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Leon came home tipsy. It wasn't a common thing, but Leon was dragged out on occasion to do some barhopping with his seniors at work. You watch from the comfort of the sofa as he stuffs his jacket on an already full rack, chucks his keys in their designated bowl, then stumbles over to you.
"Hey, sorry I was so long. Those guys can definitely hold their liquor."
He's slurring his words a bit, but seems pretty aware. Better than last time, where he fell against the front door and accidently broke a plant pot that was on the step. As he gets closer, he wobbles over a stray sofa pillow that had fallen onto the floor. Soon after, he's squeezing into a small patch of cushion that you aren't splayed out on and tilting his head back to relax.
"What's on?"
You glance at him, then back at the TV. It's just some reality cooking show, nothing really that special. The type that's full of yelling and overstimulating editing. You mumble the name on the show, half-asleep, before turning the volume down so it doesn't hurt his head. Keeping an eye on him to make sure he's not going to vomit, you shimmy onto you back and place a pillow to support your neck against the firm sofa arm. After that, you open up your arms and poke his side gently. Leon opens his eyes ever so slightly, knowing what's coming.
It's like Leon melts into your arms. He slithers so he's half on top of you and rests his head on your chest. He's a heavy guy, alot of it muscle, but it's the type of weight that's comforting. Slowly, you plant some kisses on his head. He moans weakly. It doesn't come from a place of perversion, but from a place of relief at being home in your arms. He can certainly socialise, but commitment to building up his physique during his teenage years left him a bit socially shy. You can feel his body weaken like jelly and his breathing slow down as you comfort him.
With careful hands, you start to scratch at his scalp and wind his hair around your index finger. It's a little treat for him, something you don't do often as you don't want him to become numb to the feeling.
"M-Mmmgh, that's nice..."
"Mhm? You can drift off, you know."
Leon held on for a few more minutes, but eventually starts to become dead weight as drowsiness takes over. He makes a soft whining sound as he fully relaxes and his muscles twitch just slightly. He knows that he's safe, especially wrapped up in his lover's arms. He doesn't have to stress about work or the amount of booze he's consumed. He's just happy that he's back home and wrapped in your arms.