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[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.

[There's a sharp exhale from his nose at the leg over his shoulder, loving the extra weight. Despite all of Leone's flaws, he is a fit man and has no problem with how Yuri decides to arrange himself.

He closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of fingers in his hair, but he gets back to focusing on pleasuring Yuri properly. Brows knit at the last statement, outright groaning around Yuri's dick in his mouth, his cock twitching in his pants.

Fuck. That's perfect, being talked to like that.

The hand slips away from the shape of Yuri's ass, unfortunately, but he does finally coat his fingers as previously instructed. One finger slides up, the tip just circling and teasing along the entry there before he starts to curl it inside. Huffing out from his nose, Leone presses his head down, taking more of Yuri into his mouth until his nose nuzzles against finely trimmed hair.]

( Yuri shivers again as Leone's groan melts around the weight of his cock, beading a pearl of fluid on the tip as his hips twitch forwards against his mouth. He's quiet when he isn't giving easy orders, his own sounds of pleasure falling from his lips in soft, panted breaths, although he can't help but whine softly when Leone's fingertip sinks into the tight space between his cheeks.

Sue him. Yuri adores being fingered.

His head thunks back against the wall as his body stretches around the slender press. Leone has big hands, to be sure, but a finger is just a finger, and a rakish smile settles on his lips as he gazes down at him with heat heavy in his eyes. )

... Do you mind?

( Yuri rocks his hips along with his question. He'd love to fuck Leone's mouth, but not everyone is interested in being taken like that, and he doesn't want to ruin the moment by making too many assumptions. )

[Not a damned thing could make him regret this decision. Yuri is so beautiful when he's just enjoying himself like this. Hell, he could probably roll in mud and still come out prettier than just about anyone else, to be honest.

He curls his finger inside, quietly enjoying the silky heat around his finger. Yuri takes it well, and very obviously enjoys it. It's always good to see someone confident in what they enjoy, unafraid to demand it of him. He continues to give him a slow slide, gently fucking Yuri with a finger, at least until he's confident that Yuri can take two.

The question makes Leone pause, if only so he can reach up and place his hand around one of Yuri's, moving it to grasp Leone's hair tight enough to pull at it. Then, he nods a little. Yes, he's good with that.]

( Like this, Yuri is able to luxuriate. With Leone's permission he wastes no time in swirling his hips into a leisurely roll; he isn't chasing his orgasm, nor is he in any real hurry to come, but rather he just wants to enjoy the plush heat inside the other man's mouth. It's a welcome distraction from the initial discomfort of the finger pushing inside his body—

But the sensation quickly becomes a welcome, slippery pleasure. )

That's it ...

( Yuri sighs, fucking forwards into his mouth to smear the remainder of Leone's lipstick before rocking back onto his finger. The fingers in his hair tighten, curling into a fist that tugs and pulls, guiding him back and forth as he twitches and throbs against his tongue. Leone looks perfect like this — all long lashes and sultry eyes with his lips glistening around a dick — and Yuri hums his approval as his teeth skim over his lower lip. )

Next time, I want to be sprawled out on then bed when you do this.

( A playful smirk touches the corners of his mouth: )

Would you suck me all afternoon if I asked you to? ( A beat. ) I bet you would. I bet you'd get your lips on me and let me fuck your mouth for hours — until neither of us could take it any more.

( Yuri lifts his free hand, plucking lazily at a nipple as he tightens his leg over Leone's shoulder. )

Sounds nice, doesn't it.

[There are few things as satisfying as being used like this, at least by someone he's fine with handing control over to. The hot slide of the cock in his mouth, Yuri's lazy fucking into his throat like that's all Leone is good for. He lets out a pleased growl, deep in his throat, rumbling against Yuri. Keeping his neck relaxed, he lets Yuri drag his head along, commanding how fast it is. Leone just swallows, keeps his tongue working, but the actual fucking is going to be up to Yuri.

The longer he gazes up at Yuri, that he hears that pretty voice talk and the way he just touches himself, Leone has a harder time keeping his hands from himself. His pants are so fucking tight it's almost unbearable; he's throbbing, uncomfortable, wanting to get some freedom. Instead, he keeps his hands to Yuri; one is still fingering him, curling inside, slowly and carefully scissoring to spread him out and see how far Yuri will let him. The other reaches between his thighs to gently brush and tease against his balls.

God, fuck yes, he would. He'd let Yuri just use his mouth as long as he wanted, and he's be so content. Leone groans around him, trying not to squirm where he is. Yuri's definitely torturing him in the right ways.

He gazes up, eyes a bit glazed over, almost fuck drunk but just letting Yuri do as he pleases, the verbal teasing.]

( Yuri smiles lazily, a little pink beginning to flush into his cheeks as his breath hitches in his throat. He's controlling his pleasure, yes, and he certainly isn't immune to it, and while orgasm isn't his goal with this he's beginning to feel it spark and tingle low in his core. In his defence, how could it not? Leone is a wet-dream between his legs — all strength and lips and glassy eyes — and Yuri shivers when he reaches that hand up to palm over the swell of his balls. )

Goddess, you look perfect like this.

( He wets his lips again, the back of his head resting against the wall as he gazes down at Leone. The fact that he's being so good without being asked is thrilling to him: he hasn't so much as unbuttoned his trousers, never mind tried to touch himself without permission, and Yuri finds himself wondering just how much he likes being instructed on what to do.

This could work for both of them. )

More fingers.

( ... Yeah, sue him, but the thought of Leone liking a firm hand might be turning him on a little too much. Yuri wants his dick in him before he ends up committing to simply fucking his mouth instead. )

C'mon, Sweet Thing. I can take it.

[He couldn't dream of stopping right now. Leone closes his eyes for a moment, breathing slow and easy through his breath, just thinking about Yuri in his mouth and the sweet heat around his fingers.

Leone's eyes open again and looks up at Yuri again, a little more focused than before so he can actually focus on his next task. Fingers draw back slightly, then he begins to press a third up into the other man, finally. However, Leone is cautious about it, not necessarily thinking of Yuri as delicate but he'd prefer to have him ready as possible. Slowly, he works the fingers in, taking his time until the he's sunk in to the knuckle.

There's a moment of waiting, letting Yuri adjust to the pressure before he starts to slowly fuck him with his fingers, curling, seeking out new ways to watch this pretty man blush and unabashedly enjoy himself.]

( Leone's caution is appreciated. The difference between two and three fingers always never fails to take his breath away; Yuri whines minutely, his chest rising and falling in soft little pants as his rim stretches around those digits. Slowly, slowly, they press up into the clench of his body, and his cock twitches on a low groan as more clear fluid drips onto the back of Leone's tongue.

It isn't until he starts to move his fingers in earnest that the real pleasure comes. Yuri is enjoying the slick drag, the way his hole clenches and flutters around the stretch of the intrusion, but then Leone curls his fingers and one of them glances against that little bunch of nerves sitting inside him. His eyes fly open, his cock pulsing and throbbing over the velvet press of Leone's tongue, and he squirms back against the wall and the fingers inside him as his lips soften on a breathy moan. )

Fuck—!

( The hand in Leone's hair guides him back and forth as he pumps forwards into his mouth; he's less careful this time, rough and eager, before he finally twists his fingers a little tighter and eases him off his dick. A glossy rope of saliva hangs between the head of his cock and the plum ruin of Leone's lips, and Yuri smiles dreamily as he reaches his free hand down to smear the leaking tip against that lovely mouth. )

Enough of that.

( He's breathless and flushed, in visible disarray as he removes his thigh from Leone's shoulder and gives himself a slow, wet stroke. )

Show me your cock.

[Leone revels in the roughness of his throat being fucked now, and he chokes and moans until Yuri decides that's enough. Honestly, if Yuri changed in his mind and decided suddenly this was how he wanted to finish, to cum inside of Leone's throat, he wouldn't argue. He'd enjoy it, but admittedly would rather fuck Yuri proper right now, too.

As soon as Yuri pops out of his mouth, he breathes in gulps of air, staring up at Yuri as he feels the lewd smear of the cock tracing his lips. Idly, he laps at the tip of it before him, as if he wasn't quite done with it himself.

Finally, he's able to free himself at the command. Gently, he slides his fingers free from Yuri, giving him a firm grope to the ass as he goes, appreciating the pretty thing in front of him. With a grunt, he opens the front of his leather pants, letting his cock slip free at long last. It arches up, so hard that it's almost painful, already drooling eagerly.]

Good enough for you? [His voice lacks its usual edge, but hey he made an effort.]

( Yuri is working on getting his own breath back when Leone peels his trousers open to pull himself out. Goddess, but he's mouth-wateringly attractive like this: his lips a mess, his hair tousled, his cock thrusting up between folds of black leather. He's never fucked anyone like him — never fucked anyone so unapologetically himself — and Yuri squeezes his palm tight around the base of his dick before moving to shimmy out of his underwear properly. )

Goddess, yes.

( He exhales softly, momentarily lamenting the fact that he won't get to taste it himself this time. It looks thick and delicious (much like the rest of him) and he wants to lap up that drool of slick from the tip, but for the time being he's willing to content himself with another slow, easy stroke as he waits for Leone to stand. )

C'mon.

( A breathless little chuckle escapes him as he brushes lilac hair back from his face. )

If you're not inside me within about thirty seconds, I'm gonna have to take matters into my own hands.

( After all, Yuri isn't above pushing him down and riding him right there on the floor. )

[Despite how completely ruffled they both are, Yuri is still clearly in control. Slowly, Leone gets to his knees, despite the part of him mildly curious how Yuri would indeed take what he wanted. Hell, that'd be a sight to see, but right now Leone is fine with being obedient.

Leone presses up against Yuri, letting his cock slide up against the other man's thigh first, hot and prodding. Reaching down, he hikes Yuri's leg up around his hip.]

Wanna hold you while I fuck you.

[It's not a demand. He doesn't get to make those right now. Instead, he's working to line himself up, the tip of his cock rubbing against Yuri, feeling how slick and ready he is. A part of him wants to tease, but no -- he'll be good.

With a huff, Leone rolls his hips slowly, hissing when he presses the tip inside. It's still tight, there's nothing to be done about that, but it feels good to finally get that inviting heat around his cock.]

( Leone is good.

Yuri jostles a little when he pulls his thigh up to sit high on his hip, his dick twitching with anticipation as he feels the hot, heavy slide of Leone's cock between his legs. He sucks in a soft breath when he feels the glossy tip kiss his entrance, curls his hands around his biceps when he begins to push, and drops his head back on a staggered little sigh when the muscle gives and allows him to sink inside. )

Mm.

( A dazed smile settles on Yuri's lips as he slides a hand up into Leone's hair, his fingertips carding though the strands as he hikes his leg a bit higher. The other gives his bicep an encouraging little squeeze: )

Lift me.

( He leans up to catch his lips with his own, his tongue slipping into the other man's mouth in a hot, suckling kiss. )

You said you wanna hold me while you fuck me, right? So hold me.

[Leone chases after the messy kiss, nipping after Yuri's lower lip, following down his neck to bite his throat. He mutters:]

Good.

[There's a grin on his face despite how much Yuri is unquestionably in control here. At the permission granted, he's reaching down to cup the other man's ass, lifting him up against the wall.

When it comes to crazy bullshit with superpowers, Leone isn't really on that level. However, when it comes to having just brute strength, he manages just fine. He lets out a breathless laugh against Yuri, bucking up into him with one firm thrust, hips smacking against skin.]

Fuck, you feel divine.

[There's a part of him that wishes he could look right now see how well Yuri's swallowing him up, gripping him from the inside. As it is, he's hypnotized by the tight heat wrapped around him and the smooth voice commanding him.]

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