Krauser has always been bigger, stronger, but Leon the more flexible and determined, he's been thrown down into the dirt and mud so many times just to get back up again, beat every one of Krauser's lessons into his body even when it shook with exhaustion. Sometimes, he reminds Leon of the monstrous strength he keeps in check, like the way his grip on Leon's knee is so dangerously tight that he feels his skin buzzing deliciously with an ache he knows will be purpling under his skin later. Reminds him that fucking him has always been a perilous exercise in trusting another man's self-control, and Leon's been hooked on that surge of helpless adrenaline since he found solace in it, not long after Raccoon City.
He likes the view — Krauser's rugged and muscular torso narrowing to hips bracketed by his own thighs, the broad splay of the man's callused fingers around his own hip, the shape of his own blushing cock as it sways against his belly, the oppressively electric heat of the man's gaze when Leon peels his eyes away from where he grinds against his lap. The way his degrading praise hits him like a slap; Leon's mouth drops open a little more, face growing hot. God, he's such an asshole, and Leon's such a fucked up piece of shit for feeling so sick with horny gratitude at it, at the savage snap of Krauser's hips that shatters a shout out of him.
Leon's head drops forward slightly, the fight in his closed eyes and tightly pursed lips where he's wrestling himself back under control, drinking up the pain-pleasure of his full length slamming into him, deep. There's a keen look in them when he reopens his eyes, something nearly feral, and he plants a foot against Krauser's shoulder, shoving him onto his back.
He's already chasing him, core tightening up as he straightens over that supine bulk, the dirt and undergrowth under his knees, surging up, dropping down with a clap of skin against skin. Leon rides him with the sort of urgency that should have his thighs burning at the exertion before long, really putting his athletic body to work. It's a thrill to have Krauser's eyes on him while he's like this, fucking himself rough and animal, his hair bouncing where it hasn't stuck to his skin, strands darker for the sweat they've soaked up.
"Like that?" Leon pants, "C'mon, I'm still running my mouth," a cocky smile starts to pull at the corner of it, "Do something about it. Take my fucking breath away."
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He likes the view — Krauser's rugged and muscular torso narrowing to hips bracketed by his own thighs, the broad splay of the man's callused fingers around his own hip, the shape of his own blushing cock as it sways against his belly, the oppressively electric heat of the man's gaze when Leon peels his eyes away from where he grinds against his lap. The way his degrading praise hits him like a slap; Leon's mouth drops open a little more, face growing hot. God, he's such an asshole, and Leon's such a fucked up piece of shit for feeling so sick with horny gratitude at it, at the savage snap of Krauser's hips that shatters a shout out of him.
Leon's head drops forward slightly, the fight in his closed eyes and tightly pursed lips where he's wrestling himself back under control, drinking up the pain-pleasure of his full length slamming into him, deep. There's a keen look in them when he reopens his eyes, something nearly feral, and he plants a foot against Krauser's shoulder, shoving him onto his back.
He's already chasing him, core tightening up as he straightens over that supine bulk, the dirt and undergrowth under his knees, surging up, dropping down with a clap of skin against skin. Leon rides him with the sort of urgency that should have his thighs burning at the exertion before long, really putting his athletic body to work. It's a thrill to have Krauser's eyes on him while he's like this, fucking himself rough and animal, his hair bouncing where it hasn't stuck to his skin, strands darker for the sweat they've soaked up.
"Like that?" Leon pants, "C'mon, I'm still running my mouth," a cocky smile starts to pull at the corner of it, "Do something about it. Take my fucking breath away."