Chapter 3 – Leon #4
“That’s when they cut around here,” Leon said, gently running a finger around James’ areola. “And remove the tissue that way? So, there’s less scarring?”
James grabbed his hand, and Leon worried for a moment that he shouldn’t have touched him without explicit permission, but then James flattened their hands against his chest, right above his heart.
“You really did watch videos,” James said, his voice cracking down the middle.
“I did. But we don’t need to talk about that anymore if you don’t want to.”
James stared at him as moisture began to brim along the bottom of his eyes. He blinked, and a stray tear ran down his cheek, but he wiped it away with the back of his hand before he placed his palm on Leon’s chest and pushed him back onto the bed.
“I’m going to make you feel so good,” James murmured.
Leon hummed in agreement.
“I’ve been thinking about this for two weeks,” James said as he hooked his fingers in Leon’s pajama bottoms and his boxers. He pulled them down and off, and suddenly, Leon found himself completely naked with his boyfriend.
“So sexy… How is this real?” James whispered.
He started by running the palm of his hand along the snake tattoo on Leon’s left leg.
He’d gotten the tattoo after one of his mam’s especially vicious suitors called him a snake for “hiding the fact he was a gay”—except he hadn’t said “gay.” Leon had savored every prick of the needle that inked the gorgeous snake on his leg, helping him reclaim the magnificent predator as his own.
James leaned down and kissed the snake’s tail right above Leon’s ankle. He placed kisses all along its slender body, as it worked its way up his leg and ended on the inside of his thigh. James swirled his tongue over the snake’s tongue, and Leon let out a shaky laugh.
“I really like the snake. But I think this is my favorite,” James said, using his tongue to trace the scythe all the way from his knee up to his groin. He paused to bury his face in Leon’s pubic hair.
“Hopefully I still don’t smell,” Leon tried to joke, but it came out breathy and ended in a groan when James ran the tip of his nose up Leon’s semi-hard cock.
“You smell amazing,” James said before returning to trace the blade of the scythe across Leon’s belly. Then he teased Leon’s belly button ring before moving up to his nipples.
“Fuck, James…please,” Leon groaned.
Okay, maybe it was closer to a whine. He wasn’t used to whining. As he’d told Aspen, he was used to hard and fast sex. When the mood struck him, he could be known to lavish his lovers with attention until they were begging for it…and then he’d fuck them hard and fast.
On occasion, he bottomed, but it was usually after a hot and heavy make-out session, with groping and squeezing that got him so horny he demanded to be fucked…that’s right, hard and fast.
He had no idea what to do with this soft torture. Part of him was reveling in it, but there was also a part of him that felt itchy. Thankfully, some of that dissipated when James grabbed one of the barbells with his teeth and the other with his fingers and tugged in opposite directions.
“Shit!” Leon shouted.
James grazed his tongue and fingers across each bud before grabbing the other side of both piercings and tugging again. Leon cried out desperately as pain and pleasure signals collided in his brain.
As if spurred on by Leon’s noises, James bit into one nipple while twisting the other piercing, and Leon’s back arched off the bed.
It wasn’t hard to stay focused now. James continued to lavish him with touches, nips, tugs, and bites.
Then his mouth moved up to Leon’s neck while both hands toyed with his sensitive nipples.
Every brush and flick, every graze of teeth and painfully pleasurable bite had Leon sinking into the bed.
Apparently, his newly formed masochism was the way to keep him grounded during a slower encounter.
Every place their bodies touched was buzzing, from James' knees between his legs to the occasional brush of his stomach against Leon’s waving erection.
He was dribbling a steady pool of precum onto his belly, and after a particularly rough bite, James swiped his fingers through it.
He held his fingers up, and they glistened in the low light of the bedroom.
He half expected James to wipe his fingers on his pants or maybe use it as a makeshift lube to finally give Leon’s cock some attention.
He definitely wasn’t anticipating James smearing in on one of Leon’s nipples, just to lick it off a moment later.
The sheer filth of the move had Leon trembling against the bedsheets.
“James,” he whimpered…which was yet another thing he wasn’t used to doing. Usually, he was the one making guys whimper, not the other way around.
“You ready, baby?” James asked, and there was something wicked in his eyes that Leon had never seen before.
“Yes, plea—” Leon’s breath caught as James grabbed the top of his dick and pressed his thumb against the tip. “What are you…”
James laved the flat of his tongue over one abused nipple and wiggled the tip of his thumb into the slit at the top of Leon’s dick.
What kind of erotic torture was this?
James switched to suckling on his nipple, as he strummed the other like a guitar. His other hand slid down until his thumb rested right at the bottom of Leon’s cock head. He began rubbing the sensitive triangle there, squeezing every few seconds.
Leon wondered if it was possible to pass out from pleasure. His fingers were tingling, and his toes also felt sort of numb. He forced himself to take a deep breath and then another. On his third breath, he let out a grateful moan as James gave his dick a nice, hard stroke.
Then he went back to teasing the tip, and Leon found himself whining uncontrollably. “James!”
“Yes, baby?” James murmured, his breath ghosting over Leon’s wet, aching nipple.
He had no idea how he was going to survive this.
“I need you,” Leon admitted, and he bet Caden would be so proud of him for expressing his needs.
Or something.
“You’ve got me,” James said with a sassy twist to his lips.
“I need your mouth!” Before the cocky little shit that had somehow replaced his boyfriend could open said pretty mouth, Leon said, “On my cock, darlin’.”
James’ smile widened. “Well, when you ask so nicely…”
James easily pushed off of Leon’s chest and scooted down his body, as if that had been his plan all along. He gazed up at Leon innocently, like he hadn’t just been torturing Leon for god knows how long. Maintaining eye contact, he fisted the base of Leon’s cock and took it deep into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Leon shouted, his hips lifting off the bed, only for James to force him back down. He pressed one hand against Leon’s belly and held him in place as he began bobbing his head.
It was, without a shadow of a doubt, some of the best head he’d ever gotten.
Generally speaking, Leon didn’t think he was a complicated guy, but James had clearly figured him out that first time and could now easily play him like a fiddle.
He knew exactly what to do with his tongue and the right way to grip and stroke to add to the pleasure.
Leon tried to stay present, something he’d been discussing with Caden in various situations. After only a few minutes, though, he lost himself in the warm, wet heat of James’ mouth. His mind spun out until he wasn’t sure what sounds he was making or what his body was doing.
Somehow, he ended up with both feet planted on the bed and his hands in James’ hair.
He could feel his face stuck in some kind of blissed-out-of-his-fucking-mind expression as he thrust up into James’ mouth.
He’d noticed the last time that James didn’t like deep throating, so as he came back to his senses a bit, he made sure to keep his thrusts shallow.
James made a pleased noise as Leon took over the pace, precum and saliva dripping obscenely out of the corners of his mouth and down Leon’s cock.
“Fuck, James… You’re so good—shit… Feels so good,” he panted as his balls began to pull up towards his body.
James hummed, and the vibration almost made Leon come right there.
“Oh, god, I’m close,” he warned.
James moved his hand around from where it had been resting lightly on Leon’s stomach to cup his balls. With a quick flick of his wrist, he tugged them away from Leon’s body, and Leon’s hips stuttered to a stop.
He cried out pathetically as James took over the tempo again, massaging his sack in a way that made Leon’s eyes cross. This alone could have made him come, but every few moments, James pulled them down, staving off Leon’s orgasm again and again.
“Please,” Leon begged, dropping his hands from James’ head to lie limply at his sides. “Darlin’, please… I’m so…so close.”
James hummed again, fluttering his lashes up at Leon as he gripped his fingers tighter around Leon’s base and began bobbing his head even faster.
It didn’t matter how much Leon pleaded, James kept bringing him right to the edge only to pull him back at the last second.
This probably served him right for assuming what James would be like in bed.
He’d been floored when James had first directed him to grab his hair during a blow job.
He had sort of thought James would be sweet in bed, just like he was in life.
Apparently, James was a sadistic little mensch and was not to be trifled with.
After god knew how much longer of this, Leon was pretty sure his balls were going to explode if he didn’t come. “James,” he all but sobbed.
James popped his head up, his cheeks a ruddy pink, while his lips were cherry red, covered in precum and saliva. “You done, baby?”
“I want to be!” he moaned.
Uncertainty flashed across James’ face, and Leon used all his strength to lift a hand to cup his warm cheek. “You’re too damn good, darlin’. I need to come. Please, please let me come.”
James bit his lip. “I guess I probably should have asked for a safe word first.”