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Leon’s clearly a fucking idiot, because he doesn’t bring it up when he picks you up. He doesn’t say anything the entirety of the way through dinner, or when you sweetly suggest a walk in the park nearby afterwards.
He has the entire drive back to his apartment to mention it, but he’s far too focused on your hand on his thigh to even think straight, plus he’s trying to stay on the goddamn road, so for that one he gets a bit of a pass. But then he doesn’t breach the topic when he brings you inside, offers you a drink, and sits you down on his couch.
When you start kissing. When you lean over him, your mouth tasting like heaven and shitty wine.
You’re settled between his legs, reaching for his belt, when he (stupidly) blurts it out.
“I’m a virgin.”
You flinch back, probably because he speaks a bit too loud, shattering the gentle quiet of his apartment.
(Hopefully not out of disgust.)
“What?”
He can feel the heat rising in his face, red blooming across his cheeks. “I’m…I haven’t…” He swallows, staring at where your hands hover in midair. “Sorry.”
You just tilt your head, that little expression on your face that you always get when he says something odd. The one that lets him know he needs to rephrase. The same one he’d probably hate seeing, if you didn’t look so cute pulling it.
“Like, nothing? At all?” You say carefully. There’s no tone of judgment in your voice, just genuine curiosity and a want to understand. Still, he glances away when he nods, unable to make eye contact when he admits it.
Your hand finds his cheek, soft and gentle. He can’t help but look back, always drawn back to you no matter how hard he tries to pull away.
“Leon.” You say softly. “Do you want to do this? With me?”
“More than anything.” He answers, reaching up to cover your hand with his. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he's thought of this for longer than he'd care to admit.
You smile. “Me too. It doesn’t change anything that you’re…inexperienced. I want to share this with you.”
Leon’s heart flutters at your words and he’s unable to stop himself from leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. You gasp a little but quickly kiss back, and he can feel your smile against his mouth.
You kiss for a few minutes before you pull away and he feels your hand at his belt again.
“Just let me know if you change your mind, okay?” You say. “I want this to be good for you.”
He just nods, watching in awe as you unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. He can’t help the little twitch of his hips when you brush your hand over his bulge, his cock already hard and leaking in his boxers.
You take mercy, pulling him out as he bites his lip. Feeling your hand on his cock is a strange but not unwelcome sensation. After so many years of only feeling his own palm, the touch of another makes his head spin in a good way.
Your thumb carefully drags over the head, collecting the sticky precum there. He whines, already stupidly sensitive. You smile, starting to slowly stroke him.
“Fuck.” He breathes, watching the way the tip of his cock glides through your fingers. He has to take a deep breath to stop himself from just fucking into the warm channel of your hand. God, this felt good.
“Faster?” You ask, and he nods quickly. Your wrist moves quicker, making him moan. You smile down at him, other hand gliding over his thigh. “You’re really sensitive.”
Leon makes another sound of pleasure, which just proves your point. “It’s just…don’t really do this often.” He says lamely.
You shift a bit further down the couch, moving to press little kisses to his stomach and legs. “Ah, so you’re all pent up.” Again, you’re not teasing so much as stating a fact.
“Yeah.” He sighs out.
“Hey.”
He glances down to see your cheek lying on his thigh. You smile up at him, too adoring for him.
(God, he doesn't deserve you.)
“Can I suck your dick?”
The question pulls all the air out of his lungs. There’s a moment where he worries he might cum just from hearing those words, this moment over before it can even start.
Thankfully, he manages to hold himself together enough to speak through gritted teeth. “Please.”
You turn your head to kiss his thigh, soft and sweet, before your tongue pokes out to lick at the head of his cock. He whimpers just at the tiny sensation, watching as you press sloppy kisses all the way up his shaft. The wet noises make his head spin, warmth pooling in his gut.
He whines out your name. “Please, I-I can’t—” No, this can’t be happening, fucking christ, how embarrassing.
You just close your lips around his tip, sucking gently, and he’s gone.
Leon feels like he’s floating, warm and feeling so, so good. Every part of his body feels heavy and light at the same time, an electricity coursing through his veins. His breath comes out in little pants as he tries to come back down.
When the clouds clear, he’s ashamed. No way he just came before you could even do anything. You didn’t even cum! How selfish, how—
“Leon.” Your voice interrupts him, breaking through his thoughts. You’re leaning over him, a soft smile on your face instead of the annoyance he imagined.
“I’m sorry.” He says quickly.
You just shake your head, laughing softly. “For what?”
His face burns. “I didn’t…It was an accident, I’m sorry.”
You reach up and stroke his face gently. “Hey, it’s alright. I know. It’s okay.” A little twinkle appears in your eyes. “If it’s any consolation, I found it kinda hot.”
His heart stutters at that.
“What?”
Your hands slide over his thighs. “Come on. A strong guy like you pushed over so easily?” You’re teasing a bit now. One of your hands finds his, guiding it to your waist.
“You think you have enough left for a round two?”
His cock twitches a wordless answer as you get up to lead him to the bedroom.