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2026-01-21 14:20:25Leonard's hands were everywhere, sliding up Daveson's back, thumbs brushing over nipples, fingers digging into the curve of his ass. It was overwhelming in the best way, like Leonard was trying to touch all of him at once, like he couldn't get enough.
"Wanted this for so long," Leonard confessed against his skin. "Every time you looked at me with those eyes, every time you got that little crease between your brows when you were concentrating... Wanted to kiss it away. Wanted to make you look at me like you are now."
"How am I looking at you?" Daveson managed, though thinking was becoming increasingly difficult with Leonard's hands and mouth doing such devastating things to him.
Leonard pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. "Like I'm the only person in your world. Like nothing else matters."
The raw honesty in his voice made Daveson's chest tight. He cupped Leonard's face, thumbs tracing the sharp line of his cheekbones. "Right now, you are. Right now, nothing else does."
Leonard surged up to kiss him again, this time slower, deeper, pouring everything he couldn't say into the press of their lips. His hands slid to the small of Daveson's back, holding him close as their bodies moved together in an ancient rhythm.
"Leo," Daveson gasped, feeling the tension coiling tighter in his belly. "I'm close. I'm so close."
"Let go," Leonard urged, one hand moving between them to grip them both together through their clothes. The pressure was perfect, maddening. "Come for me, Dave. Want to feel you."
The combination of Leonard's touch, his voice, the heat of his body—it was too much. Daveson buried his face in Leonard's neck, muffling his cry as pleasure crashed over him in waves. Leonard followed moments later, his grip tightening on Daveson's hips as he shuddered through his release.
They stayed like that for long moments, wrapped around each other, breathing hard. Daveson's face was still buried in the crook of Leonard's neck, and he could feel Leonard's pulse racing beneath his lips.
"That was..." Leonard started, his voice hoarse.
"Yeah," Daveson agreed, not trusting himself to say more.
Leonard's fingers traced lazy patterns on Daveson's back, soothing and possessive at once. "Look at me," he said softly.
Daveson lifted his head reluctantly, afraid of what he might see in Leonard's eyes. But there was no regret there, no disgust, only satisfaction and something that looked dangerously like affection.
"Don't," Leonard said, as if reading his thoughts. "Don't start overthinking this. Don't start listing all the reasons why this can't happen."
"There are a lot of reasons," Daveson pointed out weakly.
"I don't care." Leonard's hand came up to cup his face, thumb brushing over his swollen lips. "I don't care about any of them right now. Right now, all I care about is that you're here, in my arms, looking thoroughly debauched and absolutely perfect."
Daveson couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Debauched?"
"Completely." Leonard grinned, looking younger and more carefree than Daveson had ever seen him. "Your hair's a mess, you've got my mark on your throat, and if I'm not mistaken, you're going to need a change of clothes."
Daveson felt heat flood his cheeks. "You're one to talk."
"True." Leonard glanced down at himself and laughed. "We're a disaster. But fuck if I care."
He pulled Daveson down for another kiss, this one sweet and lingering. When they finally separated, Leonard rested his forehead against Daveson's.
"Stay with me tonight," he murmured. "Not in the guest quarters. In my room. In my bed."
Daveson's heart stuttered. "Leo..."
"I know it's risky. I know we have to be careful. But I need more than stolen moments in hallways and libraries. I need..." He trailed off, seeming to struggle with the words. "I need you, Dave. All of you. Even if it's just for one night."
Daveson should say no. Should maintain the distance, should remember his purpose here. But with Leonard looking at him like that, with the taste of him still on his lips and the warmth of him surrounding him, saying no felt impossible.
"Okay," he whispered. "Tonight."
Leonard's smile was brilliant. "Tonight," he echoed. Then his expression turned wicked. "But first, we both need showers. And probably some coffee, because I'm going to keep you up all night, Dave. Going to make you forget your own name."
A thrill ran down Daveson's spine at the promise in Leonard's voice. "Is that so?"
"That's a guarantee." Leonard's hands slid down to grip his ass again, pulling him flush against him. "Going to take my time with you. Going to learn what makes you moan, what makes you beg, what makes you scream my name."
"Leo," Daveson breathed, already feeling himself responding again despite having just found release.
"See? Already so responsive to me." Leonard nipped at his jaw. "Can't wait to discover what other sounds I can pull from you."
A knock on the library door made them both freeze. "Mr. Heyden?" A servant's voice called. "Your mother is looking for you. She says you have a conference call in ten minutes."
Leonard closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Tell her I'll be there in five," he called back, his voice remarkably steady given the circumstances.
"Yes, sir."
They waited until the footsteps retreated before moving. Daveson climbed off Leonard's lap reluctantly, immediately missing the warmth and solidity of him.
"Tonight," Leonard reminded him, standing and trying to make himself presentable. It was a losing battle, his hair was hopelessly mussed and his lips were red from kissing. "Eight o'clock. My room. Don't make me come looking for you."
"I'll be there," Daveson promised.
Leonard caught his wrist as he moved toward the door, pulling him back for one more kiss. This one was slow and deep, full of promise.
"Tonight, Dave, you're mine.
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