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Times like these are always the hardest. Working an office job at the DSO was monotonous enough, but without Leon swinging by to sit on my desk and coyly flirt with me every ten minutes while skirting work? It was like working in my coffin. Wake up, clock in, zone out for 7 hours, clock out, go to sleep, repeat. On the off chance he's able to give me a call, it's most likely at 3 in the morning too. Especially when he's off training somewhere like Europe. He's already an old dog– I can never understand why they seem to think he needs new tricks. But, they do. So I end up in times like these– Leonless and bored. It takes every bone nerve and ion in my body not to send him some unfairly timed sexy picture, something that would have his ass on the next flight home in record time. Or at least one that would prompt one from him in return. But I don't. I know the more distractions he has, the longer it'll take. So I wait. I sit on the couch in our apartment in one of his hoodies he tells me not to steal. I press the hood to my nose, a scent of juniper and fig. Masculine and sweet, like the promises he whispers in my ear while he wraps muscular arms around me. I try not to think about how hard I wish he was here, giving my all to veg out to the show on tv. But I keep coming back to him. The soften off his hair, the dimple of his cheek, the wrinkle at his eyes. If he could only-
“Hey-” I jump at the sound of someone's voice directly above me, flailing a hand and smacking my adversary lightly across the face with my backhand. He stumbles back and I stand in my formidable sleep shorts and faded tee. But as I look for something to hit the man with, I hear an urgently whispered, “baby it's me! Hey, it's me.” Leon. As if I manifested his presence into the room, said his name three times into the mirror– there he was. All 2 months missing of him. I run around the couch and jump into his arms.
“You scared me you goddamn oaf!” I whine petulantly into his ear as I smack his chest. All he lets out is a gentle laugh. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, sweetness.” His hand goes to my chin, gloves fingers grazing the slightly chapped purchase of my lips. “So… is my welcome home gift a smack to the face with your boney fingers or do I get some real hospitality.”
“Just the slap, yeah. Considering you broke into my apartment while I was half asleep on the couch.”
“Oh it's your apartment now huh? What happened to my half of the rent?” his hands go to rest on my hips as I saunter up to him.
“It went with you to Europe, didn't it?” I speak against his lips before breathlessly pressing mine to his. He hums at the sensation, one hand going to the base of my skull as he kisses me back. After a moment, however, he pulls back.
“Mnh- I'm gross right now baby.”
“Nhdont care.” I mumble against his open lips. I drag my lips down his neck and taste the salt on his skin. He grumbles with satisfaction, the sound resonating in his chest. I walk him back into the wall beside the couch and immediately get to my knees.
“Woah, let a man get his socks off first.” He chuckles awkwardly, trying to defuse the tension he feels.
“Hey,” I pat his thighs. “We don't have to do this right now if you don't want to. I just-”
“Hell no, not that baby. I just don't wanna…. Use you as soon as I got home, y'know? Don't feel like you have to do this.” His hand brushes through my hair softly as he looks me in the eyes. That frown across his features that seems to stick unless told otherwise. That small pout on his lips. Cute.
“Of course I wanna do it. You think you're the only one who gets pent up when you're away? Fuck that.” I breathe out and reach to his belt, seeing the prominent bulge that's already meeting me. He hisses when my hands brush against him and throws his head back against the wall.
“You've got no idea how fuckin’ relieved I was when I got released. Hopped on the first plane here so quickly I forgot to shower.” He chuckled between grunts and groans. “Fuck look at you.” I shuck his pants off quickly and let him kick them to the side. I pull down his boxers next and am met with his hardened cock immediately jumps to rest against his naval where a line of hair peaks from beneath his tactical shirt. “Shiiit…” he bites his lip and lets out a hiss. I immediately secure my hands around his length, smiling as his familiar sounds escape from his throat. He had a nice dick, and unfortunately he knew it. Thick, about 6 inches long, one vein running down the length underneath. I trace my tongue along it, holding the base with my right hand. I taste the salt on his skin, feel as his cock twitches at the sensations it's so brazenly faced with. Leon stamps a hand on my forehead and threads his fingers through my hair against my scalp. Gentle, not pulling. Just securing.
“You could've texted me.” I state, licking at the head as it weeps gently at the sensations.
“Wanted it to… right there- be a surprise.”
“It was.” I smile and drag my tongue along lewdly before officially swallowing him down, slowly taking him in my throat as my nose presses to his lower stomach. He lets out a long, languid moan, thumb stroking back and forth on my skull. The hair at the base of his cock had grown out much more than Leon typically keeps it, seeing as how he hardly has the time for anything besides training during those modules overseas. But fuck if I dont care. The man smelled of hotel soap, clean yet musky. He was so purely him. Especially like this, brows knit together in focus as he lets the feeling of ecstasy wash over him in waves. He grunt out with every exhale, softly, almost a faint whimper. My tongue moves along the underside as I keep him in my mouth, pulling off momentarily to breathe before delving back in and taking him to the back of my throat.
“Fu-uck…” the sensation blindsides him and I can tell by the stillness in his stomach that he's trying his hardest not to come too early. My hand goes to stroke the base of his cock, what I can't take easily in my mouth at least. I suck on the tip and circle my tongue on it and his free hand balls into a fist at his side to bang against the wall in a soft resistance against the strength of the feeling. My hand moves to cup his balls and massage gently as I feel them tighten. “Youre… killing me baby.” he whispers slowly, almost a hiss between clenched teeth.
“I never said you couldn't come.”
“I-i know I just don't… wanna-fuck- ruin the moment by being… too quick.” my hand tightens its grip on the base of his cock, squeezing and methodically stroking up and down as I suck and kiss at the head.
“The quicker you come, the quicker we fuck. So…” he chuckles out an airy, almost pained laugh as his hand tightens in my hair.
“Okay- shit… oh God right… yes!” He groans out, long, like a breath he had been holding deep in his lungs. He spurts into my mouth and I make sure not to let any escape my wrath as I swallow it all down. I look up at him as he pants softly into the cool air of the apartment. “You're so gorgeous.” His hand moves to cradle my face, thumb stroking my cheek. “Cmon. I need you.” I stand up on sore knees and go to kiss him immediately. He tastes himself on my tongue and I immediately go to unzip the quarterzip of his compression shirt and he pulls it over his head, tossing it to where it lands on the kitchen island across the room. He takes me into his arms, turning me to be against the wall instead. Words escape us, and we opt to communicate mostly through the clacking of teeth and tongue like lewd animals. He tugs my sleep shorts down and toys with the fabric of the large shirt I wear. Some Avenged Sevenfold tee that he had thrown into a cardboard box in the back of our closet with the rest of our deteriorated clothes.
“Didn't know you wanted this.” He mumbles with his forehead pressed to mine carefully, slowly now. The mood pauses.
“Do you want me to put it back?”
“No, no. I just… I'm sorry I was gone so long.” I realize then he probably noticed the hoodie crumpled up on the couch as well. He could tell how much I missed him just by taking a look at the place. Which, of course he could, he's an advanced government agent. But some part of me is still so astounded that he sees me so clearly.
“Hey…” my hands smooth up his chest and I hold the back of his head with both palms, massaging the base of his scalp with my nails gently. “You're home. Don't feel guilty about things you can't control.” He looks me in the eyes with a reluctant grin.
“I guess I am kind of taking one out of your playbook.”
“Exactly. See? Not a good idea.” He laughs at my remark and presses a kiss to my lips. “were together. And you're horny and I'm horny and we get to do something about that. So how about you show me how sorry you are?” he gets the message then, pulling me into the bedroom behind him and practically tossing me onto the bed. He grasps the old shirt shrouding my form and pulls it over my head to reveal my tits. He stays for a moment, staring at me laying beneath him with observing eyes. Committing it to memory as he always does. He leans down and takes a perky nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently as his right hand goes to squeeze and tug at the other one. Not painfully, just enough to make me jolt and arch into him needily. His free hand slips my panties off and tosses them aside to nowhere in particular. As he does this, I snake my hand downwards and stroke gently at his now erect cock, ever so slowly urging him to continue. He grunts against my chest and pulls away, moving his hand from my tit to my neck and squeezing gently.
“Now this is the hospitality I was expecting.” he chuckles lowly and leans down to kiss me as my hands move to hold the back of his head. He positions himself at my entrance and strokes the tip of his hard cock through my folds to lubricate himself. He takes the opportunity to press the tip against my swollen clit and I gasp against his mouth. “You want it? Want me to split you open baby?” he pulls away from my mouth to whisper this in my ear. A soft moan escapes my lips in response.
“Please.” I mumble reluctantly.
“Hm?”
“Please fuck me.” This douchebag. He always knows he can get whatever he wants when he gets back from these missions. The worst part is that he knows I secretly get off on it. So of course he humors his fantasies of embarrassing me. As I stew over my now flushed face, I feel him push inside me and past my tight entrance. I'll admit– I didn't do much while he was gone. Didn't touch myself, didn't come. I was either too tired, sad or busy. So when he pushes in, it feels like fire in my veins, a spike in my pulse. I arch into him and my hands immediately fly to his shoulders, he plants his hands on my hips as he pushes himself in, one godforsaken inch at a time. The stretch was incredible– as it always was. Some part of me always needed to acclimate to his size, no matter how frequent our sex is. After what feels like an eternity, he finally bottoms out. He seats his cock all the way inside, panting out soft, grunty breaths as he tries to stabilize his breathing. “Feels like home.” he quips and lets out a hiss as my walls tighten around him momentarily. “You ready…?”
“Yes, please god.” and with that, he pulls almost all the way out and slams right back in. my cunt spasms at the sensation and I let out a sharp cry. His pace picks up, now opting to pull only halfway out and lifting my hips to where it angles his cock to my g-spot in a brutal, constant assault. He puts a pillow under my ass, caressing the underneath of my thighs before throwing my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck, look at you. Fucking… vision.” he grunts out between his own moans he attempts to stifle. He was noisy at heart, but no matter how much I comfort him, it still seems to embarrass him. So he would rather clasp a muscular hand over his mouth and throw his head back, stifling his moans as he fucks into me perfectly so. Damn his age, the man can move.
“Leon…” his name falls from my lips like a prayer. He groans when I say his name.
“Again, baby. Goddamnit- say my name.”
“Leon…!” I whine louder this time and his pace increases. The hand not holding my hip, the one initially stifling his moans, now moves to rub my clit.
“So fucking good arent you? Take me so goddamn well, so perfect.” praise falls from his lips as swallows me whole. “Good fucking girl, atta girl…” my walls tighten around him and I feel the searing, all consuming orgasm fall over me like a heated blanket. Before I can even warn him, it's like one large vibration wave fell over my body, pulsing through every sensory receptor like a tidal wave. All the while, leon fucks me through it and his thumb continues its relentless assault on my clit. My moans bleed more into embarassing animalistic cries as he continues fucking me with a vigor. “You can give me one more, right? We can get one more. I know she can.” he kisses my face when he leans down. Long, helpless moans fall from my lips as I begin to lose track of everything except him above me, inside me. Him everywhere, as he should be. My eyes roll back and I bite my lip, tits pressed against his chest as he leans forward and positions me in more of a press than anything else. This new angle brings pricks of tears to my lash line in ecstasy. The man practically has me wearing my knees as earmuffs. It's all too much– the assault on my g-spot, the relentless pace, his voice in my ear telling me how good I am for sitting and taking it. I try to warn him as I come again, but all that comes out is a low, needy whine. He hisses as my walls tighten a second time and speeds up his brutal pace again, now rutting into me with a sloppier vigor. He's close. At this, my hand threatens through his hair, the other on his back making red, rising marks with my nails. He lets out a grunt at the pain, but his pace never slows. It only seems to encourage him.
“Please, leon- fuck!” I sob out and he pushes himself inside to the hilt, cunt clenching around him like I need him to live. He comes hard, falling forward and pressing his forehead to mine. He pants against my lips as I try to catch my own breath, both of us staying like that for a while until he's fully wasted himself inside me. After a minute or two, he chuckles airily against my lips.
“Fuck, we're good at that.” he pants out.
“we really… really are.” he kisses me, gentler this time, slow like he's breathing me in. After a moment, he pulls out his cock and we both hiss slightly at the overstimulating sensation. He sits back and takes a look at me, carefully stroking the side of my face with the back of his hand.
“Be right back.” He stands on stuff legs and grabs his sweat pants, walking to the bathroom and starting some running water. I close my eyes and lay back as I feel his cum drip out of me slowly, before feeling the warm respite on my folds.
“Mh. Better.” I hum with satisfaction. When I don't get a verbal response, I open my eyes. His scruffy face, his soft pout that seems to always be present. But he looks pensive, brows furrowed in thought. “Space boy. What's wrong? You factory reset or something?” he lets out a chuckle and brushes a hand through sweaty hair. There he sits, sweat pants the only thing adorning his figure, looking like the same 23 year old rookie he was so long ago.
“Nah, no just…” he huffs and sits back on his haunches. “Training was a lot. Guess it's catching up to me.”
“You sick?” I press the back of my hand to his forehead and he grasps my wrist gently.
“No, no. Feel like a million bucks.” he mutters in a half-committal reassurance. “Guess I just feel overwhelmed right now. Need a fucking break.” I lean down off the side of the bed to grab one of his dirty shirts from the hamper next to his end table. I pull it on and turn to look at him.
“Then take a break.” I shrug. “Let's go to Cancun. Or Milan. Or Barcelona- somewhere we can get away for a little bit.” He looks up from the duvet hopefully.
“... You think we could do it?”
“I'm sure we can work out something.” I grin, moving to get on my knees and lean up to peck at his lips. He smiles against mine and wraps an arm around my waist. Instead of pulling me into a loving embrace, the man grabs me and flips me over, holding my arms at my sides beneath him and nipping playfully at my neck. I giggle wildly at the nicklish notion and kick my legs like a flailing mess. He settles after a while and pulls me to his chest. Out of breath, I lay on the crook of his arm, staring at the ceiling.
“You're the best thing that's ever gonna happen to me.” He tilts his head to look at me. “you know that, right?”
“I am pretty great aren't I?” I smile and he lets out a sharp chortle. “You're pretty good too.” I nuzzle my face into his neck.
“... Wanna schedule the trip tomorrow? I need to see your sexy ass on a beach somewhere sunny with a marg as big as your fist.” he pinches my hip jokingly and I giggle against his neck. It would definitely be nice to see him get some sun. Some fresh air.
“Hell yeah.” I answer. “Maybe we can find a nude beach?”
“and see all those old wrinkly asses? Hell no. Besides, you are for my eyes and my eyes only.” He pulls me in and hugs me tight. “I'm tired. Wanna turn in? Have a fancy dinner tomorrow?”
“Sounds like a dream.”