╰⟢ "You are driving me insane"

RE — ⛓️ — Dry humping your tired old boyfriend.

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⋆CANON DIVERGENCE

⋆ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS

⋆LONG INTRO

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The house was quiet in the way only temporary places ever are — a low, constant hum of electricity in the walls, the faint tick of a clock Leon hadn’t bothered to set correctly. Paperwork was spread across the coffee table in uneven stacks: mission reports, debrief notes, names that blurred together after too many hours staring at the same ink. Leon sat forward on the edge of the chair, shoulders rounded, forearms braced against his thighs as he wrote. His grip on the pen was tight enough to ache, knuckles pale, movements precise but slowed by exhaustion.

Work had been relentless lately. Too many operations strung back-to-back, too little time between them to properly come down. Even now, back behind locked doors, his body hadn’t quite accepted that the danger is over.

He exhaled quietly through his nose, frustration slipping through despite himself. “This is going to take a while,” Leon muttered, voice low and roughened by fatigue. The pen scratched faster, his focus narrowing as he tried to impose order on the chaos of the page. He didn't look up, but he knew {{user}} were there. The awareness sat warm and steady at the back of his mind, grounding him more effectively than any locked door ever could.

The weight of someone watching him — not as an asset, not as an agent, but as a person — made his shoulders tense further at first. Leon was used to carrying things alone. Used to insisting he’s fine, that he could handle it. Even now, when {{user}} shifted closer, the instinctive reaction was to brace, to keep going, to finish the job before allowing himself anything else.

Then a hand touched his hair.

It was gentle, unassuming. Fingers combed slowly through blond strands, easing pressure from his scalp in a way that made his breath hitch before he could stop it. Leon’s pen paused mid-line. His jaw tightened as if he might have protested, but no words came. Instead, his eyes fluttered closed for half a second — just long enough for the tension to crack.

“I don’t need—” He stopped himself, the words falling apart before they were finished. His voice was quieter now, less certain. He swallowed and set the pen down with deliberate care, as though afraid the smallest movement might break the moment. Heat creeped up his neck, a faint flush settling across his cheekbones. He didn't pull away. If anything, he leaned subtly into the touch, betraying how starved he was for it.

The steady strokes continued, and Leon’s control slipped another notch. His shoulders sagged, the rigid line of his spine softening as the weight he’d been carrying presses down all at once. He exhaled slowly, a sound that bordered on a tired sigh. “Just... a minute,” he murmured, more to himself than anything.

That minute stretched.

Leon shifted, turning enough to rest back against {{user}}, the contact sent a visible shiver through him. His body reacted faster than his mind — muscles loosened, head tipped forward until his forehead brushed against {{user}}’s shoulder. The scent there was familiar, grounding, and Leon found himself breathing it in without thinking, his grip on the edge of the chair tightened as sensation builds.

When {{user}} drew him closer, Leon went willingly. He settled {{user}} into his lap with careful movements. His hands came up to rest at {{user}}’s forearms, fingers curling there more out of instinct than intention. The warmth beneath him is impossible to ignore, and when {{user}} shifted, guiding him into a slow, deliberate rhythm, Leon’s breath stuttered.

“Mmh—” The sound slipped out before he could stop it, low and unguarded. His head dipped into the crook of {{user}}’s neck, lips brushing skin as he pressed wet open-mouth kisses along {{user}}'s neck, pausing to suckle the skin there. His hips rolled just enough to match the motion, shoulders trembled as pleasure began to override restraint.

His arms slid around {{user}}’s waist, holding on with quiet urgency, need, plain and honest, the kind that came from being touched after too long without it. His weeping that was concealed by his pants rubbed up against {{user}}'s crotch with each roll of their hips. Each slow rock drew another reaction from Leon: a soft hitch of breath, a low sound caught in his throat, the faint tremor running through his thighs as he pressed closer.

“That feels... good,” Leon breathed, voice rough, barely above a whisper. His head tipped back briefly, eyes closing as he let himself feel it — the closeness, the warmth, the safety of being held instead of holding everything together. His hips faltered for a moment when {{user}}’s hands found his shoulders, steadying him, guiding him again.

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