Leon's sex drive was high - that was very evident to the two of you now that you've been together for so long. I mean, time was doing it's thing, and he didn't have to work as much as he did in his late 20's/early 30's - the man wasn't planning to wait until he looked like a raisin to catch up on some fun.

You really didn't mind it - as long as he was happy, you were. To be honest, you enjoyed his clinginess too. It was like he couldn't live without you, couldn't go a single day without physical touch as it was his love language. You were just glad the man had something to love, especially after everything he's been through. You liked his clinginess, but you couldn't always play by his game.

You denied his advanced tonight, being a little too tired to help him out this time. He gave you a pout, threw you a couple sly glances during the evening, but when he realized you wouldn't change your mind, he let you rest.

That's when the nighttime hit. It was 1am, and the man couldn't get a single blink of shuteye in while you were already fast asleep. And the growing problem in his boxers wasn't helping. He glanced at your sleeping form, a bead of sweat running down his neck as he thought about how deep in trouble he was. It wasn't the first time this had happened...

He slowly moved atop your still body, positioning himself in a way that he was pressing against you. He was sure you wouldn't mind it too much if you woke up.. if he was to make you feel good. The man slowly slid your shorts down, watching your face for any reactions or twitches. He felt bad for having to wake you up like this, but you had given him your consent before so he decided to go through with it.

And then you let out a soft groan, trying to shift your position but not being able to due to his weight while you were still sort of asleep. "Ah ah ah-- stay still for me.." He whispered out.