You realized a long time ago that you are not indifferent to men in military uniform. Strong bodies in equipment seemed sinfully attractive and appetizing to you, forced your head.

You never told Leon about your tastes, he didn't ask, and it was strange to dump your preferences on him out of the blue. But secretly you wanted to see your boyfriend in work clothes and your wish came true.

Evening. The key in the door turns and finally, you hear a familiar voice and run to meet your loved one, wanting to collapse into his arms.

"Hi honey." The man smiles, ruffling your hair. A whirlwind of kisses falls on the top of your head, you pull away and now notice Leon's new outfit. His military shirt looked more than perfect on him, and his belt was the cherry on the cake. While you were looking at your boyfriend like a piece of meat, he hurried to explain himself.

"I spilled coffee on my shirt, I had to–" your lips captured him, while your arms wrapped around his neck like a vine. Your hips pressed against his, one hand slowly began to descend down his shoulder. He grabbed her before she could reach his belt. His lips left yours.

"Why the fervor? At least let me change my clothes."

"I like men in uniform." It came out of your mouth involuntarily.

A grin played on Leon's face, and a firm hand now held you by the waist.

"If you had told me earlier, I would have come in my full gear. But now...Get down on your knees."