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[teaserving]

[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?

[foulplayed]

( 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 ...

[teaserving]

[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.]

[foulplayed]

( 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.