"Fuck yeah, you will." He downright snarls back. "You always do."
He remains mostly still and solid as Leon struggles, stuffed full with the Major's proportional girth. But there are minute indicators of his own strain starting to tug at his physical control. Fingernails digging sharp into Leon's shoulder. Jaw grinding tensely grit teeth. The slightest of tremors in his thighs, in his arm as he pulls Leon towards his chest, grips his knee to encourage that squeeze around his waist. Too tight. Too firm for just a moment, a painful clutch like he's some feral beast about to escape fraying restraint. But only for a moment before he eases up, back to gentler touch, regaining that control with expert precision.
When Leon starts to move he lets up a little, braces his feet on the ground and leans back a little. Allows him free motion, though he keeps his hands at his waist, sprawled out over the jut of hipbone, gripping possessively. Not to steer him, but to hold on tight. To make him lean just right, where he can watch that lithe, perfect body and that handsome, boyish face as he grinds himself deep, inch by agonizing inch. Molten hot and deliciously tight.
"Look at you. Barely breaking a sweat on me." He grins, and the pride in his voice isn't really mocking. "Same thirsty little slut I remember."
He can't resist an upward snap of his hips, thrusting hard into Leon as he starts to sink down on him. His eyes rake up to catch his expression, back down to their joined bodies moving together, back up to his hands splayed over his hipbones, thumbs pressing into his iliac folds. The slightest little bite of fingernails...
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He remains mostly still and solid as Leon struggles, stuffed full with the Major's proportional girth. But there are minute indicators of his own strain starting to tug at his physical control. Fingernails digging sharp into Leon's shoulder. Jaw grinding tensely grit teeth. The slightest of tremors in his thighs, in his arm as he pulls Leon towards his chest, grips his knee to encourage that squeeze around his waist. Too tight. Too firm for just a moment, a painful clutch like he's some feral beast about to escape fraying restraint. But only for a moment before he eases up, back to gentler touch, regaining that control with expert precision.
When Leon starts to move he lets up a little, braces his feet on the ground and leans back a little. Allows him free motion, though he keeps his hands at his waist, sprawled out over the jut of hipbone, gripping possessively. Not to steer him, but to hold on tight. To make him lean just right, where he can watch that lithe, perfect body and that handsome, boyish face as he grinds himself deep, inch by agonizing inch. Molten hot and deliciously tight.
"Look at you. Barely breaking a sweat on me." He grins, and the pride in his voice isn't really mocking. "Same thirsty little slut I remember."
He can't resist an upward snap of his hips, thrusting hard into Leon as he starts to sink down on him. His eyes rake up to catch his expression, back down to their joined bodies moving together, back up to his hands splayed over his hipbones, thumbs pressing into his iliac folds. The slightest little bite of fingernails...
"Move. Fuck yourself on me."