Page 33 of Conflict Conclusion

He didn’t want to jinx anything, but it felt like they were at the start of something great. Him, James, Yarmen, and the orange furball currently attempting to crawl under his dresser.

Yarmen had done the same thing when Leon had gotten him, hiding under anything and everything until he felt safe. Leon wasn’t worried about it, but James probably would, so Leon hooked both ankles around James’ back and tugged him forward.

“Leon!” James exclaimed as he fell forward onto his hands and knees.

“Yes?” Leon asked, pulling James down until the head of the dildo knocked against his perineum. He let out a soft groan and tried to wiggle his hips, dragging the dildo down until⁠—

“We need lube, baby,” James said, but there was laughter in his voice.

Usually, Leon would lube up the dildo for him, giving it a few particularly rough pumps to grind the internal portion inside James. He didn’t have the patience for that tonight, though. The balloon in his chest was full to bursting, but his ass was empty and had been for far too long. He handed the lube bottle over with shaking fingers, and James quickly lubed up the strap.

The second James finished, Leon dragged him forward again.

“Okay, I’ve got you. I’m right here, in our bed,” James whispered, and Leon used his heels to press James forward until the tip of the dildo finally breached his hole.

“Fuck,” Leon moaned. “James, please.”

James didn’t make him wait any longer, pushing inside with steady pressure until he bottomed out. His hips settled perfectly in between Leon’s spread legs like they were destined to fit together like this. James began to pull out, and at Leon’s pathetic whimper, he snapped his hips, sinking all the way back inside with one fluid stroke.

“Yes,” Leon groaned, his breathing picking up as the balloon and James’ perfect dildo filled him up.

It took almost no time at all for James to set a steady rhythm, the notched head of the dildo rubbing against Leon’s spot over and over again. He lost himself in the sound of their bodies coming together and the steady punched-out quality of his own breaths.

“Oh god…I love you,” James huffed, and Leon couldn’t help but laugh, a breathless, barely there thing that settled in the small space between them.

James leaned down, eliminating that space as he sealed their lips together in a messy kiss, all tongues and grunts and moans.

Leon heard the distinct sound of claws on wood, but he ignored it. They would probably need to cover the furniture with scratch guards, but that could wait until the morning. What couldn’t wait was his impending orgasm, which built between them far too quickly.

At least, that’s how he would have felt before meeting his sadistic little mensch of a boyfriend. Now, it was almost a race for Leon to try to come first, because he knew once he did, James would find a way to get him there again.

“J-James, I’m—I’m gonna⁠—”

“Come for me, baby,” James whispered, snapping his hips hard in exactly the right place.

Leon’s orgasm started in his core, shooting out until he felt it in his fingers and toes.

In the past few months, Leon had learned that not all tingling was bad. As he came down from his orgasm, James pressed up onto his knees, changing the angle, so that with every thrust he drove his end of the strap into himself. Every couple of thrusts, the toy would glance against Leon’s prostate, and wonderfully painful, overstimulated tingles would shoot up his spine.

James let out a soft, delicious sounding grunt with every thrust, and Leon had just enough strength to bring his hand to the base of the dildo. He wrapped his fingers around it, so his knuckles lined up with James’ dick.

“Mmmm, feels good, baby,” James said, his eyes glazed over as he ground his dick against Leon’s knuckles.

“Good,” Leon murmured.

James’ crooked incisor was on full display as he grinned down at Leon. “I guess I should give your dick some attention, too, huh?” James said, that edge of sadism—which he totally denied having—clear in his voice as he grabbed Leon’s only semi-hard dick and began stroking it.

The tingling exploded into electric shocks. “Oh—fuck,” Leon grunted, and James’ sweet smile turned wicked.

“Remember your safeword, baby.”

He did, just like he remembered every moment in that haunted house and every milestone since. As James somehow magically stroked him back to full hardness, he thought back to their first time together, with James lying spread out beneath him, so gorgeous in his pleasure and release.

As James bent forward, adjusting the angle so he once again hit Leon’s prostate with every thrust, he remembered one of his favorite times, when James had pushed him past one orgasm into an explosive encore. His back had been sore for days from lying on the kitchen floor, but it had been beyond worth it just for the look on James’ face as he brought Leon more pleasure than he’d ever thought possible.

That had been the first night Leon knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he loved the gorgeous man above him. He loved him from his neatly kept hair to his adorable dimples and gorgeous smile. He loved his sweet heart, his whip-smart brain, and his hands, which could hold Leon’s when he was anxious, rescue a cat from the side of the road, and bring Leon to and well past the brink of pleasure.

Leon’s abs quivered helplessly from clenching for so long. Every stroke of James’ fist and thrust of his hips had fire searing through Leon’s veins. It was far too much and yet, somehow, still not enough.