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𝗧𝗥𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘹 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

❝𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬❞ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥

❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵, 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦, 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘦, 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘱 𝘢𝘭𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦

❝𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘❞ 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 @angelofwoe 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥, 6104 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨!

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧:

With a sly look, Leon's fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, each quiet click reflecting the growing tension in the air, his lips brushed against your bare skin, whispering — «I think i know exactly how to repay you for dinner» enticing words hung in the air, a promise that lit the flame of pure thirst.

Fluorescent lamps of a modern design, and apparently costing relatively a lot, flickered overhead as you busily typed at your workstation, the rhythmic clatter of keys echoed through the quiet room, interrupted only by the distant chatter, while the air was filled with tension, the kind that persists after a long day of covert operations, and there he was, Leon Kennedy.

You never paid much attention to Leon off the scope of work, he was just another agent, another cog in the machine, but something about him caught your attention, maybe it was the way he moved easily in the shadows, his tall figure stood out against the dimly lit background, or perhaps it was the intensity of his piercing blue eyes, which seemed to hold the stories of a thousand battles and more.

As you continued to work, you noticed that your gaze still fell on the man while he was engrossed in some paperwork, his face was illuminated by the soft light of the computer screen, dark hair framed his face, contrasting with his fair skin, you had heard rumors, if you can call it that, facts of other people that you didn’t know about yourself, that his hair had once been the color of wheat, but now it was the same dark shade as the secrets he kept.

It was in these moments of calm observation that you began to notice the subtle nuances in Leon’s behavior, he was more than just an agent — he was a person with his own quirks and characteristics, from time to time you noticed him absentmindedly tapping his pen on the table, immersed in his thoughts, on another day you noticed how he ran his fingers through his hair when he was deep in concentration.

But what intrigued you most was the anomaly in his personal life, the unspoken curse that seemed to hang over Leon Kennedy — his attempts to ask a girl out to dinner, and you couldn't help but wonder about this aspect of his life, whether he was looking for friends amid the chaos of their dangerous profession, or were his persistent invitations fueled by a deeper yearning?

There were whispers in the office about Leon's unsuccessful attempts to court someone, and it was more like a soap opera unfolding against the backdrop of a mundane government office, and you were drawn into this drama, unable to resist the intrigue surrounding Leon's romantic misadventures.

One day, while you were drinking a cup of coffee in the break room, you overheard snippets of a conversation where Leon was trying to make plans with a female colleague, his tone was casual but with a hint of desperation, and the refusal was quick and abrupt, to which Leon just smiled tightly and shrugged, that’s when you decided to take a closer look at the person behind the agent.

The aftermath of the last mission filled the air with a mixture of newfound achievement and exhaustion, the problems of the outside world seemed to loosen their grip, at least for a moment, allowing a collective sigh of relief to flow through the agency, the President's gratitude and the echo of the rest of the people's applause faded, giving way to the quiet hum of post mission conversations and the distant tramp of cleaners.

Kennedy, his tie slightly askew and his once immaculate suit now covered in small wrinkled stripes, moved through the crowd with the practiced ease of an agent, his steps purposeful, every movement a testament to the strength hidden beneath the tired exterior, and every time he passed, it was impossible not to admire the steadfastness imprinted in his every gesture.

Rubbing the back of his head wearily, Leon looked around the room with a distant but wary gaze, he seemed lost in thought, a man weighed down by the weight of the world, but then, as if pulled by an invisible force, his eyes met yours, and in that short moment the fatigue seemed to pass , giving way to a flash of recognition and something else — something that lingered in the air between you, like a fleeting thought.

The president's praise echoed in the background, a distant symphony of words that you could barely catch because your attention was focused solely on Leon as he walked towards the exit, allowing the crowd to part before him like a river obeying its course, and just then, in the quiet calm after the storm, a spontaneous decision took possession of you.

— «Leon!» you were surprised by the sound of your own voice breaking through the haze after the mission, the word hung in the air for a moment, a question and an invitation contained in one syllable, and Leon stopped, placing his hand on the door, and turned to face you as his eyes, tired but still alive, met yours in silent question.

A slight uncertainty hung between you, the weight of the unspoken, and then, almost instinctively, a smile spread across your face — «How about dinner, Leon? You and me, no pressure, no expectations, just a chance to relax after everything»

His eyebrows raised in surprise, his lips parted, as if he was about to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat, the fatigue in his eyes seemed to dissipate in an instant, replaced by the brilliance of something else — something that was dancing in the depths of his piercing blue gaze, and just your invitation made his thoughts go somewhere else, forcing you to repeat.

— «Leon?» you called again, and your voice cut through the silence like a light breeze, the expression on his face was a strange mixture of surprise and anticipation, there was vulnerability in his eyes, the look of a man accustomed to loneliness.

— «Kennedy!» you repeated more forcefully, this time using his last name as if breaking a barrier, and his reaction was immediate — he stared at the floor, absentmindedly rubbing his hand along his jawline, a habit that betrayed his internal thoughts, as the air seemed to freeze for a moment as he blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention.

Silence hung between you, thick and awkward, and then, as if shaking off the weight of his thoughts, Leon’s eyes met yours, there was a childlike innocence in the way he blinked his eyes, a vulnerability that shattered his facade.

— «You want… you want to have dinner with me?» he muttered, and the words came out of his mouth like a sudden confession, as if the simple fact of the invitation had taken him by surprise.

A laugh burst from your chest, a sound that seemed to echo down the hallway, and his blue eyes widened as a sudden blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks, causing him to look at the floor again, his disheveled hair falling into his eyes as if seeking refuge from unexpected attention.

— «Yes, Leon, i want to» you replied, your laugh lingering in the air, the invitation seeming to break through the sudden layers of his stoic demeanor as your hand intuitively slid over his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

His surprise gradually gave way to a shy smile — a rare sight on the face of an experienced agent — «I… I'd like that» he admitted, his voice quivering with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty, and this was the first crack in the armor that protected Leon from the outside world within the confines of his head.

The evening air was crisp as you led him to the parking lot, the echoes of the bustling city fading into the background, Leon following you with a feeling of pleasant carefreeness, his usual tension replaced by a rare lightness, as if an uneatable weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Once you reached your car, you turned to Leon and it was as if a switch had been flipped, the carefree aura that had surrounded him dissipated, replaced by slight awkwardness, he blinked as if coming out of a trance and his gaze focused on you with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

— «Oh, I, well, I thought, maybe we could take my car» Leon muttered with an unusual stutter, the words came out in a hasty attempt to convince you as his hands pointed towards the invisible car, his expression serious — «I can't let you drive us, this, you know, is wrong»

A quiet chuckle escaped your lips as he suddenly changed his behavior — «Leon, it's just a car, and besides, i promise i won't crash us, we're not at work right now, right?» with a teasing smile, you opened the car door for him, silently inviting him to join you.

He hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between you and the open door before a shy smile tugged at the corners of his lips — «Alright, if you say so» he admitted with a hint of gratitude in his eyes, and with a slight nod, he sat down in the passenger seat, his movements a little awkward, as if he was unsure of this uncharted territory.

As you watched him settle in, you couldn't help but notice the almost puppy like delight that danced in his eyes, his posture was slightly skewed, his legs spread apart in an attempt to find comfort, the careful adjustment of his seat belt betrayed a mixture of excitement and nervousness, it was rarely possible to see Kennedy, an experienced agent, in such a state, and it was impossible to suppress mental laughter at the sight of this delightful spectacle.

With a quiet click, you fastened your seat belt and started the engine, the hum of the car coming to life seemed to attract Leon's attention, and he glanced quickly in your direction, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes.

The car pulled out of the parking lot smoothly, the city lights streaming past as you drove through the familiar streets, the silence between you comfortable, Leon, now more relaxed, leaned back in his seat as his gaze focused on the passing scenery.

— «So» you began, breaking the silence — «Is there a particular place in your mind, or do you leave the decision to fate?»

Leon chuckled, the sound was clear, sincere and warm — «To be honest, i'm fine with everything, it's been a long time since i've had the luxury of food choices»

You chuckled, the gentle purr of the engine mixing with the soft tunes coming from the car's stereo as the red glow of the sunset engulfed the car, and Leon, sitting next to you, seemed lost in his thoughts again, his gaze fixed on the cityscape rushing by.

One of the nearest restaurants was only a few minutes away, but you felt a sudden urge to break the silence, because the easy atmosphere of camaraderie that had formed between you, as it seemed to you, created the basis for conversation.

— «Alright, Leon» you started in a casual tone — «What brought you to this field? How did you end up being one of the best agents?»

Leon's gaze shifted from the window to you, surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had not expected this question, as if the barriers he had carefully erected had crumbled for a moment, and after a short pause, he sighed, and his expression took on a hint of nostalgia.

— «Well, it wasn't exactly a planned career move» he admitted, his voice a pure note of humor with the burden of memories — «Things in Racoon City got out of hand and i was knee deep in nightmare, after that, everything was somehow… has grown into something more, yeah»

The car continued on its way, the lights of the city reflecting in Leon's eyes as he shared fragments of his past, he spoke briefly of horrors that seemed to transcend reality while music played softly in the background, creating a gentle backdrop for the revelations unfolding in the silence of the car.

— «And then the offer came» Leon continued, his voice sounding dry — «An opportunity to join a different kind of struggle, at the time, it seemed like the right thing to do, but i never imagined that this would lead to all this»

There was a strange silence between you, not awkward, but full of unspoken truth in which the weight of Leon's words hung in the air, a reminder of the darkness that turned him into the agent he was today.

It was impossible not to notice the change in his behavior as well, his gaze took on a guilty look, his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was struggling with his stubbornness, as if he had revealed more than he intended, and vulnerability flashed through the wrinkles of his face.

The soft glow of the restaurant sign signaled your arrival as you parked the car, and the quiet hum of the engine finally faded into the background as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the night air crackling with anticipation.

The cozy restaurant you chose to suit the situation was a haven of soft lighting, intimate conversations and the tantalizing aroma of culinary delights, when you entered through the wide doors, Leon followed you, tied to you by an invisible thread, his gaze darted around the room with childish curiosity, capturing atmosphere and subtle details that reflected the character of the restaurant.

You walked forward with a sense of purpose, a calming hum of activity surrounding you, the room with its muffled chatter and the clinking of cutlery seemed to offer refuge from the echoes of the outside world, and Leon, walking behind you, allowed himself to be led deeper into this refuge, glancing from time to time at your back with unspoken curiosity.

As the waitress escorted you to an empty table, you couldn't help but admire Leon's demeanor, he looked at you with an anticipation that spoke volumes, his eyes reflecting a silent mixture of gratitude and intrigue, the dim light illuminating his face with a warm glow, making him look almost ethereal.

Sitting at the table, you motioned for him to take a seat, to which he complied, sinking into his chair with a sense of relaxation that hinted at a man accustomed to danger, finding solace in unexpected moments of respite, in front of him lay a menu, a collection of culinary wonders, its pages decorated colorful images of delicious dishes.

You took charge, ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses with practiced ease, the waiter nodded and left, leaving you and Leon in the quiet anticipation that filled the air as the gentle hum of conversation surrounded you, a soothing symphony that seemed to envelop you two in a strange cocoon of shared loneliness.

Leaning back in his chair, Leon's eyes wandered over the pages of the menu, his gaze lingering on each dish as if savoring the anticipation of what was to come, there was a subtle shift in his demeanor, a relaxation that allowed you to see beyond the barrier.

— «You know» you started, and your voice broke the silence between you two — «I'm curious, what is your favorite cuisine? Is there a particular dish that you'll neeever be able to resist?»

His blue eyes looked up from the menu and met yours, there was a moment of pause, a flicker of contemplation before a small smile played on his lips — «To be honest, i'm not too picky, in the military camp i ate my fair share of military rations and questionable snacks, but if i had to choose, i would choose Italian, pasta can make everything better»

The genuine warmth in his smile made your heart skip a beat, it was a small revelation, a window into Leon's preferences beyond the usual, and then the waiter returned with the wine, and when the glasses were filled, a communal toast marked the beginning of the evening.

The scarlet liquid in the glasses, the remnants of a well chosen wine, added a subtle warmth to the evening, the first sip seemed to loosen the threads of restraint, and soon a light conversation flowed between you, Leon, now more relaxed, shared fragments of his past, and as he spoke, the flickering light of the candles played on his sharp features with a warm light.

— «Initially, i wanted to be a police officer» he admitted, looking intently at the swirling patterns in the glass — «But then Raccoon City happened, and… well, here i am» there was a hint of nostalgia in his voice, an acknowledgment of the turns that had shaped his current path.

You listened intently, the rich flavors of the dish on your plate intertwined with the stories Leon told you, drawing you into the narrative of his past.

The complexity of the life he had led, the battles and scars he had suffered, which were laid bare in the quiet atmosphere of the restaurant, and in return you shared pieces of your own history, the vulnerabilities and triumphs that had shaped you into the man sitting across from Leon.

The meal continued, each course savored and accompanied by the gentle clink of glasses, the wine flowing like a river, creating a general intoxication, the laughter echoing in the air seemed to push away the endless darkness that often shrouds your lives.

There was an air of relaxed camaraderie as the evening progressed, invisible shackles seemed to be falling away, and Leon's normally wary eyes now sparkled with a newfound warmth as the clinking of cutlery slowed to give way to a lull in conversation.

It was then that Leon, holding his gaze on you, broke the silence with a question that hung in the air like a gentle whisper — «Why did you invite me to dinner?»

A playful smile touched the corners of your lips — «Just wanted company, Leon, is that too much am i asking for?» the words were light, a veil that hid deeper currents, you didn’t want to reveal the true depth of your newfound intentions just yet.

The waiter, attuned to the rhythm of the evening, was invited with a nod as he presented the bill, you reached for your card with easy grace, this seemingly ordinary gesture brought stars of delight into Leon's blue eyes, and he watched with a somewhat uncertain expression as you make the payment smoothly, and the transaction is completed with familiar ease.

— «How can i repay you for this generosity?» Leon broke the silence with a sense of gratitude and humility in his voice, his gaze moving between you and the waiter, who quietly moved away from the table, leaving the two of you in a bubble of intimate conversation.

A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you finished the wine in your glass, you leaned in slightly, your voice a soft whisper promising uncharted territory — «I've got a couple of ideas, Leon» and with these words, you stood up from your seat, and your leg imperceptibly stretched out under the table and ran along Leon’s leg, causing a slight shiver run through his body, as he fluttered his lush eyelashes.

The blush that colored Leon’s cheeks added a playful warmth to his expression, and the playfulness in your gaze matched the unexpected sparkle in his eyes.

As you headed towards the exit, Leon hurriedly followed you, adjusting his tie, the air outside carrying the promise of a night filled with anticipation, and the bright stars overhead seemed to wink knowingly as the two of you walked into the endless darkness.

The drive to your apartment was a cascade of anticipation, every heartbeat a pulsating rhythm synchronized with the teasing touches and whispered words that danced between you and Leon, the city lights passing through the fog as the car drove through the winding streets, carrying you both into the night that promised the unknown.

As you crossed the threshold of your apartment, the door closed with a loud slam, reflecting the urgency that simmered beneath the surface, the hallway became a canvas for the clash of desire and restraint, Leon, his blue eyes sparkling brightly as he pinned you against the wall, the cool surface a stark contrast to a heated argument ensued.

The urgency in Leon's movements was palpable as he hastily pulled off his blazer, the fabric gracefully sliding to the floor, in the enclosed space his lips sought yours in a passionate, hungry kiss, while your fingers tangled in his strands of hair, and the world beyond the threshold became insignificant.

The kiss dragged on, a flash of seething feelings bursting from beneath the surface as Leon pulled away, his eyes skimming the contours of your swollen lips, a silent acknowledgment of the sight before him, and without wasting a second, his attention turned to your neck, where gentle kisses and caresses left a hot mark on the skin.

— «Ah! Careful there» a playful scold left your lips as Leon's teeth grazed your skin and his chuckle bounced off your chest, his lips continuing to move lower between your breasts, a trail of desire leaving a painful trail as the hallway became a secret theater dance of passion and longing.

With a sly look, Leon's fingers deftly unbuttoned the buttons of your shirt, each quiet click reflecting the growing tension in the air, his lips brushed against your bare skin, whispering — «I think i know exactly how to repay you for dinner» the words hung in the air, a promise that lit the flame of desire.

The shirt, now unbuttoned, revealed a canvas of skin that seemed to invite exploration, the glow of blue eyes expressing hunger as he admired the soft contours exposed to his attention, and his lips found yours again, the kiss a fusion of urgency and tenderness.

With deliberate slowness, his large hand slides down to the zipper of your trousers, fingers deftly pulling it down, inch by agonizing inch, the sound of metal teeth falling apart filling the air, a teasing reminder of what lies ahead.

The cool air touches your exposed skin as Leon removes your pants, his gaze glued to your quivering thighs, one by one he removes the fabric in front of him, leaving you completely vulnerable in front of him, forcing you to step over the fabric lying on the floor.

His touches are gentle, his hands slide freely over your heated flesh, confidently tracing the curves of your body, clinging to the elastic of your panties, and the anticipation in the room is palpable, so much so that you can suffocate.

His fingers grab the waistband of your panties, pulling them down with teasing slowness, allowing them to come unstuck from your already wet folds, savoring every flutter of your eyelashes and every quiet sigh that slips from your lips as the coolness of the room envelops your wet warmth, forcing you to say nothing — «Leon..»

His name, falling from your lips in a hoarse whisper, ignites a primal fire in him, and he falls to his knees, positioning himself between your spread legs, his long fingers, calloused and well groomed, running between your smooth folds, causing a trembling moan from the depths of your throat.

A wave of pleasure runs through your body as he explores your wetness, his touch teasing and firm, your back arching against the cold wall as he lifts your legs and places them on his broad shoulders, completely exposing your wet cunt to his slightly darkened gaze.

Comfortably positioned, he reaches his face into your shiny folds, his hands squeezing your thighs in place, pressing your legs to his broad shoulders, and his tongue is ready to caress your swollen clit, the smell of your arousal fills the air, intoxicating him, bringing him to the limit of self control.

Pinkish lips part in a hungry gesture of anticipation as he licks them, enjoying the anticipation of your arousal, and with a gentle movement of two fingers, he parts your wet folds, revealing the soft pink flesh underneath.

His mouth descends onto your cunt, his tongue plunging deep into your slick heat, the wet, velvety muscle working tirelessly, caressing your folds with perky strokes as his nose brushes against your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure through your body and eliciting a moan from your lips — «Hmph! mngh!»

Your moans trigger a reaction from him and he grunts, followed by a low growl as he devours you with precise purpose, his face buried between your thighs, only crown of dark hair visible as you clutch his strands, his tongue expertly exploring every crevice, every fold, bringing you closer to the abyss of ecstasy, changing between long and short flicks of the tongue.

His tongue plunges deeper, reacting to the desperate grip of your fingers in his hair, as you squeeze and pull, your hips buckle forward, thrusting towards him, and he skillfully manipulates his tongue, alternating between gentle caresses and passionate movements.

Your legs tremble under the weight of growing pleasure, threatening to give way as your moans and whimpers fill the room, your movements becoming a relentless dance, a symphony of sensations that drives you to the edge and back with his skillful touches.

His ministrations quicken, his tongue touching your sensitive flesh with a fervor that matches your own, each agonizing swirl and flick sending electric jolts of pleasure coursing down your spine, intensifying the constricting spiral of desire within you, making you whimper.

A sudden growl reverberates against your sensitive flesh as you push harder against his tongue, giving him access to the depths of your cunt, your folds clenching around his pink tongue muscle, squeezing and sucking him in, coating his tongue, lips and chin in a rush of your intoxicating juices.

He laps up your essence with a hungry fervor, enjoying the slurping sounds that fill the room, every slurp and suck a testament to his gluttony, his relentless need to feel every drop of your arousal.

Your whimpering cries of pleasure only fuel him, driving him deeper into the pulsating depths of your cunt, he relishes the combination of your taste and his own hunger, losing himself in the hedonistic dance of primal desire, licking you clean.

Leon's hands, both strong and gentle, gently lifted you up and held you close, licking your fluids from his lips and moving deeper into the dim apartment, searching for a room with a soft surface.

When the bedroom door instinctively swung open, you found yourself in a space that promised more, the bed beckoned, and Leon, still holding you in his arms, gently lowered you onto the mattress, and finally the city and the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon desires.

The room was bathed in the soft light of the bedside lamp, casting shadows that danced along the walls, Leon's eyes, a storm of desire, met yours with such force that they left no room for hesitation, his lips traced the path along the line of your jaw, the warmth of his breath causing a shiver along your spine.

As he hovered over you, Leon's fingers delicately traced the contours of your skin, his gaze a mixture of awe and hunger, a silent acknowledgment of the intimacy unfolding between you, and the room seemed to pulse with the shared beating of your heart.

His hands slide under your bra, his fingers deftly undo the clasp and the fabric falls away, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze, he cups them in his palms, their weight filling his palms as he caresses and squeezes, his touch both hard and gentle, hungry.

Moist lips descend over your bare nipples, gliding over them with a deliberate, teasing touch, his mouth enveloping them, sucking gently, drawing pleasure from the tender peaks, and his tongue dances across the sensitive flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

As his lips work their magic on your breasts, his free hand moves to his pants, quickly unzipping them and pulling them down along with his boxers in one smooth motion, his throbbing cock slapping against his stomach, the head glistening with precum as he settles between your slick folds, settling between the stickiness.

The friction of his cock against your wetness ignites a primal ache deep within you, intensifying the need that courses through your veins, his moves bold and unyielding, he teases the entrance to your cunt with the swollen head of his cock and you mewl impatiently, making him laugh hoarsely — «L-Leon, hmph, p-please»

He teases you, teasingly stroking the swollen head of his cock along your slick folds, eliciting an even louder moan from your lips as he huskily teases — «Please what, sweetheart?»

He doesn't wait for an answer though, with calculated precision he thrusts into you, the thickness of his cock stretching your walls inch by inch as he slowly sinks into you, enjoying the feeling of your tight warmth enveloping him.

You arching back and wrapped legs around his waist only fuels his desire, adding to the primalness, and your whimpering cries of pleasure echo in his ears, prompting him to completely mark you as something of his, because he doesn't want to lose such a treasure.

His first thrusts are deliberate and unhurried, every movement a sign of his control as he leans down to kiss, lick and bite your neck and shoulders, marking you as his.

His eyes roam over your wet and puffy nipples, his gaze taking in the sight of your arousal, the burning desire in his gaze palpable as he watches your wet cunt greedily swallow his throbbing cock, a smile forming on his lips.

He praises you clearly, his voice a low, raspy purr right into your ear, acknowledging the pleasure coursing through your body — «So beautiful like that, even better than in your tight official clothes» he bites his lip, a mixture of satisfaction on his face as he openly enjoys the connection between you.

With a sudden surge of intensity, the thrusts speed up, each powerful movement causing your tits to bounce seductively as your body moves in tandem with his, rising and falling on the sheets.

Your hands reach out and grab his biceps, your fingers digging into his skin with searing touches, leaving behind light scratches from your nails that indicate your need, and in response, he leans down and kisses your lips softly, instant tenderness amid unbridled passion.

As the pace of his thrusts increases, his balls slap against the curve of your soft ass, flushed red from the spanking, and the rhythmic sound intensifies as the air fills with shocking tension, and the pleasure builds as he penetrates deeper.

Strong hands deftly spread your legs wider, bending them at the knees on either side of his body, with each thrust he penetrates deeper into your pussy, enjoying the mesmerizing sight of his cock disappearing inside you, accompanied by obscene squelching sounds filling the room.

The room fills and rings with your loud moans of pleasure in blissful surrender, suddenly a beast like growl escapes Leon's lips and then he nuzzles your shoulder, his grip tightening around you, pressing you deeper into the bed, placing his hand under your head, slightly squeezing you with his bicep.

His thrusts become faster and more insistent as the bed beneath you begins to shake in response to the force of his thrusts, the powerful rhythm of his hips grinding against yours creating loud slapping sounds as you mewl, your brain turning to mush and endless requests pouring out from your swollen wet lips — «Don't, d-don't stop, mmfh! yesyesyes»

— «Didn't, fuuck, intend to» he drawls, your desperate pleas and babbles causing laughter to rumble from the depths of his broad chest where the tie of his previously hastily unbuttoned shirt dangled, he relishes the raw intensity of the moment, the primal connection between your bodies that becomes stronger with each of his thrusts.

In response to your words and the tight grip of your folds around him, Leon's thrusts become even faster, thrusting deeper into you with unyielding force, one of your legs lifting up to give him better access, increasing the friction between your bodies.

As the coil of pleasure clenches in your stomach, you reach out with your hands and scratch at the back of his shirt, leaving a trail of fire behind you as you begin to knead it, your whimpering cries of pleasure filling the air, mixing with the primal grunt that escapes Leon's lightly bitten lips.

His cock pulsates inside you, the swollen head hitting your cervix with each powerful thrust, the combination of pleasure and slight discomfort only intensifies your arousal, bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy, making you shudder and arch under him.

Leon feels his climax coming, a familiar warmth coiling in his core as the tension reaches its peak, feeling your body arch in response, he decides to prolong the pleasure by sliding his cock out of your cunt, leaving just the tip at your entrance.

But suddenly, with a primal rush of force, he slams back into you, causing you to cry out and jump forward in surprise and pleasure, the force of his thrusts causing a shiver of ecstasy to run through your body, building until you reach the pinnacle of pleasure followed by loud slaps.

Fueled by overwhelming sensations, you scream out in a powerful orgasm, your wet warmth squeezing and pulsating around Leon's thick cock and you instinctively wrap your arms and legs around him, seeking comfort and grounding amid the waves of pleasure.

As your walls grip him tightly, he succumbs to his own climax, coating your slick walls with hot spurts of cum, the raw force of his release adding an extra layer of intensity, palpably filling you with his hot fluid and allowing your aunt to feel full as it slowly spreads down his length.

As Leon slowly pulls out of your throbbing hole, he watches with satisfaction as his cum pours out, coating his still slightly hard cock in a glistening sheen, your cunt opening and closing, pulsating after an intense orgasm, fat globes of cum dripping onto the sheets.

Your legs shake violently from the force of your release, and Leon responds with a gentle touch, gently squeezing your legs with his hands, offering support and comfort as your trembling subsides, leaning down he kisses your kneecaps gently, his touch soothing and gentle as he strokes yours skin in circles.

In this post orgasmic haze, the room is filled with a mixture of scents — a heady mixture of sweat, sex and the distinct aroma of your mixed fluids, especially his musk which gradually soothes your body, plunging you into the warmth and softness of the sheets.

He finally notices that you've stopped shaking, a sign that your body is beginning to regain its composure, so with a sense of attentiveness, he gently slides out of the bed, his movements careful not to disturb your relaxed state as he goes to find a towel, when suddenly you reach out and you tug at his wrist, suddenly whimpering a couple of intelligible words — «Don't, later»

He hears your quiet whimpers, begging him to stay for a few more minutes, and a sudden chuckle escapes his lips as he gives in to your request, understanding your vulnerability in the moment after intense sex, and he's definitely glad that he was able to bring you to such a limp state, whispering measuredly — «Alright, as you'll say»

Lying down next to you, he gently pulls you towards him, your soft body pressed against his own, and Leon treats you with tenderness, kissing the top of your head as a sign of affection, deciding to put off the trip for a towel and the usual gentlemanliness, choosing instead to enjoy the closeness.

The bed turns into a cozy cocoon of warmth and satisfaction, and neither of you wants to think about anything else and where these consequences of dinner will lead, knowing only that you both just experienced excellent sex, when you press yourself against his chest and begin to slowly fall asleep, and he joins in next, pressing his warm lips into the top of your head and gently scooping you closer.

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