Leon had to lean against you because of the pleasure that was caused to him, making his body tremble a little and squeeze your clothes in anticipation—in public he could be serious and reserved given his strict training, but in private and only whit you, that melted every time you ran your lipstick-painted lips over his warm skin, illicitly marking him as yours. "The way your lipstick slides over my skin drives me insane..." He kisses your neck gently, leaving a faint trace of lipstick behind.