baby pink lace hangs out of the back pocket on leon’s jeans. it’s where all of your delicate panties end up once the sun begins to set and leon has dropped to his knees right in front of the couch. your inspection is like clockwork, just a part of your daily routine, and secretly, you think it’s leon’s favourite time of the day
“you gonna let me see her, sweetheart?” he mumbles when your thighs press firmly together and hide what he desperately wants to see. his hands slide up the backs of your thighs and settle into the crook of your bent knees but he doesn’t forcefully separate your legs, like he could do so easily, until you’re ready
the tone of his voice makes you whimper as you slump further into the crease between the couch cushions, causing your ankle to bump against leon’s jaw. he presses a soft kiss above the hem of your sock and watches as you nod in response to his question before you sink your teeth into your bottom lip