“Just keep dragging that sexy dick across my tongue, darlin’.”
He loved how James’ eyes widened in surprise. It made it even more obvious when they darkened with lust.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Fuck yes. It makes your whole body quiver, and I fucking love it.”
Hmm. That four-letter word was swirling around his head a lot tonight, wasn’t it? He loved James’ body and the way he responded to Leon’s touch. He loved giving James control, and he loved all the things James let Leon do to him in bed.
It was probably just Valentine’s Day fever.
Or maybe not.
He could add that to the nice, long, sit-down talk he was going to have with himself about what all of this meant.
Just…not right now.
“Come on, darlin’,” Leon said, pulling him forward by his pussy again. “I can take it. Iwantto take it.”
James’ fist clenched in his hair, almost to the point of pain. “Only if you promise to keep doing that.”
Leon grinned devilishly up at him before sticking out his tongue and devoting all his attention to hooking two, then a few moments later, three fingers into James’ spot with every thrust.
James built up an impressive rhythm, rolling his hips against Leon’s mouth while also meeting every one of Leon’s thrusts.
“Oh…God…that’s so good,” James grunted as Leon fluttered his fingers against his front wall.
His leg had begun to tremble, and he tilted his hips a little more, opening himself up wider, causing slick to drip down Leon’s arm.
James glanced down at Leon’s floor and grimaced. “I’m close. I might…uhm, make a mess of your floor.”
Yeah, it was far too late for that. He could feel some of James’ slick seeping into the knees of his sweatpants, which meant there was definitely already some on the floor.
He couldn’t give a flying fuck about that, though, so he shook his head and did his best to grin while keeping his tongue out.
James’ hips faltered before he began thrusting in earnest.
Leon’s jaw was starting to ache, his scalp was burning from James’ rough hold, and he had lost feeling in his kneecaps ten or so minutes before, but he was absolutely not giving up until James came all over him.
It only took another minute or so before James whimpered and his leg clenched around Leon’s shoulder. Leon pressed and held his fingers against James’ spot, and he shouted as he soaked Leon’s arm and pants.
Thankfully he had a pretty solid grip on James’ hip because a moment later, he collapsed on top of Leon.
“S-sorry. Sorry!” James said, trying to scramble up, but Leon held him firm so he could safely remove his fingers.
“I’ve got you, darlin’,” he said, shifting around so he was sitting with his legs splayed open, cradling James to his chest.
James trembled and pressed his face into Leon’s neck. “You really do…don’t you.”
Leon froze, even as his heart picked up speed. All those thoughts from earlier came crashing back. Now was still definitely not the time for navel-gazing. Not with his gorgeous, debauched boyfriend in his lap. He could worry about his feelings and James’ feelings—and any other feelings that needed to be dealt with—later.
He shifted on the hard floor, accidentally grinding his erection against James’ side. Without missing a beat, James threaded his hand between them and gave Leon a purposeful stroke through his pants.
“You hard for me, baby?” James whispered, and Leon’s dick throbbed in his grip.
He was so grateful for the distraction from his racing thoughts that a small whimper escaped as James stroked him again.
“So fucking hard,” Leon said, falling back onto one hand so he could press into James’ fist.
