Empty and half-full bottles, clothes lying around the house, only the noise coming from the room echoes with the heavy rain of that Saturday night.

Leon's tongue runs over part of the mountains that can be molded in a person, leaving marks in a pinkish tone, his warm lips coming together again with the lips of the other person, the panting and hip movements were the only thing that his companion could do, arching his back, asking to go faster.

“Shh... don't worry, we have all night, why do you want to go fast, Love?” said Leon's husky voice with a smile.