“Been wantin' this, Jack." Leo pants hotly against my mouth, pushing his forehead to mine like he's trying to bash some truth into my skull. "Been aching for your cock," he admits with a low, throaty sound of embarrassment. "Fuck, never thought I'd miss being stretched out by anyone this much."
My prick gets hard so fast it's goddamn painful. With a primal rumbling sound, I take his mouth again, wanting to push past every boundary, to overwhelm his senses and fill him up with as much of me as it's possible to get inside him.
From there, things only descend into further chaos.
It's a mess, really, on both our parts. There's no refinement or skill to it, the two of us grasping frantically at each other and pushing in hard, hands tugging and tearing at clothes in our urgent attempts to find the hot and scarred skin beneath. We take turns yanking one another's jackets and T-shirts off, haphazardly discarding them.
Leo groans into my mouth when I work on the front of his black cargos, undoing his belt and yanking it out through the loops, throwing it to the side before going back to undo the top button and pull down his zipper. I reach into his cargos and palm his hard cock through his underwear, squeezing with purpose and earning another groan of appreciation from my partner.
In retaliation, Leo knocks my hand away and starts pushing me backwards until I hit the wall. Then he drops swiftly to his knees and goes to work on my cargos, opening them up and pulling both the cargos and my underwear down around my thighs, releasing my hard prick from its confines.
Leo presses one hand to my stomach, presumably to keep me in place, the taut muscles rippling under his touch. His fingers ghost over the large scar on my abdomen, and I have to bite down on the gasp that threatens to come bursting out of my mouth. The scar has always been sensitive, but for some reason, it becomes a live nerve whenever Leo brushes the pads of his fingers across it.
"Want your cock down my throat," Leo tells me, looking up with wide, pale-blue eyes and a slight curve to his lips, desire radiating off him like a sonic wave. "Gonna let me take it, Jack?"
Something in my stomach does a triple backflip, my prick twitching at the thought of pushing into Leo's pretty mouth. I want it. Badly. I want to shove inside him and make him choke, want to use him until I'm half mad from how it feels and ready to burst, to empty myself in him, stake the kind of claim only sex allows.
In answer to Leo's question, I shove a hand into his dark hair, the strands so much softer than seems right given how roughly I'm touching him. He lets me drag his head forward until his mouth hovers just in front of my cock. I use my other hand to take hold of myself and rub the head of my cock over his lips, swiping pre-cum along his mouth.
Leo doesn't hesitate to lick out with his tongue and taste the pre-cum, making a low humming sound of approval.
"Open up for me, Leo." I smack the head of my cock against his lips again.
Leo obeys the command, opening up wide and taking my cock inside him when I simultaneously yank his head forward and push my hips out. I go in shallowly at first, testing the waters, filling his mouth with my cock again and again, controlling the depth and speed with my hand in his hair, letting Leo get used to the girth of me. I'm not a small man, and I know I can be a little overzealous when it comes to sex.
Most of my previous trysts were fast and hard encounters, no time to be careful and considerate to whoever I was with. I want things to be different with Leo, not only because wedohave the time for it, but because he'sLeo. It doesn't seem to me that Leo's had much attention paid to his comfort before, emotionally or physically. The only person who truly seems to give a shit about him is Damon, and I don't want to think about what Damon and Leo did together. It makes something hot and angry crackle inside my chest to imagine anyone else touching Leo like this.
I've never felt this before. Is it jealousy? It might be, which is a concern. I don't need or want to be jealous of other people. I don't want to feel out of control regarding my emotions. I'm afraid of what I'll do if those feelings get a stranglehold on my mind and make me do stupid shit in the name of keeping Leo to myself. Leo deserves more than that if nothing else.
As Leo stares up at me, trust and yearning in his eyes, I feel the sudden need to ruin it. To wipe the trust away, to stamp it out and kill it dead. It's visceral, how strongly I need to show Leo he should want more than this, so much more than me. I can't afford for him to start thinking that maybe I can be someone he should depend on in any other capacity than in our work as agents.
"Tap my thigh if you want me to stop," I tell Leo, voice rough and quiet, like a warning. "Because I'm gonna go in hard and mess you up a little."
Leo's brows furrow slightly at the change of tone or possibly something I'm broadcasting that he's picked up on, but he doesn't try to pull away.
I wait for another beat, just in case, then let myself loose on him.
My free hand pushes into his hair, fisting it in a tight hold. With both hands controlling the movements of his head, I keep him still and start rolling my hips, shoving my leaking prick in and out of his mouth, filling his throat and pausing there for a bit until Leo starts choking, either from the lack of air or the pressure put on his gag reflex.
One of Leo's hands goes to his erection, and he starts jacking himself, arm moving fast as I use him with a harshness I was previously trying to avoid.
I piston my hips, stretching Leo's lips so beautifully around me that it takes genuine effort not to come too quickly. I'm unable to hold in the sounds of pleasure Leo manages to rip out of me without even trying, just by looking up, keeping his eyes latched on mine like a vice, unwilling to let go for a second, to give me a moment of reprieve so I can regain my equilibrium. It's as if he knows I'm trying to distance myself, and he's fighting tooth and nail to stop that from being possible.
Leo groans around my cock, over and over again, like he's trying to make a point, not backing down and taking everything I give him so perfectly. His eyes start to water, hot salty tears gathering at the corners and spilling down over his flushed cheeks.
My orgasm builds in my spine and erupts out of me like lava from a volcano, intense pleasure and ferocious emotions ravaging through my gut and making me feel bowled over with the power of them.
Leo swallows my cum and keeps on licking and sucking at my spent cock when I pull it from his mouth, my hands loosening enough on his hair that he's able to lean forward and continue his attention.
Once I've collected my wits enough to think somewhat clearly, I notice Leo has yet to come. I make moves to rectify this, grabbing onto his broad shoulders and giving him a strong shove, pushing him over onto his back.
Leo looks up at me in dazed surprise until I slam to my knees, snatching hold of his cargos and underwear to wrench them down and lean over to wrap my lips around his weeping cock. It takes a few hard sucks and a rough twist from my hand moving over his prick to make Leo come with a fierce shout.
Copying Leo, I swallow down his come before taking my mouth away from him and moving up to press a rough kiss to his mouth, mixing the tastes of us together.
Leo puts his arms around me and uses all his weight to roll us over until he's on top of me. He pulls away from the kiss with an admonishing bite to my bottom lip, and the heated look on his face as he scowls down at me makes me think I'm about to be told off.
"Jack, what the fuck?" Leo's voice is scratched and rasping, which is sexier than it should probably be given how pissed off he has every right to be.
