Chapter 4 #2
Leon didn’t really want to have a whole revelation about this on his kitchen floor. Right now, he was guiding the ship, and he wanted to do a good job of it…and then maybe he’d ask James to take over afterward.
With a steady breath, Leon focused on the task at hand, which meant working the tip of his tongue under James’ foreskin.
When he licked the sensitive bud, James shouted, just like Leon knew he would.
This position put him at the exact height of James’ dick, and he could see himself playing with the sensitive tip for hours.
Unfortunately, it was a little difficult to navigate his folds while he was standing with his legs pressed together.
“Let’s try this, darlin’,” Leon said, dropping his hand to James’s ankle and giving it a light tug. James lifted his leg obediently, and Leon draped it over his shoulder.
James took a moment to steady himself, swaying back and forth, before Leon managed to get both of his hands around James’ waist.
“Tilt your hips this way,” Leon said, sticking out his tongue to let James’ dick drag along it as he shifted his hips back and forth, trying to maintain his balance.
“Oooooh,” James moaned, thrusting his dick against Leon’s tongue a few times before his pussy finally unfurled for Leon.
“There you go, darlin’.”
He slid two fingers through James’ slick before bringing those fingers to his mouth. James’ groan was filthy, which was a perfect soundtrack for Leon to give a little performance. He looked up at James through his lashes as he sank his fingers into his mouth and sucked off the flavor.
The first thought that came to mind was of those Valentine’s Day candy hearts.
Not the chalky ones, but the Sweet Tart ones.
There was something almost metallic about it, but somehow that seemed to enhance the tang.
Leon pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a lewd-sounding pop before pressing them deeper into James, only to pull them out again a second later.
“Baby,” James groaned.
Leon groaned right back, around the fingers in his mouth. He waited until James’ eyes fell to half-mast before pulling his fingers out. He circled them around James’ entrance, collecting even more wetness, before thrusting them roughly inside.
“Ahhh—”
“That’s it,” Leon growled, sucking James’ dick back into his mouth. He alternated sucking, flicking his tongue, and thrusting, making sure to curl his fingers every few thrusts.
Completely by accident, he had washed his hands right before answering the door, but unfortunately, he didn’t have any lube on him.
He had some in his wallet, which was on the front table a few feet away, but thus far, it didn’t seem like they needed it.
The position they had settled in had James’ pussy gaping open, and he was leaking slick down Leon’s hand.
“Mmm,” Leon hummed, sliding his tongue in next to his fingers.
James’ flavor exploded on his tongue, and he focused for a few moments on dragging his tongue along James’ internal walls. James whimpered, and Leon flexed his fingers, eliciting a soft gasp, followed by a louder groan when he pressed his tongue in even deeper.
Yeah, okay, so all that studying hadn’t really helped. Leon had absolutely no idea what he was doing, but he kept rubbing and pressing with his tongue, and James kept making pleased-sounding noises so he couldn’t be too far off base.
Leon twisted his fingers, and James flexed his hips, causing slick to leak out onto Leon’s tongue and run down his hand to his wrist.
“You taste so fucking good, darlin’,” Leon mumbled, licking up the slick before it could reach his arm. He brought his mouth back to James’ dick and smeared the wetness all over, using the flat of his tongue to drag back his foreskin.
“Good, ‘cause…that feels amazing.”
One of James’ hands was holding his shirt up, and he dropped the other hand onto Leon’s head.
“This?” Leon asked, pressing his tongue flat against James’ entrance, dragging it up through his folds and then over his swollen dick.
“God–yes,” James groaned, his fingers gently fisting in Leon’s hair.
Oh shit. Maybe he’d get his wish after all.
“What about this?”
Leon held his tongue flat against James’ dick and used his fingers inside James to pull him forward, so his dick dragged along Leon’s tongue.
James moaned, and his fingers tightened in Leon’s hair. He did it again, making sure to hook his fingers against James’ spot.
“So–good,” James groaned as his head fell back.
“It might feel better if I can focus on my fingers a little more,” Leon said. This time, he was the one who couldn’t keep the grin off his lips. “How about you fuck my face so I can concentrate on other things?”
James looked at him like he was speaking Latin, but when Leon made no move to continue or change his mind, James slowly brought his other hand up to Leon’s head.
“I, uh…can’t really do that right now. I could get my strap and–”
“Just keep dragging that sexy dick across my tongue, darlin’.”
He loved how James’ eyes widened in surprise. It made it even more obvious when they darkened with lust.
“You sure?” he asked.
“Fuck yes. It makes your whole body quiver, and I fucking love it.”
Hmm. That four-letter word was swirling around his head a lot tonight, wasn’t it? He loved James’ body and the way he responded to Leon’s touch. He loved giving James control, and he loved all the things James let Leon do to him in bed.
It was probably just Valentine’s Day fever.
Or maybe not.
He could add that to the nice, long, sit-down talk he was going to have with himself about what all of this meant.
Just…not right now.
“Come on, darlin’,” Leon said, pulling him forward by his pussy again. “I can take it. I want to take it.”
James’ fist clenched in his hair, almost to the point of pain. “Only if you promise to keep doing that.”
Leon grinned devilishly up at him before sticking out his tongue and devoting all his attention to hooking two, then a few moments later, three fingers into James’ spot with every thrust.
James built up an impressive rhythm, rolling his hips against Leon’s mouth while also meeting every one of Leon’s thrusts.
“Oh…God…that’s so good,” James grunted as Leon fluttered his fingers against his front wall.
His leg had begun to tremble, and he tilted his hips a little more, opening himself up wider, causing slick to drip down Leon’s arm.
James glanced down at Leon’s floor and grimaced. “I’m close. I might…uhm, make a mess of your floor.”
Yeah, it was far too late for that. He could feel some of James’ slick seeping into the knees of his sweatpants, which meant there was definitely already some on the floor.
He couldn’t give a flying fuck about that, though, so he shook his head and did his best to grin while keeping his tongue out.
James’ hips faltered before he began thrusting in earnest.
Leon’s jaw was starting to ache, his scalp was burning from James’ rough hold, and he had lost feeling in his kneecaps ten or so minutes before, but he was absolutely not giving up until James came all over him.
It only took another minute or so before James whimpered and his leg clenched around Leon’s shoulder. Leon pressed and held his fingers against James’ spot, and he shouted as he soaked Leon’s arm and pants.
Thankfully he had a pretty solid grip on James’ hip because a moment later, he collapsed on top of Leon.
“S-sorry. Sorry!” James said, trying to scramble up, but Leon held him firm so he could safely remove his fingers.
“I’ve got you, darlin’,” he said, shifting around so he was sitting with his legs splayed open, cradling James to his chest.
James trembled and pressed his face into Leon’s neck. “You really do…don’t you.”
Leon froze, even as his heart picked up speed.
All those thoughts from earlier came crashing back.
Now was still definitely not the time for navel-gazing.
Not with his gorgeous, debauched boyfriend in his lap.
He could worry about his feelings and James’ feelings—and any other feelings that needed to be dealt with—later.
He shifted on the hard floor, accidentally grinding his erection against James’ side. Without missing a beat, James threaded his hand between them and gave Leon a purposeful stroke through his pants.
“You hard for me, baby?” James whispered, and Leon’s dick throbbed in his grip.
He was so grateful for the distraction from his racing thoughts that a small whimper escaped as James stroked him again.
“So fucking hard,” Leon said, falling back onto one hand so he could press into James’ fist.
The smile that spread across James’ face was so familiar, it inflated that balloon in Leon’s chest.
James sat up onto his knees, and Leon fell back on his other hand, slowly lowering to his elbows as James gripped the top of his pants.
“Want me to take care of this for you?”
“Always,” Leon said, trying not to read too much into his own words.
James yanked down his pants and underwear, leaving them at his knees before moving up Leon’s body to straddle him. James grabbed his own discarded pants and yanked his shirt over his head, sliding one under each of his knees to cushion them on the hard floor.
“We could go to the bed–” Leon tried to offer, but James pressed on his chest until he lowered all the way down to the floor.
“Is this okay for you?” he asked.
Leon planted his feet, flattening his lower back to the ground. “Yeah, feels totally fine.”
James yanked Leon’s shirt up and off. He carefully folded it a few times before sliding it under Leon’s head as a makeshift pillow.
That balloon did something it had never done before. It lifted into the back of Leon’s throat, tickling his tongue and making him want to say some sappy shit he wasn’t sure he was ready to say yet.
James studied his face, and his crooked tooth flashed as he grinned sheepishly down at him. “I’ve got you, too.”