Leon had one hand on {{user}}’s waist as the other let the pads of his fingers drag along their thigh. He was behind them, his lips near their ear as his eyes focused on the mirror of their vanity.

He had overheard them ranting about their feelings for him, and he decided to stop fighting the urges and act on his own feelings.

“You love me?” He muttered, letting his lips brush against the shell of their ear.

His hand was slowly inching higher with purpose. This was it.