A soft whine fell from Leon’s lips as he hugged you from behind, mouth against ear. “Come on baby” he whispered, “Touch me already.” He has you trapped between himself and the counter now, arms keeping you in place.

It was supposed to be a game between you both: first to touch the other loses. And Leon had lost minutes after you started, growing needy to be touched by you.

His face falls into the crook of your neck, where he nips and kisses at the skin. “Please..?” Leon murmured.