He moved back up the bed, Karl grabbing at him and their mouths crashing together. This time, it was Karl’s turn to flip them. His hand combed through Leon’s hair, then down over his hip to cup his ass, teasing over the cleft until Leon nearly sobbed.
“Lube,” he demanded, when he could find his voice.
Karl lunged for the nightstand, his eagerness sharp enough to taste. But he’d waited for Leon toask,and that almost unbearable fondness filled Leon again.
Leon barely had time to get his breath before slick fingers slid over him, warm and sure, circling with deliberate care. Karl’s gaze didn’t leave his face, tracking every flicker of sensation, every tell.
“If you keep staring like that, we’re going to have a problem,” he said, voice annoyingly uneven. He wasn’t used to being watched like this,seenlike this.
Karl only smiled, eyes dark. “Just admiring the view.”
And then he pressed in. The first finger breached him with careful pressure, hot and slippery and so damn intimate Leon swore softly under his breath.
“Still okay?” Karl murmured.
Leon glared at him through a haze of heat. He wasn’t used to being treated like something precious, and it made him feel exposed. “More.”
Karl kissed him then, one hand braced beside his head, the other moving in a slow rhythm between his legs, and Leon felt like he was being taken apart, touch by careful touch.
A second finger joined the first, stretching him wider, and Leon groaned aloud. His muscles resisted, then gave way, and the pressure flared into heat. Karl’s mouth was on his jaw, his neck, whispering things Leon didn’t catch, didn’t need to. Everything in him narrowed to the drag of fingers, the feel of Karl’s bodypressed against his own, the way he didn’t just touch—helistened. Responded. Matched him perfectly.
Then Karl crooked his fingers just right, andholy hell—Leon yowled. A sharp, unguarded sound that left him blinking in surprise. He didn’t even know he could make that sound.
Karl stilled for one breathless second. “Jesus.”
His gaze locked on Leon’s, his pupils blown wide. “Do that again.”
Leon flushed hot. “I willendyou.”
Karl chuckled, low and wrecked. “Swear to God, that was the best thing I’ve ever heard.” He pressed a kiss to Leon’s open mouth. “I want to hear that every time.”
Leon was panting now, his body shaking with need. “Then do something about it.”
He did it again. And again. And Leon made that same sharp, helpless noise each time, his body arching, hips chasing the sensation.
He was gone—shaking, sweating,needing—and Karl was still taking his time, stroking him from the inside with maddening precision.
Leon clutched at his shoulders. “Another,” he begged.
Karl didn’t speak—just added a third finger, slower this time, gentler. Leon bit his lip, panting hard as his body stretched around the intrusion. The sting made his eyes water, but God, the fullness. The way Karlheldhim through it, kissed his throat like a benediction.
“Okay?” Karl asked, voice rough.
Leon nodded, not trusting his voice. Karl pulled his fingers free, only long enough to slick himself, then nudged the blunt head of his cock against Leon’s entrance.
“Karl—”
“Breathe,” Karl murmured, kissing his collarbone. And then he pushed in, slow and steady, filling him inch by inch.
Leon’s fingers fisted in the sheets, his whole body trembling as Karl seated himself fully, deep and hot andthere,his breath ragged against Leon’s cheek.
Leon’s head fell back, eyes wide at the unbelievablerightnessof it. He was full in a way that left no room for doubt. No room for anything butthis.
Karl braced above him, searching his face, still and focused, like Leon was the most important thing in the world.
Leon let out a shaky breath. “Fuck.”
Karl stroked a hand down his side. “Still good?”
