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day five; mutual masturbation - [l.s.kennedy]

kinktober masterlist || ao3 vers

pre re2 lsk x 2nd person f!reader

18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI.

warnings; smut (ofc), very mildly drunk reader and leon, slight perv!leon if you squint, a whole heap of awkwardness, it’s best friends jacking off together it’s bound to be a little weird

word count; 6.8k

please excuse any typos or grammatical errors!! my readmore function is still faulty despite many tickets to tumblr so please as usual excuse the double paragraph near the start, i can’t fix it!!

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The tension in the air was thick, suffocating even, a heady mix of nervous breaths and awkward coughs that refused to clear. It had been maybe five minutes now, but it felt like a lifetime, an atrociously tense lifetime.

You had assumed the alcohol in your system would help, might have maybe even made this funny, you could be laughing at this right now if you were drunk enough; but no, it was just the wrong amount of booze that you were hyper aware of everything that was happening but didn't quite have the blind confidence to do anything about it.

Leon was sat at the complete opposite end of the couch to you, both of you pressed firm to its arms in concrete stances as you suddenly became painfully aware of the two sofa cushions separating you. It almost looks like you've had an argument and you're both too stubborn to cave and apologise, but no, you're just both dying internally and begging for this to end.

By this you of course meant the sex scene that had come up in the movie you had been watching together. You both laughed at first, shared an knowing and playful look, but it just kept on going and every time you glance at the clock it's hands had barely moved around it's circumference. It must've been ten minutes now, definitely felt like it.

Perhaps one of you should just get up and turn it off, but now it almost feels too late, and since you're the only two people in the house it's not like anyone's going to magically come to your rescue. Plus you can't tell if Leon is actually enjoying this.

His posture is awkward but his gaze is steady on the screen, and you don't think you've actually seen him look away or check the clock constantly like you keep doing. His cheeks are flushed a delicate pink that's hard to notice in the low light of his living room, and he occasionally takes a long, quivering breath in before clearing his throat.

Oh god.

As you recall the evening had began rather uneventfully; Leon's parents weren't home so he had invited you over to watch a movie since you live just across the street, that and the fact you simply can't say no to him and he is smugly aware of this. Having stolen plenty of 'the good snacks' from the pantry and a couple beers from his dads mini-fridge you were all set and took your places on the family couch, though you're pretty sure you started in the middle somewhere and not where you have ended up now.

Though none of this feels to matter now as you've desperately downed the rest of the beer you were meant to be nursing and the majority of the snacks have dried up besides Leon's healthy low calorie shit, which you will not be going near even in your desperation. You glance to him again only to find his eyes still fixated on the screen, pupils engorged and shaky with his tight fitting white t-shirt fisted up in his hand.

You dare to briefly pan to the screen, but one more wanton moan from the woman shown marks the end of your tether. "Oh for fuck sake." You groan in complaint, dropping your empty beer bottle to the carpet.

Leon laughs, a short bark of a chuckle. He turns his head to you just slightly but his eyes don't leave the screen. "Something wrong over there?" His timbre is that of a usual, deep monotone but you notice an ever so slight quiver to the words, a nervous lilt. It's uncharacteristic, as is the stiff posture he maintains.

"Yeah, this shit is torturous, they've been at it for ages!" Whether he knows it or not Leon has now given you the stage to complain and you will not misuse the opportunity. He just laughs again, heartier this time, and slings an arm over the back of the sofa.

"If you think ten minutes is ages then I'm worried about your sex life." He quips, a palpably proud smirk pulling his lips up. You roll your eyes and groan in complaint, once again checking the clock. Not even a minute has passed since you last looked.

"At least I have a sex life." You mutter under your breath, slouching into the couch cushion behind you with arms crossed over your chest. Leon scoffs, finally turning to look at you when the sex scene finally ends. He angles his body towards you, one bent leg up on the sofa.

Looking at him now it's clear that something has changed from when you first sat down.

His dusty blonde hair is tussled from his constant carding through it, his cheeks a deeper pink that has flushed red enough to hide his freckles underneath the blush, and his eyes, though still that shoreline blue, have darkened as his pupils have dilated out to swallow some of the colour with the way they shake. He takes a deep breath in, adams apple bobbing in his throat alluringly.

Like this Leon looks almost kissable.

You laugh, a short titter that's playfully derisive. His brows furrow, knotted in the middle in a way that pulls a wrinkle into the skin. "Don't look at me like that," you mutter, trying to disregard the way he seems to look right through you with that piercing gaze that makes your stomach twist with something hot. "No guy that actually has a sex life would've watched that so intently. If I didn't know any better I'd think you were getting off to it."

You're joking but you've got a point and he knows it, the corners of his mouth twitching with what was nearly a frown. Leon not so subtly grabs the hem of his shirt while mumbling a weak retort under his breath, pulling the material down over his crotch and turning away in trying to hide the movement from you.

It doesn't work, and thanks to the way he moves his leg you get a clear glance, although very brief, of the tent in his gym shorts. You sputter, choking on what had the potential to be both a chuckle and a gasp. "Oh my god-" your hand flys up to your chest, heart beating wildly under your palm.

Why wasn't that off putting? This should be awkward, the kind of thing you brush under the rug and don't comment on besides the fact that there is now clearly something poorly concealed under a rug. Leon is silent, good silent or bad silent you don't know, but there's an itch to find out exactly which.

"Jesus, don't tell me that shitty scene actually did something for you?" You ask after a cough, tone still thick with something mocking. He groans, rolling his eyes before narrowing them at you.

White hot embarrassment is seating itself on Leon's chest but there's no way out now, no running away since he likely can't get up without falling over himself. So as much as he knows he will never live it down, it's easier to just sit here with a semi and let himself be berated by you.

"That's so lame, Leon, you fuckin' virgin." You're laughing still, little hiccups between your words that he knows all too well. "Hey! I'm not a virgin." He's very lightly mimicking your giggles but there still lies a hint of genuine offence in his words.

This about the standard for the dynamic of your friendship. Sarcastic jokes towards things only twenty year olds could find important, namely sex and booze and nothing much else. Words that should be venomous are said jovially, insults are thrown in lieu of endearing nicknames, and if those around you didn't know any better the two of you could easily be mistaken for enemies.

"Uhuh," you tsk, rolling your eyes. "Well you're fuckin' acting like one so I'm sorry I was easily mistaken." The laughter is settling now but there's something in the air that feels tense, unresolved even. Leon curses under his breath, mimicking your eye roll. "Whatever." He shakes his head, an unsure smile on his face as he turns back to the now largely uninteresting movie.

"What?" You scoff, unbidden. Leon raises a brow without turning back to face you, a wordless question. "Aren't you going to like," finding the right words to say is stupidly difficult right now, there's a pit in your tummy and a kind of pressure in the air that you've never felt around him before. You try ignore it, but it's far from easy. "Run to the bathroom for five minutes and come back with some shitty excuse that I can see right through but don't comment on?"

Leon barks out a laugh at that, a handsome sound that only makes the pit in your stomach twist tighter. He composes himself pretty quickly. "I uh-" he starts, swallowing a gulp. "Not today, wouldn't trust myself to stand on my own two feet right now." Your brows furrow, features scrunched with a clear type of confusion. "Why? Did you steal an extra beer without me looking or something? I didn't take you for a lightweight but-"

He calls out your name, patient and calm with a bit of a velvety rasp, cutting you off perfectly. He looks at you now, the focussed stare of his steely blues saying something that his carefully chosen words fail to.

"Seriously?" You say after swallowing the lump in your throat. You squeeze your legs together without realising it, an innocuous movement but one that does not go unnoticed by your company. "But that scene was shit." A small laugh, timid and awkward in a poor attempt to rectify the situation with humour.

But Leon doubles down.

He shakes his head with a smaller laugh, not one of awkwardness but one of knowing, knowing where this has to lead. He wets his bottom lip with a dart of his tongue and chews it for a brief second, leaving it glimmering wet before he speaks. "It's not that stupid scene that, you know," he smiles, shaking his head in a blur of blonde.

"It's sitting next to you that isn't helping."

Now that sets something alight in you, a hot fizz that travels up your legs and settles wetly at your cunt. The back of your throat feels dry, making the brief pause border upon being painful.

"What do you mean...?" You ask slowly, looking down at where your hands rest in your lap. They're trembling every so slightly.

Leon takes a deep breath, pinching the front of his shirt between finger and thumb and fanning it away from his body as a stubborn and suffocating heat seats itself on his skin. "Well," he begins, the corner of his mouth twitching with the words. "Just look at you."

So you do, you tuck your chin back and gaze down the length of your body. Your pyjama style shorts have hiked themselves high on your thighs as you've moved throughout the evening and you suddenly become aware that one of the shoulders of your t-shirt has fallen down your arm, something you've neglected to fix. It probably isn't helping that it's definitely a shirt you've stolen from him at some point too.

But still, you don't get it. You just look normal? Casual? You always wear something to this effect on movie nights, or study nights, or hell any time you're at Leon's house. So what's the big deal this time?

"I don't understand...?" You mumble, words lilting with puzzlement. "You've seen me wearing pyjamas before, Leon." You manage a huff of a small titter, subconsciously pulling your skimpy shorts down. He sighs through his nose and clicks his tongue.

"Yeah no I, I mean I know that I meant like," another sigh, shorter, more terse. Leon brings a hand up again and pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes scrunched shut for a moment while he squeezes the space between them.

"It's because it's just you. It's not because of what you are wearing or something dumb like that, though I'm pretty sure that's my shirt," it is, "but I don't know how to say it any better than that. I'm sorry, I understand if you wanna leave now that I've made it weird."

"Leave? What and leave you sad, alone and hard?" You scoff, joking to cover the fact that what he said just now definitely did something for you. Something in your stomach almost felt to flutter through his explanation, maybe it was the timbre he took on, smooth and magnetic, or maybe it was implications and possibilities lurking in his words. Or maybe it was just the buzz of the beer kicking in way too late.

Though there has always been a tension here after all, in the wider friendship you two share and in this moment and the two sofa cushions worth of space separating you. There is no denying that Leon is handsome, a fact that sometimes brings you issue in limiting yourself to the role of 'best friend', and him growing into his boyish good looks certainly didn't help.

So maybe this is okay? It feels okay, maybe even exciting.

"I guess so yeah." Leon shrugs, broad shoulders rising and falling in quick succession. The corner of his lips twitch before they purse, making a small, indignant sound.

"Just do what you have to, Leon, I don't care." You mimic his shrug, slouching low on the couch and tipping your head back until you meet the back pillow with a dull thud.

"Are you being serious...?" He mimics your scoff in disbelief, looking at you with eyes almost bugged out. You shrug, uncaring. "We're friends right? So who cares?" You care. You care a lot actually. "Yeah, right, who cares..." Leon's words trail off in a mumble and you revert your gaze to the television. That awful movie is somehow still on and your starting to wonder just how slowly time is moving.

Meanwhile Leon is fidgeting to adjust himself at the opposite end of the couch, spreading his legs enough to be comfortable and letting his dominant hand fall to his lap. He traces the shape of himself through the tent in his shorts, just delicately to gauge his own sensitivity. You hear a shaky breath sucked in through his teeth, he's feeling quite sensitive after all.

You try to block out the sound of him in the hopes that would too block out the knowledge of what he is doing. It doesn't work. You can hear every rustle of fabric, that gross scratchy sound gym shorts make practically amplified in your ears when he tucks his hand down them.

The rich groan he lets out doesn't help either, though you're sure it's unbidden as he immediately clears his throat following the sweet sound.

He glances your way for just a brief second, ensuring that your eyes are on the grainy TV and not him before he adjusts his hand to fist his aching cock. Thank god he skipped out on wearing underwear tonight.

The relief is immediate as soon as Leon wraps his trembling fingers around his girth, a hot wave rolling over him that makes him twitch in his grasp. He chews on his bottom lip to keep quiet, taking deep breaths through his nose as he begins to stroke himself languidly.

But you can still hear his breath hitch.

And it's torturous.

You take a shaky breath in and try with all your might not to glance at the salacious sight that you can just catch a glimpse of in the corner of your eye. But the rustle of his shorts is the only thing you can hear despite the movie playing pretty loudly, and you find yourself subconsciously crossing your legs tight to try block the tingle at the height between your thighs.

But Leon is still looking at you, and this little adjustment does not go unnoticed. He sighs to mask a moan, lifting his hips from the sofa in order to slide his shorts down just enough for his dick to stand free, his ruddy tip leaking a pearl of pre-cum. He can't believe this is happening. It must be a lascivious dream that he would wake from at any moment, surely that's the only explanation.

He groans again, not even trying to hide it this time as he strokes himself with shameful haste. The sound rings in your ears and dances down your arms in the form of goosebumps, and out of the corner of your eye you allow yourself to see him grab the bottom hem of his t-shirt and stuff it between his teeth. You're struggling not to turn your head completely toward him now as his chest rises and falls rapidly, stomach tensed and hand working quicker still.

The whole ordeal is making want to touch yourself too.

So you do.

You abandon your uptight posture and spread your legs just enough to be able to cup the bump of your cunt in your palm, and with a soft stroke over yourself you discover that there is already a noticeable wet spot on your shorts. Taking a deep breath first you pull up your shirt, allowing it to bunch at your waist before you trail your hand down into the waistband on your shorts and panties.

You swallow a gulp and close your eyes before running your middle finger up the length of your cunt. Soaked would not suffice to describe the state you're in.

Normally you would allow yourself a little build up, some teasing touches that in the back of your mind you wished were being done by the hand of another. But now? Now you had no patience left to give, and the occasional quivering breath from your best friend beside you, acting just as pruriently as yourself, was not helping.

With deft fingers poised you go straight to rubbing tight circles over your clit, gasping at your own touch that feels suddenly more electric than it ever has before. But your little outcry immediately draws the attention of Leon who has been trying to keep his eyes off of you this whole time. But they go wide upon noticing your hand stuffed down your skimpy shorts.

"Fuck..." he sighs, breathless and astounded. His shirt drops from beneath his teeth and gathers on his tummy in a way similar to yours, just high enough to show his straggly, dark blonde happy trail. "Are you...? Oh shit," his stroking of himself slows as he stares at you, cheeks flushing a dusty pink when you blink your eyes open to look right back at him. You nod, biting your bottom lip to stifle a saccharine mewl.

"Fucking hell," Leon moans, a deep gravelly sound that sends a tingle running over you head to toe. You hasten the attention of your fingers and hope to hear it again. "Let me see..." he demands gently, voice shaking like you've never known it to before. Leon kicks his gym shorts off and pivots his body toward you on the couch, legs spread over the cushions separating you and giving you the perfect view of his aching cock. "C'mon, n-need to see, please?"

You've never seen him act so desperate. Hell, why would you have? But now that you've seen it you know there's no going back because this just might be the hottest, filthiest thing you will ever have the opportunity to witness, and you aren't foolish enough to waste the chance for more.

So you, albeit reluctantly, drag your hand out of your underwear in order to hook both your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts and hurry them down your legs. "Underwear too," Leon near whines, his hand back on his cock already. "Please baby, need to see your pretty cunt..."

Baby.

A searing shiver rolls down your spine and you close your legs instinctively as if to try to hide the way his words made a heavy rivulet of arousal pool at your entrance. But Leon sees this flinch and a wave of shyness holds him back. "Fuck, sorry I- Just do whatever you're comfortable with okay...?"

You huff an airy laugh through your nose, bemused yet comforted that even like this Leon is still your ever cautious best friend. With a nod you shove your underwear down your legs, hearing an anticipatory gulp from Leon as you turn to mimic his posture, legs outstretched into the space between you to the extent that your calves cross over his shins.

The groan that leaves his lips when his eyes fall to your glistening cunt can only be described as carnal.

“Shit," he rasps, hand freezing at the base of his cock. "You're so hot- god- so gorgeous..." Leon makes no effort to mask the way he stares at you and that alongside his compliments have your legs involuntarily closing again, an automatic response in your timidness. He pouts and reaches a gentle hand, the one not stroking himself, to hold your leg.

It's a small adjustment but the familiar, all encompassing warmth of his tepid hand immediately lulls you back into a sure sense of security. It's a touch that says a thousand words, but above all it tells you that you're safe, that it's just him, just Leon.

You take a deep breath and let your legs fall open again, not failing to notice how Leon licks his bottom lip until it shines. "There you go," he reassures, his thumb drawing small circles on your leg. "Can you show me how you touch yourself? Please baby?" There it is again. Baby. It's something so simple but hearing him say it makes your skin run hot. You nod, too flustered to muster up any words.

You bring your same hand back down to trail to your waiting cunt, taking your index and ring finger and coating them in your own wetness with one swipe up the length of yourself. You shiver deeply, feeling Leon's stare set heavy on your every move. "That's it." He encourages in raspy whisper, his full focus trained on you.

With fingertips damp you bring them back to the bead of your clit, just about managing to stifle a trembling breath as you start up your delicate circles again. Each brushing touch feels like static dancing over your skin, a buzz made stronger by the presence of your audience. "That's how you like it, hm?" Leon hums, his thumb on your leg beginning to mimic the tight motions you draw to pleasure yourself.

You echo his hum and look to him with heavy, half lidded eyes, feeling a spark bounce over you and when you find him already looking into yours. "Yeah... Feels fuckin' good." Even better with him watching, though you won't tell him that. "Bet it does baby, you look so pretty like this." Leon has called you pretty before but something about hearing it now, while his hand is wrapped around his leaky cock, makes it feel so much more truthful.

You hasten the pace of your languid circles and try to ignore the embarrassment that nags at the back of your mind when little wet sounds start to echo around you. Part of you wants to close your eyes to block out the little voice that mocks yourself but you can't afford to miss the sight in front of you.

Leon looks wrecked. His hair is a mess and he has his shirt between his teeth again, the hem of it darkened by the damp of spit. You aren't brave enough to call him pretty too, but like this? With a sheen of sweat on his forehead and his head lolled back blissfully, like this he really is pretty.

He attempts to copy your pace in his own self pleasure but you keep catching him speeding up every so often, a deep groan leaving his chest when he realises and matches you again. It's almost like he's edging, just waiting so you can come at the same time.

You're so desperate to reach your point that you're getting tense, your posture becomes stiff again and your shoulders hike up. You are just about nearing your climax but something is keeping you back and your wrist is starting to hurt. With such a heightened sense of emotion in the room it could make you want to cry, tears of frustration welling at your lash line. You sniffle and purposely tense up more to try push yourself over.

"Hey, y-you okay?" Leon suddenly stutters, having been starting at you the whole time. He instantly recognised your uptight state from having seen it many times before, albeit in more chaste situations. You nod hurriedly with eyes shut tight and keep at your ministrations despite the ache it aggravates, wanting so desperately to feel the flood of euphoria.

"Baby, wait." Leon grabs your wrist, stopping you. The small spark in your tummy immediately extinguishes and now you really want to cry, too worked up for your own good. "Here, let me help you, you're pushing yourself too hard." His demeanour is calm but his words still have to fight to be heard between his ragged breaths.

Opening your eyes you see that Leon has urged himself forward and gotten onto his knees between yours, casting a shadow over you. Your stomach drops. How does he manage to look better still? His calm blues search you for any sign of discomfort, his face red but kind in that boyish way, so handsomely him, but all this you've seen before. What stands out to you now is the feeling of his knees pushing against the insides of yours, the heat of his clammy skin rubbing against you, his thighs that are sculpted and tensed to hold himself over you, and his cock so close to you that you have to consciously resist reaching to touch him.

Your palm is tingling, itching to wrap around his girthy cock so you can trace the vein that runs on his underside with your thumb. His tip is still red and it looks like it aches. You want to wrap your lips around it, to hear the sweet noise he would make as you took him into your mouth and push yourself forward until your nose meets his thatch of pubes that lead up into his happy trail, a scraggly mess of hair that-

"Baby? You with me?" Leon lets go of your wrist to bring his hand to your face, cupping your jaw in his large palm and tilting your head up. He meets your eye and your whole body flushes hot upon realising you've been caught. "Uh, y-yeah," you mumble, leaning into his touch. Leon chuckles, rich and resonant, swiping his thumb over the apple of your cheek. The ministration almost feels to soft for the situation. Almost.

"Are you gonna let me help you then?"

"Please."

You answer a little too quickly but Leon is glad for your enthusiasm. He smiles, "You don't need to beg, I'll give you anything you want." Having keenly watched you moments earlier Leon carefully mimics your technique, beginning by bringing his middle and ring fingers to your entrance to coat them in your sweet arousal. You shudder and involuntarily moan as soon as he drags his fingertips through your folds, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end and you wonder if you'll ever live this down.

This is your best friend after all, your sweet, charming and handsome best friend who you've secretly been crushing on this whole time. You've had to sit and watch him flirt with other people, overheard conversations from the aforementioned about their crushes on him, watched girls latch on to him at social events and sat cultivating your jealousy when he would return with a smattering of hickeys on his neck. But right now he's all yours and devoting his attention to your pleasure, and the fact makes your head spin.

"Just relax," Leon coaxes "and tell me if you need me to stop, okay?" His tone is gentle despite his apparent breathlessness and the starved look in his eyes. You nod and swallow the lump in your throat. "Okay..." You're so eager for this but the softness of your voice doesn't carry that enthusiasm, but Leon knows you, he sees the way you're biting your lip and lip and staring at him like he hung the stars, he knows you're ready.

"Good girl." With utmost care Leon brings the pads of his fingers to your clit and starts up a pattern of very slow circles, first gauging your sensitivity. You gasp and immediately melt underneath him, the fire of his touch feeling worlds better than your own. It's that usual spark but with something lingering, something that makes goosebumps rise up on your thighs and makes your heart pound louder in your ears. He 'aw's at you and leans down to press a kiss against your hairline.

"Like that, yeah? Feels good?" His ministrations grow steadily faster but he talks you through the little shocks that rack your body, all little words of encouragement whispered into the hot air. You again nod, all lazy and weak, made dumb so easily. Leon huffs an airy laugh, nudging his nose into your temple.

"Use your words baby, tell me, does that feel good?" He trails his middle finger down to tease your entrance before returning to your sensitive bud, making your leg twitch.

"Yes, fu-uck yes it does," Your sweet stutter of a confession is broken up between unbidden whines thanks to the warmth seating itself in your stomach, a buzz of pleasure that you know will soon twist. "But I- wait-" You grab Leon's wrist and he hurriedly pulls his hand back, concern painting his features. "Yeah? What's wrong?" He searches you for any sign of discomfort, eyes darting up and down you. You giggle and shake your head.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong." You reach a hand up to cup his face like he had done to yours and he fucking groans, a gravelly sound that rumbles out of his chest. "I just- can I touch you too?" You ask, all coy and saccharine.

Leon's eyes go wide and his jaw falls lax, spit shining lips open in a pretty 'o' shape before a smirk breaks out across them. "You wanna touch me?" He echoes you like he's shocked, brows pinched in the middle. You smile, placing your other hand at his hip and tracing a finger down his v-line, stopping at the bottom of his shirt.

"Of course I do, can I?"

"Please."

You both grin then, giddy and dumb on excitement, and lean into each other until the tips of your noses bump, a small action but one that makes your heart soar. Leon hurriedly returns his attention your glistening cunt, picking back up on the tight circles drawn over your sensitive clit. You meanwhile let out a shaky breath and filthily spit into the well of your hand before wrapping it around Leon's aching cock.

The moan he lets out is nothing short of pornographic, a throaty noise that's rich with his velvety timbre. Way better than the ones from the movie too. You want to hear it again as soon as he quiets himself and so begin an impatient rhythm of strokes up and down his shaft, your thumb trailing along the vein that runs on the underside of the soft skin. "Fuck, that's it," Leon praises through gritted teeth, hunched over you with one hand beside your head on the couch and the other tending yo your body. "So good at that, aren't you?"

God he's so talkative and it makes your head all foggy and fuzzy, focussed fully on him and what he does to you. You want to have him fall apart in your hands but it's so hard to focus when he's ardently teasing your cunt and adjusting his grip so that his thumb rubs at your puffy clit while the tips of his fingers now press at your soaked hole. You keep your head up though, all so you can watch the way his stomach flexes when you bring your thumb around to tease his tip, tracing the leaky slit and earning yourself another of his delicious groans. But he smiles through the sound, encouraging you to stroke him fervently with increasing haste and you know you're doing well when his cock twitches.

The air around you is all heavy breaths now, all curses and unbidden sounds you have never shared before, it's hot it's and humid and it's everything you could've hoped for. The warmth that's coiling in your stomach is growing taut already and you feel drunk on it, a dopey smile on your face. But then Leon pushes his two fingers inside you without warning and crooks them up into your spongey sweet spot, making a choked gasp leave your lips.

His two fingers make you feel so much more full than your own ever have and the slight stretch they provide is oneiric. Leon simpers, thrusting into your hand when you freeze up. "Oh baby," he coos, voice ragged. "So fucking wet for me, hm? Slid in so easy." He begins rocking his hand against you, slow at first to ease you open on his fingers but he soon builds that same pace again, his patience worn thin.

This has played on Leon's mind so many times, so many nights spent fisting his cock with the thought of you lingering in his mind. He's tried to push it away, feeling that it's wrong or perverted to think of you, his best friend, while he's painting his stomach with ropes of his cum but he just can't help himself. And now? Now he doesn't know what he'll do with himself, he'll never be the same now that he knows what it feels like to have your wet warmth around his fingers, now that he knows how pretty you sound and now that he knows how it feels to have your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own. He's a doomed man, especially now that you're stroking him just the way he likes it, with firm yet languid motions and the occasional squeeze at his base.

"Fucking god," comes the chain of curses tumbling from your lips. "Leon-" the pads of his fingers keep up their relentless attention at your sweet spot and it's making your legs tremble and your tummy twist. You try to keep steady with how you touch him but your hand keeps stuttering it's obvious that you're falling apart, the deep seated heat in your body nearing on bursting.

Leon chuckles between a low grunt. "Say it again, shit, please say it again." His composure is crumbling and he's bucking his hips against your touch, messily thrusting into your hand and you let it happen as you can feel the searing tingle creeping up on you.

"Leon-!" You gasp, the sound like a broken cry. "I'm, fu-uck I'm-" he keeps his speed steady and leans into you, his lips pressed to your forehead in a way that is all too soft for the situation. "Cum for me baby," he coaxes in a velvety plea. "I've got you, just let go, wanna feel you soak my hand."

With him talking you through it in a way so sweet you unravel instantly, your hips lurching from the couch and a salacious scream of his name falling from your lips. It's like your body is on fire and everything is white hot for few blissful seconds of rocking climax before it all cools down and you gush all over Leon's fingers. He slows to a stop as you come down, watching in awe at how your body jolts and tenses before fully relaxing beneath him.

"There you go." He praises, drawing to back to stare at the blissed out look on your softened features. Your eyes are barely open and that same dopey smile is pulling up the corners of your lips, Leon could swear it's the prettiest he's ever seen you look.

"So sweet, aren't you?" He muses, slowly pulling his fingers out of your leaky cunt and making you whine for the loss. He stares awestruck for a second at the shining coat of you on his digits before eagerly bringing them up to his mouth to taste you, pillowy lips wrapping around his soaked fingers. Leon's eyes fall closed and you can only watch on as gentle, tingly aftershocks course through you.

It feels as if things are slowing down as your heart calms its pounding in your chest but you aren't done yet, not quite. While Leon is distracted by the weight of your sweet taste on his tongue you seize the opportunity and sit up to fist his cock, having missed the feel of him in your hand for the brief moment it had been.

He sputters and moans out around his fingers, eyes snapping open in surprise. With some reluctance he pulls his digits from his mouth, a string of pearlescent spit roping from his lips to his skin when he grabs your wrist. "Y-You don't have to baby- fu-uck." Truth be told me almost lost himself to climax right then, with the heady leftovers of you on his tongue and your hand around his girth it would've been so easy to cum almost immediately, but something is holding him back.

"I won't last if you- oh god." Leon curses, jaw clenching as he actively tries to hold himself back. You titter, not in mocking but rather amusement. "Good," you hum while hastily stroking his cock, paying extra attention to tease the head with the pad of your thumb since he evidently enjoyed it when you did before. "I want you to cum, Leon, I want you to feel good."

Despite their lewdness your words are spoken softly and sincerely, a fact that makes Leon's head spin. He moans out and hunches over you, hands desperately grasping your hips and squeezing the plush of your body. "Fucking hell you're the death of me," he groans, his words broken up between heaving breaths. "Y'know that?"

His outcries only encourage you to stroke him faster and his hips stutter in response to your attention, his whole body surging forward to try get closer still. He sits back to lower himself and drops his head to your shoulder, kissing your skin with a grunt.

You bring your other hand up to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, shallowly carding through it. "I know, Leon," you murmur fondly "now please cum for me." He chokes on a moan and nods frantically, tummy visibly tensing as he babbles pleasure drunk nonsense. "Feels so good, fu-uck, so good... m'so close..."

With one last firm squeeze at the base of his cock Leon is sent tumbling into his orgasm, a roaring moan of your name leaving his lips before he bites your shoulder to quiet himself. You gasp and yelp in response but keep stroking him through his high, a warmth creeping over your skin as you watch him spill all over your hand and some even drips onto your thigh.

"There you go," you mimic his earlier praise with your head turned toward his own. "Just let yourself feel good." Leon thrusts lazily into your hand before reaching his end and pulling away from your abused shoulder. He's panting down breaths and you can notice a slight tremble to his thighs but god he looks handsome when he draws back and runs his hand through his hair, giving you the perfect view of his ruined expression. His cheeks are dusted peachy red and his lips are swollen and shiny with spit, features twisted with shyness.

"Shit, shit I'm sorry." He whines, bringing his hand up so his fingers can run apologetically over the bite mark he left. You giggle and shake your head, unabashedly licking and kissing your hand clean of his spend. "S'okay," you hum, feeling his eyes locked on you. "It felt good, didn't it?"

"So good, I mean fuck, we've gotta do that again sometime." Leon practically trips over himself because of his enthusiasm, shaking his head upon realising himself. "But uh, let me clean you up." He nods toward the mess on your thigh but you shrug him off, gathering it on your finger instead to again lick it clean. You hadn't thought it possible but he blushes deeper, tsking at you with a lovesick look on his face.

"You're a dream..."

Chances are that movie nights might be a little different from now on... But neither one of you are complaining.

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