James scratched his teeth up Leon’s neck, sinking the blunt fingernails of his left hand into Leon’s pec. Leon jerked his hips, and James fucked himself harder on Leon’s dick.
“I love seeing my marks on you,” James whispered, and god dammit if Leon didn’t love it, too.
This was exactly what he’d wanted: James to take control. He loved it so much. He loved every bite and scratch and hickey, and he loved–
James pressed hard into Leon’s right nipple, bringing his fingers together against the bar that ran through it. At the same time, he tugged on Leon’s earring with his teeth and did some sort of clenching, rocking maneuver with his pussy that had Leon coming with a scream.
“Unless you safe word…and remember, it’s ‘tomato,’ and you can always, always use it, baby. But unless you do, I’m going to keep going,” James warned.
All of Leon’s blood was currently in his dick, but even through the haze that was beginning to settle over his brain, he knew he one hundred percent consented to that. He nodded weakly, and James sat up, gentling his touches across Leon’s chest. He slowly rolled one nipple between his fingers as he dragged his other hand down Leon’s stomach to play with his purple belly button piercing. James’ hips were still moving, but it was almost languid, keeping Leon’s rapidly softening dick inside him.
He wouldn’t be soft for long, though. They’d done this a few times, James carrying him through, past, and then into his next orgasm.
He needed that right now more than he needed oxygen. He didn’t even mind the fiery tingles that danced up and down his cock as he went from sated to overstimulated and then painfully began to harden again.
Leon always felt a little floaty when they did this. All his earlier worries were completely gone, and all he could think about was his gorgeous boyfriend on top of him. His cock was so snug and warm, as was his chest, the balloon safely in place where it belonged.
They both felt the moment Leon was fully erect, because James picked up his pace and his touch grew rough again.
Leon’s blood lit on fire as it raced through his body and back to his cock.
“James,” he groaned. “Please.”
He didn’t even know what he was asking for, but James seemed to know, because he gripped Leon’s nipple ring and exerted a steady pressure as he began jerking himself off.
James’ pussy clenched and flexed around him, and Leon’s hips spasmed up, seeking more of that delicious pressure.
“Yes, yes, yes,” James chanted, moving his hand faster, jerking in time with the desperate twitching of Leon’s hips.
Leon gripped his thighs and held him steady so he could give him a few good thrusts.
“Oh–oh–baby,” James cried.
Leon used every ounce of his strength to pull himself upright so he could wrap his arms around James as he came on Leon’s aching dick.
One of them managed to crush their lips together as James shifted around, grabbing Leon’s dick and pulling it out. It was so slick, James’ hand glided effortlessly up and down as he stroked Leon seven, eight, nine, ten–
Leon jerked and let out a broken scream, which James quickly silenced with another kiss.
Even though James was still on top of him, Leon somehow ended up collapsing into his arms.
It took them a while to get up from the floor, and if it wasn’t for James’ insistence, Leon might have just stayed there. Instead, James got Leon up and leaned him against the island so he could scurry around, grabbing cleaning spray and paper towels to wipe down the floor before gathering up all their clothes.
Leon let himself be dragged by the hand across his apartment and into his shower, where James did his best to clean them both off before standing Leon in front of the sink to brush his teeth. Leon could do all of this on his own, of course. In his past relationships, he’d been the one who had to take care of the condom, strip the bed, wash off the walls of the shower, etcetera, etcetera. It was nice not having to do it tonight. It had been such a hard week, so when James guided him to bed, he went all too willingly.
“How do you feel, baby? Shaky? Any sort of come-down feelings?” James asked, cupping Leon’s face in a warm hand.
“Mmmm,” Leon said, turning his head to kiss James’ wrist. “S’good.”
“Okay,” James placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m going to grab my things and get ready for bed. I’ll be back in just a minute, okay?”
Leon’s eyes were growing heavy, so he blinked once and received another kiss for his efforts. James went back out to the kitchen to grab his bag, and he dropped Leon’s phone off with him before disappearing into the bathroom once again.
Leon squinted at the screen and saw a bunch of texts in their various group chats, but that wasn’t what he wanted–no, needed–right now.
He navigated to his texts with Aspen and started typing.
“If I try to deny this in the morning and say it was just my dick talking or some other bullshit excuse, I need you to come over here and slap me, but…”
