sit down. I won't go far." Chris parted from Leon and headed over to one of the few still fully empty park benches and took his seat. It took a while for Leon to rejoin him, but when he did, an overpriced paper bowl of cheese fries, a burger, and a plastic water cup came with him.
"Eat up, big boy. I know, I'm charming." Leon set the food down in front of Chris and plopped himself down beside him to rub Chris' thigh. "I'm stealing a few fries, by the way. My tax."
As Chris scarfed down his much needed sustenance, his sister, Jill, and Carlos joined them on the other side of the bench.
"Hey, Redfield's." Claire set her own food down across from her brother.
"It's Kennedy-Redfield, Claire." Leon stuck a fry from Chris' bowl in his mouth as he eyed her plate of funnel cake.
"It's definitely just Redfield," Jill poked at her best friend's husband, then motioned for Carlos to sit beside her.
"Yeah, it is. He's mine," Chris almost immediately chimed in, which made Leon burst into laughter.
"Oh, believe me, we know," Jill snorted and relaxed against her boyfriend, whose arm wrapped around her. She pulled their matching bi flags out of his belt loop to fidget with them and smiled at something whispered to her.
"Careful, people will think he and I are married." Leon watched the people around them with increasing curiosity and sipped Chris' drink. When he turned to glance behind him, he nearly choked on water at the sight of someone he hadn't seen since he and Chris split in 2013, dressed in head to toe dominatrix gear. "Shit."
Claire leaned her head to peer past Leon's shoulder and locked eyes with the woman he'd seen. "What are you-oh. My god."
Leon blinked at the blush filling her cheeks. "Claire, my ex? I get it, actually."
"What?" Chris stared at both of them, following Leon's gaze. "No. Absolutely not."
"A woman with fine taste," Leon teased Claire and stole another fry. "There's a reason I went back to her so many times and that's all I'll say." He popped the fry in his mouth and patted the inside of Chris' thigh.
Claire couldn't rip her eyes away from that strikingly beautiful woman, who caught Claire's gaze over her shoulder. Ada winked at her.
"And there's a reason you stopped going back to her." Chris grumbled, trapping Leon's hand against his thigh. "And you!" He pointed at Claire. "There are beautiful women all over the place, find a different one."
"She's made eye contact. She's gone," Carlos snickered.
Leon smooched Chris' stubbled cheek. "Imagine the family potlucks."
Carlos played with Jill's hair as he watched Ada strut closer to the picnic table in her thigh high heels. "Here comes trouble to swoon her. Don't look now, Chris."
"Claire," Leon tried not to laugh at her frozen state. "She won't bite…unless you ask her to."
Ada made her way over to the edge of the table closest to Claire, just across from Chris. "Looking for something, beautiful?"
"Uh." Claire blinked, blushing harder. "Hi."
"May I?" She asked with one raised hand near her cheek, in hopes of lifting her jaw a bit further.
Leon bit down on both lips with a snort, carefully avoiding Carlos' eyes as he also visibly contained laughter. Beside him, Chris was tense, but Leon's firm grip on his thigh kept him from saying anything.
Claire nodded, then at the expectant glance she received, opened her mouth. "Yes. Please."
"I guess I should reward you for asking so nicely." Ada leaned down to press a kiss to Claire's soft lips, just as she'd craved. "Now…nothing else until we go over your rules and consent." Ada lifted her chin to admire her face, ignoring the powerful glare burning into her side. "Here." She pulled a card from one pocket and slipped it between Claire's hands. "Call me." Before she stepped away from the table, she gave Leon a playful wink and met Chris' protective gaze. Her time was far past its welcome.
Leon finally laughed as she walked away. "Holy shit, Claire. Carlos, I swear to god."
Carlos wheezed so hard he had to stop and cough as Claire finally seemed to regain functionality, looking between the card and her gathered friends with wide eyes. Jill shook her head with a fond smile, patting Carlos' back absentmindedly as he recovered.
Leon patted Chris' tense thigh a second time as his laughter subsided. "Chris, she's fine, babe. Do we need to walk for a minute?"
"I - Claire, I'd better not hear another word out of your mouth about me and Leon." Chris dropped his head onto his husband's shoulder. "I'm never going to be able to forget that interaction, am I?"
Leon smooched Chris' head with a little chuckle. "Let's go walk through the shops to get your mind off of it then. We'll be back, guys. Come on, babe." He rubbed Chris' back and slowly got up from the bench with Chris' hand in his. "Up."
The rows of booths provided an excellent distraction, and Chris relaxed as they browsed through all sorts of random goods; although, he still refused to let go of Leon for a moment. "I know Claire's an adult and she can make her own decisions," he sighed eventually, "I just wish she'd picked anyone else. And I don't like the way she still looks at you." He admitted with a frown.
Leon stopped his stride to look up at his husband with gentle eyes. "Chris, she's a better woman than you give her credit for and…" he cut himself off. "She wouldn't come between us. Okay?"
"Even if she tried, I know you're mine," Chris didn't hesitate to respond. "But you wanna elaborate on that?" He raised an eyebrow, more curious than upset.
"Not particularly, Chris. It was after we broke up. Don't worry about it." Leon brushed him off and gave Chris' hand a squeeze.
"You know I'm smart enough to put the pieces together on that." Chris squeezed back, nudging their shoulders together. "I love you and I trust you and if you don't want to talk about it that's fine. I still don't like her though."
Leon huffed through his nose, "I'll…tell you another time. Just be nice to her."
"I'll be civil. That's the most I can promise."
"Be nice, babe." Leon raised one hand to cusp Chris' jaw. "I know you have it in you, you stubborn man."
Chris pulled him in for a kiss, gently tugging at Leon's hair. "I'll be nice. I love you."
"I know you do," Leon grinned from ear to ear. "Now…before we stopped, I spotted a booth I think we should look at. Something for you, maybe? I think you can figure that one out too."
"Oh, is that so? Lead the way."
"Follow me, big boy." Leon pulled Chris forward towards a stall dedicated to leather gear, with some more toned down spiked collars, cuffs, jackets, boot accessories, and various other kink attire more subtly available to those who knew what it was.
"Anything catch your eye, babe? Or catch your imagination, I should say." Leon picked up one of the wrist cuffs littered in silver spikes and held it up to his husband for inspection.
"Mm, I can imagine quite a few uses, yes." He took the cuff, turning it around to look at it and then looked back to the table.
Leon stepped away from Chris for a moment to scan the other side of the booth.
A hand pointed out something to Chris. "Do you think he'd like this one, Chris?" Ada smirked playfully. "It straps to your boot, and…" she picked it up to show him where a vibrator would attach along the front. "Imagine that one for size."
"I promised him I'd be nice to you, and in order to keep that promise I need you not to comment on my sex life." Chris responded, but he did pick it up to inspect it. Unfortunately, she was right, and the mental image nearly made up for having to be nice to his husband's ex.
"Let me tell you something…he came to me when you two split back then. When we finished, he cried for you. I refused to allow anything more after that. He's yours, Chris. I'm a dom, not an ass."
Chris winced at the reminder of how much pain he'd caused Leon, but he had to admit it was a relief to know she'd not taken advantage.
"Show him a good time. I don't want to see him coming back," Ada spoke earnestly. "I care about him and you make him smile. And apparently…" she gestured to the kink gear. "Other things. Have fun. I'll see you around."
Leon stared down at something for far too long in his hands, absolutely hearing the entire conversation with blush along his ears. "So! This o-ring collar is cool. Uh. Anyway." He awkwardly set it back down and cleared his throat.
"I'll take this, please." Chris handed the boot strap over to the vendor and swiped his card along the reader. "Ready, baby?"
"Is that what I think it is?" Leon blinked as they walked away from the stall. "Tell me it is."
"I guess you'll find out tonight," Chris replied with a wink.
"You kinky bastard. Let me see." Leon moved his hand to try and grab the bag from Chris, who pulled it out of reach. "Fine."
"Well, if it isn't the old man and his old man," Jake called out to the pair with his fiancée and Piers beside him. "Finally found your asses. Tell Piers to stop saying I'm homophobic for saying his outfit is shit."
"He has an ulterior motive for seeing us, Chris," Leon snickered.
"Insulting my outfit is homophobic," Piers complained. "We're at pride and I'm gay."
Jake dramatically rolled his eyes to make Sherry giggle. "Ain't how that works. I'm an ally but I can still tell you your outfit is ugly."
Sherry stepped closer to Leon as she laughed. "Some things never change with you two." She turned her attention to Leon, who gave her a warm hug. "How are you guys?"
"We're doing as well as we could be. Eating and shopping."
Sherry glanced to the bag in Chris' hand. "What did you guys get?"
"Uh. Nothing." Chris moved the bag out of their view. "Nice to see you, Sherry, how have you been?"
Jake and Piers paused their bickering, both immediately noting Chris' odd behavior, and Jake laughed loudly. "Nice."
"Don't make me call you homophobic too, Muller," Chris grumbled, looking to Leon and Sherry for support.
"We've been good, thank you, Chris." Sherry gave Jake a look and he wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her head. Piers had no such reservations, punching Chris in the shoulder.
"Got some more gear to wear in bed, captain?" Piers teased, remembering the comments he'd been subjected to hearing at their wedding.
"I liked you better when you were scared of me."
Beside him, Leon huffed a half-laugh, face pink. "Anyway! I think Claire and Jill and Carlos are still over by the food stands. Shall we? I could use a drink, it's hot."
Sherry awkwardly nodded. "Yes please. Sorry dad."
"Yep. Your mom kissed Ada, so why don't you go ask about that while Chris and I find drinks."
"Uh, I'm good. I came here to support you guys, not learn everything about you guys." She reached for Jake's hand as her fiancé started cackling a second time. He was enjoying this entertainment more than she was, that was for sure.
Chris and Leon balanced a tray of drinks as they reunited with the larger group, making their way over to one of the stages where a live performance was about to begin. They found a spot to gather and lean against a nearby fence, and Chris sipped his drink while pulling Leon close as music began to play.
"This is fun," He said quietly, fidgeting with the little flag that had been in his pocket all day. "I'm glad we came."
"Me too." Leon responded, craning his neck to kiss Chris. "It looks like everyone else is having fun too."
Jill and Carlos were quietly swaying to the music nearby while Jake and Sherry had joined a more energetically dancing group, and Leon watched with a fond smile as Jake dipped Sherry and kissed her. He spotted a flash of red ponytail trailing after dark hair and black leather and smiled, hoping that particular sight had escaped Chris. He turned to check, and found Chris hiding a smile in his drink as he watched Piers trying to flirt with someone nearby. It seemed to work out for him, as the guy stepped into Piers' space to kiss him thoroughly, and Chris' attention returned to Leon.
"Yeah, looks like they are," Chris smiled at him. "You ready to head home, baby?"
"Mhm. Lead the way, big guy."
Leon stepped into their home ahead of Chris and moved out of his way for him to enter. "So, I'm surprised you handled yourself with my thong-"
He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence before Chris had the door shut and Leon pinned against it to kiss him.
"Mm!" Leon giggled against their lips. "Geeze Captain, didn't they teach you patience?"
"Oh, I've been patient." Chris tangled his hand in Leon's hair, pulling him in for another lingering kiss.
"Yeah? Coulda fooled me, big guy. Surprised you didn't drive my ass home sooner," Leon poked, knowing exactly where that would lead him.
Chris pressed him into the door more firmly, sliding his hands down Leon's sides, and then picked him up with a flourish, heading for the bedroom as he relished Leon's noise of surprise.
"I ever tell you you're hot when you want me?" Leon couldn't help the smirk that etched across one cheek.
"So…always? Thanks."
"Yeah. Always, but especially when you're possessive of me. I like it when you want me to yourself." Leon reached up to hungrily kiss Chris, starving for his passion. "I like when you make me yours."
"You are mine," Chris responded, intensely pleased at hearing Leon's words. He eagerly returned the kiss, separating their mouths long enough to bite at Leon's jawline, then pulled away and unbuttoned Leon's pants, kneeling to slide them off of his legs. He paused, eyeing the tent in Leon's skimpy underwear, and then collected himself and stood back up. "Get the vibrator out of the drawer and I'll show you what I bought earlier."
"Oh?" Leon turned his body to their nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out the instructed vibrator and a bottle of lube. "I assume you'll be needing this at some point?"
"Mm, eager, are you? But yes." Chris finished fastening the strap and turned around. "Come here."
"I am. Have you seen yourself when you're like this? Shit." Leon eyed the strap around Chris' boot with wide, hungry eyes. "Oh yes."
"Good. On your knees." Chris ordered, keeping his voice carefully even. "You remember your colors, baby?"
"Yeah, yeah. Always." Leon moved to his knees at Chris' feet, eyes devouring the large bulge in his husband's pants, then turned his attention up to his striking gaze. "Excited or something?"
Chris hummed noncommittally, not letting Leon see a reaction from him, and then clicked the vibrator on, nudging his foot between his husband's legs.
Leon gasped, "Oh fuck." Both hands flung to hold onto Chris' leg. "Shit. Oh my god." His hips slowly began to move against his boot. "Mm."
"Good?" Chris smirked, already knowing the answer.
"Sh-shut up."
"Oh? So you don't want me to tell you how good you look for me right now?" Chris adjusted his stance to make it more comfortable for Leon to hold onto his leg, and unbuttoned his own pants that were uncomfortably tight.
Leon tried to say something though his moans, to no avail. One hand reached up from his leg to grasp at Chris' now unbuttoned pants, far too eager to wait for it longer than he had to.
Chris moved Leon's hand away, making Leon whine. "Patience."
"F-fuck you."
"We'll get to that, don't worry." Chris pressed a button on the vibrator's remote to turn up its intensity and released a pleased chuckle at Leon's whimper.
"Fuck…mmhm. Chris-" Leon grasped at the fabric along Chris' leg as he moved his hips against it. "Not so…desperate to f-fuck me now, huh? Thought you-mm…"
"What was that?" Chris teased, tilting his foot again. Leon pressed his face into Chris' thigh with a muffled cry, and Chris gently cupped the back of his head, running fingers through his hair. "Eyes up, baby, look at me." Chris moved his hand to Leon's face, gently tilting his chin up.
Leon's crystalline blue eyes locked with Chris' as moans spilled out from his lips. "Give…me." He tried once more to move for Chris' cock still tucked away.
"Yeah? Mm, keep your hands where they are." Chris pushed his pants out of the way just enough to free his cock and gently squeezed Leon's jaw. "Open your mouth. Good boy." He guided his tip into Leon's waiting mouth, groaning as Leon immediately began trying to get more of it into his mouth. "Patience, baby, take it slow."
Tears pricked into the corners of Leon's eyes as he devoured his husband's thick cock, choking for a moment. He let his tongue lazily lap along its shaft as his hips thrust against the vibrator still buzzing between his legs. "Mm…" Leon intentionally allowed himself to moan with his mouth full, so Chris could feel his voice rumble against his cock. He hungrily bobbed his head against his husband and popped his mouth off his length with a playful snicker, before spitting on it, then squeezing Chris' thigh from the vibrator along his own cock.
"Behave," Chris warned, tugging at Leon's hair to pull him off, looking down with a raised eyebrow.
"Chris." He locked eyes with his husband. "Don't you…wanna-fuck-shit! Mm!" Chris gripped his hair more firmly, clicking the remote in his hand to change the pattern of vibration. Leon reached up for Chris' hand to hold as the sensation overwhelmed him. "You…" A groan escaped him as he spilled onto Chris' boot. "F-fuck. Chris."
"Look at you making a mess." Chris clicked the vibrator off, soothingly sliding his hand down Leon's head. "Did so good, baby. Come here." He helped Leon up, wrapping an arm around his waist to steady him as they kissed.
Leon chased Chris' lips to feed his hunger for his husband. "I love you."
"I know," Chris teased, holding back a laugh at the surprise on Leon's face as he stole Leon's usual line.
"Asshole, I'm supposed to say that." Leon moved one step away from Chris, taunting him as he inched towards the bed. "Rude. I guess I should just..." he sat himself down against the bed. "Sit here. To think I put this on just for you, and haven't made use of it."
"Oh, is that so?" Chris followed him toward the bed, kicking his shoes and pants off as they moved.
"It is," Leon quickly added. "All for you and you haven't done a thing. Shame. I really thought you'd like it."
"Not a thing, hm? The mess you made of yourself a minute ago says otherwise. Lay back." Chris reached for the bottle of lube laying on the bed and dramatically popped the cap, holding eye contact as he coated his fingers.
Leon happily did as he was told, but not without a devious smirk plastered along his cheek. He wrapped his hands around the back of both knees and pulled them closer to his chest, giving Chris more access to his ass. "Go on then."
Chris took a deep breath as he took in the sight, knowing Leon was far too pleased with himself for the move. He planted a knee on the bed and leaned in to kiss Leon slow and filthy, until they had to separate to breathe.
"I knew you liked 'em flexible."
Chris kissed him again in response, teasingly rubbing his left hand along Leon's thigh. Only when Leon started to go pliant against him did he move his other hand down, lube-covered fingers circling his rim with gentle precision.
Leon's breath hitched from the cold sensation of lubed fingers against his sensitive flesh. "Come on, Chris. You're killing me." He knew he needed to be carefully prepared for his husband, but against his better judgment, he wanted him now. One hand moved the g-string just barely out of the way of his balls and asshole, just for Chris.
"Mm-mm. If you want something, ask nicely." Chris readjusted his hand, nudging Leon's out of the way.
"Just fuck me," Leon whined, "I won't fucking break."
"Still not nice," Chris chided, keeping the motion of his fingers gentle and teasing. "You're mine, and I take care of what's mine."
"Knew there was a reason I married you," Leon tried to hold back little moans that fought to escape his soft, swollen lips. "This whole Chris shit is too good to pass up. Fuck."
"Sure, that's the reason." Chris leaned down to kiss him again, and then settled himself lower on the bed, mouthing along Leon's muscular thighs. Finally, slowly, he slipped one finger into Leon at the same time as he bit down on his thigh.
With a pleased gasp, Leon moved one hand down to adjust the string for Chris once more. "Fuck, your fingers are so big."
Chris huffed with a smirk, "Not the only thing that's big," He couldn't resist the opportunity to joke, and bit down on Leon's other thigh before his husband could admonish him for the comment.
"Mm…Don't I know it," Leon groaned from the second bite against his skin. "Marking me, huh? You that protective?"
"Like I said," Chris said, kissing the bite mark, "mine."
"You should leave it where people see it then. A bit useless down there, don't you think? Make me walk through DSO tomorrow with you all over me." Leon playfully suggested, knowing it would be a bad idea.
Chris groaned, his tightly-kept self control slipping a little bit at the idea. He was usually cautious to keep marks where they could be easily hidden by clothes, and despite Leon's teasing he was fairly certain Leon wouldn't appreciate going to work looking like he'd encountered a vampire. "Mm, you'll have me all over you regardless." He responded, beginning to work another slick finger into Leon as he spoke. "And you'll know. That's enough for me."
Leon bit down with a moan as the second finger slipped inside. "Know what?" He forced out. He knew exactly what Chris meant.
If Leon was still this coherent, Chris wasn't doing his job right. He crooked his fingers with unerring accuracy, pressing into Leon's prostate and enjoying the way his husband's eyes widened, a little noise escaping him despite his best efforts. Leon was hard again, his ruined underwear tented, and Chris leaned in to mouth at his clothed cock while keeping up the motion of his fingers, just barely teasing a third one.
One of Leon's hands flew up to Chris' hair and grasped at what little he could as his back arched. "F-fuck yes. Now we're…mm…talkin'. Took…fuck. You long enough."
"I don't know, baby, it sounds like you're having a little trouble with the talking part, actually," Chris couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. He spread his fingers apart and deemed Leon ready for the third one, reaching for the lube bottle with his free hand to add a little more before he pressed it in. At the same time, he spread Leon's legs further apart, testing his flexibility with a tight hold on one thigh.
Leon covered a whimper with his hand against his mouth. Chris would be too pleased with his success. He gave a quick squeeze to his toes as Chris moved within him with three thick fingers, right where he liked them.
"None of that." Chris let go of Leon's thigh in favor of pulling his hand away from his mouth. "Let me hear you."
"Come on-" Leon squeaked out before a moan finally slipped out.
"That's it," Chris crooned. "Sound so pretty for me. You ready?"
"Fuck. Don't make me wait any longer." Leon pulled his legs back as far as he could, taunting his husband further. "Give it to me, big boy. I can take it."
"Good." Chris reached for the lube, quickly slicking himself up, then began to press in, eyes locked on Leon's face to watch every reaction. He was determined to take it slow, at least for now, despite Leon's best efforts. "How you feeling, baby?"
"Like a million bucks…oh. This never gets old," Leon nearly laughed at the familiar sensation of Chris filling him. "I love you so much."
"I love you. Fuck, Lee, you feel so good." Chris' eyes briefly shut, but he forced them back open, wanting to see Leon as he pressed in all the way and adjusted on the bed, leaning down.
"All for you, babe." Leon reached up to cup the back of Chris' head and pulled him down into a deliberate, salacious kiss. He tilted his head to please his craving for deeper intimacy.
Chris groaned into the kiss, happy to indulge his husband. He'd been too focused on Leon to think about his own pleasure, but it felt too good to ignore now. Once he was sure that Leon was relaxed enough, he slowly began to move, drawing sounds of pleasure from both of them. The kiss turned messy, neither of them wanting to let go of the other.
As they kissed, Leon moved both legs over Chris' shoulders with a giddy chuckle against his lips. He pulled back from their kiss for just a moment, close enough to still share the same air. "Fuck me like it's our wedding day."
"Was a good day," Chris chuckled breathlessly into the kiss, unable to resist doing as Leon asked. "I love you." He murmured again, keeping the pace slow just as he had a year ago.
Leon leans his head back with a pleased groan from each lazy thrust. "I love you more…" he moved his legs off Chris' shoulder to relax them against his sides. "So much."
Chris huffed fondly, biting Leon's lower lip in retaliation. "Beg to differ, but if that's what we're arguing about I think we're doing something right."
"Mm…we've argued plenty. Like…mmm." Leon paused as Chris brushed against his prostate. "When…you buy another ugly shirt."
"You like my shirts, you can't fool me," Chris responded, angling his hips as he noted Leon's pause.
"I d-fuck me. Oh-fu-Mm." Whatever quip Leon wanted to add was lost. He groaned as Chris rolled his hips along the same spot once more. "Chris…"
"Working on it," Chris teased, readjusting his weight to make sure he could keep doing exactly what Leon wanted.
Leon melted under him with an array of whimpers and groans. His hands inched along Chris' back to grasp onto the toned muscles, and instinctively dug his nails in, to leave his own mark for Chris to admire as a job well done.
"Fuck." Chris' hips snapped forward harder almost unconsciously, but Leon clearly didn't mind. "-so good, baby."
Leon removed one hand from his back and reached down south to desperately attempt to remove the skimpy underwear trapping his erection.
Chris grasped Leon's hand. "Hands off." He grabbed the other hand and firmly placed them both above Leon's head, earning a defiant gasp.
"Can't let me have any fun?"
"You're having plenty." He rolled his hips into Leon, quickening his pace just enough to make Leon whimper.
"Fuck off," Leon responded, and Chris chuckled at the way his husband's voice had gone thin with pleasure.
"And here I thought you wanted me to fuck you." Chris adjusted to hold Leon's wrists in one of his hands so that he could get his other hand onto Leon's thigh, pressing it to his chest.
Leon grunted as Chris adjusted his body his the way his husband liked it. "And here I thought my husband knew how to shut me up."
"Is that so?" Chris pulled out slowly, holding Leon in place despite his whine, and moved his hands to his husband's hips, flipping him over in one smooth motion. At this angle, the underwear was in his way, so he flicked one of the strings teasingly before leaning down to bite the fabric, ripping it with a jerk of his head.
Leon nearly giggled at Chris' eagerness, "Hey, I just got those! Rude."
"I'll buy you more. As many as you want," Chris groaned, taking in the view in front of him. Leon was always gorgeous, but especially so when he was letting Chris do whatever he wanted. "You ready?"
"I'm always ready, big boy."
"Good." Chris' grip tightened on Leon's hips as he slid back in, and gave them both a moment to readjust before he set about finding the right angle to make Leon fall apart.
"Mm. Mm. Mhm. Fuck-," Leon forced out between sloppy moans. "There-mm. Fu-u-uck…"
"That it?" Chris' voice was strained as he sped up, biting his lip to hold in his own sounds.
Leon's mouth fell open, releasing an obscene display of his ecstasy with each thrust into him. "Chris. O-oh my god. Just. Like…that." He reached back for one of Chris' hands along his hips and tried to move it towards his aching cock. "Mm. Mm." He dropped his head into their pillow to cover an array of filthy moans.
"What did I say about letting me hear you?" Chris resisted Leon's attempt to move him, instead sliding his hand into Leon's hair to pull him away from the pillow.
"Oh m-y. G-od…har…der."
Chris tightened his grip on Leon's hair, but he was admittedly losing patience with teasing, so he did as Leon asked. "Good boy. Taking it so well- fuck."
Leon's next words we're entirely unrecognizable though his pleasure, as Chris made Leon melt into nothing under him. "Gi-…me. Chri-is!" He finally rasped.
"Yeah, baby, I've got you," Chris managed, pressing himself against Leon's back as he finally got a hand on Leon's cock. "Let go."
"Chris!" Almost in an instant, Leon cried out under Chris' embrace and came into his husband's large hand, and whimpered as Chris continued thrusting through his orgasm.
"Fuck," Chris gasped. "So good for me. Can I -?"
"Pl-ease…holy-f-fuck. G-give…me…mm yes. Claim…me."
"God, Lee, you- mm- fuck-" Chris choked out, pausing to bite Leon's shoulder. "Mine." He only managed a couple more thrusts before he spilled into his husband with a cry.
Leon huffed with a giddy smile and laced his hand up into Chris' hair. "All yours. Every drop." He paused to admire their mess along the covers. "You'd think you were trying to knock me up with the mess we always make." His breathing staggered a bit as he came down from his high.
"Mmf." Chris kissed the back of Leon's neck as he carefully eased out and moved to the side. "Careful with that kinda talk." He was definitely too tired for another round, but Leon always knew what to say to get him worked up. "Love you."
Leon curled himself into Chris' arms with a tender smile and leaned close to wordlessly ask for a kiss. "I love you, more than I'll ever know how to express."
"Me too." Chris softly kissed him, pressing their foreheads together. "Happy anniversary, baby."