Lessons in Intimacy

Leon‘s possessiveness comes in large part from the fact that he’s been often denied things that are his alone, and don’t belong to some larger public persona. Relationships, actions, behavior, all of it has been under a constant microscope since he was a child, and now as an adult, he yearns for intimacy that feels truly private...and truly unique. The pleasure only he can bring, the sights only he is allowed to see. Vulnerability, both in himself and others, is a type of honesty that he craves.

Especially on a sexual level.

One of his favorite positions with Piers is his arms wrapped around that slender, bony body, holding him so close it feels like they haven’t got an inch between them, Piers facing away even as he sits in Leon’s lap. There’s hardly room to thrust, but he doesn’t care; as much as he normally loves to jackrabbit his hips and satisfy every primal urge as fast as possible, he loves this for the closeness. For the nape of Piers’ neck under his lips and teeth, finally bare. For the way his lover sobs and grips his forearms with sharp, varnished nails, panting his name over and over again.

Leon loves hearing his name from Piers’ lips. That rough, melodic voice, chanting for him feels better than an entire stadium screaming it out. Right here, this moment, the rapidly thudding heart he can feel through Piers’ thin skin. The fragile parts he tries to hide behind his anger, his yells and shouts, his music and magic that so many are enraptured with. Leon delights in stripping it away, until neither of them are in the spotlight, and both of them are allowed to be vulnerable.

You belong to me.

He murmurs the words in Piers’ ear, and they both know what he means. Piers belongs to no one, is savage and wild and come from shadow, but here, now, he’s captured in strong arms and stronger pleasure of the shaft deep inside him. This side of him is one Leon promises to keep close to himself, drinking down Piers’ melodious groans and whimpers, driving more out of him as his teeth sink into that bruise-ripe neck. Piers with his uncut hair freed, spilling around his shoulder, Piers with the sharp elbows and angles showing through his skin, like he can barely contain himself inside his own body. Leon adores it, every inch.

Mine.

Such a soft, giving body, the secret behind Piers’ hardness. How is he meant to stop driving into it, how can he do anything but fuck him harder? His need to taste Piers’ flesh, mouthing at the side of his jaw and sliding wetly down to his pulse. Too rough with him, but Piers is begging in his ear for more.

“Leon—harder, I can feel you stretching me—“

He’s lust-drunk and lost in it, they both are. A delicious haze that Leon never wants to wake up from, sweetened by the bone-deep assurance that this is all for him. He can press as hard as he wants, bite, taste, slake his lust inside Piers’ body again and again and there will never be a judgment for those needs. Nothing but those lovely eyes staring at him through overwhelmed tears, shot dark with lust.

He looks over Piers’ shoulder, reveling in the ripe and perfect pink of his plump lips and nipples—to be sucked on later, it’s assured, when Leon has the mind to do anything but this. The bulge that swells the front of Piers’ belly on particularly deep thrusts and the way his thighs quiver, pretty curses falling from his lips.

People love Leon, but no one has ever been desperate for him like Piers is. “Going to fill you up, then you’ll be mine. Have me inside you—“ he manages, and that is what sends Piers over the edge.

He cums, stunned and gasping Leon’s name, body writhing uselessly against the cage of Leon’s arms. No escape from the pleasure, nothing for his body to do but milk the thick cock inside him with his squeezing, shuddering as pleasure overruns all his senses and blanks his mind.

Leon fulfills his promise soon after, only releasing Piers’ middle to grip his hips, slamming him down until he’s thrust in to the very base, growling as he empties himself as deep as possible. Stuffing that little belly full of his cum...nothing satisfies like that thought, and Piers so willingly takes every last drop.

There’s also something to be said for the after, when Piers huffs a laugh in his sex-rough voice, teases Leon playfully for being a ‘kinky fucker’ like he didn’t just get off on the very same. For the warmth of his body, as long as Leon can keep him from moving, and the promise in his mouth when he turns enough to be kissed.

Leon loves to possess intimacy.