As bidden, he goes still with utterly practiced discipline. His big hands keep support, one on Leon's waist and the other still beneath his thigh. Otherwise he remains a strong and solid bulwark for him to hold onto, and lets Leon take him without interference.

God, that tightness, that squeeze. The profoundly erotic way his expression shifts with the strain of pleasure and pain. Krauser doesn't take his eyes off him, watching every little change with something close to awe. Makes sure Leon gets to see every little twinge and gasp and grit of teeth on his end, too.

"Yeah. That's it." The hand on Leon's waist slips back to caress his lower back, more echoes of before. He hadn't needed to instruct Leon through this in a long, long time, but it feels good to indulge the habit. "Slow and steady, just like always..."

Leon bottoms out, leaning back. Jack groans, arching forward, snaking his arms around him. One good squeeze and it could be a pin, a grapple, brutal strength to choke him out or strangle him. Instead he's kissing his chest at the collarbone and dragging up to his throat, another gratified sigh and a growl in his ear.

"There you are. Always so fucking tight for me, Leon."