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“Please?” You draw the word out in a long syllable, flashing him those puppy dog eyes that he can never resist.
Despite himself, Leon huffs. “Fine.” He pauses for a moment in front of the closet. “You owe me.”
That’s how you get him standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in all the tactical gear he could dig out. Most of his more intricate stuff is at headquarters, but you’d stopped questioning all the random straps and buckles in your shared closet years ago.
Now, you didn’t mind as much.
“What do you think?” He asks, holding his arms out. He still looks a little irritated at being coerced into this, but there’s a flash of interest in his eye, like he genuinely wants to know.
You do a little motion with your finger. “C’mon, I want to see it all.”
He rolls his eyes but obediently spins for you.
You take in the sight of his body. He’s well built, strong yet lean after years of training. The tightness of the outfit only seem to accentuate the angular lines of his frame. He’s left the top one or two buttons undone on his dress shirt, a detail that you can’t tell if it’s intentional or not. Something inside you warms up at the sight.
“You look really good.” You say when he’s facing you again.
“Thanks.” He says flatly, reaching up to pull at one of the straps to take the vest off, but pauses when you interrupt.
“Really good.”
Leon doesn’t move for a moment, his eyes fixed on you. Something shifts in them, and for a moment you feel like you know what it’s like to be one of his targets, to be on the other side of his gun or blade.
(That idea should not excite you as much as it does.)
Finally, he straightens back up, raising an eyebrow. He at least looks amused. “So it’s like that, huh?” He asks, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
You shrug, feigning innocence. Leon just rolls his eyes and climbs on the bed, moving so he’s on top of you. From this close, you can see the way his pants tighten around his thighs, how the shirt stretches around his biceps.
“How do you move in that?” You ask, half joking and half serious.
He leans down, kissing along your jaw. “How about I show you, hm?”
You shiver, feeling a heat pooling between your legs already as you tilt your head to give him better access. He laughs quietly in your ear.
“If I'd known you were into this, I’d have come home all decked out at least twice already.” His hands skim up your thighs, pushing your shirt up. You already can’t wait to feel those gloves against your bare skin.
“Well, now I have something to look forward to in the future.” You respond, letting him ease your t-shirt over your head. This earns you another chuckle and a bite to the collarbone.
“I’ll see what I can do.” His kisses already start to move lower, his tongue tracing a line down your stomach. His hands hold your hips firmly, using his strength to pin you to the bed.
(Like you’d think of going anywhere else but here.)
Leon leans back to tug down your pants. You squirm a bit upon seeing the wet patch on your underwear, evidence as to how much you truly enjoy this.
For a moment you think he’s going to undress as well, or at least pull off some of the heavier bits of his gear. To your surprise, he just pushes his bangs out of his eyes and takes a moment to roll the sleeves of his shirt up.
The sight makes your mouth water and your legs shake. He seems to notice, a little smirk appearing on his face as he leans down and mouths over the fabric.
You whine softly, feeling the heat of his mouth even through the barrier. The sensations are muted as he drags his tongue over you, making you push your hips up, desperate for more friction.
“Leon, please.” You thread your fingers in his hair, just the way he likes. Maybe that will convince him to continue.
His hands brush your thighs, pushing them further open. You gasp at the feeling of leather against your skin. “What?” He teases, his breath hot. “Use your words.”
You huff, but swallow your pride enough to ask for what you crave. “Touch me, please.”
“I am touching you.” comes the predictable response. A gentle kiss lands on your inner thigh, right where your underwear ends.
“You know what I mean.” You groan, tugging a bit at his hair.
Asshole.
Thankfully, Leon hooks his fingers in the waistband and tugs them down unceremoniously, leaving you spread out before him.
“Fuck.” He curses, making it clear that he is not as unaffected by this as he appears.
Leon leans in, finally getting his mouth on you with nothing in between. You moan, unable to stop yourself from trying to close your legs around his head, but he holds them down firmly. The cuffs of his sleeves strain against his muscles as they work to keep you in place.
He licks you slowly, clearly not entirely done with the teasing. You’re dripping, both into his mouth and probably onto the bed. His head bobs as he sucks hard suddenly, making you cry out.
“Babe, please, I-I can’t, I’m—” You’re cut off when one of Leon’s fingers teases around your hole, slick and wet, before pressing inside.
You swear you can feel him smiling against you as you moan, taking in the stretch. When he’d had the chance to peel off his gloves and get lube, you have no idea, but you can’t find it in yourself to wonder or care with his mouth on you like this. You force yourself to focus on the pleasure, trying to relax around the intrusion, before pulling a bit on his hair to signal him to move.
To your disappointment, Leon lifts his head. His lips are shiny from you, the bit of bare chest you can see through his shirt glistening with sweat.
“Move.” You demand, shifting your hips.
He laughs, but does as he’s told, starting to push his finger in and out. You shiver as he leans up to mouth at your neck.
Soon he has you worked up to three, aiming for that spot inside you that makes you see stars. You’re gripping onto the straps around his shoulders, making little punched out noises every time he thrusts them back in. “Leon.” You beg, giving him the same puppy dog eyes that started this whole thing. “Need you inside.”
Instead of making some smart-ass comment, he moans low in his throat and kisses your shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. Let me give it to you.”
Sitting back on his knees, you again get to appreciate the sight of him as he unbuckles his belt. You reach up to help, unfastening the twin straps attached to his thighs. He catches your hand as you go to pull back, pressing a sweet kiss to the middle of your palm.
“Lie back.” Leon says, releasing you and pushing his uniform pants down just enough to fish his cock out. It’s an obscene sight, the way it stands out hard and flushed from the rest of his otherwise clothed body.
You obediently settle back against the pillows, letting him position himself over you and nudge the head against your hole. Your hands come up to grip his vest, moaning as he gently slides in, a sudden sweetness to him out of nowhere.
“So good.” You wrap your legs around his waist, trying to force him further inside. The fabric of his trousers glides against your legs.
His cock twitches inside you. “You okay, baby?” He asks softly, hand finding where yours is holding onto his chest.
You rock your hips insistently as an answer. “Fuck me.”
Something flashes in his eyes and that softness is gone just as quickly as it appeared. He pulls out until just the tip of his dick still rests inside before shoving all the way back in with a quick thrust, pulling a loud shout from you. He continues at that quick and hard pace, grabbing onto your waist for leverage.
His cock brushes against your walls with each pass, sending bursts of pleasure down to your core. You can’t help but reach down between your legs; which Leon watches intently, as though trying to memorize the way you touch yourself.
Leon hauls one of your legs over his shoulder, the new angle making you both groan with pleasure as he pushes back in. The wet sounds of skin-on-skin fill the room, your whines mixing with his moans.
You rub yourself faster, desperately clenching around him. “Leon, I, ah, please.” Your nails scrape uselessly against the kevlar.
He leaves open mouthed kisses along your neck. “Gonna come for me, sweetheart? Let’s see it.”
Your legs shake as you cum, head falling back against the pillows. Leon follows with a grunt, a warmth spilling inside you.
You whine when he pulls out, feeling a bit of his cum already starting to leak out of your hole and down onto the sheets. He pets your thighs gently.
“You like a man in uniform, huh?” He teases, reaching up to fix his shirt collar.
You frown and reach out to smack him, but are interrupted by a moan as he dips a finger between your thighs, pushing some of his cum back inside.
Perhaps his mission wasn’t quite over yet.