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Relevant tags: Resident Evil (Video Games), Leon S Kennedy, Original Character, Trans Male Character, Black Character, Age Difference, Younger Man Seducing Older Man, Extremely Dubious Consent, Restraints, Unsafe Restraints, Unsafe Sex, Biting, Scratching, Face Slapping, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Cum as Lube, Crying During Sex, Frotting, Dominance, Mild Transphobia, Internalized Homophobia, Sexual Overstimulation, Forcefag, Metal Handcuffs, Inadequate Anal Prep, Slurs (Faggot), Pushing Boundaries, Overstepping Boundaries, Poorly Communicated Boundaries, Swearing

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Leon was staring at him from across the bar. Pretty blatantly, in fact. It would be cute if it weren’t so insulting…or maybe it was the other way around. The staring itself wasn’t the issue. It was the expression on his face.

From the moment they'd met, Leon Kennedy had been looking at Liviu with that familiar “deer in headlights” expression that the repressed reserved for the confident. It was extremely flattering, to know that by virtue of his looks alone, he had been able to get the man to peek out of the closet and imagine what might have been. Liviu liked to think he had been the star of more than one confused jerk-off session. Tonight however that expression had changed to the confused relief experienced by the in-denial faggot upon learning that the object of their attraction was born with a pussy. Sometime since the last time they’d seen each other, Leon had either connected some dots or heard some gossip, and was trying to tell himself that finding Liviu attractive didn’t mean he was actually into men.

That really wouldn’t do. Liviu wasn’t going to play woman for anyone, no matter how hot they were. There was a developing tension between them that he was interested in cultivating, but he wasn’t about to go back into his own closet.

They'd never talked about it, or even toed the line of talking about it. Liviu certainly hadn't come out to Leon, but his own queerness was an open secret: everyone knew, but no one brought it up, likely in deference to his late grandfather, the homophobic old shitheel that everyone still respected. It wasn’t like Leon and Liviu spent that much time together, in the grand scheme of things. Though they’d met at Liviu’s family’s business, Leon hadn’t come back since that first time. They were both working men, and only saw each other so often by virtue of living in the same area. They saw each other at the gym, at the bar, sometimes at the grocery store where Leon inevitably stared at Liviu’s ass as he bent over his cart. Every now and then, the older man would disappear for weeks, once even for a few months, and he returned with no explanation other than he was “traveling for work.” He did something for the government, if the badge Liviu had spotted once was any indication, but he didn’t talk about it and Liviu had no desire to push.

There were other things he was much more interested in pushing, though sometimes he got the impression Leon genuinely believed there was nothing sexual about the tension between them.

There wasn’t much to do in the face of such denial but to take a sledgehammer to it. To this end, Liviu had been flirting, openly admiring Leon’s blatant attempts to show off, and batting his eyelashes when their gazes met. He tried to be subtle, because if Leon didn’t know he was queer, he doubted anyone else did. Leon himself seemed to have little such consideration for his own reputation. He stared, he blushed, he glared like Liviu’s exposed skin was a poison formulated specifically to end him. Usually that was intoxicating, to know that with just a wardrobe choice he could inspire such discomfort.

Right now, however, the stare was more aggravating than endearing. That was probably because Liviu was the most sober person in the building, besides maybe the bartender, and his thoughts were suitably tinged with annoyance. Leon was definitely a drink or two down, if the slight flush on his cheek was anything to go by. He looked as vulnerable as a stoic and glaring thirty-or-forty-something could look. He looked like he needed someone to come fuck the denial out of him.

Liviu came to a decision and pushed himself off the bar. He closed the distance between them, and Leon’s eyes tracked him the entire time. They were both ignoring the mutual acquaintance that had invited them out, and as far as he could tell, Leon had been nursing the same empty glass for about half an hour.

“A picture’ll last you longer,” he said as a greeting, sliding to sit down by the older man at the table he was brooding at. “Though you might get kicked out of the bar.”

“You’re here. I’m surprised.” Leon raised his glass to his mouth, realized it was empty, and awkwardly put it down again. “You enjoying yourself?”

Liviu hummed, charmed. “Were you waiting for me? That’s cute.” He shifted to sit closer, both to hear clearer and to invade personal space.

Leon scoffed. “I enjoy your company.”

“I’m flattered, baby.” Liviu smiled, putting a bit of emphasis on the pet name he’d been sprinkling into their conversations with increasing frequency. Under the table, he slid his hand over Leon’s thigh, letting his fingers rest on the inside seam of his pants.

The muscle tensed under his touch at first, then relaxed while Leon stared unsubtly at him. After a breath, he moved his leg slightly against Liviu’s palm, acknowledging the touch without pushing him off.

“You got a hot date after this?” Leon asked, surprising Liviu by speaking first while giving him a slow and thorough once-over. He did a decent job of pretending he wasn’t staring at the bit of exposed skin at the top of Liviu’s chest, where hints of both cleavage and chest hair were visible.

Liviu had dressed up tonight, betting on the chance that Leon was in town and would accept Mitch’s invite. He’d gotten a nice lace shirt from the closet, and had slipped the first few buttons free once he saw Leon had decided to show up. The leather pants he’d chosen weren’t the most comfortable, but he knew they made his legs and ass look amazing.

“Aw, you noticed.” He comically batted his eyelashes, squeezing Leon’s thigh once. “It’s all for you. You're my date.”

Leon coughed, trying and failing to hide the blush on his cheeks with his hand. “You would actually go on a date with me?”

Liviu chose to believe this was banter and not a genuine question, for the sake of Leon’s intelligence. “I’ve been pretty obvious. The real question is if you'd be on a date with me, Leon?”

This was the first time he’d blatantly asked a question like that, and for the other man’s sake he lowered his voice. He chose to go sultry rather than conspiratorial, and was rewarded for that decision. Leon’s eyes went wide, then softened.

“I’m still here, right?” he said softly, sounding half surprised at himself.

“So you are. My brave boy.” Liviu tested the phrase, hoping he kept the tone light enough that it could land as a joke instead of an innuendo, if Leon was so inclined.

It was clearly taken as the latter. Leon let out a sharp surprised breath before mumbling, “Don’t make fun of me,” in a far less scandalized tone than expected.

“Not making fun of you,” Liviu assured him, squeezing his thigh again. “We’re having fun.”

“I don’t think you and I have the same definition of fun.” Leon actually sounded embarrassed, as if his lack of homosexual experience wasn’t the most obvious thing about him. It wasn’t an outright rejection, not when Leon was still looking at him like that, thigh in Liviu’s palm, eyes still wandering over his body.

“We can have a lot of fun together.” Liviu finally removed his hand, pulling away to lean back in his chair. “Tonight, even.”

“Don’t say things like that!” This was an outright rejection, but Leon was still looking at him like he wanted to devour him, so Liviu wasn’t going to accept it.

“Why not?” he pushed. “If you hate it, you hate it, you never do it again. But…” He tilted his head, looking Leon up and down with appreciation and faux contemplation. “…I don’t think you’ll hate it, baby. Why not take the chance? Indulge in a bit of exploration?”

The gentler approach seemed to be working. He could see the wheels turning in Leon’s head as he went back to staring at the few drops remaining in his glass, mouth pulled into a thoughtful frown. Emboldened, Liviu pushed a little further,

“Why not make it a night of firsts? It’s already your first date with a guy, why not take him home?”

Leon went quiet again, and Liviu let him think this time. They both watched the light reflect off the glass as he twirled it in his fingers. Around them, the bar grew livelier, the music louder and the laughter more frenzied. Liviu desperately wanted to leave, but he was determined not to go alone.

“Fuck it,” Leon finally said, in a tone that would be discouragingly grim if Liviu didn’t know him better. “Yeah. You mind if I get one more?”

Liviu raised an eyebrow. “I’m not your dad. Do what you want, unless you’re driving, in which case, absolutely not.”

Leon looked him up and down. “You good to drive?”

“I’m stone cold sober.” Unfortunately, this was the truth. He hadn’t sipped a drop all night, only partaking in some lemonade. “I even have my license, believe it or not.” The joke was intended to ease Leon’s obvious nerves, though it didn’t seem to land.

He nodded gruffly. “Good. I’ll be back.”

Leon made his way back to the bar to procure the last of his courage, and Liviu entertained himself drawing knots in the condensation on the tabletop. He felt a thrill as he considered what he might be able to get out of tonight. His offer of “exploration” had been sincere, but it was also markedly selfish. He would be lying if he denied the fact that his partner of choice tonight being Leon Kennedy wasn’t half the reason he made the offer at all. There wasn’t a single part of the man he didn’t want to get his hands on, or in.

Leon was, generously, a decade older than him, and the man had aged very well. He had probably been a very cute younger man, and he was now a very pretty older man. The sweeping longer hair, streaked with gray, and day-old stubble he often left on his cheeks did nothing to hide his features, and Liviu wasn’t convinced he really wanted to hide it anyway. He was a bit of a showoff, at least if his performance in the gym was any indication. Even tonight, he’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. He seemed to enjoy Liviu’s obvious appreciation of his body, even as he was baffled by it.

“You ready?” Leon appeared again, shoving his wallet back in his pocket, looking around like they were about to commit a crime.

Liviu came out of his thoughts and flashed him a quick smile. “Ready,” he confirmed. “I hitched a ride here, am I good to drive your car?”

“Yeah, totally,” Leon said, as if each word was a pulled tooth. He quickly tried again in a more neutral tone, “I mean, yeah.” He let out a hard breath, evidently aware of his own growing awkwardness. “What’ll we tell Mitch?”

“Well you flush real easy, so anyone with eyes can see you’re too drunk to get yourself home,” Liviu pointed out. “If anyone’s watching us, I doubt they’ll ask any questions.”

Leon nodded. “Let’s go then.” And then he honest to god rolled and squared his shoulders like he was preparing to walk into war or something.

As Liviu had thought, no one spared them a single glance as they left. Leon running into a table on the way out would’ve solidified the cover story anyway.

“Your place, mine, or a hotel?” Liviu asked as soon as they were in the car and away from any potentially eavesdropping ears. He really was doing his best to be accommodating.

“Mine,” Leon answered quickly, and perhaps too quickly because he immediately looked like he regretted saying it.

“Wherever you’re comfortable,” Liviu said.

It wasn’t a long drive, thankfully. It was made in silence, except for Leon giving Liviu terse directions. Even from the corner of his eye, Liviu could see he was growing tenser the closer they got to his home. If it were anyone else, Liviu would reach out, but he was concerned that would just make Leon jump out of the car.

Liviu didn’t take in too many details of Leon’s home when they arrived. He genuinely wasn’t sure he would ever have this opportunity again, so he didn’t imagine he would need to remember where the restroom and kitchen were. The only thing he committed to memory was where he left his jacket and boots, on a hook and shelf respectively by the door.

He was pleasantly surprised when Leon led him immediately to his bedroom, barely even pausing to take his own shoes off by the door. Once in this coveted space, he did cast a critical eye about, and decided he could definitely make this work. He didn’t care about the big double dresser, the television, or the big (potentially walk-in? Leon was clearly loaded) closet, but there was a big king-sized bed with nice sheets and a big carved wooden headboard and strong wooden posts. The bedside table had a box of tissues, a flickering digital alarm clock, a rather pretty lamp and…

“Are those handcuffs?” he asked, amused.

It was a rhetorical question. There was a pair of metal handcuffs on the bedside table, out where anyone could see. Anywhere else, he might give Leon the benefit of the doubt that it was for his job, but by the bed? Maybe Liviu had less work to do than he’d thought.

“Shut up,” Leon grumbled, though he made no move to put them away.

Leon’s stiffness didn’t end when the door closed behind them, or when Liviu immediately invaded his personal space. He slid a hand around the man’s waist and pulled him closer cock first. He considered teasing him for being half hard already, but decided to take pity on the poor man and just pulled him down for a kiss instead. It was a frankly awful kiss, as Leon was so nervous that he was moving like a wax automaton. He moved one body part at a time, and barely breathed, and it seemed to be doing the opposite of relaxing him.

Liviu pulled back from the kiss, though he kept his hands on Leon’s waist. “You wanna sit down?” he asked, to give them both a break from that abysmal experience.

“Yeah, please.”

Leon pulled away quickly, but he seemed to just as quickly realize there weren’t that many places to sit besides the bed. He sighed and lowered himself down like he was preparing for an execution.

“Don’t look so glum, baby,” Liviu said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

That was, frankly, a lie. It worked, though, and Leon’s shoulders dropped slightly.

“Sorry. This probably isn’t how you wanted your night to go.” Bless him, he did look genuinely apologetic, as if he expected Liviu to back off now.

“Well, no, but the night is young.” Liviu thought for a moment. “You know what? How ‘bout this.” He stepped forward and dropped down to his knees. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”

“What the hell…”

Despite cursing, Leon obeyed with barely a second of hesitation, and Liviu made himself comfortable between his knees. He ran his hands up his thighs again, with far more purpose than at the bar. He tamped down the glee he felt at finally getting these thighs in his grasp, but he couldn’t stop himself appreciatively squeezing the widest parts. He moved on, bringing his hands up to Leon’s waistband. There was no resistance as he slowly worked to free Leon’s cock.

Despite the obvious mental hesitation Leon suffered, his cock just as obviously had no qualms letting a man give him pleasure. Liviu took him half-hard into his mouth, and it only took a few moments of moving his tongue before it had swelled to full size.

It was as good as he’d imagined. The taste and smell of Leon’s body, sweat and a bit of alcohol, was invigorating. His cock was the perfect size, like a puzzle piece fit precisely to fill Liviu’s mouth. He dedicated some time to just tracing the fat head of Leon’s dick with his tongue, stroking him with a free hand while the other palmed himself. He didn’t have to fake his enthusiasm, swallowing down every drop of sweat and precum with his tongue. He began to bob his head and moved his hands back to Leon’s thighs, squeezing at the muscle and fat there.

Leon made a brief and futile effort to stay quiet and cool, but he barely lasted a minute before his composure broke. When Liviu raised his gaze and met the shocked gaze of his prey, and sank as far down as he could manage, a jolt went through Leon’s body and he bit out a shocked,

“Shit, shit…”

His hands were balled in tight fists on his thighs, twitching every now and then as if he wanted to touch. He was keeping his chin tucked low, evidently determined to keep looking. Liviu hummed appreciatively, having intended to remind him to watch but delighted that there was no need. Leon seemed mesmerized, barely even blinking. His bottom lip was already red from how he worried it, his jaw grinding slowly as he tried in vain to keep his composure.

As much as Liviu would have loved nothing more than to suck Leon down and drink him dry, he had other hopes for the night. He pulled off with one more enthusiastic slurp, and teased Leon a bit more by tonguing at his tip just to watch the man struggle. When he was done, he rested his cheek on Leon’s clothed thigh, catching his breath.

“Why’d you stop?” Leon already sounded halfway wrecked.

“Do you want to come like this?” Liviu asked bluntly. His voice was on the sexy side of hoarse, spit and precum pooling on his bottom lip as he panted. Leon’s eyes were glued to that spot. “Or do you want more?”

Leon’s dick throbbed against his cheek as the man breathed, “More.”

“Get up on the bed then.”

Leon did the best he could to obey with his pants around his thighs. Liviu didn’t really help, crawling up after him and settling into his lap the moment Leon’s back hit the headboard. He’d been waiting for the opportunity to straddle this waist, and it was everything he’d hoped. He squeezed Leon’s hips in what could be either a comforting or possessive gesture, depending on how Leon was feeling about the situation.

Liviu began to unbutton his shirt but left it halfway down his shoulders in what he knew was an enticing picture. Leon copied him almost exactly, though he left his shirt over his shoulders. When Liviu leaned in to kiss at his jaw, the older man shivered as their bare skin was finally pressed together. Leon had several large scars on his chest and stomach, but seemed to have no qualms at Liviu seeing or touching them.

“I’ve wanted to get my hands on you for a while,” Liviu admitted, dragging his palms down the exposed skin.

He had less body hair than Liviu was expecting, but he wasn’t going to complain. Not when Leon was clearly so willing to be touched. He enthusiastically leaned into Liviu’s touch, though he was keeping his own hands to himself. Rather than opening himself up, his entire body curled forward around Liviu’s, cheek resting against his temple, legs and shoulders keeping Liviu cradled. For this part, Liviu didn’t mind being so close, though he couldn’t really touch him the way he wanted in this position.

He grabbed a fistful of hair, which was just as soft as he’d imagined, and yanked Leon’s head to the side, exposing the softest part of his neck and shoulder to be kissed and bit. Without hesitation, he sank his teeth down into a spot just barely low enough to be hidden by a shirt collar, and aggressively sucked a hickey into the scarred skin. Once he was satisfied, he moved onto a different spot closer to his collarbone, and then another directly over his frantically beating heart.

Leon was a very vocal victim, a steady stream of breathless grunts and curses falling from him. His body gradually relaxed again, giving Liviu more space to touch and move. Leon finally felt brave enough to put his hands on Liviu, unclenching his fists from his sides and moving them up. He grabbed Liviu’s hips with an almost possessive strength, which was insanely hot.

“Don’t be shy,” Liviu teased, leaning back and grabbing Leon’s hands. “Best part of being with a man is getting to touch him.”

He moved Leon’s hands over his own chest, showing him where he wanted to be touched and how. He didn’t allow him any hesitation, forcing him to squeeze his hips and palm his breasts. He hadn’t gotten his breasts chopped off, because they were small enough to be unobtrusive, and he was far too attached to how they felt in a man’s hands or mouth.

Leon was a quick learner, eyes on Liviu’s face and brows drawn together in an adorably focused expression as he stroked and pinched the way he was taught. Though Liviu’s breasts were larger than a cis man’s, they were covered in a fine layer of dark hair that trailed down his chest and belly. Even now, he was not allowing Leon to pretend this was anything other than two men fucking each other.

Liviu could feel the blood pounding through his own body, and he leaned forward and purred against Leon’s throat, “You enjoying yourself so far, baby?”

“Yeah…more than I thought,” Leon admitted.

Liviu hummed, dragging his teeth across Leon’s shoulder, where he was already marked by a nasty scar. “You want me to make you feel even better?”

“Yeah…”

“You want me to show you what it’s like to be a faggot?” He punctuated the word with another bite, choosing an unmarked bit of skin between two scars.

Leon whined, throat bobbing and dick twitching. He didn’t answer verbally, though, so Liviu pulled away to check the situation.

To his surprise, Leon wasn’t looking at him, nor staring blankly into space. Instead, his eyes were on the bedside table. Liviu grinned and leaned back in. He pressed a messy kiss over another scar, dragging his tongue over the knotted skin just to feel Leon shiver again. He slid his hands down Leon’s arms, taking him by the wrists and forcing them over his head quickly and without warning. Leon grunted but didn’t resist as he was pinned back against the headboard.

“Want me to cuff you to the bed?” Liviu asked. He pressed his hips down, giving the cruelest bit of friction against Leon’s neglected dick.

“Yeah…yeah.” Leon swallowed hard, eyes finally focused on Liviu’s face again. His wrists flexed against Liviu’s palms, though he made no attempt to pull himself free.

“What else do you want?” It was a cruel and teasing question. Liviu knew that Leon had no idea.

Sure enough, the answer came, “Just do whatever you want.”

“Whatever I want? You sure about that, baby?” Liviu bit gently at his ear. “I’m a pretty perverted man.”

“You know what you’re doing,” Leon reasoned, with all the conviction of a wet paper bag.

Liviu shivered with delight. He was already so turned on he could barely move, and Leon’s naive pragmatism was only intensifying the heat.

“Whatever you say, baby,” he agreed, tone sweet and teasing.

Leon watched intently as Liviu leaned back and grabbed the cuffs from the table. True to his word, he didn’t resist when they were closed around one wrist, slipped through a decorative hole in the carved wooden headboard, and locked around the other.

As soon as he did it, Liviu realized he should’ve probably stripped Leon of his shirt before suspending his arms above his head. He’d probably have to leave it on him now, which was a shame. He’d only gotten a glimpse of those arms, and he was hungry for more. The way Leon was squirming, though, Liviu was enjoying how uncomfortable he looked, so he decided it was worth it.

He moved to straddle Leon’s thigh and slid his arms around his waist in a brief embrace. He buried his face in Leon’s neck again and ran his hands up and down his back. He felt even more scars back there, burns and punctures and who knew what else. This was a man who had endured a lot of pain.

Surely he could endure some more.

Liviu dragged his nails, long but not too sharp, across the broad expanse of Leon’s back, and the man arched into him, groaning. At the same time, he sucked another hickey, on the other side of his neck as before.

“You did strike me as the type to like getting marked up,” Liviu mused, digging his nails in deeper. He leaned back and began to touch Leon’s front again, with more aggression now that there was very little Leon could do to stop him.

Leon was either starved for touch or just extremely sensitive, shivering as Liviu dragged his flat palms and long nails over his ribs and chest. Palming his chest earned a surprised grunt, and for a moment Liviu enjoyed just squeezing his sizable pecs like a pair of stress balls. He could tell Leon wasn’t quite sure how to feel about it, though he was clearly on the horny side of confused.

Liviu moved his mouth down to Leon’s chest, hands skating further down to his hips and the exposed tops of his thighs. He traced his tongue over a long scar before closing his mouth over his nipple. At the same time, he reached a hand down and took hold of Leon’s dick, which had softened slightly from neglect.

“Oh, shit…!” Leon’s back arched slightly, inching him down the bed the smallest bit. “Fuck, that’s good.”

Liviu gave him a few moments of pure pleasure, sucking and scraping his teeth over his nipple while jerking him off. He began to move his own hips. Though his own dick wasn’t erect yet, that didn’t mean it didn’t feel amazing to drag the sensitive flesh across Leon’s muscular thigh.

Liviu hummed, biting down on his chest. “You like a little pain, baby?”

Leon chuckled breathlessly. “Just a little? I can take it,” he boasted.

Liviu leaned back, looking appraisingly into Leon’s face. There was a stoic determination there, and before it could settle into anything else, he cocked his hand back and slapped him across the face.

The shock of it went through Leon’s entire body, and the next breath he took in was a stuttering gasp. Liviu grabbed his chin and forced Leon to look at him, rubbing his thumb over the growing red spot on his cheek. Those wide, surprised eyes were really doing it for him. There was a brief glint of anger there, but it vanished quickly.

“What the fuck!” Leon grit out, but Liviu could feel his dick twitch in his hand. When he began to pump it again, Leon cursed again. “Fuck!”

“You can take it,” Liviu taunted, not releasing his face. “Can’t you, baby?”

Liviu didn’t have any of his tools, but he had teeth and nails, and he knew how to make the most of them. Leon had an amazing body, with plenty of muscle and fat to sink his claws into. He kept jerking him off as he began to take real, powerful bites out of all the flesh he could easily reach. What his mouth couldn’t mark, his nails did, and just when he saw Leon starting to get used to the onslaught, he leaned back and slapped him again, this time on the other cheek.

“Fuck…” Leon breathed through the shock of this one, eyes half-closed and bottom lip tucked in his teeth.

True to his word, Leon took it like a champ. He wasn't silent, grunting and squirming as Liviu bit and scratched over his chest and stomach, only letting out a yell when Liviu pressed his thumbnail against the swollen head of his cock. Even then, he didn’t tell him to stop, just cursed at the ceiling.

“Are all g—” Leon paused, collecting himself. “…is this normal?” he asked breathlessly. “Or did I luck out and end up taking a sadist home?”

Liviu nuzzled into his shoulder, just above where he had just sucked a massive bruise. “You lucked out,” he said honestly. He could tell Leon wasn’t fully on board yet, still reeling from the last minute or so of new developments. Things were not going to be slowing down anytime soon.

He gave Leon a few more moments of less intense sensation, focusing the movements of his hand on the head of his cock. When he had relaxed again, Liviu moved his hand down Leon’s cock and dipped even further, cupping Leon’s balls before rubbing his wet fingers at the skin below it. Based on the way he tried to jerk away, this was new territory.

“Had anything in your ass before?” he asked, though he didn’t need to.

“No!” Leon huffed. “I’ve done it to a woman before, but I already told you I’m not…”

“Taking something up the ass doesn’t make you gay,” Liviu interrupted teasingly, dipping his finger lower towards his prize. “Taking it from me will make you gay, though.”

“Thought you said this was exploration,” Leon laughed tersely. That he was still joking was a good sign.

“Nah, baby, I’m converting you.” Liviu sat up, back to business. “You got lube?”

“In the drawer.” Leon jerked his chin over.

Liviu slid off of him, leaving him completely deprived for a moment. He took his time retrieving the lube, a small bottle of fairly cheap stuff. He really should’ve brought his own stuff, but he honestly hadn’t expected to be in this position tonight. If he’d known, he would’ve had a whole bag of toys ready…

“You just gonna leave me here?” Leon asked, challenging Liviu in a familiar cocky deadpan.

“I’m coming. You look really cute, though, so I could stand to leave you there a while.”

“Cute? Yeah, right.” Leon scoffed and flipped his hair out of his eyes, glaring without much heat. It was hard to look intimidating when you were cuffed to a bed and so hard it looked painful.

“Really, baby, you’re adorable.”

Liviu got back on the bed, this time kneeling between Leon’s legs, which immediately spread because Liviu had chosen a good whore.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” Strong words from a man with a dick currently leaking like a broken faucet.

Liviu took that dick, more honest than the man it was attached to, back in hand, earning Leon’s immediate forgiveness with a few twists of his wrist as he lubed up the fingers on his other hand. He settled down on his stomach and took just Leon's first inch or two into his mouth. The older man was once again staring at him, though he’d slid so far down the bed that it was a lot more difficult than it had been when Liviu was on his knees. It was hot to watch his muscles flex as he strained to watch, though, so Liviu made no effort to make it any easier on him.

He kept his attention to Leon’s dick to a minimum, not wanting him to get too close to coming. But he knew he needed to keep him somewhat relaxed, especially if he had never done anything with his own hole before.

Liviu started slow, massaging around his asshole until the muscles in his thighs relaxed. Remembering Leon’s cocky “I can take it,” he was a bit forceful when he pushed the first finger in, and got only a surprised grunt in response.

“Shit, that’s weird…” Leon was grinding his teeth, head falling back as he got used to the new intrusion. “What the fuck…”

Liviu chose to believe that was good weird, massaging Leon inside and out until he could fit another finger in. Only then did he push in deeper, crooking his fingers to show him what this was all about. This got a stronger reaction. He had already let his jaw go slack, anticipating that Leon would buck up and shove his cock nearly down Liviu’s throat. A true professional, Liviu didn’t gag, letting Leon take what pleasure he needed to make this moment happen. He didn’t let him escape the sensation of being penetrated, though, sinking his fingers in deeper and starting to thrust even as he swallowed around his cock.

Leon was taking everything so far with the stoic resilience Liviu had expected, still expecting to come out of this encounter more secure in his heterosexuality. That was not going to happen.

Liviu pulled off his dick, looking him in the eye before sinking his teeth where his thigh and hip met and thrusting hard at his prostate simultaneously. Leon whined high and loud, but the leg that kicked out wasn’t the one Liviu held in his mouth. He didn’t let go with his teeth even as Leon bucked and squirmed. Not until he thought he might actually break skin did Liviu release. He rested his cheek right against the angry red mark and looked up at Leon, enraptured by the way his face twisted.

He was clearly starting to get overwhelmed. A single tear slid down his face, getting lost immediately in the sweat that had already gathered on his red cheeks. He was whining softly with every exhale, an angelic and addicting sound.

“Still weird?” Liviu asked, half mocking as he began to scissor his two fingers in preparation for adding a third. He began to aggressively suck hickies into his thighs, not letting him get too much pain without pleasure.

Leon didn’t answer, not even when the third finger breached him. It wasn’t until Liviu began to spread those three fingers that he cried out,

“Wait, wait, I need a minute…”

Liviu paused, looking up through his lashes. He hummed questioningly, all faux innocence. “Yes? Is something the matter?”

“Oh fuck you,” Leon breathed. “I’ve never done this before. It feels like you’ve got your whole hand inside me.”

“Just half a hand. Gimme some time, I could fit the whole thing.”

“Don’t you dare—shit!”

Liviu pulled his fingers out suddenly, holding Leon’s gaze as he reached down between his own legs. Leon didn’t even follow the motion, holding Liviu’s gaze instead. That was just one of the mistakes he’d made tonight.

He played at giving Leon a break, curling his own body into an awkward position to accomplish both his goals at once. He began to lick and suck at Leon’s cock, at the same time grabbing his own balls with intent. As he began to swallow Leon’s cock down again, he began to stiffen them both, timing bobs of his head head with squeezes of the pump until he was fully erect.

“You mind if I get my pants off?” he asked coyly once he was ready.

“Be my guest.” Leon sounded far away.

Liviu suspected that Leon still did not have any idea what he was in for tonight. This was confirmed when he scooted off the bed and slid his pants and underwear off in one motion, fully exposing his bottom half.

Leon’s eyes widened. “Holy shit…”

Liviu hadn’t had his breasts chopped off, but he’d splurged on his dick. It was thick and, props to his tattoo artist, very pretty. He’d even pushed the surgeon to give him more girth, purely because he liked to watch men’s faces as they tried to take him. Three fingers to prepare Leon’s ass was the minimum he could’ve done, but he wasn’t about to take it easy on such a cocky bottom.

“Expecting a pussy?” Liviu teased. “Don’t worry…I’ve got that too.” He put one foot up on the bedside table and leaned back, lifting everything just enough to give Leon a glimpse of what he wouldn’t have. He still had his pussy tucked back behind his balls, and even his t-dick that only his most well-behaved bottoms got to put their mouths on. Neither of those would be relevant tonight, though. Whether Leon behaved or not, Liviu was here on a mission.

Liviu got back on the bed and swung his leg over Leon’s hips, settling down in the man’s lap and pressing their cocks together. He wrapped his hand around them and began to rock his hips. Both he and Leon shivered in tandem at the new sensation. Liviu was briefly overwhelmed at the slide of warm skin on skin, nerves and heart alight. After just a few moments, Leon began to move his hips as well, growling low in his chest.

“Fuck, that’s…new…” he groaned.

New didn’t seem to translate to bad, because he was soon moving quite enthusiastically, even using the resistance from the cuffs to give himself more leverage to thrust. His eyes were screwed shut, and as cute as he looked as he struggled against the onslaught, Liviu didn’t want him to forget what was happening.

“Look at us, baby,” he crooned. “Look how good my cock makes you feel.”

Leon obeyed after a moment, straining to watch their cocks slide together, slick with lube and his own precum. It was a pretty sight, Leon’s head blushing and weeping, Liviu’s dick dark and thick moving on top of him. He throbbed in Liviu’s grip, leaking more as he watched the feverish frotting. His hips began to stutter, overwhelmed by shame or pleasure.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted.

His eyes closed again, and Liviu didn’t push it this time. He could see how close Leon was to tipping over the edge, and he wanted to watch it happen. He set his mind to rocking in tandem, letting them each feel each other’s full length. It certainly wasn’t an imposition to do so: this felt amazing. The feeling of his palm and fingers was familiar to both of them, but there was something indescribably different and addicting about another man sliding against you. Liviu doubted he could come from this, but Leon? Leon looked like he was barely holding on.

Finally, it happened. Leon’s face twisted and he groaned long and deep in his chest. Liviu’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help staring. He needed to commit this sight to memory. Leon’s face was flushed and relaxed now, his hard mouth quirked in a small delirious smile. He looked disgustingly pretty as he came, his severe features softening into a relaxed expression of bliss. Even as he came, pouring himself into Liviu’s waiting palm, he kept moving, chasing more pleasure. With each stuttering thrust, his face grew redder and his brow went softer.

Liviu reached up with his clean hand and brushed Leon’s bangs out of his eyes, blinking in surprise as the older man chased after the touch of his fingertips. The moment was strangely tender, and Liviu almost felt bad for planning to ruin it. He gave Leon what he clearly wanted and cradled his cheek, letting him come down with a gentle touch.

“Fuck,” Leon whispered, body going limp as he let out one long breath.

Liviu kissed Leon’s chest, squeezing their cocks together one more time before letting go. He had caught as much of Leon’s cum as he could in his palm and began to spread it over his own dick, sighing at the sensation. Let it never be said cis gay men didn’t produce their own lubrication. He moved back to his previous position sitting up on his knees between Leon’s spread legs. He began to move things where he wanted them, shifting Leon’s relaxed hips and rubbing his lube-and-cum-coated fingers over his still loosened hole. He saw the dots being connected in Leon’s head as the man came down from his high, but he didn’t have a chance to even close his legs before Liviu had the head of his dick lined up with his ass.

“Don’t hold your breath,” he warned cheekily, and pushed the head of his cock in.

Leon grunted, low and shocked. “What the fuck are you doing?” His anger was undercut by the post-orgasmic zen he was trying to crawl out of, though not fast enough.

“What does it feel like I’m doing?” Liviu shifted his weight, microthrusting just the tip of himself inside Leon’s ass. “I’m fucking you. Or I’m about to be, anyway.”

“Wait, no…”

“You can’t back out now,” Liviu admonished him, and pushed in further. He almost lost his composure as he slid forward. He’d prepped Leon enough that he wasn’t going to injure him, but he was far tighter than if Liviu had taken his time. His orgasm had loosened him slightly more, but not enough to make this an easy fit. It was a suffocating heat, like Leon’s body was a vessel made purely for Liviu’s own pleasure.

Leon’s face crumpled as Liviu continued to loosen him with smaller and gentler thrusts, eyes screwed shut, cheeks flushed and shining with sweat. He whined low and breathy, voice breaking. There was no way Liviu was stopping now, not when he looked like this.

“Wait, I don’t want…”

Leon’s next words were cut off as Liviu thrust in even further, a little faster than the hasty prep called for. It probably felt like torture to be fucked through the sensitivity, but he decided it had been a good idea to let Leon get off before he started fucking him. Leon’s body was still shivering in the aftershocks, loose and malleable even as he tried to resist. Liviu knew the push would burn, like a muscle stretched too far, at the moment you wondered if it was possible to rip your own skin open. He stopped pushing in when the squeezing warmth around his dick became erratic and panicked. He could take his time now that he was inside, knowing it wouldn’t take long for Leon to relax again if he played his cards right.

“There you go,” he whispered comfortingly, leaning in to press his mouth to the closest patch of flushed skin. “Breathe through it, baby.”

Leon tried to pull away, but at the angle he was laying, he had nowhere to go. He’d slid so far down the bed that his arms were stretched upwards, his head bent at an angle nearly too sharp, and he was not going anywhere unless Liviu played along, which would of course not be happening.

“You’re taking it like a good faggot, aren’t you?” he crooned. He reached down and stretched Leon’s cheeks and hole. He slid in just a little bit more from that small movement alone, making both of them groan. “You were really made for this, huh?”

“No…” Leon tried to resist again, and again only succeeded in digging himself in deeper. “Fuck you, I’m not—” A full-body shiver interrupted him before he could continue protesting, and the next noise out of his mouth was a groan as Liviu adjusted his angle and pushed in the rest of the way. “Fuck…”

Liviu gave him a moment to adjust. Taking him was a challenge, a bit more than anyone was sure they could manage at first, but he always found a way to make sure his bottoms would take it. Though if he wanted this to last as long as he planned, he would have to pace both of their bodies. Liviu leaned forward, pretending to ignore how the movement made Leon hiss. He ran his hands over Leon’s chest and stomach, where sweat and spit pooled in the dips of his body. He grabbed his chest, squeezing the thick muscle and fat appreciatively. He let the residual cum on his hands smear over the sparse chest hair, because it was a really good look. He began to massage his nipples, which were still hard despite everything.

“You’ve got really nice tits, baby,” he said admiringly.

“Fuck you.” Leon tried to spit it out like an insult, he really did, but there was no strength behind it. He was struggling to take full breaths and his body was shaking. He was in no position to fight back right now. “Get the fuck out of me, you bastard.”

“Afraid not.” Liviu pinched both his nipples hard, delighting in the sharp intake of breath. “Whatever I want, remember? You said it yourself.”

Liviu didn’t want him to actually have a panic attack, because he was pretty sure Leon could easily break his hips with his thighs if he really wanted to, so he stayed still just a moment longer. He continued to play with Leon’s chest, pinching and twisting his nipples with increasing strength until the older man was far more focused on that than the dick in his ass.

“Fuck…” Leon was almost as tense as when they’d first began, eyes squeezed shut. “You fucking bastard.”

He gave his tits a break and massaged the tensest areas of Leon’s body until the muscles betrayed him and began to relax again under his hands and he began to breathe normally again.

He gave Leon four full, deep breaths before he began to fuck him, taking advantage of the infinitesimal relaxation Leon had allowed himself. He wrapped his arms under his legs and pulled him back by the hips. This made Leon slip down the bed even further, arms now nearly flat against the headboard, all leverage lost, completely at Liviu’s mercy. He had no choice now but take what Liviu was giving him, which at the moment was a deep and thorough fucking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” The curses slipped out through gritted teeth. Leon’s entire body was shaking with tension as he tried to pull on the cuffs. This accomplished nothing except giving Liviu a show of his muscles flexing.

Liviu was keeping only half an eye on him as he thrust deep into the tight heat of Leon’s ass. Holding him so close, he had very little space to pull out. Every thrust felt like he was digging himself in deeper, like they were one step closer to being joined permanently. Judging by the grunts that Leon was trying and failing to suppress, he had the angle perfect to bring them both as much pleasure as possible with his shallow thrusts. Maybe it was just the buzz of his triumph, but this felt better than anything he could remember. He could stay inside of Leon forever, microthrusting deep inside the suffocating embrace of him.

This had all been worth it. Leon’s hole was greedy, tight and hot, and for all the cursing he was doing, he wasn’t in a position to do anything more than let Liviu fuck him. His strong thighs embraced Liviu’s hips, twitching and shaking but not flailing or kicking at him. And he looked amazing, eyes still closed tight as if he could pretend it wasn’t happening if he couldn’t see it, mouth hanging open and betraying him by letting out a stream of drooling groans. Liviu was only slightly better, not holding back his own moans.

Liviu wanted more. He pushed Leon’s legs out and up, pulling out as far as he dared before shoving all the way in with enough force to shake the entire bed. He wasn’t quite folding him in half, but it was close enough that he could fuck him like he wanted. In this position, Liviu could pick up more speed and hit him right where it mattered, punching those pathetic whimpers out of him with almost every breath. With Leon’s legs spread like this, the slide in and out was easy, made easier by the small amount of extra lube he poured.

Leon wasn’t a screamer, but he whined like a fucking dog as Liviu fucked him, and it was unbelievably hot. His face was flushed and red, sandwiched between his arms that he had almost completely immobilized with how far he’d slid down the bed. He was trying to muffle his voice against his own bicep, which Liviu might’ve let him do if he was in a different mood. He was enjoying himself far too much, however.

“C’mon, baby,” he crooned, daring to move his hands off of Leon’s hips to stroke at his stomach and chest again. He pressed hard on the bruises he’d left earlier, though his dexterity was severely lacking and he couldn’t make it hurt the way he wanted. Even so, Leon whimpered sweetly. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Fuck…you…” Leon grit out, but only a moment later let out a long shuddering groan, clenching around Liviu as he still tried to fight the inevitable. His soft cock was leaking all over his hips and stomach, further betraying him.

Liviu reluctantly brought himself to a halt, and Leon whined again like a kicked dog.

“What are you doing now?” he gasped out, each word clearly an effort.

Liviu waited until Leon opened his eyes and looked at him, and then braced himself back on his feet.

“You’re making me do all the work, baby,” he pointed out. “Don’t lay there like a dead fish.” He reached down and stroked at his hips. “It’ll feel so much better, I promise.”

Leon opened his eyes and fixed him in a hard stare, brows drawn together and mouth in a firm line. At first, Liviu thought he was actually going to crush him to death with his legs. If he did, it would be a great way to go, balls deep in his ass having left his mark all over Leon’s body.

Then, Leon’s body relaxed again and he closed his eyes in surrender. He didn’t put up a fight at all as Liviu began to shift both of their bodies, moving Leon into a nearly perfect bridge pose.

“Like this,” he said, soft and mocking, and moved Leon’s hips up and down.

“Fuck you,” Leon grit out again, and Liviu just laughed and stayed perfectly still.

If Leon wanted any more, he was going to have to work for it.

He didn’t have to wait too long. Hesitantly, gracelessly, Leon began to move his hips up and down, fucking himself on Liviu’s cock. Only when he was satisfied that Leon was really trying did Liviu start to move again, meeting his bounces with strong thrusts upward. Leon clearly wasn’t sure how to do navigate from the receiving end, and Liviu gave him a little help by keeping his hands on Leon’s hips and keeping him steady.

The pace he’d set before was gone, replaced by something deeper and stronger. Leon’s thighs were shaking as he bounced himself down onto Liviu’s hips, which drove up into him eagerly. Every thrust punched the breath out of both of them as Liviu buried himself as deep inside he could. He could feel sparks of heat in his belly, his orgasm approaching far faster than he wanted. At this pace, though, he would last a bit longer.

Time seemed to slow for a while, the whole world gone except for their two bodies, sweaty, trembling, joined in the gayest possible way Liviu could facilitate. Sweat and spit and precum all soaked together on the bed beneath them, the smell combining into one heady cocktail. Every thrust was a delicious glide of flesh, his nerves alight with pleasure. His head fell forward and he let his eyes close, falling into the overwhelming sensation.

Leon’s ass was made for him, enveloping and hot. His hips flexed and shook under Liviu’s palms, but he was being so good, fucking himself just the way Liviu wanted him to. It made his heart sing.

Liviu’s head shot up when he heard a sniffle. A shocked shiver went through him when he saw that Leon was crying. His long, pretty eyelashes were nearly glittering as they fluttered against his wet cheeks. His body shook as he tried to resist breaking down while still fucking himself on Liviu’s cock. Every now and then, a sob would overwhelm him despite his best efforts, and his wet gasps went straight to Liviu's dick.

“You’re so fucking pretty, baby,” Liviu breathed in wonder. His stomach was fluttering, something dangerously close to endearment growing in the depths of him. “Fuck, you’re the prettiest faggot I’ve ever fucking seen.”

The compliment hit Leon like a bullet, his entire body jolting as he cried. He didn't deny it anymore, fully losing himself to how good it all felt. Not just Liviu's dick, but his hands, his mouth, his nails, his teeth...all of that had brought him here.

“Fuck, yes, like that, fuck…” Leon was muttering incoherently, wet eyes now wide open, trailing over Liviu’s face and body eagerly. “Fuck, I didn’t think I actually could…fuck…” His head fell back, and with one last whimpering sob, he came again. He went tense and quiet for just a moment, and then relaxed with such intensity it almost threw Liviu off balance.

A nicer top would’ve pulled out now and finished himself off with his hand, but Leon hadn’t brought home a nice top. Liviu used all his strength to push forward and fold Leon fully in half into a mating press. The sounds from beneath him went from contented to fussy to nearly panicked as Liviu fucked him into and past overstimulation. Leon’s sobs got louder and more desperate as he was pushed far beyond his limit.

Fucking Leon had been so fucking good before, and it was nigh-euphoric now. Post-orgasm, his hole was loose and welcoming, flexing weakly against Liviu’s welcome intrusion. His entire body was shaking, but he arched his back eagerly into the feeling of Liviu’s chest against his own. His legs wrapped loosely around Liviu’s ribs, pulling him closer in every way he could. He gasped and choked on his tears, but Liviu heard the whisper beneath the slap of their skin:

“Don’t stop…”

He didn't. It was nearly another minute before Liviu felt his own climax hit, a breathless, “Fuck, baby,” on his lips as he buried himself as far in Leon as he could physically go. He fell forward and covered Leon’s upper body with his own. He let his head dip down, resting on Leon’s chest. He realized belatedly he was probably going to get cum in his hair, but it was too late now. He let Leon’s feet fall to the bed, not having the strength to keep him folded up anymore.

The headboard groaned as Leon relaxed his arms, letting himself go fully limp. He was trembling, and Liviu shakily pet at his sides. His sobs finally began to quiet and his heartbeat against Liviu’s ear began to slow down. He mumbled something, slurred and breathless, and Liviu hummed in response.

“Speak up, baby.” He was breathless now, having lost most of his bravado to sheer pleasure and exhaustion.

“Aren’t you…fuck…” he trailed off with a full-body shiver. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” He was clearly going for his usual bantering tone, but he sounded barely a step above begging. He sounded genuinely hurt that Liviu had done all this to him, and had not given him a kiss.

Liviu’s eyes flew open, surprised. Leon had been cursing him out not too long ago, for one. For another… Liviu didn’t kiss one night stands, or his arms-length regular fucks, or anyone. The kiss at the beginning of the night had been a tactic to get Leon to relax, just another part of the game. He pushed himself up and opened his mouth to drop a quick denial, but looking down at Leon’s face stopped him.

The man was lost, face flushed, eyes glassy, mouth hanging open. His hair was sticking to his forehead, curling in the cutest manner Liviu had ever seen. He was looking at Liviu like there was no one else in the world, like everything he wanted was on his lips. He looked satiated, nearly satisfied save for one final request.

Liviu’s heart twisted uncomfortably.

“Please?” Leon again aimed for cocky and landed on pathetic, and Liviu’s pity took over.

It would be easier to pull out, but Liviu didn’t want to lose his already tenuous control of the situation. So he instead used his bodyweight to push Leon's knees up to his shoulders and pressed their lips together. Leon immediately sighed in delight despite being folded in half with Liviu’s still-hard dick sinking deeper into his ass.

This was a kiss, a real kiss. It was another disarmingly tender touch, and Liviu wanted to pull away almost immediately. He couldn’t bring himself to. As much as it terrified him, something about the way Leon melted into it tugged him to stay.

Leon didn’t kiss filthily. It was as straightforward and honest as everything else he did. He kissed like this was something real, like Liviu was something he’d wanted from the beginning. He thrust his tongue out, artlessly at first and then with finesse, invading Liviu’s mouth as thoroughly as Liviu was invading his ass. When he fell away for air, he didn’t go far, panting against Liviu’s face, barely any strength left even to whimper. He turned his head so their cheeks were pressed together and they breathed in each other’s space for far longer than Liviu had planned.

Liviu stayed in place for a little while longer. He didn’t really have a choice. The older man had his legs wrapped fully around him, trapping him as thoroughly as he himself was trapped. His heart was pounding uncomfortably, the triumph of the night soured by the terror that was rising up from his belly. He was shaking. His lips were burning. He didn’t know whether he wanted to find comfort in Leon’s unorthodox embrace or to wriggle free of it.

Leon did eventually relax enough that Liviu could pull out and away. They both hissed when they pulled apart, the lube and cum have long stopped working effectively. Leon watched through a haze of blissful exhaustion as Liviu cleaned himself up and deflated his cock with practiced manipulation of his balls and shaft. He didn’t react when Liviu cleaned him up with some tissues he found in a box on the floor, not even mumbling a “thank you" as all the cum and lube were wiped off his ass and thighs. A little rude.

Liviu stood beside the bed for a moment, coming back to his body and the moment. His lips were burning.

“Are you just gonna leave me here?” Leon asked again, bringing Liviu back. His tone had regained some strength, and he sounded almost like his normal self. Almost.

“Depends. Are you going to try and kill me if I let you down?” He said it in a distracted and casual tone, though they both knew he was only half joking. He was struggling to stay calm, and distracted himself trying to find the trash bin to throw away the cum-and-sweat-soaked tissues.

“…I thought about it,” Leon admitted. “I won’t, though.”

“I appreciate the honesty.” Liviu gave up, dropping the tissues on the bedside table and starting to rifle through the drawers.

Leon should really have considered himself lucky that he had the foresight to keep the keys to his own handcuffs nearby, because Liviu would have no way of freeing him otherwise. As he unlocked each wrist, he worried at the skin that had been rubbed completely raw in some places. There were even a few spots of blood where Leon had tried to free himself despite the obvious pain. What kind of idiot played with actual metal handcuffs?

When Liviu brought the torn skin to his mouth, Leon asked, “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m kissing it better, baby,” he answered. His lips were burning. "Thought you wanted me to kiss you."

It wasn’t as hard to kiss Leon when Liviu’s lips caused a hiss of pain, but Leon still didn’t pull away. He just watched, eyes half-lidded and mouth pulled down into not-quite-a-frown. When he did finally pull his wrists away, it was gently and without malice. Why was he still here?

“Next time I’ll bring you some nicer cuffs. You’re gonna kill yourself with these,” he mused aloud. He licked the corner of his mouth, where a bit of blood had smeared. “I have a pair I think you’ll really like. Manly, but comfortable.” He was using his customer service voice, like Leon was back in the clothier getting measured for a suit.

“Next time? What the hell makes you think there will be a next time?” Leon sat up and rubbed at his chafed wrists. He began to roll his shoulders, wincing as blood flow returned to neglected places. They still weren’t looking at each other. “You’re…” He trailed off, not committing to whatever insult he’d prepared.

“A bad guy?” Liviu supplied helpfully.

Leon didn’t answer.

Liviu reached out and began to mechanically stroke Leon’s hair. It was still soft, even though it was all sweaty. It felt nice. He did not dignify Leon's earlier question with a response. Leon hadn't kicked him out, and was letting him sit on his bed, and kiss his bloody wrists and pet his gross wet hair. Liviu was a bad guy, but Leon clearly wasn’t above letting a bad guy have his way with him. So long as he kissed him after.