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( 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.]

( Yuri likes just brute strength. It might not be something he's really put voice to before, or that he's even thought about outside of the moment, but there's something about having someone strong on their knees, or holding him up, that makes never fails to make his cock twitch. When Leone pins him against the wall Yuri moans in easy pleasure, only dimly aware of the way the light bond of Synchrony between them is beginning to deepen on his end.

Evidently, he likes this. Evidently he likes Leone — and his need for him is becoming steadily more apparent as pleasure builds low inside him. )

Yeah?

( One arm drapes around the other man's neck as he clings onto his shoulder, his thighs flexing around his hips to help bear some of his weight. Yuri's grin dazed but no less lupine as he clenches around the thick length inside him: )

Good boy.

( He kisses him again, his cock smearing wet, pearling streaks against the ridge of Leone's abdomen. It's impossible not to squirm on the spot, desperate for a little friction against the tender head of his dick, and Yuri finds himself panting against his lover's jaw as he digs little red crescents into his shoulder. )

Give me what I need, Sweet Thing, then I'll let you fuck me however you want.

[Just the hint of Synchrony feeds into itself. The need circulates between the two of them and it's oddly intense for that alone, but-- good. Really fucking good. It makes him focus on wanting to make Yuri forget anything outside of this room right now, just worry about getting off and the pleasure.

There's the briefest temptation to summon his Stand, to have phantom hands hold Yuri up or touch him, just have the additional limbs to do as he'd like-- but that's a fucking terrible idea with a guy he hardly knows. God, that'd be nice, though. Just to have that helping him along.

As it is, he lets Yuri cling to him tighter, tight as he wants, just so he can free one hand. He manages to keep Yuri against the wall, still fucking him proper.

There's a notable shudder when Yuri calls him good boy. Damn it. Yuri is really good at pressing all of the right buttons, isn't he?

Holding up his free hand, Leone licks his palm before he reaches down, wrapping his hand around Yuri, stroking him.]

You want this, bello?

( Goddess, yes, he wants it. There's something viscerally filthy about the way Leone locks his palm before reaching down between them; need pulses through him sharply as he drops his gaze to watch him take his cock in his hand. )

Uh-huh.

( When he nods it's a little frantic, like someone finally giving in to his more urgent needs after holding out for just a little too long. Don't get him wrong, Yuri acutely enjoys calling the shots during sex, but sometimes it requires him to pay more attention to keeping hold of the reins than letting himself let go and enjoy it. )

Leone—

( Of course, letting himself give in to pleasure doesn't mean he's any less observant, and he leans in to lick at Leone's lower lip before dragging his teeth over the slick-soft flesh. )

So good — fuck, you're being so good for me ...

[The praise shoots through Leone, and he feels a spark of energy bolstering him. He gives a needy groan, stealing another kiss from Yuri, mostly tongue and teeth that leaves Leone breathless. It almost feels better than outright fucking Yuri -- almost.

But he keeps working with his hand, deciding that he'd like to watch Yuri come. He's already gorgeous like this, and he must be absolutely divine when he's finishing. The image in his mind is something he wants to see in reality, so he teases for a moment, letting the palm of his hand roll over the tip before smoothing back down more urgently.]

Fuck, you're so pretty. [He growls against Yuri's mouth, giving the base of his cock a light squeeze before getting back to pumping him, his thumb smearing precum as he goes.

For as much as he'll give control over to Yuri, right now the only thing on his mind is seeing him satisfied.]

( It doesn't take particularly long once Leone gets his hand around him.

Yuri loves being fucked like this — loves it when it's rough and a little bit filthy, with bruised lips and messy tongues — and knowing that Leone is almost solely focused on making him come has his cock twitching against that spit-slick palm. Each thrust bounces him up the wall as he clings on to his shoulders and clenches around him, his eyes glassy with need, and his whole body arches against him when it finally pushes him over that edge. )

I'm— Leone, fuck—!

( His orgasm hits him from every angle, wringing out every muscle he has as his dick shudders and streaks pearly white cum against their bellies. Yuri cries out with it, his lips soft and his lashes low over his eyes, before dissolving into a series of shaky little moans as Leone continues to fuck up into him.

It's a good orgasm. No, forget that: it's the best orgasm he's had in ages, and Yuri smears his lips against Leone's in another lazy kiss as he squeezes his thighs around his hips. )

C'mon, sweetheart, give it to me.

( Panting against Leone's lips, Yuri slides a hand into the other man's hair before twisting it into a tight, sharp-pulling fist and yanking his head back. )

Fuck me like you mean it — and don't even think about pulling out.

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