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Leon’s vacation started the second he was off the clock, there were no ‘see ya later’ or ‘call me if you need something’ just an unexpected burst of energy as he all but ran to the nearest exit. You were on your way to some music festival with your girlfriends for the weekend and he opted to stay home. He told you there were plenty of things to do around the house to keep him busy while you were away but really his plans involved nothing but copious amounts of alcohol and his hand. While Leon was missing you already something you told him a while back stuck with him and these few days alone were more than enough to test his theory.
“I enjoy being fucked and plowed to the point that my legs are jelly and I can’t walk straight; I enjoy slow and intimate and being present in the moment, feeling every stroke and every throbbing pulse. But sometimes, Leon, I need more than you can give me. Sometimes my fingers are all I need to get the job done. When you’re away and I’m horny as hell it’s nice being able to close my eyes and hear your voice guiding me through it. You have no idea how…intense…that alone time can get. I’m not trying to make you feel less of a man or anything but sometimes I need to absolutely wreck myself and I don’t always get to do that when you’re around.”
He already downed about three-quarters of a bottle of whiskey before he started feeling light-headed, twenty minutes later the bottle was empty and Leon was beginning to feel the liquid courage take control. His legs wobbled a little as he tried to stand, nearly falling backwards onto the couch before he steadied himself.
“One’s not enough.” He muttered under his breath while stumbling to the kitchen for his second bottle of the night.
Tossing the first bottle into the trash he listened to it shatter as it struck the bottom, he shrugged slightly not really giving two shits and began searching the fridge for the second bottle of whiskey. The metal top twisted with ease underneath his fingers; tipping the bottle back he let the amber liquid burn his throat, he didn’t want to remember anything about this night.
“Ugh, it’s now or never.’
Leon carried the bottle with him into the bathroom, setting it on one of the corner shelves on the wall and turned the water on. Drawing the shower curtain closed he peeled off his clothes; while he waited for the steam to build he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. He noted how tired his eyes looked, no longer twenty-one and curious about the world but instead forty-nine and hardened by the trials that life had put him through. Physically, he was probably in the best shape he’d ever been in yet it came with a cost. All the times he’d been thrown around by monsters should’ve broken every bone in his body; instead he tried to hide his pain and discomfort by changing his posture. It only intensified the pain he was in and he refused to let you or anyone else help him.
He convinced himself that this was his punishment for the lives he couldn’t save.
Stepping inside the tub Leon switched the shower on, grabbing the bottle once more to take another pull. He allowed the steam to envelop him, the hot water to hit his skin and the alcohol to numb his mind. Placing the bottle back Leon put his hands against the cool tiles, feeling water droplets slide against his palms; he squeezed his eyes shut trying to focus.
“It helps to take a few deep breaths before you get started, let yourself relax and focus on who or what gives you the most pleasure. Me? I love the sound of your voice – your moans, the gravel in your tone – it gets me there every time.”
Leon searched his memory for anything that stood out, after several minutes something fuzzy began coming through. He couldn’t remember much except that he’d just come back from another mission, this one kept him away far longer than any of the others. You were already in bed fast asleep when he entered the bedroom and he was debating whether or not to wake you up. Leon chose the latter, letting you sleep while he crawled into bed as quietly as he could and when morning came you gave him the warmest welcome home he had received in a while.
While he focused in on the details of that morning Leon removed one hand from the shower wall, allowing his fingers to firmly grip his throat; with a slight squeeze he felt himself becoming even more light-headed and aroused (now he understood why you’d beg him to choke you). Slowly his hand traveled downwards, tracing over the hard lines of his chest, even tugging his chest hair until a groan escaped. Soon, Leon was traversing the planes of his stomach, feeling the definition of each individual muscle until he finally grabbed hold of his cock.
He surprised himself with how hard he’d become and he hadn’t started.
“Just like that baby…”
Leon heard the softness of your voice seep into his mind and began stroking himself; at first his motions were hesitant, unsure – he had not masturbated in God only knows how long, it wasn’t necessary with you around. Gradually, he became a little more confident, allowing the alcohol he previously consumed to take control. Squeezing his eyes shut he saw flashes of your many days and nights together until one particular memory came through.
“Babe! You home?”
“Kitchen!”
He had just walked through the door after another grueling mission, this time Leon got dropped in Mexico. Something about the cartels getting their hands on some of Umbrella’s old experiments on the black market. Of course shit went south fast and it was far worse than anyone had let on but Leon had learned over the years that it was better to arrive well-equipped, guns blazing than to get caught with your pants down.
“Brought you back a little souvenir,” he stopped behind you, pressing his chest into your back and reached into his pocket.
You half expected him lay out a shell casing instead he presented you with something that left you in awe. To be quite honest, you didn’t really even think he heard or cared much about the things you liked.
“An agate?”
“Yeah, I know how much like pretty rocks so before I came home I stopped by this one shop and picked one up for you. Like it?”
All you could do was nod, picking the stone up to admire how the layers of color formed. Setting it back down on the counter you craned your neck to thank him and was met with a kiss to your temple.
“Go put your toys away and get cleaned up, dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Leon didn’t bother with a shower, not right away at least, he was too tired and too hungry to care about the dried blood and dirt to do much else except put his things away and change into a pair of baggy pants. There was no need for him to hide the black and purple bruises that marred his skin, you were going to find them later anyway.
Besides, he had grown to appreciate your post-mission rituals and he was fully looking forward to it later. He appreciated the fact that you never hounded him with questions about what happened to him when he was gone, choosing instead to let him open up to you in his own time. It took a while for you to learn that Leon needed to feel safe after coming home before he was ready to disclose anything; his mind and body were still stuck in danger mode so these post-mission rituals you created for him helped get him out of that space a little quicker.
“Strip.”
It wasn’t a request. After dinner and after having at least an hour or so to sit and do nothing you helped Leon off the couch, marching him straight to the bathroom. You had your back to him, bent over the tub to turn on the faucets and adjust the temperature, when you felt his fingers glide down the sides of your arms. His lips found their way to the back of your neck, leaving feather light kisses against every inch of exposed skin he could reach. You straightened, allowing Leon to hold you in his arms while the water heated up and the only barrier between you were your own clothes.
Leon’s fingers traced the hem of your shirt, lifting it enough so they could dance across your stomach for a minute or two then slowly removing it the rest of the way. The rough callouses on his palms scratched a mental itch that had you licking your lips with anticipation of what he may do next. Judging from his actions so far you could only assume that tonight was going to be all about worship, praise; everything he needed had to be soft and gentle.
“Sit.” The sound of his own gruff voice came through to momentarily break up the dream like haze he found himself in.
It was an order you obeyed; taking a seat on the edge of the tub you watched carefully as Leon dropped to his knees, his face wincing in pain as his knees came into contact with the tile floor.
“I’ll be fine, let me do this, please.”
You nodded however you decided to help him out by pushing your pants and underwear down, stopping when they were bunched at the top of your thighs. Leon gave a disapproving hum, slightly annoyed though he would never say it out loud. He grasped the sides of the remaining fabric kissing the tops of your thighs, letting the stubble that lined his face brush against your skin. There was no controlling the sounds that escaped your throat – the low hums of approval that swelled to moans. You felt his lips twitch into a smirk at your reaction; Leon carefully removed the rest of the clothing from your body, one leg, one foot at a time making sure to place both over his shoulders. He wanted to take a good, long look at you, see what he’s been missing.
“You doing alright?” Leon breathed, recalling how you had bit down on your lip and nodded. His stubble had grown out enough that he wanted to try something a little different than usual. “I guess you really missed me, huh? Missed the teasing, missed my face between your legs, my tongue…hey, I need you to look at me when I talk to you.”
He continued babbling to himself still gripping his cock however his strokes had become more lax, almost lazy as he was trying to draw everything out for as long as possible. His head fell backwards, the spray of the water hitting his throat; Leon swallowed thickly, rolling his head back around and refocusing on the memory.
Leon made sure you had a good grip on the sides of the tub while his hands on your hips prevented you from moving too much. You watched him through hooded eyes, the flat of his tongue licking a stripe between your folds before retracting and his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it just long enough to draw a mewl from you. As he withdrew, placing your feet back on the floor, he reassured you that this was far from being over. Leon took your hands in his, helping you stand, making sure you had your balance before helping you into the tub.
As soon as the spray of the shower kicked on Leon relaxed his shoulders, the hot water instantly melting away a good amount of tension that he had been holding onto. Beneath his feet the water ran black and brown; you couldn’t help but tsk at him, shaking your head in feigned despair.
“Leon Scott Kennedy, what am I going to do with you?”
“Full name tonight? I must be in some real trouble then.”
“Big trouble.”
You didn’t even attempt to hide the smile that spread across your face, instead you reached past him for the shampoo bottle that sat directly behind him. Leon did not need to be told to tip his head back or to wet his hair, these post-mission cleansings had become so routine that he knew exactly what you were planning to do, the order in which you did it and which bruises you would fuss over the most. But he didn’t mind in the least because he knew it was your way of showing that you were there for him when he needed you.
“Do I need to check you for ticks or anything? I don’t want you coming to me again with your cheeks spread asking me to check something out.”
“Nah, no ticks this time but you’re welcome to still check me.”
Leon dropped his head forward allowing you to scrub the shampoo into his scalp, you couldn’t stop yourself from making a face as you watched the suds turn from white to brown. Under your fingers you noted the numerous cuts and bumps he had accumulated however it would be something to address after he had been properly cleaned. You watched him tilt his head back under the water, his hands reaching up to wash everything away; his biceps curled while he worked causing you to bite down on the interior of your lip.
“You’re drooling again, babe.”
“Uh-huh, and I’m not the least bit ashamed.”
The water under your feet had turned into a dull grey and it was time for the second round of shampoo, again you lathered the product into his hair, scrubbing his scalp just a tad bit harder than the first time. When you hit a particularly tender spot he winced back, sending soap flying into his eye. You apologized, quickly ducking his back under the water to rinse everything out.
“How about I finish washing my hair while you get the spots that I missed?”
His voice was calm, Leon knew it was an accident but he was far more interested in watching what was to come – your soaped up bodies sliding against each other while sharing heated open-mouthed kisses were among his favorite activities. It always led to him taking you right there pressed against the tiles until the water would start to turn cold. Right away you knew what he was asking for; you knew what direction things would be going as the night carried on.
Without another word spoken you grabbed the washcloth in one hand, wetting it, and in the other reached for the bottle of body wash. Clicking the bottle open your senses were flooded with the smell that got you through those long days and weeks when Leon was absent. You could feel Leon watching you, the way your body swayed as the scent began to mix with the steam. You offered him a small smile as you squeezed the soap into the washcloth, working it into a lather and then running the cloth over his skin.
Leon watched your face harden while you concentrated on your work, not only did you want to ensure he was clean but you wanted to see for yourself how bad he was hurt this time. A tiny, rounded scab on the side of his neck told you that he received an injection of some kind – whether or not it was voluntary was up for debate. Next, you brought the cloth down over his chest, his pecs spasming a little at the contact but you were far more interested in the hair that collected on his chest. Aside from his stubble lining face you loved the feel of his chest hair tangling in your fingers. You loved being able to pull and tug on it while you were riding him and the groans that it would elicit; how the slight twinge of pain would cause Leon to hiss and grip the sheets hard enough that the veins in his forearms stood out.
More dirt, dried blood and grime flowed down Leon’s body revealing more bruises, cuts and scrapes. A heavy sigh passed through your nose as you shook your head slightly. Worry radiated from you, tomorrow was never guaranteed and you hated that he came home looking like complete shit but there wasn’t much you could do. Despite being tired Leon wasn’t tired enough to retire, he still wanted to try to save as many lives as he could.
Carefully you dropped to your knees, using Leon’s thighs to steady yourself. You were methodical dragging the washcloth over his stomach, paying close attention to the way his breathing increased the closer your hands got to his cock. You were both well aware of how hard he’d become over the last several minutes however you refused to pay that part of him any attention until you were ready. Leon hated to admit that he enjoyed being teased, especially when you pretended not to notice him.
He had the routine memorized, after his stomach and hips you would work to clean his legs and feet then stand and have him turn around so you could wash his back. By this point he would have washed the conditioner out and was waiting to see what direction you wanted to take things. In the position you were currently in Leon could guess that you would want to be pressed against the wall; if you chose to have him turn around again to face you his guess would be that a blowjob was in his near future.
Your hands on his hips directing him to turn around meant that he was indeed getting the blowjob he was secretly hoping for. Leon took the washcloth from you, rinsed it out and hung it up over the bar (the towels could wait until morning to go in the washer as far as he was concerned). He then took your hands in his and helped you to your knees, making sure you weren’t going to slip before gathering your hair in his fist.
Pressing your lips together you started peppering kisses along his thighs, using one hand to keep yourself steady and the other to trace over his shaft, along the underside and grazing his balls with the ends of your nails. As you moved your hand back towards the head of his cock you felt the muscles in his thighs tremble while he attempted to retain control over himself.
“Please baby, just a little kiss to take the edge off?” His whine felt foreign as his strokes slowly began to increase in speed.
A wicked grin spread across your lips at the sound of his pleas but it wasn’t enough to get you to comply. You continued teasing him relentlessly; feather light kisses, soft touches, gentle scratches everywhere except where he needed it the most. You waited until his words became too garbled to make sense before deciding to offer Leon any kind of relief. Taking the tip of your tongue you ran it along the underside of his shaft, letting it slide into the slit on the head of his cock for a minute; pre-cum leaked freely, mixing with your saliva to provide a salty taste. Leon breathed a sigh of relief as you finally showed him some mercy, allowing the head of his cock to enter the warmth of your mouth. Inch by inch you swallowed him down each time earning praises of “look at you,” “good girl,” and “you’re beautiful when you look at me like that.” And when he finally hit the back of your throat he held you there, testing your gag reflex, begging if you could handle just a little more.
The longer Leon held on to the image of your lips wrapped around his cock, the more he replayed the sounds of you gagging and moaning around him, the faster his hand moved. In his mind he watched you move your hand from his thigh to between your legs while the other lightly played with his balls.
“Oh fuck…”
He heard and felt the vibrations of your moans throughout his body as he watched you dip your fingers in and out of your pussy, grazing over you clit, working to get both of you off at the same time. His head fell back for a moment before falling forward again in a desperate attempt to hang on to the vestiges of the memory that was dissolving around him. The alcoholic haze he was in was beginning to wear off and Leon didn’t want it to end so soon.
In an effort to avoid coming too soon Leon moved his hand away, replacing it on the wall alongside the other. His eyes flew open, fighting to catch his breath; he cast his gaze down noting how swollen his cock had become, pre-cum leaked into the water, mixing and swirling into the drain. After several minutes his breathing began to even out, he was feeling brave enough to see how far he could push himself, how long he could prolong his release. The rational part of him knew that he didn’t stand a chance of lasting much longer, you were the one who enjoyed being edged for hours and Leon was more than happy to oblige.
Once again he removed his hand from the wall, grabbing hold of his cock. This time though he took some extra time to really process everything, tried to put himself in your place to find out what it was that you admired about him so much. The praise and the compliments he received were definite ego boosters however since he was testing theories…
Leon loosened his grip allowing the tips of his fingers to trace along the length of his shaft. He felt the veins throb beneath, the normally soft skin pulled taut. Brushing his thumb over the slit, he drew in a hiss through his teeth, his eyes closing as a shudder ran up his spine. In his younger years he never thought twice about masturbation, his goal back then was all about chasing a high.
After the initial sensation passed he opened his eyes to see that his hips had developed a mind of their own; taking the time to explore himself was beginning to make him think about what else he could be missing. Soon his hips were snapping forward, the grip on his cock tightening. The way his muscles began to burn and tremble he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. His groans echoed off the walls, the sounds only adding to the intensity of the rhythm of his hand.
“Fuck me…” another whimper escaped while his eyes rolled back, heart pounding wildly inside his chest.
Leon squeezed his eyes shut, chasing his release with a cry he never made before. Hot, sticky come plastered itself to his hand and the shower tiles in front of him. As the water began to finally turn cold he shut off the faucets, grabbed a towel and stepped out promising to clean everything once he had calmed down. Standing in front of the fogged up mirror Leon brought a hand up, wiping away the condensation that gathered to get a good look at himself. His face was flushed, lips pink and hair fell in his eyes.
“See how beautiful you look all blissed out for me? You’re so good.”
Your voice crooned in his ear, maybe he wouldn’t have to wait until he got home from a mission to alleviate some pressure.