Once more, he follows Leon's lead, falling onto his back with a guttural approving snarl. His head hits the ground, his feet dig into the dirt, and now there's nothing but gravity between them. That first slam buries him in snug heat, and stars dance before his eyes as Leon winds up for another. "Just like that," he urges. "Give it to me, you fucking slut-"

And then Leon rides him hard enough the first few strokes almost knock the wind out of him. His taunting fades in a ragged gasp, and there's an immensely satisfied expression of strain and bewilderment on his face for a few glorious seconds. It fades quickly into a crazed grin. Christ, he's always so goddamn eager. That smile, that mouth, that cocky little taunt that gets him pissed off and horny all at once. A challenge. And he'd never leave Leon wanting for a challenge.

So he grips Leon's hipbones hard enough to leave bruises with fingerprints. Snaps his body upward as he pulls him down, meeting him brutally in the middle. Fucks up into him as hard as he can, uses the momentum until they're moving in perfect time, each determined to both give and receive no mercy from the other.

"Fuck yeah. Just like that. So fucking deep." He grits his teeth, keeps his eyes open, drinking in the sight of his rookie right where he belongs. Right here with him. Step by step. Side by side. Keeping up, no matter where Krauser goes or what he does. He's always kept up. That's why he's the Major's favorite. He's so strong. So gorgeous. He feels so fucking good. He's perfect. This is perfect. It's just like it used to be, when they were alone, secret and safe, so wrapped up in each other that nothing outside them mattered at all. Nothing outside of them matters at all.

His eyes meet Leon's. Call it reflex. Call it a slip. Call it a confession, words breaking free from the eternally stoic tangle of Krauser's throat.

"Fuck. Fuck, I missed you."