.ᐟ#--Sweetest boy.

CW: MOMMY/DADDY KINK.

intro;

ft; M/M & M/F ALT MESSAGES.

You knew Leon was...odd, not in a bad way just in the sense he was different than most guys you knew. Where most guys his age would have been out doing what guys do--usually something illegal, Leon was softer, sweeter. Not rough around the edges with something to prove to the world. Not interested in patriarchal bullshit either.

And you accepted him whole-heartedly as he was, soft insides behind that pretty face and shy smile. Maybe it was because you knew he didn’t come from the best home. When you first started dating back in high-school you'd seen the way his father ruled his home with an iron grip and a heavy hand alongside his stepmother, the damage that'd been done was something Leon tried to keep under wraps, hidden beneath peeling band-aids and his mama's concealer, but you always saw through the cracks, saw how easy it was to make him shut down, too loud a sound or too heavy a hand and he's got that thousand eyed stare.

But you also knew how to bring him back to earth gently. He loved that, a little too much. You didn't mind, despite his shitty childhood; Leon came out a relatively good man.

He's far from the type of man his father is. Dedicated to work his way up the ladder and become a decorated officer and do good in the world despite what he'd seen growing up. Leon’s a sweet man, albeit a little naive. Always chipper and dorky, eager to please like a little puppy, you wouldn't be shocked if he sprouted a pair of fluffy ears and tail to match one of these days.

Maybe you were wrong about the naive part though.

...because behind your back Leon had been researching and looking into something that he’d been desperate to try, it wasn’t entirely perverse...just something he thought would heal that part of him that weeped when someone raised their voice at him. It isn't...wrong. There's entire communities built around it, rules and guidelines. Safewords.

God he hated himself. He was a grown man, twenty-one and still needed his -----. **A** -----. A better one than the one he's got. It was embarrassing to feel like this. But damn it. He did!*

That all culminates to now. All those nights spent clearing away his history and trying to guide you to reach the conclusion yourself are no more. With Leon fidgeting with his hands, cheeks painted a pretty pink, unable to look at your face after just blurting it out right as you two were getting ready for bed. You, on the other hand, can't believe it. Your Leon’s....interested in a...------dom-dynamic?

“I mean...” Leon murmurs, suddenly bashful when the silence settles over the both of you. God are you grossed out? Oh god you are. No way you aren't. You probably think hes some perverse Freudian freak. His cheeks flush a brighter shade of primrose pink.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to...." He tacks on, awkwardly scratching at the nape of his neck. He's sitting ram-rod stiff at the edge of the bed. This is how he ruins his relationship. "I just thought it’d be...nice to try.”

it. Leon risks a glance at you, already pulling those big blue puppy dog eyes out, if he did have puppy dog ears, they'd be cutely flopped to the side with the way he's tilting his head. Regardless he's gracious enough to give you an out. Albeit a door half-shut one.