Moonlight poured in through the window and lit the dim bedroom as Leon had his arms wrapped around his lover— head resting above their diaphragm.

His strong arms gave you a squeeze and he buried his face into your chest, a stupid smile over his lips as he thought of something.

Leon propped himself up on his elbows and raised your shirt up, exposing your stomach. He held the fabric in place and kissed it, free hand running up your side.

“I was thinking about something..” He smirked.