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The gravel below Leon’s knees is damp and rough, soaking uncomfortably into his worn blue jeans and sending a shiver up his spine as the cool water makes contact with his skin.
There’s a thick smoky smell to the air though it’s unsurprising given where he’s situated.
Thuds of the loud music and its accompanying bass burst through the walls of the club behind him, and he can’t really say he misses the sticky warmth of its interior.
He’s jolted out of his thoughts by the back door to his left bursting open, a swirl of anticipation and light nerves in his stomach forming at the heavy boots walking towards him.
He's soothed when a large hand settles on his head, petting his hair as though he were an anxious puppy.
The thought makes him chuckle inwardly, and Leon reminds himself to tell Chris about it later. 'Later' meaning; when he’s not about to loan Leon’s mouth out to the solid unit of a man they met in the club only half an hour prior.
“A pretty little thing you’ve got yourself here,” The man comments with a gruff voice, ignoring Leon entirely and addressing Chris above him.
“That I do,” the brunette replies, lightly patting the nape of Leon’s neck three times- an action that makes Leon’s heart jump in affection.
He knows his husband and the stranger have already talked inside the club without him, discussing boundaries and rules- but he appreciates the illusion that they’re just meeting. It helps Leon properly immerse himself. Allows him to lean into the very real adrenaline and anticipation thrumming through him.
He’s only actually spoken to the man once after all, just to exchange names and get a feel for one another.
“I’m Jack Krauser- Major.”
Leon watches out of the corner of his eye as the man reaches a large hand out to shake Chris’, his eyes widening a little at the realisation that this man is a soldier. Not only that but one with high rank. God only knows what he’s capable of, it explains the muscles and the steel posture that exudes authority and danger.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Chris Redfield and my boy here-“ Chris pauses to push Leon’s hair out of his face, “is Leon.”
Jack bends down, resting his hands on his knees to get a good look.
The intense eye contact rattles Leon, his face heating up as he fights not to break it first. Their noses are almost touching and he can feel the other man’s warm breath on his mouth, smell the faint alcohol that lingers in it.
“Nice to meet you, Leon. A little birdy told me that you’re very talented with that mouth of yours, is that right?”
Leon is given a merciful break from eye contact as Jack’s gaze dips down to Leon’s lips, now parted in shock at the abrupt and bold question.
He notices the gleam of an old scar traversing down the man's face, it was obviously a brutal injury at one point and only makes the man look tougher and more charming. Leon wants to run his tongue over it.
“I-, nice to meet you too Jack-“
“Major, to you.”
“Sorry Major, and yes- or so I’ve been told,” Leon manages to answer, the shake in his voice audible to all three of them. He pointedly ignores the way his stomach drops at the correction. God, he loves power trips.
Major Krauser chuckles in front of him, patting his cheek condescendingly before standing back up and facing Chris, whose fingers never stopped running through his hair.
“He’s cute, I like him. Mind if I try him out?” Jack asks, and Leon can hear the amusement in his voice, the teasing lilt that makes him feel so insignificant and dirty in such an arousing way.
“Be my guest, oh and-“ Chris leans into the crook of Jack’s neck and whispers something that makes the other gasp in mock shock, and despite Leon’s best efforts to strain his ears and eavesdrop- he catches nothing.
It makes goosebumps travel across his soft skin, the unknown providing a sense of foreboding and uncertainty that mixes into a dark cocktail of arousal and desperation inside of him.
When Krauser steps back from Chris and moves so that he’s directly in front of Leon, Leon lets his right hand find Chris’ ankle to his side, loosely holding on.
In response, Chris squeezes his shoulder once, firmly. A status check-in before the fun begins.
Leon takes a deep breath, then looks at his husband, squeezing Chris’ ankle once and with clear intent. Chris smirks proudly.
“Go ahead, he’s all yours Jack.”
Leon gets a split second to think about how intimidating the man above him looks, with his wide stance and stocky build crowding him before Jack moves in.
Leon winces as a calloused hand grips his cheeks so hard his lips pout outwards, moving his face left and right as Jack inspects him as though he’s an exhibit for sale (and not a very turned-on man kneeling in a back alley in the early hours of the morning.)
Satisfied, Jack pulls his hand away and steps closer so that his clothed crotch is mere inches from Leon’s face, tented and full.
“You gonna get these off me or should I, pretty boy?”
Leon doesn’t hesitate. He brings both hands to the other man’s belt and rushes to unbuckle it, grateful it’s worn down with use.
He tugs it with such determination that the soldier’s hips are pulled forward with the force of it, and the abrupt, mean laugh that bursts from Jack makes Leon's face flood bright red- feeling caught out.
“Is he always this desperate for cock?” Krauser asks, directed at Chris.
“You bet,” Chris confirms, idly moving his thumb back and forth on Leon’s shoulder. “Tease him long enough and the slut will cry for it.”
Leon can’t control the way his eyes snap up to look at Chris, shocked that the man would say such intimate degradations right off the bat.
Chris just stares back at him with an eyebrow raised in challenge, the smile on his face showing he’s enjoying every second of this.
“Are you really going to deny it, baby?”
Leon bites his tongue, letting the petulant and humiliated feelings weigh down and leave his mouth dry. He’ll never get enough of this.
“No, I’m not,” he mutters. He doesn't think it'd end well for him to be a brat when they have company.
“I can imagine it. We don’t have time tonight, but boy that’s a sight I’d love to see,” Krauser replies, palming himself vulgarly through his trousers.
“Carry on then, enough chit chat”
Leon hurries to continue when he realises the instruction is directed at him, quickly undoing the button of Jack’s jeans and unzipping the fly before yanking them down to the knee.
The man is wearing blood-red briefs that fit snugly around his hairy thighs- large and rounded with muscle that must’ve taken years to build.
Leon lets his hands greedily run up them until he reaches the waistband, and his lower stomach heats up when he finally looks properly at the cock outline in front of him.
Krauser is big.
“Don’t worry, we’ll make it fit” The man promises arrogantly in what Leon thinks is quite a menacing tone. It almost feels like a threat, and makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
He peels the fabric down carefully, feeling his mouth water when the Major’s cock springs free. It’s thick and veiny, with a strong curve that Leon can’t help but fantasise about, imagining the places it could reach inside of him.
There’s another squeeze on Leon’s shoulder and he reaches to squeeze back once. Green.
Well-trained to spot almost anything, Krauser notices and looks at Chris, waiting for the go-ahead which he gets in the form of a quick nod.
Leon tries to let his body relax back against the brick wall, shuffling his knees a little so he doesn’t lose circulation in his feet while Jack strokes himself leisurely a few times.
When the heavy weight of Krauser’s cockhead taps on Leon’s lower lip, he swallows his nerves and looks the man in the eye before letting his mouth fall open, as wide as it can go.
Jack starts feeding it into his mouth at a steady pace, starting shallow and letting him adjust.
Keeping his teeth out of the way, Leon forms a seal around the man with wet lips and tries to remember to take deep breaths through his nose.
He can taste salt and warm flesh on his tongue, and registers with a curl of excitement in his belly that he’s going to struggle to deepthroat the man. Exactly how he likes it.
“Mouth is so damn hot…” Jack mumbles under his breath, and Leon feels a pang of pride. The contrast between the cool air and his mouth must be nice.
The cock pushes a little deeper and a light gag erupts in Leon’s throat, the hand that isn’t on Chris’ ankle reaches out and touches Krauser’s hip instinctively.
He’d be worried that the two other men would get concerned and stop, but he knows Chris would have been crystal clear about his limits when talking to their new guest.
“Such a good boy, taking it like a champ,” Chris praises warmly, briefly brushing a thumb over Leon’s cheekbone before returning it to his shoulder. If not for his mouth being fucked, he’d be beaming up at Chris.
“Okay, practice run is over, time for the real fun,” Krauser smiles, bringing both hands behind Leon’s head and cradling the nape of his neck.
A bolt of fear shocks through Leon, feeling trapped. He knows he's safe, but hell, even feeling like he's been trapped with a wild predator is enough to make his dick twitch.
He's got nowhere to move or escape to, especially not away from the dick in his mouth- even his side is blocked by Chris’s warm legs where he stands beside him looking out for any curious by-passers.
“Easy boy…that’s it,” Jack placates him, it’s oddly reassuring to Leon, maybe it’s the confident tone. He wonders if this is how Jack speaks to the anxious cadets under his command. The thought of being under the man’s orders only makes his pulse quicken even more, his mind racing with thoughts of how the man would react if he stepped out of line.
The next time Jack thrusts- it’s deep, coming close to the back of Leon’s throat and forcing him to suck a frantic breath in through his nose.
It stays that way for a while as the elder builds a steady rhythm. Drool is now slowly dripping down Leon’s chin, feeling cold as it meets the outside air. He feels dirty in the best way, his brain numb and empty while he lets the pleasure of being used encompass him.
He’s just about adjusted and zoned out when he hears the order, the thrusting stopping for a moment.
“Deep breath for me.”
Leon inhales deeply.
“Atta boy.”
Leon doesn’t get a chance to enjoy the praise before Jack pushes his swollen cock into Leon’s throat, without mercy and until his balls are pressed against Leon's chin.
Eyes widening, Leon makes an alarmed noise which is muted by the intrusion. Jack grunts above him, the vibrations feeling blissful on his sensitive dick.
Leon’s throat stings in a way that makes his nose run a little and he sniffles to try and stop it. When he glances up through wet eyelashes, he takes pride in the screwed-up expression on Jack's face and the way he has his lower lip caught between his teeth, Leon wants to see him dishevelled, wants to see him let go of the composure and control he holds onto so tightly.
As he tries to stop the repeated gagging, Jack backs out a bit, offering only a singular second of relief before pushing forward again.
After a shaky minute, Krauser has found a good speed that overwhelms Leon perfectly but not to the point of distress.
Leon’s eyes are streaming incessantly as he chokes on each thrust, not even able to suck or move his tongue around- he’s too busy trying to stay still and be a good sleeve for Jack.
Leon reaches down to try and relieve the pressure on his cock aching in his pants, only for Krauser to cruelly kick his hand away.
“Are you really that much of a cheap whore?” Jack sneers and Leon can only sob in response, his member leaking precum as the mean words wash over him.
When he feels a near-painful pressure on his clothed erection, Leon is a goner.
Krauser is standing on him. Grinding his dirty military boot into Leon’s most delicate body part like it’s dirt, or a used cigarette needing to be put out.
He moans filthily, though he quickly regrets it when doing so interrupts the good breathing pattern he’d gotten into.
He wretches a little, the spasm in his throat almost cutting off airflow completely.
Jack is groaning above him, enjoying the extra pressure he gets from Leon’s struggle.
Chris checks in on him immediately with a strong squeeze, and Leon reassures him he’s fine with a single returning one. He realises how hard he’s been holding onto Chris’ ankle for dear life and wonders if the man will have bruises tomorrow.
“Yeah, shoulda known you’d only get harder when you can’t breathe. You were- fuck, you were made for this,” Krauser grunts, making his thrusts only a little more shallow to allow Leon some oxygen.
Leon nods desperately as much as he can, looking up at Jack’s blurry face through teary eyes. He’s rewarded with the man starting a proper rhythm with his boot, allowing Leon to grind along a little.
“Fuck, I’m close. Last round kid, brace yourself” Krauser has the forethought to warn. Leon does as he’s told.
While he can’t control his body’s urge to gag, he is a lot more prepared this time.
He revels in the ache and stretch of his throat being violated, and how messy he feels with tears and drool all over his face and dirty water soaking into his knees, and a fat cock fucking his throat.
“Shit, I’m cumming- god you’re fucking perfect-“ the Major cuts himself off, gripping the hair at Leon’s neck painfully tight as he finishes down his throat.
The hot and bitter liquid coating Leon’s throat in combination with Krauser’s rough noises and careless boot sends Leon over the edge moments later.
His hips stutter as pathetic spurts of liquid ruin the inside of his underwear, leaving him warm and shuddering while his stomach spasms through the orgasm.
As Krauser pulls out Leon goes limp against the wall, thoroughly used and sated- and very tired.
There’s some rustling then soon Chris is knelt beside him. Jack on the other side too, like two broad shields keeping him safe- no longer like the trapping walls they were minutes prior.
“How are you doing, Hm?” Chris asks gently, bringing a wet wipe to Leon’s face and delicately wiping some of the mess away.
Leon smiles lazily and winces immediately when he realises how sore his lips are, but he savours it. It’s the satisfying type of pain that he loves, like a bruise you can’t stop prodding.
“I’m doing- fuck,” He chuckles, his voice barely audible and ruined from the rough treatment. “I’m doing perfect, thank you both,” he answers honestly, closing his eyes and enjoying the gentle wipes on his skin as he tries to get his breathing back under control.
Chris leans forward and kisses him chastely on the mouth, careful of the tender skin.
“That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen Leon, you know that?” He praises, his hungry eyes betraying the softness in his voice. He turns to look at Jack when the soldier clears his throat.
“You were incredible Leon, I was sure you’d have to tap out at one point but shit- you took it so well” Jack compliments, clearly hesitant to accidentally speak out of turn.
Leon blushes furiously, suddenly feeling shy as reality hits.
“Thank you…uh, it really is nice to meet you properly Jack,” Leon responds quietly, making the other chuckle at the sweet sight.
“I’m grateful to you both for trusting me, I hope I wasn’t out of line anywhere,” The man adds, looking a little unsure and seeking reassurance.
Leon is still functioning on very limited energy and brain power, so he looks up at Chris and lets him answer for both of them.
“You’d have known immediately if you overstepped, you were better than we could’ve hoped for. Thanks for taking good care of him,” Chris explains, reaching out and giving Krauser’s shoulder a firm slap as he sighs in relief.
The next few minutes are a rush of them hastily cleaning Leon up as best as they can, and trying to look like they didn’t just commit the most debauched acts in a grubby back alley downtown.
Eventually, they’re all stood up and ready to part ways, with Leon leaning heavily on Chris and shamelessly ogling Jack in his post-orgasmic haze.
“You’ve got our numbers from before, right? Let us know if you need anything, especially reassurance,” Chris confirms with no room for argument.
They’ve never invited a third party before and Leon knows Chris is worrying about Krauser going through some type of drop after going home alone, it's the last thing Leon wants either.
He has no idea whether the other man would bristle at the suggestion, feeling defensive- he’s hoping Jack won’t let him down.
“I appreciate it, I’ll get in touch if I need to. And the same goes for you two, okay?”
Leon and Chris both relax in relief. Jack’s eyes are warm, crinkling at the sides when he flashes a genuine smile.
“Yeah, no doubt. And thank you, really,” Leon confirms, wanting to speak up and say goodbye properly.
Jack winks at him and Leon can’t stop the way his head ducks at the blatant flirting, making Chris ruffle his hair in endearment.
“I’ll see you two around, and call me if you wanna do this again sometime- I’d sure love to,” Krauser finishes, walking away with a wave and hailing a cab further along the street.
Chris tugs Leon close after waving Jack off and holds him tight. Leon politely ignores the rock-hard bulge he feels and sinks into his husband’s warm chest, breathing in his scent.
“Let’s get you home, gotta get you all cleaned up and take care of your knees,” Chris says, nuzzling his face into Leon's shoulder.
Leon hadn’t noticed the throbbing in his joints until then, and suddenly he’s aching for exactly what Chris suggested, followed by what is guaranteed to be the best night's sleep he’s had in weeks.
“On one condition,” Leon bargains, voice muffled against Chris’ shirt.
“Go on,” Chris sighs dramatically.
“Let me get you off in the shower? With my hands though, my mouth is done for the night,” Leon asks, pressing his hips forward a little to connect with Chris' hard-on and chuckling when he groans.
“I suppose I'll let you if you're still awake enough by then, thank you sweetheart,” The elder answers, knowing fine and well that the taxi journey home could very easily see Leon fast asleep within minutes. The boy has earned it, he thinks fondly.