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( It's a few days later, Yuri has had the opportunity to organise the donations he's received so far, and as the evening gives way to night he finds himself reaching for his phone to scroll for a particular number. When he finds it, he taps the screen thoughtfully before committing to the message: )

Hey, handsome.

I'm in the mood.

i'll be on my way then
you need me to bring anything special?

Not unless there's something particular you like that you don't think I'll have.

Feel free to surprise me, though. I'm an open-minded type.

i'll keep it in mind
i'll see you in a little while

Looking forward to it.

[It's not a date, not so much as a bootycall, but that doesn't mean he doesn't try to doll himself up a bit, his makeup a bit neater, some more purple instead of just black. An effort was made, therefore he cannot be judged.

In one hand, he definitely has brought wine, just in case Yuri's in the mood for it. Then, Leone knocks on the door.]

You called?

( It's not a date, because Yuri doesn't do dates. Everything starts getting complicated when that little word gets brought to the table - it's easier for everyone involved if things remain informal and enjoyable.

That said, informality no reason not to look his best for his guest. Yuri pics a simple, flattering outfit of high-waisted dark trousers and a silver-grey blouse, his eyeliner deadly and his lips a berry red. When he answers the door it's with an easy smile and an appreciative once-over: )

And you came. I like that in a man.

( He notices the bottle as he steps aside for Leone; )

... I've gotta say, the wine is a nice touch. Fancy a glass?

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Sure. I always love a glass with a good meal.

[And you know he's looking at one.

Anyway. He slips inside, but he does offer the wine bottle out to Yuri. Usually, he goes cheaper if he's drinking alone, but this is supposed to be a good night, so it's not bad quality.]

Too soon and bold to ask what you like?

( Yuri huffs a laugh at Leone's comment about a good meal, leading him through to the (now familiar) kitchen where he pours them two glasses of the wine. When he moves to his guest to pass him his drink he lingers by him for a moment, close enough to feel the warmth of his body, and tilts his head just so as he considers his question. )

It depends on the mood.

( With a hand now free up, Yuri lifts it to splay his palm against the form muscle of Leone's chest. He's bigger than him, taller than him, but that doesn't seem to faze Yuri at all, and the smile at his lips shifts to a mischievous little smirk as he indulges in a sip of his wine. )

Soft and gentle doesn't really do it for me, though.

( He moves to step away again and give Leone a little space. )

And usually I like to be the one calling the shots, but's been a while since I had a guy like you all to myself. ( He raises an eyebrow. ) So ... I'm willing to be accommodating.

[The glass is taken, but he does pause briefly at the hand on his chest. Opposite of a problem really; Yuri is a very tempting man, very alluring in many ways.]

See, that actually works for me.

[He reaches out, tucking some of Yuri's hair behind an ear.]

I like it better when I'm following someone else's directions. So whether you want me to give you my mouth all to yourself, or take you against the wall -- I don't care.

Oh yeah?

( Yuri's smile turns indulgent as Leon's fingers move through his hair. He's fucked in all sorts of different ways in his time — when he was a sex worker in Enbarr, it ranged from playing the pretty damsel in distress to putting nobles 'back in their place' — and when it comes to men? Yuri is aware that his personal preferences lean towards either being completely, utterly wrecked, or stepping on them in his best heels.

If Leone is already inclined towards taking direction, well ... )

Then it looks like this is gonna work out pretty well for the both of us.

( He sips his wine, before gesturing for Leone to follow him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. )

C'mon. I like that wall idea, but not here.

Not one to mess one your kitchen, huh? That's fair.

[He smiles crookedly before he nods, inclining that he'll follow.

It's easier this way. Just letting someone tell him what to do, especially someone that he can perceive as being stronger than him. It isn't physical strength -- he has that plenty -- but someone else with a stronger sense of self. That's better. Much better.

It certainly doesn't hurt that Yuri is beautiful and charming.

Leone drinks wine on the way, careful to keep nothing from spilling.]

( Contrary to what might be expected, Yuri's room is oddly impersonal. Yes, the clothes draped over the chair and makeup at the vanity indicate the type of person who lives there, but beyond that? Yuri isn't used to having a space that he can truly call his own. In Abyss he shared a small dorm space with Balthus and a few loyal goons, and he didn't live with Count Rowe for long enough to feel like his room was truly his.

It's apparent now, in the fact that the bedroom seems a little too much like a show room. Yuri flicks on the dimmer to bathe them in a warm amber glow, then turns back to Leone as he indulges in another little sip of his wine. )

Welcome.

( He teases, his smile easy and inviting, before reaching over to place his glass on the dresser. )

We can mess things up as much as we like in here.

[For a moment, the room makes him think of his own, both here and one of the old, shitty apartments he had back in Napoli. No real personal touches, nothing to indicate settling down. The observations will settle into Leone's mind and he'll undoubtedly ponder them for awhile, but right now he knows what he's been called.

So he finishes his glass before setting it aside.]

What a nice welcome you've given me.

[Leone approaches, but he doesn't reach out, tempting as it might be.]

Tell me that I can touch you.

( Yuri tilts his head just so as he takes Leone's wrist, then guides his palm to settle against the curve of his waist. )

You can touch me.

( He replies, moving in a step closer as he slides his hands up the other man's chest. Leone is gorgeous - striking and stunning - which Yuri evidently appreciates, his gaze hot beneath the dark fan of his lashes. )

And you can kiss me.

( His lips quirk at that, just a hint of a smile. Yuri reaches up, twirling a lock of the man's light hair around his fingertip, before pulling it taut enough to ease him down closer to his face. )

But, you can't touch yourself without my say so. Understood?

[Oh, he can certainly see how someone like Yuri can command people so easily. He isn't just beautiful, but he's coy and knows how to play up his body language. Leone can see all that, but he can't resist it either.

Not that he wants to.

His hand curls over Yuri's waist, his hands feeling too strong over such a lean body, as if he needs to be careful with a pretty bird and its hollow bones. Yet, he'd back off immediately if he was told to.]

I got it. Understood.

[And finally, he leans in to kiss the other man, his dark lipstick ensuring to leave its mark over Yuri's lips. It isn't chaste or sweet, but forceful. Just a bit of teeth to give some bite to it.]

( Yuri smiles against Leone's lips, his arms coming up to drape around his neck to sink a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. It's been a while since he had a man who united strength and beauty so easily: the solid press of his musculature leaves Yuri's pulse pumping a little harder, and he opens himself to the kiss as he lets their bodies press flush. )

Mm. That's what I like to hear.

( Yuri teases, licking at Leone's lower lip before gently sucking it between his teeth, before pulling back just enough to wipe the mess of red and black from his mouth off onto his sleeve.

It'll wash.

A moment later sees him walking Leone back towards the wall. When his shoulders touch the wallpaper Yuri places a hand against the centre of his chest, just the pads of his fingertips holding him in place, while the other skims down to fit his palm over the warmth of his crotch. He squeezes gently, his lashes low and his smile positively vulpine: )

I want your mouth on me.

( He leans up again to take another kiss, hot and deep. This time when he pulls away his lips are plump and glossy for it. )

Your mouth, while you get me ready with your fingers. Oil's in the nightstand.

( The hand at his chest lifts, and Yuri raises an expectant eyebrow to indicate that Leone should consider that an instruction. )

[Yuri knows exactly what he's after, and Leone likes that, likes that he can follow his lead and let him boss around as he pleases. And clearly, Yuri is used to it. Good.

He lets out a growl at the hand cupping him between the thighs, his cock jumping and hardening eagerly. Unabashedly, he rolls his hips forward against Yuri's hand.]

You're the boss.

[He leans quick, stealing one more kiss, a drag of his teeth before he's backing off to the nightstand, rummaging around until he finds the bottle.

All right then.

Leone sinks down to his knees, nuzzling along Yuri's hip as he reaches for his trousers.]

I'll get you taken care of.

( By the time Leone returns Yuri has moved to lean against the wall, his shoulders touching the cool surface behind him and his hips arched ever so slightly forwards. Evidently pleased when the other man sinks to his knees before him, he reaches out to card a hand through his hair, letting those silk-smooth strands slip through his fingers before slimming his fingers down to cup his jaw. )

Such a giver, hm?

( Yuri says lightly, thinking of the pastries, his easy obedience, the way he offered to give Yuri whatever he wanted. )

If you do a good job I might even invite you back.

( His makes quick work of the buttons of his blouse while Leone unfastens his trousers. When it's finally loosened, he lets it crumple to a silky heap beneath them, revealing a neat waist, slender torso, and swathes of soft, pale skin. With his lifestyle being what it is Yuri has gone to great lengths to ensure his battle injuries never scarred — something that has taken no small amount of money and magic.

Beneath his trousers, however, is something a little different. Yuri rarely bothers dressing up unless he has a specific goal in mind, and tonight? His goal has been to make Leone want him. As such, he's selected a pair of highly impractical underwear made from black lace: they were designed with his anatomy in mind but the cute and style is traditionally feminine, and they're clearly pulling a little taut against his thickening erection. )

[Truthfully, he likes to be needed. Useful, in some way. It's hard to do much else when he doesn't even consider himself worth a damn, so even just this is at least something.

He watches more skin become revealed. Leone doesn't undress himself yet, content to watch Yuri for the moment and reveal himself.

Oh. Yeah, that lace gets him. His mouth goes dry, and he feels the sudden burning rush of want in him, making him absolutely hungry for this pretty man. His cock looks nice, just trapped under the garment. There's a part of him that just wants to rip it off of him.

Instead, he's reaching out to slide a hand up Yuri's thigh, kissing the inside of it. Fingers tease over the outline of his dick, just barely grazing Yuri before he nuzzles at him.]

Can't help but give when you're spoiling me right now.

[He could look at Yuri all day and not get tired of him, he decides.]

( Leone is slow, almost reverent in the way he touches and kisses Yuri's thigh, which strokes at that part of him that enjoys having a strong and beautiful man on his knees before him. It's easy to be aroused by this — by the way Leone nuzzles in close against the lace — and Yuri offers a soft hum of approval at the gesture. )

Yeah? Well, I'm glad you're aware you're being spoilt.

( He teases, pushing his trousers down around his thighs. That's as much of the work as he's going to do for the other man: Yuri leans back against the wall, hips canted just so to invite Leone closer still. )

How about you give me a little more?

( He runs his hands over his hips, one fingertip dipping beneath the elastic of his underwear to pull it taut for a moment. It snaps back against his skin with a pleasing little sound — always a good thing to hear before sex, in his opinion — and Yuri widens his stance just a little to give Leone more room between this thighs. )

[A growl escapes him at the way the clothing just snaps against his skin. It looks pretty and sounds pretty, and he wants to put his mouth all over this man. Reaching up, he pulls down the pants remaining around Yuri's thighs, letting them sink to the floor.]

Gladly.

[He tips his head, mouthing along Yuri's inner thigh and smearing a bit of what's left of Leone's lipstick, dark smudges painting him like bruises. Then, he's biting down along the meat of his leg, just enough to leave a mark but not break skin. A hand roams up his hip, squeezing until he's tugging down the front of the lace just enough to help his cock slip free. Not completely undressing him; he wants to enjoy looking at that lace on pale skin just awhile longer.

With his length free, Leone peers up at Yuri with his ombre eyes, opens his mouth and slides with the flat of his tongue over the tip. Just one swipe to see a reaction before he works for more.]

( The lipstick smear is sexy, but Yuri groans when Leone's teeth press in to his inner thigh. He likes a man who'll do as he's told, yes, but he doesn't like to be treated as though he's fragile, and his cock twitches against the lace as heat flushes into his skin where those teeth left their mark.

Fortunately, Leone chooses that moment to slip his underwear down beneath his cock. He's fully hard now — well waxed and well trimmed, with curtains that very much match the drapes — and he reaches down to give himself a slow, easy pump as those beautiful eyes turn up towards him.

Yeah. Yuri's going to enjoy this. )

Mm.

( Leone offers that little lick and Yuri's lips twitch into a smirk, his lashes dipping lower over his eyes as he curls his palm around the base of his dick. There's a little pink in his face that wasn't there before — just a flush touching his cheekbones — and he wets his with a flick of his tongue before nudging the head against his lips. )

[Everything about this man is too damned pretty. He even takes care of himself down here, perfectly trimmed, perfectly clean. Yuri is clearly a man who knows exactly what he wants. Good.

Leone's gaze keeps to Yuri's face primarily, watching him, admiring that hint of pink and what a damned tease he looks with his tongue, even for a second. He could make men go crazy, Leone bets. He probably has.

The tip of his cock is given a wet kiss, then Leone opens his mouth and takes it inside. He could take more easily, but he isn't looking to hurry this along. Instead, he slowly takes his prick in, his tongue giving a swirl as he gradually swallows him down.

Well. Part one of his order is being completed. The second part means tugging down that lace more. Not completely off; he still likes seeing it just hang on around Yuri's thighs. One large hand from Leone strokes up a thigh, curving back and squeezing the meat of his ass.]

( Yuri's thigh twitches when Leone's lips finally close around the head of his cock. It's good — slick, hot, and wet enough to have him throbbing against his tongue, which he rocks against ever so slightly just to feel the silky slip. This evidently isn't Leone's first time sucking dick; Yuri likes nothing more than an experienced lover who knows how to give and take pleasure, and he cards an appreciative hand through the other man's hair as his tongue swirls and rolls against him. )

That's it ...

( The lace clings to his thighs when it's pulled that little way further down, stretching across the space between his legs in a way that seems almost sordid. Apparently unconcerned by the prospect of damage, Yuri drape ones leg over Leone's shoulder and rest his inner thigh against his jaw as he squeezes at his ass: )

You'll make it good for me, right?

( It isn't a real question, of course, but Yuri likes to tease when he has a man on his knees before him. The hand in Leone's hair wraps into the strands to keep his face turned up towards him, and he rolls his hips just the once to watch the lush slide of lips over his dick.

A sweet smile settles onto his mouth: )

I want to be dripping wet on your fingers before you even think about getting your cock in me.

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