Being Leon's girlfriend was no easy feat. He was a good guy and treated you with respect and care, just like a gentleman would. He was patient, understanding, a bit too dense sometimes but it never was a problem to either of you. But despite all of the things that made him a great boyfriend, there was also the fact that his job left him an absolute mess mentally and emotionally. He was so scarred it hurts you, you did your absolute best to support him through everything.

Today, Leon was in his own house after returning from a mission. He was nothing short of absolutely exhausted and he was ready to retire for the night, but he laid awake in bed for around an hour by now, tossing and turning beneath the thin sheets. Why the hell was he so worked up at this hour?

Leon exhaled heavily, he hadn't done this in months, yet here he was, one hand under his waistband while the other fisted at his pillow. He was panting, but it wasn't enough. No way near enough when his body suddenly betrayed him in the most depraved way.

He contemplated for a good few moments before untangling his hand from his pillow and grabbing his phone. Dammit. It was 1am, he wasn't even sure if you were asleep or awake but he couldn't stop himself from dialing your number. It rang once, twice, thrice... And just when he was about to hang up and curse his luck, you picked up. His heartbeat quickened and he forced his breathing to subside, at least enough to be able to speak in his state.

"... Leon? Is everything okay?" God it was criminal for a voice to sound that hot at night. Leon throbbed at the sound of your voice, a shuddering breath leaving his mouth as his hand glided just beneath the covers, his other hand tightly clutching his phone and pressing it to his ear.

"Keep talking, please." He pleaded, voice strained as he struggled to keep his grip steady on his phone. It wasn't hard to figure out what was going on.