Underground Secrets ( M-jow and Sosuke0549 )

[M-jow]

Behind the bedroom door, Sora stood perfectly still. He had shut it in the moment but yeah. He had only væosed himself into an even smaller room now. His heart hadn’t quite calmed down yet. 

He could still feel the ghost of Fang’s arms around him. The steady rise and fall beneath his chest. The way that grip had softened without him asking for it.

That softness before he'd taken the chance and bolt.

 

Footsteps approached, unhurried and confident.

Sora straightened instinctively, though Fang couldn’t see him. He dragged a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down and only succeeding in making it worse. There was a faint grin tugging at his mouth despite himself.

Then Fang’s voice came through the door.

Low. Warm. Amused.

Sora’s stomach did an annoyingly noticeable flip.

He rolled his eyes at the wood panel in front of him, crossing his arms as if Fang could somehow sense the gesture through solid material.

“Our bedroom,” he muttered under his breath, heat creeping faintly up his neck. The phrase affect him more than he had expected.

He pushed off the door and took a few quiet steps back into the room, glancing around as though evaluating terrain. Bed to the left. Window to the right. Closet behind him.

Safest place?

Questionable.

Excited?

…Maybe a little.

Sora moved toward the bed but didn’t sit. That would be conceding comfort again. Instead, he leaned casually against the dresser, ankles crossing, arms still folded, manufacturing nonchalance in the privacy of an empty room.

“Chase me?” he called back through the door, tone light and disbelieving. “You sound very confident for someone who got outmaneuvered on his own couch.”

He heard his own pulse in his ears.

Then—

“Pick a number. One, two, or three.”

Sora stilled. His eyes narrowed slightly at the door as if it had personally offended him.

A trap? Obviously.

But what kind?

His mind ran through possibilities quickly. One could mean he walks in. Two could mean he counts and gives chase. Three could mean something unpredictable. Fang liked unpredictability.

Sora uncrossed his arms slowly.

He wasn’t actually trying to avoid him. That was the ridiculous part. If Fang opened the door right now, Sora knew he probably couldn’t run again. The first escape had been about proving a point. 

 

He exhaled softly. “…Two,” he answered at last, voice steady but quieter than before. He hadn’t lock the door.

He just stood there, heartbeat drumming lightly, chin tilted in stubborn readiness—even though the spark in his eyes wasn’t defensive at all.

If this turned into another round, he’d run.

Probably.

Unless Fang pulled him close again like before.

And if that happened… Well.

Sora wasn’t entirely sure he’d try to escape a second time.

 

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Leon felt the subtle shift in Asta’s weight, the fragile tremor that ran through him. Asta’s eyes, usually guarded, now swam with a raw, undeniable hunger that mirrored the inferno raging beneath Leon’s own skin. The soft, whispered words, 

["Don't,"] then, ["Don't stop,"] the desperate plea echoing in the quiet space, broke something within Leon. Two years. Two years of measured breaths, of careful touches, of a self-imposed restraint that had frayed his nerves to their thinnest strands. He had held back, a primal force caged for the sake of Asta’s healing, for the fragile human he cherished above all else. Now, Asta offered the key to that cage.

 “Then I wouldn’t., not even if you beg me to.” The confession, barely audible, ripped through the last vestiges of Leon’s control. Asta’s heart hammered against Leon’s chest, a frantic drumbeat that Leon felt deep within his own panther-tuned senses. It was a symphony of vulnerability, a surrender that ignited every possessive instinct Leon possessed.

Leon’s breath hitched, a guttural sound rumbling in his chest. His gaze devoured Asta’s face—the flushed cheeks, the slightly parted lips, the eyes cloudy with an emotion so potent it stole the air from Leon’s lungs. This wasn't just a kiss anymore. This was a covenant, a release, a plunge into the depths they had both skirted for so long.

 He didn't speak. Words would only dilute the storm brewing inside him. Instead, Leon’s hands, which had been gently cradling Asta’s waist, tightened, digging into the soft flesh of his hips. He shifted, tilting Asta back slightly, deepening the angle of their kiss. A low moan escaped Asta, a sound that vibrated through Leon’s lips, straight to his core. Leon’s tongue plunged into Asta’s mouth, a slow, deliberate invasion that tasted of desire and two years of aching want. He tangled with Asta’s tongue, a hungry dance, drawing out every last drop of moisture, every soft sound. Asta’s fingers, still clutched in Leon’s shirt, now tugged, pulling Leon closer still, as if trying to merge their very beings.

 Leon broke the kiss, needing air, needing to see, to breathe in this moment. His eyes, now burning with a golden intensity that Asta rarely saw, locked onto Asta’s. He could feel the heavy thrum of his own pulse, the panther stirring, muscles coiling with anticipation.

 “I want you” Leon’s voice was a low growl, rough with barely contained passion. He didn’t want to scare Asta, but he wouldn’t lie about the intensity of his hunger. His control was a thin veil, ready to shred. “But… I won’t stop until we’re both completely satisfied.”

 He gave Asta’s time to respond, but really, a small nod, was all Leon needed.

 With a primal surge, Leon lifted Asta from his lap, not gently, but with a swift, powerful motion that had Asta gasping. Leon didn’t release him, instead, he held Asta pressed flush against his chest, one arm hooked under Asta’s knees, the other a vice grip around his back.

Asta’s legs instinctively wrapped around Leon’s waist, his face buried against Leon’s neck. Leon carried him, striding with purpose towards the bedroom.

 The apartment lights, usually soft and inviting, felt too bright, too revealing for the raw intimacy that was about to unfold.

Leon didn’t bother with them. The moon, a silver lights outside the window, cast long, distorted shadows across the room, painting everything in shades of grey and black.

He reached the bed, the king-sized that suddenly seemed too small, and lowered Asta onto the mattress. Leon following him down, never breaking contact.

 His lips found Asta’s again, a deeper, more demanding kiss this time. His hands were everywhere—tracing the curve of Asta’s spine, slipping beneath his shirt, seeking the warmth of his skin. Asta arched into the touch, a silent plea for more.

Leon tore his mouth from Asta’s, leaving a trail of shimmering saliva, and attacked his neck, biting gently, sucking, leaving faint red marks that would bloom later. Asta’s head fell back against the pillows, a strangled cry escaping his throat as Leon’s touch him.

 “You have no idea,” Leon rasped against Asta’s skin, his voice thick with unfulfilled craving.

“How much I want you.” He sat up with Asta caught between his strong thighs. He then took a hold around Asta’s wrist and lead his had toward himself. Placing Asta’s palm over his heart. His chest felt firm and hard even over his shirt. And his heartbeat could be felt so clearly. Then a flicker of a grin flashing over Leon's face as he slid Asta’s hand down his body slowly. Stopping his hand right over the bulge in his pants. His erection was growing bigger under his palm.

"I might be a bite more demanding today. It’s like a switch has been turned in me. And when you look at me with those huge eyes..I just want to devour you... lick every inch of your warm body till you squirm. 

 

His hands worked quickly, efficiently, tearing at the buttons of Asta’s shirt, then his own. Fabric gave way, discarded without a second thought. The cool air brushed against their heated skin, a fleeting sensation before their bodies pressed together again, skin to skin.

 Leon's eyes devoured Asta as much as his mouth did. Sunkissed skin, a delicate collarbones, the gentle curve of his stomach but still quiet hard. He remembered every freckle, every scar on Asta’s body. But seeing them now, bathed in moonlight, knowing they were his to claim without restraint, sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

“Beautiful,” Leon murmured, his lips pressing a searing kiss to Asta’s chest, tasting the faint salt of his skin. His tongue flicked out, tracing the outline of a nipple, making Asta gasped, 

 It was all the encouragement Leon wanted. His mouth closed around Asta’s nipple, sucking hard, drawing it deep into his mouth, his teeth grazing lightly. Asta cried out, a high, keening sound that made Leon’s own cock throb painfully against his thigh. He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same intense attention, alternating between gentle suckling and sharp, delicious bites. Asta writhed beneath him, a living testament to the power Leon held over him made the shifter feel incredible.

 Leon moved lower, his lips blazing a path down Asta’s stomach, past the faint line of hair, until he reached the waistband of Asta’s pants.

He paused, his eyes meeting Asta’s once more. The human’s face was flushed crimson, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen from their kisses. There was no fear there, only a desperate, aching need.

“This is going to be rough, love,” Leon warned, his voice a low, guttural rumble. “I can’t promise I can hold back”

With a powerful tug, he ripped Asta’s pants and underwear down, discarding them in a heap on the floor. Asta’s cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, glistening with a bead of pre-cum. Leon’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and immense satisfaction. He hadn’t realized just how ready Asta was.

 Leon’s hand wrapped around Asta’s shaft, stroking slowly, deliberately, feeling the silkiness of the skin, the delicate ridge of the head. 

[Sosuke0549]

Fang rolled his eyes hearing Soras comment about 'outmaneuvering' him, he frowned, waiting patiently for the boys response.

When he heard the number two through the door, a slow smile creeped on his face. Two meant chase. Two meant punish. Two meant Sora wanted to be caught, even if he'd never admit it.

He turned and immediately headed into the kichen. He needed to acquire the necessary tools in order to give Sora his choice.

After getting what he needed from the kichen, he walked back to the bedroom and turned the handle slowly, letting the hegines creek, announcing his presence. His eyes immediately fell on Sora and how he was leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed and chin up. He wore his so called victory proudly.

He shook his head, as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with a soft click.
" Come here pipesqueek. "
It wasn't a simple sentence but a command, and Fang was hiding something behind his back.

When Sora remained where he was, reminding Fang how much he hated that nickname he grew impatient and hurried over to the human, grabbing his chin. He could see the defiance in his eyes.

" You've made your point...now let me make mine...."  His eyes were glowing. His expression a mix between irritation and lust. He pressed his lips against Soras ear, whispering,
" Get on the bed..."

A simple order, as Fang revealed what he'd been hiding behind his back,  a glass. However there was clear condensation forming out it.

Ice cubes.

A glass of ice cubes.

He waited until Sora was sitting on the bed, looking up at him with confusion. This was no longer a game of self defense. Or a game of chase. The moment Fang told Sora to pick a number, it became something sexual. He placed the glass on the dresser, retrieving a single ice cube and slipping it into his mouth.

He turned his attention to Sora, and took his chin once again, hovering over him with clear dominance, mixed with unwavering devotion. Sora's legs were in between his as he stood over the human drawing him in. He forced Sora's mouth open, kissing him roughly, and using his tongue to slip the ice cube into his mouth. What was usually a hot kiss was now cold and icy, but the sudden chill added a new level of excitement... a new chance at arousal. It didn't take long for the ice to melt in between their kiss, causing water to slip down Sora's chin.

Fang grinned and licked it away with his cold tongue.

He cupped Sora's cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. " What do you want..." He wanted to know if he could keep going but he'd give Sora this small opportunity to escape... however if the human stayed, then Fang was going to torture him all night. Neither of them would get much sleep.

Then again...this was Fangs first time brining ice into the bedroom, so there was a chance Sora might not like it. So he wasn’t sure how far he should go.
 
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 [ “Then I won't, not even if you beg me to.” ]

Asta felt a chill run down his spine. Why did it feel like he just released a wild beast from its cage? He suddenly felt nervous... a mix between excitement and fear. He had surrendered himself to Leon before...but for some reason. This time...it felt different. More vulnerable...more raw...more...intense. Was it because there was no more secrets between them? Or was it because both of them had so much pent up desire?

Asta shuttered against Leon's chest, as his hands held him tightly. The kiss was deepened, taking his breath away. Leon's tongue took control, chasing his in a passionate kiss. Asta’s grip on Leon's shirt tightened as he melted into this feeling.

When Leon pulled back, Asta was speechless. His eyes half-lidded and clouded with love. He was desperately panting, trying to catch his breath. He stared into Leon's glowing eyes...a side of him he rarely got to see. But these eyes no longer scared him...in fact...now he saw beauty in them, because he knew, he was finally seeing the real Leon.

 [ “I want you”]

Leon’s voice was a low growl, but just those words alone caused something inside him to stir. He could feel himself growing hard, the pressure building up between his legs.
Mesmerized, Asta touched the skin underneath Leon's eye with a single finger. There was just something about Leon's eyes that always caught him off guard...that made him weak in the knees. And it didnt matter if they were blue or gold...he just loved looking at him.

He selfishly wanted to be, the only thing Leon saw.

[ “But… I won’t stop until we’re both completely satisfied.”]

Leon's words echoed in his mind. No words really came to mind, he could hardly think straight...so he just gave Leon a small nod.

He had already decided. He wasn't going to run away anymore.

The human tensed feeling Leon suddenly pick him up, he instinctively wrapped his legs around his waist and barried himself in Leon's neck. He was only held like this for a few moments before his back hit Leon’s mattress.  His bedroom was rather dark, but the moonlight from the window bathed Leon in a soft blue light.  He stared up at his boyfriend in disbelief, because from this angle... in this lighting...Leon's pale porcelain skin appeared to glow in the moonlight.

Could something so beautiful....really belong to him? Could something so beautiful...really want him?

 This view was short lived as Leon kissed him again, demanding more from him. The arms that once held him, were now exploring him, slipping underneath his shirt. Asta immediately arched his back, leaning into it all. Kissing Leon back as his fingers began to tremble.
 
 "ah! n..nmaaugh!"

He soft moans were honest and loud as Leon attacked his neck, leaving marks. "L-leo--"


[ “You have no idea, How much I want you.” ]

Asta got goosebumps just hearing Leon’s voice.
He was too shy to say some of the things Leon said... but he loved the way the man teased him. The naughty things he'd say in his ear, because he knew that Leon was only saying those things to him. It made him feel even more special.

Leon pulled him up, catching him and placing him in between his legs. They were now facing each other, and Leon took his hand, and placed it over his heart. Asta was suprised that he could feel Leon's heartbeat so clearly....and it was racing, just like his.

Then, a mischievous grin followed as Leon slide his hand down his chest and to the bulge in his pants. Asta blushed a shade darker, suddenly remembering just how big Leon was.

His words were like gasoline on a fire. Teasing him and making him more vulnerable. Leon spoke so confidently...his voice and words turning Asta on even more.

He wanted to be devoured.

 " w-aaaii....ha..ha!"

Leon's hands worked so quickly that poor Asta didn't have a chance. Leon tore the buttons off his shirt like child's play before removing his own. Leon showered him was kisses...his soft lips and little nips moving all along his body with no chance of letting up.

[ “Beautiful,” ] Leon murmured, kissing his chest.

Asta bit his lip, and quickly covered his face with his hands, feeling extremely overwhelmed to the point he was starting to tremble. He struggled to hold his voice back, feeling a heavy weight begin to settle in his chest.

"Aak!" He gasped feeling Leon tease his nipple, demanding his attention. He wasn't going to let him hide. Unable to withstand it, one of Asta’s hands grabbed Leon's hair, tugging at his locks as if he could stop Leon from sucking and biting his nipples.

"Ha! Haaa...n-n...no...n-aaa~ n-no m-mor!"

Asta cried out, squirming. But Leon continued
alternating between gentle suckling and sharp,  biting, driving Asta insane!

"aaahh..hha. haaa~ t-t..tii..aa..timmmme o-ouuaat--"
He begged, desperate to catch his breath.


But no such break came as he felt Leons tongue blaze a path down his chest, and to the waistband of his pants. Asta’s body immediately tensed. His grip on Leon's hair tighting. There's eyes met....and it left Asta speechless. His face so red it was concerning. It seemed Asta was more shy then ever. He wasn't being honest with himself.

[“This is going to be rough, love,” ]

Asta shook his head-- his cock twitching.

( I love you...)

[ “I can’t promise I can hold back”]

( I love you...so much...it hurts...)


He gasped as Leon ripped off his remaining defenses, tossing his clothes on the floor. Asta was as hard as a rock, with pre-cum already seeping out of his tip. The poor boy looked as if he was ready to burst. "A-ah! W-wwaiiit! L-leoaaa~"

He shivered feeling Leon grip him, already stroking him with ease.

Asta hips shifted, and his head fell back as his hands desperately reached for Leon's as if he could stop him. There was no real force or resistance from Asta....his body was too honest even when he was words weren't.

Asta hadn't touched himself in months. So it would only take a few strokes for him to cum. He was too pent up...too sensitive...too vulnerable and god, Leon felt too good!

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[M-jow]

Sora had known the moment he said “two” that he was tempting fate.
And yet he’d said it anyway.
Now, leaning against the dresser with his arms crossed and chin tilted high, Sora hid his nerves pretty good with his bold act. He could hear faint sounds coming from the kitchen—drawers opening, something clinking softly. Tools, apparently. That kinda worried him.

When the door handle turned and the hinges creaked, Sora didn’t move but still tensed up nervously.
The command that followed made his jaw tighten as he foughtnot to smile.
When Fang called him that awful nickname. He rolled his eyes yet still stayed put.
Which, in hindsight, might not have been the wisest decision.
The distance between them vanished in seconds. Fingers at his chin forced his face upward, and Sora met glowing eyes. His heart kicked harder in his chest, but he wouldn’t give the satisfaction of flinching.
[“You’ve made your point… now let me make mine…”]
The whisper at his ear sent a involuntary shiver down his spine.
[“Get on the bed…”]
His stomach flipped. Not from fear.. from anticipation.
He dis obey this time.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he kept his expression guarded, confusion knitting his brows when Fang revealed the glass. Ice? Of all things?
He almost scoffed.
Then the ice cube disappeared into Fang’s mouth, and realization dawned a second late.
When Fang leaned in again, Sora tried to brace himself, but the sudden press of cold against his lips shattered whatever composure he had left. The kiss was rough, demanding—and freezing. The shock of it stole the air from his lungs.
The ice slipped into his mouth, chilling his tongue, numbing his lips. Instinctively, he inhaled sharply through his nose, fingers gripping at the sheets beneath him. The contrast was maddening—the familiar heat of Fang’s mouth clashing with that biting cold.
Water trailed down his chin, and before he could swipe it away, it was gone.
Sora’s breath came quicker now. His body was easily betraying him.
When Fang pulled back slightly and cupped his cheek, the gentleness of it was almost enough to make him crack his act... 
[“What do you want…”]
Sora swallowed, the last of the cold melting on his tongue.
He could play stubborn. He could push back again.
But he didn’t want to.
His gaze flickered up, defiance softened into something greedy, like an unsettled hunger.
He leaned forward just enough to brush his lips near Fang’s ear, voice low and steady despite the heat pooling in his chest.
“Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
His hands slid up Fang’s shirt, slowly.
"Are you’re going to punish or reward me…” he murmured as a dare, and held Fang’s gaze. Watching for the flicker of something in his reaction. The tightening of his jaw, the faint shift in his breathing. Sora could tell it urked Fang just a smich
-Good.
But he wasn’t done.
His eyes drifted to the nightstand, to where the glass with ice stood. Reaching over, past Fang, his fingers curling around the cool rim of the glass.
He pulled back as he retrieved a single cube. It gleamed between his fingers, already beginning to melt.
Sora tilted his head slightly. Then, without a word, he rose up into Fang’s space and used his chilled lips to kiss the hot proud werewolf on the neck. Then touched the ice cube against Fang’s neck. Tracing it just below his jaw, as he watched Fang closely. Waiting for any crack in that controlled exterior Fang had put up.
The cube left a shimmering trail in its way, droplets sliding downward over warm skin and into his shirt.
He followed the path with his eyes before dragging the ice lower, slower this time, down the center of Fang’s throat.
Sora knew he was pushing it. Knew Fang wanted him to surrender, but also knew how Fang secretly like his boldness. Or how it turned him on when Sora was a little defiant. Sora liked surrendering to Fang.. but he also like to be an action part of their sex lives. Sora wasn’t just some emotionless doll who would just lay back.
Maybe Fang thought it was an annoying traid but he had never really voiced it out as that.
Only called him a 'little shit' in that soft amused tone.

The cube paused at the dip of his collarbone. The ice was nearly half its size now, his fingers slick with water. He dragging it diagonally across to Fang’s shoulder, the melting water tracing unpredictable paths over firm muscles. His free hand came up instinctively, steadying himself against the bed.
He could feel the heat radiating of Fang in waves. Like he was trying hard to keep himself in control. It gave the human a thrill in a way he hadn’t anticipated.
Sora leaned closer, his lips hovering just above where the ice had passed, breath warm against chilled skin.
“I think you forgot something.. I like being caught by you.”
The confession was honest and bold, as he dragged the last bit of the ice from Fang’s collar, back up in a teasing, unhurried line before the cube was completely gone. The collar of Fang’s shirt was wet at this point.
Sora had a feeling Fang’s shirt would be coming off soon.

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The way Asta moaned, or how his hips arching, pushing into Leon’s touch. Leon leaned down, his tongue flicking out, tasting the salty pre-cum, savoring the subtle flavor of Asta’s desire. He felt Asta’s entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat.

 “So sweet,” Leon murmured, his voice husky. He continued to stroke Asta, his thumb circling the tip, while his other hand found Asta’s balls, cupping them gently, weighing their fullness. Asta’s legs trembled against him.

 Leon pulled back slightly, shifting his weight. He reached for his own pants, tearing them off with a single, impatient motion. His cock, thick and heavy, sprang free, already engorged and pulsing. He noted how Asta’s eyes widened, and a soft gasp escaping his lips at the sight of Leon’s full erection. The panther in Leon swelled with pride at Asta’s reaction.

Then as a reward he took hold on Asta’s legs and pulled the human hips toward the edge of the bed. Leon kneeled on the floor giving him a nice clear view of Asta.

He kissed Asta’s inner thigh and made his way down. His hands holding Asta firmly in place. Hands on his thighs keeping them up and spread for his own free access.

Leon bite Asta’s butt cheek a little hard, just barely avoiding breaking the skin - leaving a perfect print of his teeths. It would probably leave a bruise for a few days.  But Leon licked it - as if that would make it better. Then getting really into business. With his thumbs he parted Asta’s cheeks - Asta’s hole tensed up automatically as the air around shifted. Leon didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward and put his mouth on that small tight muscle. He licked the rim wet before putting the tip of his tongue inside and pushed into Asta’s body.

Asta’s was so tight, but he had kinda expected that. Since they hadn’t had sex in a while. Using his tongue he could warm Asta up better, before he would add a finger.

When the muscles slowly relaxed around his tongue he inserted the first finger, then a second as he redrew his tongue. Leon felt impatient inside, but not enough to not prep Asta properly first. With his free hand he began stroking Asta’s dripping crown. It looked like he wouldn't take long to cum from how much pre-cum there was leaking. Not that he was gonna be satisfied just coming once. Asta could cum as much as he wanted to.

The was the fastest prep they'd done by far. But Leon still made sure Asta’s could fit four fingers before he stopped and pulled his hands off the human.

Leon leaned back and fumbled for the small packet of condomd he kept in his nightstand, and quickly tore it open with his teeth. He rolled the condom down his length, his eyes clouded with lust and a fierce intensity, never left Asta’s.

 Leon positioned himself between Asta’s legs, pushing them wide. Asta’s thighs, already trembling, but parted willingly. Leon’s cock brushed against Asta’s entrance, hot and wet.

 “Look at me, Asta,” Leon commanded, his voice deep, rough. He wanted Asta to see the intensity in his eyes, to feel the power he was about to unleash.

When their eyes locked, Leon pushed his hips forward. Slowly at first. The head of his cock slipped past Asta’s slick opening, a tight, delicious friction. Feeding inch by agonizing inch in deeper.

When Asta’s body tensing around Leon. He paused, letting Asta adjust for a moment, as Leon bite his own lip to keep still. He felt the warmth and the incredible pressure swallowing him like it wanted a pieceof him.

 “Tight,” Leon groaned, a sound torn from his throat. He pushed again, a little harder, feeling Asta’s muscles stretch and accommodate him. Asta’s fingernails dug into Leon’s shoulders. But Leon didn’t stop pushing in steadily, until he was fully buried inside Asta.

Asta’s body convulsed around him, a tight, hot sheath that squeezed and milked him. Leon closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the incredible sensation.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked down at Asta, whose face was a mask of pleasure and delicious pain. Tears pricked at the corners of Asta’s eyes, properly from the overwhelming intensity of the moment.

“Mine,” Leon growled, his hips beginning to move, deep thrust. He pulled back almost fully, then plunged in again, driving deep, hitting Asta’s sweet-spot with a soft thud. The guttural cries that escaping Asta’s lips as his meet Leon’s were so erotic and sweet.

He began to find a rhythm, slow and deliberate at first, then builded on the intensity. Leon thrust into Asta, each movement a declaration, a release of pent-up desire. The bedsprings groaned in protest, a rhythmic squeal accompanying the wet, shlicking sounds of their bodies moving together. Asta’s legs wrapped tighter around Leon’s waist, pulling him deeper, demanding more.

 Leon responded with a ferocious intensity, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, deeper. His balls slapped against Asta’s ass with each powerful downstroke, a rhythmic thwack that echoed in the quiet room. He felt Asta’s muscles clenching around him, milking him, pulling him in even further. The air was thick with their mingled scents—sweat, sex, and the faint, sweet musk of Asta’s arousal.

 Leon leaned down, kissing Asta fiercely, swallowing his moans, his cries. Their tongues tangled again, a desperate, hungry dance. Leon’s hips slammed into Asta’s, a relentless rhythm, pushing Asta closer and closer to the edge.

 He felt Asta’s body begin to convulse around him when he came. It was a series of exquisite tremors. 

 Leon gritted his teeth, pushing in one last, powerful thrust, feeling Asta’s orgasm seize him, milking every last drop of pleasure from his length. He felt the intense contractions around his cock, the delicious tightening that threatened to send him over the edge.

 With a final, guttural roar, Leon let go, his own orgasm tearing through him, a wave of white-hot pleasure that flooded his senses. He emptied himself into the condom, his body shuddering violently, his muscles clenching until he felt there wasn’t anymore to give. He collapsed on the bed beside. But he wasn’t done yet while Asta caught his breath Leon pulled off the used condom and put a new one on.

This time his member slipped inside Asta from the side, with almost no restraints. And he continued quietly settling a slow pace with his hips, while they were both still ridding their high from the first orgasm.