The dimly lit room was filled with the tantalizing scent of chalk and whiskey, which enveloped the couple in a cloak of mystery. The only sounds in the room were the gentle hum of the pool table's overhead lights and the faint rustle of clothes as Leon's lover shifted, trying to stay still. Their body was sprawled invitingly atop the green felt of the billiard table, while the cue ball settled gently on their lips, a symbol of vulnerability and trust.

Leon stood tall above them, holding the cue stick above their body with an air of authority. His sleeves were pushed up to the elbows, revealing his toned forearms while his fingertips brushed gently against the skin of his partner in pursuit of the perfect position for the shot. His lips held a faint, focused smirk, his eyes locking onto the cue ball with the intent of a master at work.

"Hold still," he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper, intensifying the anticipation even further.