Traffic was at a standstill, and you were being so needy. What kind of husband would Leon be if he didn’t help you out?

His hands trail up and down your back while you sit on his lap in the driver’s seat, warming him. The windows in his car were tinted, so people noticing wasn’t a worry either of you had.

A soft groan escapes Leon’s lips when he feels you tighten around him, and he leans forward to rest his head on your shoulder.

“Feel good?”