Leon scarcely pulls away from you, his lips on your neck even as he opens the door to his bedroom. He tosses the key onto his dresser, tugging you in after him. In a single swift movement, he has you held by the waist, sitting you on his desk. With a rough grasp, he pulls you close, your hips settling against his, your legs around him. “My roommate’s home,” he explains, an apologetic tinge to his voice even as he works almost desperately on your clothes. “Think you can manage to keep quiet?”