Leon hadn’t known how much he needed that, especially after such a tumultuous week.
He pulled James into a kiss, savoring his usual flavor, mixed with a hint of toothpaste. Damn, James reallyhadcome prepared.
“Leon,” James whined, clinging to his shoulders and back, “I need you.”
“You have me, darlin’. What can I do for you?”
“Want you,” James said, pressing his crotch into Leon’s hand. “Now.”
Leon didn’t even stop to think. He dropped to his knees, dragging James’ pants and boxers down with him. His floor definitely wasn’t comfortable, but it also wasn’tthatbad, and his sweatpants were pretty thick. As James’ clothes pooled at his feet, Leon adjusted his knees to rest on the extra fabric and decided this was more than good enough. He’d actually learned this little trick from James himself.
“Leon!” James exclaimed, his cheeks turning bright red as he stared down at Leon.
“You saidnow, darlin’,” Leon said, running his hands up the insides of James’ legs, from his ankles to the soft fat of his inner thighs.
He loved that his boyfriend had some heft. He loved grabbing the soft flesh of his ass and kneading the small rolls on his hips.
What he really wanted to do, and hadn’t gotten to do yet, was bury his face between James’ thighs. Since they’d started having sex in December, they always ended up with James giving him head, or Leon fingering or fucking James. Oftentimes, they did all three in one night. Leon hadn’t been in the mood to bottom yet, and if he was being completely honest, he was a little nervous to eat James out, since he’d never done it before.
He’d donea lotof research, including asking Aspen for their password for a trans porn site. Asking for help–especiallythatkind of help–had probably cost Leon several years of his life, but the videos, along with some instructional ones Aspen had also sent, helped with his confidence. The only thing left to do now was practice.
He was genuinely excited to practice, but he didn’t want his nerves to come off as anything but what they were: first-time jitters. He didn’t ever want James to think that he wasn’t interested or that he didn’t think James was one of the sexiest men he’d ever known.
Because truly, James was fucking perfect. From his excited smile all the way down to his Batman socks, Leon loved absolutely every inch of him.
“Are you–” James interrupted himself with a full body shiver as Leon teased the pad of his thumb over James’ dick. “Are you sure?”
He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before, but it made sense that the solution for his nerves would be to just do what he always did: go in hard and fast.
Or, well, maybehardwasn’t the right approach for blow jobs or eating out, but fast might be.
“Abso-fucking-lutely, darlin’. You good?”
James nodded so hard Leon was surprised he didn’t knock himself out.
“Alright then,” Leon said, and he bent forward and buried his face in James’ pubes.
His usual sweet yet woodsy scent was overwhelming, as was the subtle musk Leon had come to associate with his pussy. He’d caught little tastes, from kitten licks and kisses he’d placed on James’ dick, but he’d nevertrulytasted his boyfriend.
Might as well dive right in.
He sucked James’ dick into his mouth, grabbed his hip in one hand, and ran his fingers along the seam of James’ pussy with the other.
“Leon,” James groaned, his hands fisting in the shoulders of Leon’s shirt.
Leon loved having his hair pulled, and part of him hoped James would grip him by the hair and fuck his face. Unfortunately, he was almost positive James wouldn’t do that, especially not for Leon’s first time. Leon had damn near fallen off the couch when James had encouraged him to do that during James’ first time giving him head.
Nope, Leon was pretty sure he was going to have to figure this out on his own, and maybe later that weekend he’d ask James to take control and–
Huh. That was not a thought he’d ever had before.
Leon wasn’t used to giving up control. Not in relationships and definitely not in bed. Even when he bottomed, he was typically the one calling the shots.
It hadn’t really felt like that with James, though. When James went down on him, or even when he rode Leon’s dick, it felt like he was the one in control. It wasn’t that James was a bossy bottom–although, yeah, actually, sometimes he kinda was–it was more that he seemed to always be hyper attuned to Leon. He knew exactly what Leon needed to get off. Leon hadnever had sex as good as it was with James, and part of that seemed to include ceding control–even if unintentionally.
Leon didn’t really want to have a whole revelation about this on his kitchen floor. Right now, he was guiding the ship, and he wanted to do a good job of it…and then maybe he’d ask James to take over afterward.
With a steady breath, Leon focused on the task at hand, which meant working the tip of his tongue under James’ foreskin. When he licked the sensitive bud, James shouted, just like Leon knew he would. This position put him at the exact height of James’ dick, and he could see himself playing with the sensitive tip for hours.
