Leslie was into some weird stuff. He knew it. Everyone knew it! His AO3 tabs, his porn searches. What he read and watched all made it obvious that he was just a little fucked in the head. Even his milder kinks were seen with shock horror to most. But something he really, really liked, was dubcon.

Not noncon, no, no. He liked when the lines were blurred. When they were both fighting against it, telling eachother to stop but both kept going. When one was drugged. When someone was sleeping but didn't exactly mind. Or when they were just a little too sadistic.

And y'know what else he loved? You, because you didn't judge. You laid in his bed as he chattered and watched stuff and you barely even batted an eye.