Chapter 8 – Leon #4
Leon heard the distinct sound of claws on wood, but he ignored it. They would probably need to cover the furniture with scratch guards, but that could wait until the morning. What couldn’t wait was his impending orgasm, which built between them far too quickly.
At least, that’s how he would have felt before meeting his sadistic little mensch of a boyfriend. Now, it was almost a race for Leon to try to come first, because he knew once he did, James would find a way to get him there again.
“J-James, I’m—I’m gonna—”
“Come for me, baby,” James whispered, snapping his hips hard in exactly the right place.
Leon’s orgasm started in his core, shooting out until he felt it in his fingers and toes.
In the past few months, Leon had learned that not all tingling was bad.
As he came down from his orgasm, James pressed up onto his knees, changing the angle, so that with every thrust he drove his end of the strap into himself.
Every couple of thrusts, the toy would glance against Leon’s prostate, and wonderfully painful, overstimulated tingles would shoot up his spine.
James let out a soft, delicious sounding grunt with every thrust, and Leon had just enough strength to bring his hand to the base of the dildo. He wrapped his fingers around it, so his knuckles lined up with James’ dick.
“Mmmm, feels good, baby,” James said, his eyes glazed over as he ground his dick against Leon’s knuckles.
“Good,” Leon murmured.
James’ crooked incisor was on full display as he grinned down at Leon. “I guess I should give your dick some attention, too, huh?” James said, that edge of sadism—which he totally denied having—clear in his voice as he grabbed Leon’s only semi-hard dick and began stroking it.
The tingling exploded into electric shocks. “Oh—fuck,” Leon grunted, and James’ sweet smile turned wicked.
“Remember your safeword, baby.”
He did, just like he remembered every moment in that haunted house and every milestone since. As James somehow magically stroked him back to full hardness, he thought back to their first time together, with James lying spread out beneath him, so gorgeous in his pleasure and release.
As James bent forward, adjusting the angle so he once again hit Leon’s prostate with every thrust, he remembered one of his favorite times, when James had pushed him past one orgasm into an explosive encore.
His back had been sore for days from lying on the kitchen floor, but it had been beyond worth it just for the look on James’ face as he brought Leon more pleasure than he’d ever thought possible.
That had been the first night Leon knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he loved the gorgeous man above him.
He loved him from his neatly kept hair to his adorable dimples and gorgeous smile.
He loved his sweet heart, his whip-smart brain, and his hands, which could hold Leon’s when he was anxious, rescue a cat from the side of the road, and bring Leon to and well past the brink of pleasure.
Leon’s abs quivered helplessly from clenching for so long. Every stroke of James’ fist and thrust of his hips had fire searing through Leon’s veins. It was far too much and yet, somehow, still not enough.
“James—need…need…”
James tipped forward, crashing their mouths together as he thrust frantically, his rhythm faltering as he came with a desperate cry. With just a few more pumps of his dick, cum spurted out of Leon, and he wrapped his arms around James’ shoulders, even as his brain and body protested.
He needed…
“More?” James whispered, awe and love drenching that single word.
All Leon could manage was a nod. James reached down between them, presumably removing the dildo from inside himself. He shifted, so he was lying on his side, trapping one of Leon’s arms against the bed.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered as he began pumping the dildo into Leon’s aching channel. “I’ll always have you.”
Leon curled his legs into his chest, giving James the perfect angle to wreck him. He wanted to be broken down so far, so completely, that they could rebuild him and all of this together.
“I love you,” James whispered, his voice raw and earnest. “I love you so much, Leon. You were so brave with Hailey’s mom yesterday, and again today, and as if that wasn’t enough, you opened your heart and your home to me and our new fur baby.
You are everything I have ever wanted and more.
This life—our life is something I never could have even wished for.
You, our cats, our friends, my mom, Hailey, her mom… It’s everything.”
James grabbed Leon’s soft cock and rubbed his palm over the tip and pleasure, in its sharpest, purest form, whited out Leon’s vision. He came with a broken wail, a raw and disgustingly vulnerable sound, but the whole time James looked at him like he was the most beautiful person on the planet.
A few final drops of cum dribbled across James’ fingers, and Leon’s eyes fell shut on a broken exhale.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t force his eyes back open. He let James clean him up before going to check on Purrsephone.
“You’re okay now, sweet girl,” James whispered. “You’re safe here with us. Leon is going to take great care of you…because that’s all he knows how to do. Take care of every person, animal, and thing he loves.”
Leon snuggled deeper under the covers, foregoing food, responsibilities, and the world for just another few minutes as he listened to the love of his life whisper softly as Purrsephone purred away.