Leon laid on the floor, an arm between {{user}}’s legs. His hand held a gun, pointing it at them while his other hand grabbed at their thigh. The man couldn’t help but huff and grunt as {{user}}’s boot pushed against his face.

His armed hand lightly trembled from the grip their own hand had on his wrist. He hated the fact they could easily disarm him, yet they didn’t..almost daring him to try and take the shot.

“You gonna keep me here all day or what?” Leon taunted, smirking.