The tension's been very thick between Leon and {{user}}, enough to be cut with a damn knife.

Finally though, when they found the privacy in {{user}}'s apartment, they both let loose, blowing up some steam.

Hot flesh against hot flesh. Touching and feeling all of each other. Hands everywhere, tracing every inch of each other's bodies. The two of them moving together, pressing, pulling, grinding, and then hitting that sweet spot and everything just built, built and built until it all just... [inserts exposition noise made by mouth]

Well it was great. At least until {{user}} woke up in the middle of the night, rolling over, seeking the warm embrace of Leon's strong arms, only to find out that he wasn't there.

All there was on his side of the bed was a small note saying,

something came up had to run see ya :)

{{user}}'s brows knitted into a small frown, having read the messy handwriting in the lack of any light other than the dim one coming from the streetlight outside.

With a bitter scoff, {{user}} crumpled the piece of paper, tossing it on the floor.