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You met him at a bar. He was handsome, a bit rough around the edges, and didn't really seem like he wanted to be here at all despite downing endless amounts of whiskey. You also didn't really want to be here, but your friends figured it's time they take you to a bar on a night out on the town since your graduation is right around the corner. You honestly hate bars, but hey, you're graduating, so why not.
This man caught your attention almost immediately because he stuck out like a sore thumb. You couldn't tell if he was just another student or not, maybe he was a post grad student judging by his apparent age. He looked like a drastically more handsome and sexy John Wick, no offense to Keanu Reeves.
Either way, the whole evening you wouldn't shut up about him to your friends, until they convinced you to just go talk to the poor sod, that John Wick lookalike; he's been staring at you the entire night as well.
After your first encounter with him, you learned that his name is Leon, Leon Kennedy. Not John. He wasn’t very clear or straightforward about his job, but he told you that the booze is cheaper here and the college kids seem to know better than to bother him, with the exception of you of course. He tried to say that in a joking manner, and it just barely worked.
He was definitely older than you, but he also seemed to be beating around the bush on that topic. But otherwise, you got along well and had a lot to talk about, and a lot of views in common. Not to mention his sense of humor was delightful, even if you don’t want to admit it is maybe a bit crass and campy; sometimes downright offensive and sometimes way too gaudy.
You noticed he seemed to come there almost every damn evening, and so you began to try and do the same thing. First your friends thought it was cute, but you didn’t really tell them much aside from the fact that you’re going out to see Leon, or hope to see him. Lucky for you, the bastard was very predictable, and he did want to see you too. Soon your friends began to think that something is off, but hey, you are a responsible adult, aren’t you?
A few weeks after your first encounter, many nights of hanging out in a bar full of people you couldn’t care less about, there was clearly some sort of chemistry between the two of you. He flirted with you, and seemed to genuinely like you aside from the fact he thought you were an attractive young woman. But he’d always be condescending towards himself when complimenting you, saying that someone like yourself can do much better than him, or that all the boys must be after you.
You sort of felt bad for him, but he had some kind of air of mystery around him that you liked so much and you were determined to not let this stop you. Your conversations have gotten more and more suggestive, but Leon had always been pretty dismissive and tried to always tell you that ‘you wouldn’t want this’ when you tried to insist that you do think he’s attractive, and you’d go out with him.
Normally, you didn’t actually drink much, if not any alcohol at all when you went on these unplanned ‘dates’, but tonight, you did get something to drink because your friend gave you a ride, and was going to pick you up anyway. As horrible as it sounds, you hoped maybe he’d be willing to take you home if you’re drunk or at least appear drunk, and you could tell your friend they don’t need to pick you up. In all honesty, you were maybe tipsy at best. You were putting on a slight act.
His antics had you growing impatient, and he was probably impatient himself but couldn’t bring himself to downright ask. He was also sober tonight for some reason, as if he had also decided that it’s time to just go ahead and shoot his shot. Not that he doesn’t refrain from driving home tipsy to begin with, but he’d rather not jeopardize two lives instead of just his own.
“So when are you gonna take me home with you and finally hook up or something? This is getting boring Leon. Come on. I bet your place doesn’t look worse than the places I've seen from these college guys. Unless you maybe live in a cardboard box… But I don’t think you do.”
That comment about the cardboard box was the booze showing, but you felt that you still had a point. He shouldn’t really have anything to hide.
Leon slammed his empty water glass down on the counter a bit more roughly than he intended, probably a tad frustrated. You were worried you’d upset him, but he seemed to be a bit sad. Wait was that really just water?
“Listen, Y/n, I appreciate the flattery and I know you don’t ask a lady about her age, but I know I’m like 15 years older than you at the minimum, maybe more like 20 years older, you’re like fresh out of college aren’t you? I’m an old fucking man. I’m 43.” He expected that you may just get up and leave or start slinging insults at him, but you took it very well, as if it meant nothing. In all honesty you didn't mind one bit and were sort of curious what a man his age would have to offer in terms of skills… In the bedroom.
“Okay and? Do you have a wife and children? I don’t see the problem if you don’t, and I like you.”
“No wife and no children for a damn good reason.”
“And what is that reason?” Leon inhaled sharply and his eyes darted around the room nervously. “Y/n, seriously. I’m no good for you. As much as I want to. I’m bad news, we should just stay friends.”
“Why don’t you let me decide that for myself? Drop the dad attitude.”
The dad comment bugged him, but he knew what you meant, and that he was being a bit hypocritical. If he’s made it this far and you genuinely didn’t care about his age, he figured he should stop treading on thin ice and not test your patience when he could get something worthwhile out of this, something meaningful.
He folded his arms across the table, and gave you a conflicted look. “Are you really sure?” You tugged at his jacket arm lazily. “Yes I am. Are you gonna make me sign a field trip permission slip or something?” He rolled his eyes and laughed at your comment.
“Okay enough with my bullshit, it goes without saying that I do indeed want to take you home and do some dirty things to you. And I’m guessing you’re not driving yourself home tonight are you? You’re drunk.”
“Yeah I’m not driving. Don’t wanna die. My friend was gonna get me.”
“We can go back to my place. Spend the night if you want.”
“Sign me the fuck up for that field trip.”
Leon snickered and you turned your attention to your phone, texting your friend that they don’t need to pick you up. Leon got out his wallet and credit card and was waiting for the waiter to bring the bill. He usually doesn’t pay for both of you, but he did tonight. You also couldn’t help but notice that it's one of those fancy-pantsy rich people black credit cards.
Those ones from the movies. It took you a bit longer than usual to put together just how much damn money he must have since you were tipsy. It’s one of those fucking centurion cards. You gave him a startled look and nearly had to pick your jaw up off the table. You may have had some drinks but that card couldn’t escape you. Maybe he thought it’d escape you since you’re tipsy? Usually he pays in cash.
“What are you looking at?” Before you could answer, he noticed you saw the card. “Oh… Uh… I’ll tell you in the car. To be honest I thought you were too shitfaced to notice, sweetheart. And props to you for knowing what that is as a college student, you guys are usually broke as fuck.”
“You slick bas-” You cut yourself off, as the waiter came to your table to take the payment. The waiter had a similarly confused look on his face. Why the fuck is this man sitting in a place like this with that card? Either way, Leon seemed eager to leave. He was a lot taller than you expected. Come to think of it, you’ve only seen his upper body really, but he’s seen you at full height since you’d usually come later than he does, and leave earlier.
“Gee, you’re tiny.” He patted you on the head playfully, before grabbing your hand. You had a little bit of composure so you were going to spare the snide comments about what sort of fancy rich-person-mobile he must drive.
To your surprise, he drove a black Mercedes SUV, if your eyes weren’t deceiving you on the company logo. No doubt it was some luxury model though. Seemed more like a practical choice. Maybe he’s not a full on snob? Once you got in the car and buckled in, you definitely knew, yes this is some sort of fancy car no less. He was giving you more and more John Wick vibes to the point it was almost concerning you...
“I’m gonna apologize for the long-ish drive ahead of time, but now you’ve got plenty of time to demand some well earned answers,” he teased, after firing up the ignition.
immediately you started firing away.
“What in the fuck is your job?! Some illegal shit? Why do you sit in a bar where college kids hang out like every day? And why do you look and act like fucking John Wick?”
“Well, I'm glad I could at least live up to my goal to be comparable to him. But I’d drink myself to death at home. And I stay away from people my age or in my line of work. They know who I am. You clearly didn’t, and neither do any other of those college dumbasses seem to know.”
“So who the fuck are you?”
“Long story. Let’s just say, I’ve worked for the government.”
“Aha, FBI agent or some shit? I’m not buying that unless you have a badge.”
“Not the FBI or CIA.”
“Then what did you do huh?” You still weren’t quite buying his explanation but as absurd as it sounded, something must be the source of all this money and his ability to still be seen in public, indicating he’s not any type of criminal. Maybe it's ridiculously hot Keanu Reeves in disguise as John Wick, pretending to be a certain Leon S. Kennedy?
“Remember what happened 3 years ago in New York?" It took you a few seconds to remember all of the bullshit you’ve absorbed about the more recent news in your country. A lot of things happened in New York, that was rather vague. Leon decided to give you another hint. “Chicago, the university?” Wait a minute. He can’t possibly be talking about that?
“Leon, are you fucking serious? That… Zombie stuff?”
“Yes, that zombie stuff, if that’s what you want to call it.”
You stayed silent, processing that already huge chunk of information. But Leon continued, it almost seemed like he needed to get it off his chest for his own sake as well.
“You must have been born around the time where they blew up Raccoon City. That was my first and last day as a police officer. And the first time I met BOWs, you know, the zombie stuff.”
“Leon.. I-”
“South America, in 2002. More BOW stuff. Then Spain in 2004. President’s daughter went missing. A cult. Zombies. And if that wasn’t enough I was also involved in the civil war in Russia in 2011. You guessed it, more zombies. I also had to shoot the president, and almost went to fucking prison."
Ah, that stuff did ring a bell. You were young, but you’ve read enough about what is known to the public afterwards. This man had been through a lot. Holy shit.
“I can see where you get the drinking problem from…”
Leon snickered, but took the jab at his habit humorously. He knew damn well that it was a problem. “Yup. But money can only repair so much, you know?” His voice sounded pretty bitter and sad, and if he weren’t driving you’d probably give this man a hug. “Tell me if I’m being too creepy or too forward though, please. I’m an old sack of shit, you know.”
He’s so condescending to himself, and you really hoped that maybe, just maybe you could make him change his mind. Right now you were also considering the possibility that this could become serious, or long term and not just some dumb hookup. You liked him enough to take either option gladly, and he’s already fessed up to just about anything you could have wondered about him.
“You’re not a creep or a bad person, Leon. Stop trashing yourself. You just told me what you’re capable of.” Leon was surprised that you sounded relatively sincere despite being tipsy or drunk, but held back on commenting. Instead you pulled his hand further up your thigh, closer to your midsection. From his profile view, you could tell he was smiling. You didn’t want to totally distract him from the road, but you wanted to make it clear that you’re willing to be assertive and that you want him even after he’s told you all this. He did know telling someone this stuff can be risky, especially if he were just trying to hook up. He told you because he wants to keep you, most definitely. It’s been more than a month of seeing him nearly every single day, albeit under strange circumstances and it’s not unheard of to feel a certain way about someone after that amount of time.
“Yeah? And you still want to keep doing this? Dating? I dunno what this is.”
“Yes. I do.”
“Like a relationship?” Oh boy, was this going to turn into some experience from highschool where you had to formally ask the other person if they wanted to be your boyfriend or girlfriend before officially posting it to Myspace, or Facebook or wherever people feel the need to share this?
“Yes, Leon. Come on don’t make this into some teenager shit. I want you.”
“Sorry. And I’m sorry for being so literal I’m just trying to get this straight.” He paused, trying to figure out a less cringy way to ask what he needed to know.
“So you want to be my girlfriend?”
“Gosh Leon. Yes. Now cut the childish crap.”
“I just needed to be sure of what you meant, I-” He interrupted himself, and stopped mid sentence, seemingly frustrated.
Although you sort of were piecing together the reason for his awkwardness, you still wanted it just as much as the moment before you stepped into his car. He’s probably being so awkward and no better than a 13 year old because his job made it impossible to maintain a stable relationship, and probably any friendships too. So you’d go easy on him if he pulls more weird juvenile shit, you told yourself.
“Now, can we go back to being adults about this?” You smiled.
“As in?” He sort of was expecting a range of answers, but would let you fill in the blanks.
“Jesus Christ. I mean usually this kind of stuff just happens gradually, and there’s no need to make a stupid declaration or asking each other out, okay?”
“Right. I’m sorry. Sure.” He didn’t even bother to try and justify his profound lack of experience here, but he supposed you may have already put 2 and 2 together and figured out why.
“Glad we settled that.” A smile spread across your face, and you debated if you should move his hand to further cement your emphasis on 'adult’.
You made up your mind, and took the risk, pulling his hand even closer. “I can get used to this,”After hearing that, you took it a step further and pulled his hand right up to your core. You were wearing a skirt so you slipped his hand underneath the cloth at this point, and all that was between his finger and your core was your panties.
“Are you trying to cause an accident? Consider yourself lucky that I'm an excellent driver.” His tone sounded cocky but a bit sarcastic. You could tell he was fairly cocky with his statement because he promptly started rubbing his thumb along your clit, seeming to know exactly where it was. You thought he barely knew how relationships worked? Maybe he’s had hookups then.
Or perhaps with age comes wisdom of anatomy too? It would take someone your age a chunk of their ego and 2 minutes to find that spot and willingly pleasure you without demanding reciprocity, but he went straight for it and wasted no time poking around. He felt you twitch and react to his touch almost instantly; he knew you weren't expecting that. You scooted a bit closer to the driver's side seat and spread your legs a bit more, suddenly feeling greedy, and held back the urge to moan or whimper. He kept rubbing circles into your bundle of nerves with steady pressure, ignoring that your panties were definitely done for.
“I bet I can make you cum by the time we get home, and if I don't, we make it two, three, four, five, six, once we get inside, hmm? He shot a smirk at you before putting his eyes back on the road, so casually. “That ‘adult’ enough for you?”
Your heart nearly stopped hearing that. But he was anticipating that much, and stopped his ministrations for a moment. “That sounds like an interesting idea.” You swallowed hard, and Leon resumed. Within moments you were writhing next to him again and he seamlessly re-adjusted his hand to slide his middle finger past your panties and along your slit from the top, his hand was at the same angle as if you were doing this yourself. Not even you could do it for yourself like that… Maybe it's the bigger fingers?
He paused again, much to your discontent.
“If it's too much you can tell me to stop, sweetheart.”
You squeezed his hand with your thighs as hard as you could and let out a protesting grumble.
“Okay okay, I see how it is…
...I knew you'd like that.”
Leon continued with his eyes glued to the road, and eventually he gently inserted his middle finger once it was covered in enough of your slick, performing a come hither motion to reach that spot he knows you like. He knows what he's doing, and he knows how to do it.
“Holy shit, you're tight.”
“You're gonna feel amazing when I can finally put my cock inside you. And I can't imagine how fucking tight you'll get when you cum on my cock.”
That was all so delightfully dirty. Yes, this is exactly what you meant. You were trying your very best to not let a sound escape you but you felt that your composure was tiring quickly, you wanted to moan his name already, and you felt your release was impending. Just a little while longer…
“Now cum for me.” He took his eyes off the road when he said that, if only for a moment. It made all the difference though and it was like a command you couldn't resist. He seemed so clueless and amateur just minutes ago. That was definitely an interesting twist to his personality.
“Fuck, Leon,” you panted breathlessly. You clutched his forearm holding it in place so desperately, as your release washed over you and your body trembled uncontrollably. A moan did make its way past your lips but you figured you couldn't stop it anymore at this point and there's nobody else around to hear it.
You've also always been embarrassed that you tremble or flail around when you finish and can't control it, but Leon seemed to really like that, because holy crap, he was tempted to pull over and just fuck you in the back seat now, and make you do that over and over again.
Yes, he thought you were very attractive, but he has more constraint than someone your age and he's been keeping his member somewhat at ease the whole night so far, but now it's just flat out raging and throbbing, causing a dull ache in his pants as his cock pressed against the fabric. He knew his patience was going to come to an end, and so was he. Either by your hand, or inside you.
“Feel good?”
You were too out of breath to answer, and just nodded your head even though you knew he may not see you, but he did.
“I'm sorry for that though, I… I can't really control it.”
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot that is?”
“... Apparently not.”
“That's really fucking hot. Take it from me, an old perverted bastard.”
You blushed, but thankfully it was dark and he couldn't see. His hand was rested on your thigh again, holding on firmly. He chuckled rather deviously, before he told you that he will gladly wait until he can bring you to his bed to continue if you're too uncomfortable with doing that here, need to recover a bit, or catch your breath.
“I think that's the best idea… But are you really sure? That's gonna happen again.”
“Oh so now you're the one asking those questions?”
“I don't know, it's embarrassing and I don't like it.”
“Doesn't it feel good though? To finish? Sure seems like it does.”
“I guess that's the tradeoff then.”
“Sweetheart, that's absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Ever. Whoever was with you and didn't get that reaction out of you, or didn't like it is a fucking man-child.”
“I guess… Wait why would you know that? You literally asked me out like a teenager.”
“Yeah well you’re the first to want to date my sorry ass in at least 20 years. The rest just wanted to fuck. Was that what you wanted to know?”
“It’s sufficient.”
“Anyway, they're dumb. You've already got me tempted to just pull over and fuck you here,” He joked. “But I'd rather get you somewhere a lot more comfortable first and warm you up a little more, and treat you real nice.”
That comment piqued your interest. “You're awfully generous for having that much fucking cash in the bank.” Your tone was a bit snark as if in disbelief.
“Are you saying I could just throw money at some escorts to suck me off or be a fuck toy whenever I want? I could, but that's not what I want. I want a connection.”
“And you think we have one?” You let out a subtle laugh, not trying to come across as undermining his statement though, but you expected him to sense that you’re joking.
“Like hell I do. At least on my end, and I hope on your end too.”
“I was begging you to fuck me half an hour ago.”
He chuckled heartily. “That's true.”
Leon gave you some more glances whenever he could, and you felt like he was working on forming some sort of sentence or comment. “You're gonna drive me nuts when I finally take those damn clothes off you.”
“Well don't lose your nuts now, because you still gotta give them to me. Give it… Uh… Nut… You know the other kind of nut?” your voice trailed off and you lost your train of thought in your totally genius pun, cackling like a swamp witch in your tipsy state. You snorted a little too, and tried to stop it. But that was just another check mark on the oddly specific ideal girlfriend checklist that Leon has in his mind. For some reason, he thought that was charming.
“I also had a terrible sense of humor when I was your age. That's adorable.”
“I had some drinks. That doesn't count. And that's a real word…”
“So instead of saying that I'll cum all over your tits, you young people say ‘I'll nut on your tits’?”
“Yes that works.”
“Interesting. I’ll keep that in mind for you.” You laughed off his comment, but couldn't help to wonder what it would be like if he did that. Leon had one last important thing to make sure to bring up though.
“And if you just decide you want to go to bed, cuddle a bit, get some sleep or talk about life and why it sucks that's fine too. No pressure about having sex.”
“How cute and considerate of you…”
Leon didn't really know if that comment was passive aggressive or sarcastic and he was sort of afraid to ask, maybe you've had some bad experiences. You changed the subject again though either way.
“So how long is the drive, you said it'll be long?”
“Maybe 30-35 minutes.”
You squinted at him through the darkness of the vehicle. “Why would you drive that far to sit in that shitty bar?”
He chuckled nervously, but did go ahead to answer your question.
“I was actually only planning on going there once because I was in town and wanted a drink, but that was the night you also showed up there.”
“Oh really?” The tone in your voice indicated you weren't quite buying it. But then again, he really did have no other reason to drive that far.
“I mean it, y/n. As dumb as it sounds.”
“And what about work?”
“I work on a sort of… As requested-basis. I thought you’d figure that out, sweetheart.”
“Like a callboy?”
He scoffed at your joke initially, but still found your banter to be oddly charming. “Your callboy, maybe.” Yikes, that was cheesy.
“it's ironic that I still don't have your number isn't it?”
Leon almost totally forgot about that.
“Oh… That's true. I forgot about that. My phone's on the console, you can put your number in it.” You reached to grab his phone off the console and were so amused that it was set up exactly how you'd imagine a guy in his 40s would have his phone set up: default wallpaper and apps are totally disheveled and placed everywhere. But it also surprised you he had no lock on it at all.
“You need a new wallpaper.”
“Yeah? Maybe I could use a picture of you.”
“What if someone just thinks I'm your daughter?” You joked, but that was a valid point.
“You're just gonna have to send me something really raunchy so that anyone who sees it knows that is definitely not my daughter.” you scoffed, but ultimately made your way to his contacts and typed in your number. You had the audacity to save your own number as “Y/n ❤️” and gave him an innocent look as you placed his phone back on the center console. The look on his face when he finds that will be priceless if you get to see it or not.
“Saved it. You'll find it easily.”
“What do you mean, did you not just type in your name?...” You smirked.
“Find out later. No texting while driving.”
“But fingering you while driving is okay, hmm?”
You should have known he's going to throw that curveball at you.
“You did that.”
“You put my hand there.”
“I didn't tell you that you had to finger-fuck me, smart ass.”
“Don't tell me you didn't want me to, and that it wasn't your intention,” He purred.
Leon turned to look at you, and he kept his eyes on you a bit too long, ignoring the road on purpose until you answered. He knew these roads and trusted his skills easily, so he thought it was all the more amusing to stare you down while keeping the road in his peripheral vision, waiting for an answer to that cheeky question.
While the obvious answer was yes, you wanted it and yes, that was your intention, you were still a bit taken aback by how forward and cheeky he is. He's almost worse than when he's drunk. So you stayed quiet and prayed to God he'd put his eyes back on the road and stop giving you that menacing grin.
“it's alright princess, you can admit it. I know you wanted it. Just remember you're with a grown man here, I'm not a stupid frat boy who wants to fuck you and send you home, then never talk to you again,” He joked with you.
He was right, that sort of comment implying that you were asking for it can be sensitive in certain contexts, and pushy guys your age certainly shouldn't be asking you that, but Leon is much older and not here for just a good time; he wants to have you around for a long time.
You've seen this guy almost every night at a bar for the past month and a half, and now you're going home with him. And he just so happens to be around 40. Is this really the best choice? Is this really what you want? You didn't know if it's the best choice, but you wanted it.
“Cat got your tongue?” Leon's tone was playful but he was being cautious, trying to lighten up the mood a little but still ask further if maybe something is wrong.
“No, just thinking.” He figured that maybe the weight of all this could be sinking into you now, so he left it at that.
“We’ll be there soon and then we can just relax, okay?” Where did his surprisingly soft demeanor come from? You wouldn’t question it, but gladly accepted it. “No pressure, remember that.” It seemed to you that Leon was ultimately awkward when it comes to women aside from just doing sexual things, and was surprisingly soft.
He squeezed your hand a bit tighter and with more urgency to try and get some verbal reaction out of you, he was still paranoid he spooked you. “Are you hungry either?” That ought to get a response from you. Maybe?
“Not really. I’m fine. I could go for more drinks though…”
“Sweetheart I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he chuckled.
The silence was less crushing and awkward now, and you could tell that you were driving through a more well-lit residential area now. This is definitely not a normal neighborhood where you could have grown up in. Even in the dark you could tell these mansions were huge, and this was an off-limits area to the general public most likely.
“Jesus christ, you live here?”
“Yeah. No cardboard box.”
“Guess I should have figured.”
“I’m not here trying to woo you with my fancy empty house that I’ve got all to myself, or my credit card. I do want to take you into my house though, maybe to the bedroom, or hot tub, that could be fun.”
“I don’t have a bathing suit with me.”
“Well I was implying you wouldn’t need it.” He gave you a smirk as you approached a large metal gate leading into a driveway. Talk about extra.
You’ve never seen a gate like this before, it looks like it scanned his fingerprint or something and let out a beeping noise and clicked open. You figured if he is some sort of agent he probably needs a bit more security than just a celebrity. It was still somewhat surreal to be taken into his world. Is his house going to be filled with weapons or something? Come to think of it, he was probably armed right now.
You pulled into his garage, and the light automatically switched on, kind of blinding you after having your eyes adjusted to the darkness for a fair bit. Leon also blinked for a bit adjusting to the light, but gave you a soft smile. He was glad to see your face in full detail again. He opened up the door leading into the rest of the house, extending his hand. You did sort of feel bad or low because this house already seemed pretty massive and expensive, and here you are, some random girl he picked up from a shabby bar. He figured as much, and wanted to spare you some sort of stupid house tour and offered to carry you up to his room, bridal style of course. You obliged and he promptly picked you up right from the doorway leading into the garage. He’s going to have to show you around at some point though, if you’re going to be his girlfriend.
“Damn you’re light,” he commented while walking up the stairs. You wanted to throw some snarky comment at him, but refrained. After he set you down on his bed, he gave you a playful look and tossed his jacket off, approaching the bed. You shimmied backwards towards the headboard, and Leon quickly closed in the distance, crawling towards you. You thought he was about to pin you down, but he sat beside you and wrapped an arm around you. It seemed like he was indeed far too awkward and excited to do much else, his cocky statements may as well have come from another man at this point and not the one beside you.
“Don't you have a weapon on you or something, Mr. Super agent?”
“Thanks for reminding me about that actually.”
Leon reached for his belt, where he indeed did have a knife in a holster. He didn't have his handgun with him though.
“I almost forgot about that.” you wanted to make an old man joke and something about memory loss, but figured that's in poor taste.
With the knife no longer on him or anything else that could get in the way, he pulled you in a hell of a lot closer, onto his chest as he laid his head down on the pillow. Leon’s fingers wandered to your hair, playing with individual strands of it with some sort of childlike fascination. You were silent, but could hear and feel his heart beating as you lay your head on his chest, and the fabric of his shirt was quite thin leaving very little up to interpretation or imagination. He was definitely still very nicely toned and in shape, better than a lot of men your age. Would make sense that he needs to be in peak physical condition should his service be needed.
You really wanted to let your hands wander, especially towards the tent in his pants. He's been starved for any shred of human touch so he was greedily absorbing and enjoying your company and the feeling of your body pressed to his.
Leon was keeping quiet and didn't want to sound pushy, but his cock was also aching badly right now and just the throbbing alone was making it feel uncomfortably rough inside his briefs and jeans, he would bet that it would feel so much nicer stuffed inside your smooth walls, and that's definitely a thought he was keeping to himself right now, but he couldn't get it off his mind.
“Is this really what you wanted, Leon? What happened to your little sales pitch in the car?” You asked. Hearing his own name leave your lips sent more jolts of arousal to his cock and he winced at the sting of his roughed up skin rubbing against the fabric, and bucked his hips ever so slightly, which you felt. A small smile started to build at the corners of your mouth, figuring out what you'd just done to him. All he knew is that he wants you to say his name again. And for the love of god, please touch him. It hurts so much.
You lifted your head and wanted to get a better view of what you were about to seek out with your hands, and Leon almost smashed your head right back against his broad chest because he thought you were trying to get up, and he was so desperate for some relief. After you were noticeably struggling to get his belt off did he realize that you really wanted to get your hands on him right now as well.
“Leon. Just let me see.” for some reason you kept your voice down to a whisper, even though there was no need. He immediately let go of you and let you do whatever you needed to do so that he could feel your hands around his shaft as soon as possible. He hissed at the sensation of a layer of clothing and pressure being removed from his length when you slid his jeans down his thighs and he quickly volunteered to toss them in the corner, and you enjoyed the sight of his bulge thoroughly in his boxer briefs before you would take his cock out. It was so telling of his shape and size, anything but it's actual appearance and fine detail. You could already tell that he's a bit bigger than average.
He winced as you dragged your fingertips along his shaft and gritted his teeth. You had no idea just how uncomfortable or pained he may be but you quickly caught on and wanted to give him some relief and forgot your idea of teasing him.
His breaths hitched as you pulled the fabric over his cock and again he swiftly pulled it off his legs entirely and discarded his shirt as well, despite the room being air conditioned and cool. His skin was so warm, it almost seemed like he had a fever. You saw goosebumps spread across his chest in reaction to the cold, but he still felt hot to the touch.
“Aren't you a bit cold?” You asked.
“Nope but if I do get cold I think you know what you can do to help.” Leon's eyes gave you a sly half lidded look, while he was trying to smile innocently with his lips.
“I don’t think you’ll be cold, actually.”
Now you laid both of your hands on his length and he threw his head back. The tip was so red and roughed up from the friction and his arousal was dripping from it readily. “Fuck,” he growled. You felt him twitch and pulsate between your fingers after a few pumps to his cock.
“Something tells me you could barely last if we did fuck right now.”
Leon’s face turned bright red and you paused to look at him, and he gave you a nervous smile. “Well… Probably. You’re a fucking tease for sure. And it’s been months since… Nevermind. But I can guarantee you round two, sweetheart.”
You smiled contently and let out a hum before resuming to relentlessly working on his cock, hopefully trying to wear out his composure as fast as possible. Admittedly, you really did want to get even with him, even if you’d have to wait for ‘round 2’. This was really rather amateur and childish. It seems Leon was still painfully aware of this and he kept blaming himself for having such a short fuse at his age.
“Jesus Christ… You know you don't have to do this right now though, right?”
“I want to.” You gripped him tighter, pulling harder on his cockhead and swiped your finger around his slit, trying to focus on the tip right now.
He tried to say something but his words were entirely broken. You gave him a devilish smile as you pushed him closer and closer to finishing and hopefully rewarding your efforts handsomely with his load. Leon didn’t really make an effort to avoid any messes it seems, you both knew just how close he was and he didn’t ask you to stop. He did double check with you to make sure he doesn’t ruin your clothes though.
“Sweetheart you may wanna move unless you want a mess on your shirt,” He panted. You sort of did want a mess though, but maybe not on your clothes. So you pushed your hair back and leaned over his lap, taking his length in your mouth. He wasn’t expecting that at all and you didn’t even really have to suck on him before he finished in your mouth. All it took was a few licks across his tip before you sealed your lips around him and felt his cum spurt against your tongue. Leon held your hair up for you and let out a surprisingly loud moan as he finished.
“Fuck… Wasn’t expecting that. God damn.”
Before letting go of him, you made sure to swallow every last drop of his release and lick him clean. “Well that’s one way to avoid making a mess.”
You licked your lips and smiled at him. He was visibly flustered by your decision right there to just swallow all of his cum last minute. He didn’t expect you to be the naughty type. Your smile grew bigger when you noticed just how much he was blushing, and raised a brow at him.
“I mean it, really wasn’t expecting that. But that was great.”
You winked at him. “No problem. I liked it.” That comment caught him off guard even more. Oof.
He started muttering again, but stumbled out of bed to pick up a bathrobe instead of getting dressed, and picked up his phone. “We should get you something a bit more nutritious before round two though, hm?” He nodded towards the door with his head, urging you to follow him down to what you presumed was the kitchen. Was he really going to try to cook?... That couldn’t end well, surely. You were more focused on the fact he was naked under that bathrobe. Not your growling stomach.
No, Leon wasn’t that cocky. He knew he couldn't cook. You followed him down the stairs into the kitchen/ living room area, and you both sat down on some stools by the island countertops. He pulled his phone from his pocket.
“What kind of food do you like?”
“Something was telling me you aren’t seriously going to try to cook.”
He chuckled, and rolled his eyes playfully. “You know me so well already.”
“And please don’t give me your ‘I feel bad’ garbage, you know I can afford some greasy takeout for you. Come on. You’re also going to need some food in your stomach because I have lots of plans for you.”
“Looks like you know me too well yourself,” You remarked.
“But I don’t know what you want to eat.”
“Tell me about those plans.”
“Nope, I’ll show you when you agree on something to eat.”
“I don’t know, Chinese?”
“Sounds good sweetheart.”
Leon got his phone out and probably used some app like Grubhub to pull up a Chinese menu of sorts, and passed you his phone. “Pick what you want. I can’t pronounce half this shit.” He’s right, but you wouldn’t mind hearing him try.
After picking out your food, you handed him his phone back. “Did you check your contacts?”
“Did you save your number as something stupid?..”
“Maybe. Go look.”
He cocked a brow at you humorously, but went to look. You knew he saw it when his cheeks suddenly turned bright red. He didn’t actually feel compelled to change it; if he was being honest he probably would have done the same with the little heart next to your name. Okay maybe he would have picked a black one, but it's the thought that counts. As he looked up to meet your amused expression, he had a smile on his face. He didn’t want to say thank you, or say that it’s cute. That look on his face should be enough.
He swallowed his words, any stupid thing he may have been tempted to say, and put his phone down after finishing up on the app. “Give it like 40 minutes.” You gave him a dreamy look, it was pretty damn adorable that you were making this hardened agent of a man with balls of steel blush with your comments.
Leon walked around the counter back to the side you were sitting at, and wrapped his arms around you from behind, while you were still on the bar stool. Even though he threw on the bathrobe, you felt something suspiciously hard brush on your back when he embraced you.
He nipped at your ear and your neck, kissing your cheek. Why is he so cute? Fuck. You didn't expect him to be like this, at all. He was making your heart melt a lot faster than you anticipated. He could tell you about gross zombies and how many people he’s shot and you’d be all ears. Frankly you just expected him to take you home and fuck you and then go to sleep on the couch or take you home and let you do the walk of shame into your own driveway, but this is so much better. Coming home with a boyfriend wasn’t something on your menu when you left your apartment earlier tonight, but a welcome addition.
“Don't you want to wait until the food gets here, Leon?”
“I'm just warming you up.”