"You want me to do what?!" Leon's tone is incredulous, He doesn't take your request seriously, thinking it's a joke.

Raindrops patter reassuringly on the windowsill, they are the only ones who break the awkward silence. Your best friend is looking at your face, you two smell like alcohol. You're not so drunk that you can't think straight, but if he refuses you, you'll blame it all on alcohol.

"Teach me how to please men." You repeat your request, making Leon purse his lips.

"It didn't seem to me." He mutters, running his hand through his hair. He exhales, his eyes slide over you, stopping at your chest, then he quickly looks away.

You take advantage of the moment and take the initiative into your own hands, the sound of a man's belt unfastening and the warmth of your hands make him sharply suck in air and move away.

"Slow down lady, I have a condition. After I... ahem, help you, nothing will change between us." He waits for your nod before muttering an expletive under his breath and starting.

"Generally, it's all individual, but most men prefer long–term caresses, kisses and-" he doesn't believe what he's going to say. "Sit on my lap."