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Dibu’s entire world is spinning. The noise around him is deafening, screams and shouts and the roar of the crowd, the sound of his teammates voices, already hoarse and full of such emotion that it leaves him breathless every time he hears it. There’s confetti in the air, catching the bright golden lights of the stadium and of the fireworks exploding overhead. The stands are a riot of white and blue and glee and tears and pure, unrelenting joy pouring down on them, spilling over their heads to run down their backs, and yet, the only thing his eyes can focus on are Leo’s hands, strong fingers – and there are still blades of grass clinging to his skin – wrapped around the base of the most glorious trophy Dibu has ever seen as he raises it over his head. His chest feels tight and his throat hurts as his pride-filled voice joins the multitude, and the sheer black fabric slipping down Leo’s forearms just makes the gold of the World Cup shine impossibly brighter. The ribbon of his medal cuts into the skin of Dibu’s neck when he raises it high over his head as he jumps, and he reaches out to steady himself against Leo’s shoulder, feeling the way his muscles flex under his hand when he throws his head back to scream his victory to the star-studded sky, his skin hot and damp even through the shirt and the silky smooth fabric of the bisht.He doesn’t think he’ll ever feel like this again. He knows his body couldn’t take it. His heart is pounding like crazy still, and he doesn’t think an adrenaline rush should last this long. But they won.  They won.He lets that thought crash into him again as if for the first time, and the flood of pure happiness isn’t diminished by the fact that there’s nothing else he can think about, by the fact that the waves of joy just keep coming, one after the other like the ocean crashing against the shore every time he thinks about it. He loses track of what happens next. There are flashes – the feeling of Rodri’s body pressed to his in a hug, hands touching him, his own reaching out to grab at every white and blue shirt that crosses his field of vision, the noise of the crowd swelling as he watches Angel lift Leo in a tight hug – but he’s so delirious with happiness that it feels like being in a dream, his brain too overwhelmed to hold onto the present.There is a memory that shines bright in the midst of the pure chaos surrounding him though, one that he’s sure he’ll never forget. Leo jumping on him – his arms closing around his shoulders, his thighs wrapped around his waist, his hand gripping Dibu’s nape tight as he presses his mouth to his ear – his skin under his palms, the scent of him filling his nostrils, the words he whisper-shouts against his neck: thank you, thank you, thank you.He lets himself melt into the crowd, blue and white all around him, all of them forming a wave that drives towards the stands until he’s not quite sure where he ends and his teammates begin, Leo high above them on Kun’s shoulders, the Cup higher still in his hands and pulling the attention of the entire stadium towards it like a magnet. Leo looks the happiest Dibu has ever seen him.The rest of the celebrations are a blur. They spill into the changing rooms like a flood, and there are already bottles being opened, the walls echoing their chants and songs back at them. They end up wearing more alcohol than what they drink, which is a feat unto itself, and Dibu lets himself grow loose and boisterous, drunk on victory and aching joy.He screams and sings and jumps around, makes silly faces at the camera Otamendi shoves into his face, smiling wide at the eruption of hearts and at the jubilation of his people as the comments reel fast and jumbled over the screen.From one moment to the next he finds himself barefoot and without shorts, but he cannot bear to take off the champion’s shirt, too enamored by the feeling of the three stars on his back burning a line down his spine.Scaloni tries to reel them in a little at some point, and Dibu cannot help but laugh gleefully as he watches him receive a cava shower in response. He loses track of time, of how many of his teammates he’s danced with, of how many times his eyes catch on Leo’s figure as he joins in the fun.The sight of a jubilant Leo – jumping, singing, dancing on the table with gold in his beautiful hands – is too hard to resist for long, though. It’s the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen, and he lets the want that’s pooling in his chest push him forwards, eyes fixed on him as he navigates his way through the tangle of bodies, feeling the eyes of the room turn towards him as he shoves past his teammates, his heart beating fast. He reaches him and closes his hand around his wrist to tug him closer, mind blanking as he feels his skin shiver under his fingertips, and then he drags them up his arm – up his neck and brushing along the line of his jaw, sinking his fingers into his hair and tilting his head back to kiss him. His body moves on autopilot, heart full of the way Leo’s lips stretch in a smile right before his crash into them, the way raw, blinding joy shines out of his dark eyes. He barely hears the cheers and the catcalls of their teammates, vaguely hopes that they have more presence of mind than him – enough to cut their streams momentarily, or at least tilt their phones away – but then even that fades into irrelevance when Leo’s mouth opens under his and his fingers dig into his shoulders as he pulls him closer, arching up into his arms like he’s been dying for this just as much as Dibu had been. The moan Dibu lets out doesn’t escape Leo’s hungry mouth, and he stumbles into him and pushes him back a few steps, his knees wobbling dangerously as the slick slide of Leo’s tongue between his lips makes him shudder. They half-fall, half-slip on the bench nearby, Dibu’s weight pushing Leo’s legs apart until he’s cradled between them, and he’s so consumed by the way Leo’s mouth parts under his that he barely notices it when his knees bang against the floor hard enough for the impact to rattle through him. Whatever shred of decorum he has left flees from him the second Leo rolls his hips up against him as Dibu crawls on top of him, his half-hard cock pressing against Dibu’s belly. Leo’s hand fists in his hair, teeth digging in his lower lip, and Dibu cages him against the bench and slips his forearm between him and the hard surface to cushion his head. He drags a hand down his side as he gasps, fingers scrambling against the fabric of his shorts until he finds purchase, gripping Leo’s ass tight enough to bruise as he feels Leo wrap a leg around his hips, the heel of his boot digging into the back of his calf, studs catching on his skin. “Look at that!” someone shouts.“You go, Dibu!”There’s laughter surrounding them, wolf-whistles and cheers and then the bang of something rattling on the floor, but the only thing Dibu can focus on is the heat of Leo’s mouth, Leo’s fingers on his nape pulling him closer, the way he can feel his chest heaving under him, pressing the gold metal against his ribcage. The feeling shivers through him, electric, as his mind reminds him once again that they did it.He’s a world champion and he’s kissing Leo Messi senseless, two gold medals clicking together in the space between them. It’s the most perfect day of his entire life and then Leo gasps against his lips and exhales his name, makes warmth bloom through him – and he was wrong, it can get better than this, he just needs to feel Leo’s skin pressed against his, he just needs him inside and over him, he needs him closer. He lets his fingers slip under the hem of Leo's shorts, gripping his leg tight before he slides it up the back of his thigh, eager to feel silky skin against his palm. He grabs a handful of Leo’s ass and squeezes, and then he tries to wriggle his hand between them – where he can feel Leo’s cock stretching the fabric tight – desperate to close his fingers around him and bring him the pleasure he deserves. Before he can reach his objective, he’s distracted by something cold and wet spilling on him from above and he flinches; he tears his mouth away from Leo’s with a startled sound, shaking his head and sending droplets flying everywhere.“Wha–” Leo gasps, and then he splutters as more cava pours down on them, dripping on his face and in his open, red mouth. Dibu shivers at the feeling, the cold liquid seeping through the back of his shirt and running down his neck to drip on Leo’s chest, fizzling like static on his skin; his mind is foggy, the memory of Leo’s tongue twisting around his still palpable like an almost physical sensation, and he stares at the way the golden liquid runs past Leo’s lips to pool in the hollow of his throat. He doesn’t even wonder where it came from, he just bends down again and licks a stripe up Leo’s neck, feels him tremble under him as he kisses his way down his jugular to drag his tongue through the puddle in the dip between his collarbones. The bubbles buzz against his tongue, the taste of Leo's skin and the dry wine mixes deliciously in his mouth and his hand, still roaming under Leo’s shorts, curls around the front of Leo’s thigh, thumb digging into the crease between his leg and his groin and teasing at the edge of his underwear. He vaguely hears someone let out a curse from behind them, but his mind is lost to pleasure and want and he just moans, following the delicious taste of wine back to the source until he’s licking into Leo’s mouth again, drinking the cava from his tongue.“For fuck's sake!” someone groans from above them and Leo’s chest rumbles under his as he starts laughing, the hand still fisted in his hair pulling his head back. Dibu complies, grumbling and blinking stinging liquid from his eyes.“What?” he snaps to the disembodied voice that interrupted them, and then he registers that the wine probably hadn’t spontaneously decided to pour itself over them like a congratulatory rain shower from God, and he finally looks up.Scaloni is staring at him, eyebrows raised. He’s trying hard to look unamused and stern, but his wide eyes and the way the corners of his mouth are twitching give him away. “Cool down, boys. Please do not have sex right in front of me. Please.”Dibu feels his face flame bright as reality crashes into him and he yelps, pulling away from Leo with a start. His hand tangles in his shorts as he whips it away as if burned, tugging them down briefly and revealing a flash of Leo’s hipbone and his bare upper thigh, where his fingers had been resting just a second before. He swallows dryly and tears his gaze away from the sight of Leo sprawled under him – mouth red-kissed and chest heaving – just in time to catch from the corner of his eyes the way most of his teammates jerk their heads around quickly to look away. Leo is still laughing, back pressed against the bench and an arm thrown over his eyes, his cheeks as red as Dibu’s feel.“Uhm,” Dibu stutters.Scaloni rolls his eyes at him. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, but Dibu catches the amused smirk on his face as he turns around to join the rowdy crowd, and his face grows boiling hot.Leo shifts under him to push himself up on an elbow, pulling Dibu’s attention back to him and making him lean back to give him some more space, but he cannot bear to let go of him just yet. “Goddamn Emi,” Leo whispers, looking up at him with eyes so dark they remind Dibu of the night sky above them. He looks like a burning star, hungry and wanting, wreathed in gold, and Dibu aches with the need to put his mouth on him again.“I want–” he breathes, clenching his hand around his hip as he struggles not to fall into temptation again.“I know. Me too,” Leo breathes, licking his lower lip. “Later.” It's a promise, and that gives Dibu enough strength to finally pull away. He helps Leo to his feet, looking longingly at the way Leo's cock is straining against his shorts. He regrets losing his, there is nothing hiding the way his own briefs are tenting right now, and he has a feeling that trying to cover himself is only gonna bring more attention to it.He steps away reluctantly, fingertips trailing down Leo’s tattooed arm as he watches him wipe his mouth quickly with the back of his hand, and his heart stutters in his chest as want surges up in his throat once again.But Leo is not just for him tonight – at least, not yet – he muses as he watches him try to compose himself. He gets quickly stolen away from him by a snickering Angel, who waggles his eyebrows at him and then bends down to whisper something in Leo’s ear that makes him splutter and push him away. Leo’s flushed face turns to survey the room, his mouth curling into a smug smirk as he catches the gaze of some of their teammates.Dibu’s stomach does a funny flip as Leo’s chin rises a fraction in challenge – daring anyone to say something to him – and his smirk widens as his eyes flit briefly over to Dibu, looking at him up and down in a proprietary manner. He looks like he’s the one feeling lucky, showing off what he’s got, and Dibu feels warm all over, incredulously flattered.He turns away to hide his flush, taking in a big breath and grinning ruefully at the way his teammates are laughing at him. He’s extremely aware of how exposed he is as his cock throbs between his legs, and his plight is not helped by the way Leo has just laid the most obvious claim on him without even uttering a single word. He feels like he could take flight at any second.Fortunately, or unfortunately if you are Dibu, he feels an arm wrapping around his shoulder to pull him down in a rough hug until his face is squished against someone’s clavicle.“Mpfh–” he sputters, taken by surprise. The shock thankfully helps him compose himself a little as his world tilts and he has to windmill his arms to keep his balance.“You dog! It looked like you wanted to eat him whole!” Lea’s laughing voice rings in his ear, painfully close and loud, and Dibu yelps as his knuckles drag roughly over his scalp.“Fuck off,” he growls, but he’s laughing as he pushes him away.Lea is looking up at him with a sly grin on his face, and he looks pretty wasted already. Dibu decides that he should catch up, so he reaches out to grab the almost empty bottle from his hand and takes a swig, sweetness bursting on his tongue. From the corner of his eye, he sees Leo looking at him, so he makes a show of it – throws his head back and swallows deeply, making sure Leo can see his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He flushes at the way Leo's gaze sharpens on him through the throng of people dancing and moving between them, dark and heavy, and he pulls the bottle away from his lips slowly, tongue darting out to catch the last shining drop clinging to the rim. When he thrusts the empty bottle back in Lea’s slack hand, his lips curl into a grin as he sees the way his gaze is darting incredulously between him and Leo.“I am, you know,” he says, satisfaction rumbling in his tone.“What?” Lea mutters distractedly, pulling his gaze away from Leo to focus back on him. Dibu notices how the look had definitely not been at eye level.“Gonna eat him whole later,” Dibu says smugly, poking his tongue against the inside of his cheek teasingly and enjoying the way Lea chokes on his saliva.“Braggart,” Lea rasps, punching him in the chest. “You fucking braggart, how could you??”Dibu laughs, loud and free, sweet wine buzzing in his veins and elation filling his chest as he pulls him into a side hug and pushes him forwards to join the conga line forming around the central table.  The ride back to their hotel is just as chaotic as everything that preceded it. The bus has to move slowly, as there are people all around them, crying their joy out to them. Dibu leans over the railing and waves, his ears full of songs and screams as he watches the surge of arms moving like a wave in the crowd, reaching for him.Someone grabs the back of his shirt and pulls on it, and he lets himself be dragged away, head thrown back as he laughs at the sky. Licha is screaming in his ear – the words idiot and fall and come here almost swallowed by the way the blood pounds in his head – but he’s laughing, eyes squinted almost shut and shoulders shaking as he pushes him towards the end of the bus.Dibu lets himself be corralled by Licha’s hand on his chest, stumbling backwards until he feels something hard and hot on either side of his ribs as his back presses into cold metal.“All yours!” Licha shouts over Dibu’s shoulder. “He looked like he wanted to crowd surf, and I’m not gonna be the one to go tell the driver we have to stop to go look for our wayward keeper.” Dibu lets himself fall backwards between someone’s legs, his mouth curling into a smile even before he tilts his head back into their lap and sees who it is. He knows. Leo’s face appears in his vision, eyes crinkled and smiling wide, looking down at him fondly as he clamps his thighs around Dibu’s ribcage and crosses his ankles in front of his stomach, holding him still. He’s sitting on the high raised edge at the end of the bus, on top of the world, the World Cup resting against his hip. Dibu’s smile widens. “Hello, Champion!” he screams, uncaring of the way Rodri sniggers at him from where he’s half slumped against Leo’s side. Leo laughs, bright and happy, his free hand coming down to drag his knuckles against his cheekbone. “Hello my Champion,” he replies, voice much lower than his, and Angel – on his other side – makes a retching noise.Leo swats at him without looking, gaze still fixed on him, and Dibu lets himself half-collapse until he’s cradled between his legs, leaning the back of his head against his hip and looking up at him adoringly. He’s so full of joy he could burst.He turns his head slightly, and his vision is filled by the glittering gold of the Cup, Leo’s fingers curled possessively around the narrowest part of it. “Beautiful,” he breathes.“Yes,” Leo says simply, and when Dibu’s gaze is pulled back to him he realizes that he’s not just looking at the Cup. He flushes, ignoring Angel’s groan.The bus lurches to a jerky stop and Dibu slips a little lower, his arm wrapping around Leo’s calf to steady him when he lets out a startled sound, grateful for the way Rodri winds an arm quickly around Leo’s shoulders to make sure he doesn’t fall. Someone must have crossed in front of the bus, and laughter blooms from all around him as everyone staggers and bumps into each other. Dibu takes advantage of the fact that he’s hidden from view by the bodies of his teammates and turns his head enough to press his lips to the inside of Leo’s knee, before trailing them higher until he reaches the hem of his white shorts. He kisses the soft skin of Leo’s inner thigh – once, twice – looking up at him through his lashes.Leo’s eyes are wide and dark, mouth slightly open, and his fingers twitch around the Cup when Dibu teasingly lets his tongue trail up even further, teeth closing around the fabric of his shorts and tugging at them. He imagines just giving in, turning completely until he’s cradled between Leo’s legs and burying his face against his cock – and he’s hard again, Dibu can see it, feel it against the side of his head. He imagines taking him in his mouth right here, making him see more stars than there are in the skies above them, with a multitude of people chanting his name in the background.The way Leo’s chest hitches as he keeps staring hungrily down at him makes him think that he’s having the same thought. He’s jolted out of his impossible fantasy by the strangled noise Rodri makes as he catches sight of what Dibu is doing. He presses a last smiling kiss high on Leo’s thigh and, by the time the bus starts again, he has arranged himself in a less indecent position. “My god Dibu, you horndog,” Rodri hisses, looking half a second away from combusting into a pile of jealous ashes.Leo laughs again, his face red and his teeth glinting white as he curls his fingers in Dibu’s hair and tugs in gentle rebuke before he relaxes his legs and shoves him playfully away. He bends down to whisper, “Self-control,” in his ear, but it sounds like he’s reminding himself as much as he’s scolding Dibu.Dibu grins at him and salutes sloppily before letting himself be swallowed back into the crowd, losing himself in the celebrations.  On the bus and then later, in the hotel, the Cup does its rounds – greedy fingers cradling it gently, lips pressing against it as it passes from hand to hand, eyes following its movements constantly.It’s heavy – the weight of it feeling almost sacred – and beautiful. Dibu’s hands still tremble a little as he holds it, even though it’s not the first time he's done so this evening. It should be cold, he muses, but the gold is body-warm, and he cannot help but feel like every single one of them has left something of themselves inside of it tonight, even if it’s just heat.It’s theirs.It’s never in his hands for long, but whenever it reaches him, in between bouts of dancing and drunken singing, it feels almost like the noise that surrounds him fades into the background. He knows he’s not the only one who feels like that, he can see it – in the way Angel’s eyes go glassy and soft, in the way Juli’s go bright and awed, in the way Nico stares down at it, face dazed, in the way Cuti’s knuckles turn white and his expression turns warm.And yet, despite how right it feels in their hands, every time Leo turns his head in its direction it finds its way back to him in the span of a few seconds. Everyone is as eager as Dibu to see it gleaming between his fingers, in its rightful place.A couple of hours after they arrive at the hotel, the frenetic pace of their celebration has slowed a little. There’s still loud music and laughter echoing through the common rooms and the corridors, and sometimes someone gets hit by a surge of adrenaline as their reality washes over them once again, and they end up spreading it around the room until everyone is cheering and dancing once more. Groups form and dissolve slowly, everyone wants to celebrate with everyone else, talk about a particular moment during the match – what they felt, what they did, the slew of emotions that hit them at certain moments. They are not particularly coherent, these conversations – eyes half-glazed by alcohol and gleeful mouths moving rapidly as they speak over each other, and most of the time the sentences peter out in jokes and spontaneous group hugs.It's the best night of Dibu’s life, and he feels at all times like he’s floating, warmth constantly bubbling in his chest as he bounces from group to group, from person to person, laughing and dancing and chatting the night away, and he keeps staring at his teammates’ faces, trying to commit these moments to memory because he wants to be able to relive them for the rest of his life.He finds himself talking again and again about that last save, his heart jolting every time he remembers it; the clip of it is apparently making its rounds on social media lightning quick, and he’s accosted multiple times by someone just bear-hugging him from behind as soon as they finish watching it, grabbing him by the shoulder to call him a goddamn savior. It goes a long, long way towards soothing that perfectionist part of him – even as subdued as it is from the pure elation still running through him – that’s still smarting from the goals he had conceded.Sometimes later, when he’s happily drunk and his legs are struggling to follow his commands, he goes to look for Angel. He finds him reclining on a sofa right near the speakers, apparently unperturbed by the bass that’s making the floor vibrate. He’s smiling, eyes closed and head bobbing to the music, and he makes a winded sound as Dibu throws himself on top of him like a dead weight.“Fuck,” he wheezes, eyes flying open as his arms flail, and then he laughs when he sees it’s him. “Dibu!” he cries out loudly, his name almost turned into a cheer. “How much have you drunk to confuse me for Leo? I thought the way I don’t fucking fit on this couch would be a clue!” His arms wrap around his shoulders anyways, squeezing him in a tight hug. Dibu returns the hug and smiles, feeling warm affection rush through his veins as he snuggles into him. His body is buzzing, he’s tired and yet he feels incredibly energized, and Angel is very comfy right now, if not a little bony.Angel snorts and then pokes him in the back. “I’ll warn you, though, if you start humping me I’m gonna hit you with my shoe,” he says, words slurring lightly.Dibu turns his head and moans loudly in his ear, sniggering when Angel curses him out and pushes against his shoulder. He rolls uncoordinatedly off of him, yelping as he falls off the sofa. The room is spinning around him and his heart is full of fondness. “That’s it, where’s my shoe?” Angel mutters, bending his knee to reach his foot and making a half-hearted effort to unlace his boot. He’s clearly too drunk to manage, and Dibu laughs at him when he gives up and lays back against the cushions with a pout. He ignores the threat with ease, suddenly remembering why he’d come to look for him. He grabs his arms and jostles him until he’s looking back at him.“What a goal, Fideo, what a fucking goal!” he yells over the music, smiling wide. It’s not the first time he’d screamed that at him tonight, and it probably won’t be the last, because he still sees it flash behind his eyelids at times – the way the team had moved as if guided by a single mind, smooth and elegant and fucking perfect, every touch a brushstroke, every pass exactly the right one to create one of the prettiest goals Dibu had ever seen. And Angel at the end of it, rising to the challenge is such a masterful way Dibu had been half convinced he’d actually seen wings spread out behind him as he celebrated. That might be the alcohol talking, though.“They fucking named you right!” he says, still sprawled on the floor and looking up at him with a wide grin.“They sure fucking did!” Angel cheers. He leans on his side and grips the bottle propped against the leg of the sofa, thrusting it towards the ceiling in a wordless toast before taking a generous swig. He then tries to pass it to Dibu, but he misjudges the motion and ends up pouring it into his unprepared face.“Don’t fucking waterboard me now!” Dibu yelps, pushing his hand away and wiping at his face. Angel chuckles, his head lolling to the side as he looks at him fondly. “You’re right. I’ll wait to kill you later, you deserve to have some more fun first.” He waggles his eyebrows at him again, and Dibu cannot believe how used he’s gotten to seeing that mischievous expression on his face. “I heard Leo is looking for you.”Dibu sits straight up, scrambling to his feet as the room spins around him. “Oh? Where is he?” He sways and almost falls on top of Angel again as his legs buckle – he’s drunk way too much – and Angel would deserve it, really, because he’s cackling hysterically, hard enough that he has trouble breathing, never mind telling him what he wants to know. He bends over his shuddering form and grabs him by the shoulders, shaking him gently against the sofa. “Fideo,” he whines, “C’mon man, I’m seeing double! Don’t make me look room for room.”Angel wheezes, his head flopping side to side at Dibu’s movements, looking the most relaxed Dibu had ever seen him. “You–you–” he splutters, gasping. “You looked like lightning had hit you!” He laughs even harder and then jerks, arms flailing and eyes going wide, and Dibu realizes he’s imitating him.“Bah,” he says, releasing Angel and straightening carefully, too wasted to feel anything more than a rueful twinge of embarrassment about that. Angel looks like a lost cause, eyes closed and still giggling madly, and Dibu decides to leave him like that.He makes his way through the crowd in the corridor and reaches the bigger common room, where he promptly loses focus when Lautaro drags him in a graceless dancing huddle with Juli and Enzo. Lautaro pulls them in a circle as the music throbs through them, makes them do some stupid dance moves and then laughs uproariously at them before showing them how it’s really done. When Dibu leans over to shout a mocking curse at him, Lautaro grabs him by the hand and makes him spin in a circle until the flashing lights blur around him and he has to stop and lean on him so as not to tumble to the floor. Lautaro smacks a kiss on his cheek and then pulls back, grimacing. “Why do you taste sweet?” he asks, his face so utterly confused that Dibu cannot help but laugh. “Because I am sweet!” he cries out nonsensically, and Lautaro squints at him as he wipes at his mouth.“You are not! You are a dick and a bastard, and I like you that way!” he says, pointing a finger at him. “Why are you wearing wine?”Julian, half-hanging off Enzo’s shoulder, reaches out and pokes at Dibu’s cheek, and then he examines his fingertip before licking it. He looks up, his eyes glazed and happy. “Wine!” he announces, like he’s made the discovery of the century.Dibu ruffles his hair fondly. “Yup. If you want a wine shower, Angel is giving them out for free. He’s somewhere over there,” he gestures vaguely behind him.“Were you humping the Captain again??” Enzo squeaks, and then he slaps a hand over his mouth, wide-eyed like he hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Juli elbows him in the ribs, trying to be inconspicuous and failing miserably. “Shhhh,” he mumbles, and Lautaro has to steady them as they teeter dangerously on the edge of falling over.Dibu snickers, and Lautaro’s head snaps towards him. “Were you?” he asks suspiciously.Dibu widens his eyes innocently and smiles. “Nope.” Right as Lautaro’s accusing gaze relaxes, though, he adds, “I was going to go do that right now, though. Any idea of where Leo is?”Enzo and Julian crack up, hands pressed to their mouths to muffle their snickers, and Lautaro gives up on trying to keep them on their feet and lets them stumble drunkenly to the floor.“No idea, saw him heading that way earlier though,” he says, gesturing towards the corridor, and then he punches him hard in the shoulder. “You fucker,” he mutters while Dibu winces and rubs at the smarting flesh. “Anyways, I’m gonna go look for someone responsible, to get the kids to bed.” He punches him in the shoulder again. “Lucky bastard,” he mumbles, ignoring Dibu’s pained whine and then wandering away.Dibu takes a second to feel sorry for himself before he remembers what’s waiting for him. That perks him right up. He looks down at the two gasping kids on the floor, who have spiraled into giggling fits, and pokes them with his shoe. “Are you gonna be okay? Are you dying?”Enzo gives him a shaky thumbs up and then makes a gesture that Dibu choses to interpret as ‘Everything ok, go kiss Leo, no worries’ so he nods to himself and leaves in the direction Lautaro had shown him. He walks unsteadily through the corridor and takes the opportunity to duck into a bathroom to wash the stickiness off his face. When he emerges into the corridor he bumps into a drunkenly swaying Armani, who takes a look at his face, laughs, and then gestures to the nearest door. “Leo’s in there,” he says, voice loud as if they were still in the common room with the music blasting deafeningly high. Dibu spares a brief second to worry that he’s been standing too close to the speakers, and then decides that’s a problem they can tackle tomorrow and swings an arm around his shoulders.“Thank you!” he says, hugging him tight for a second and resting his forehead on his shoulder, and then grins at his equally happy face and turns away to enter the room.Leo is sitting on a sofa, slumped into Kun’s side with his back to the door, and Dibu can see the profile of his cheek, raised as if he was smiling. Kun is talking loudly with Ota and Rodri, who are sitting on the opposite couch; he’s gesticulating wildly, obviously wasted, and Dibu watches with a grin as Leo’s hand darts out to take away the Fernet glass in his hand as he goes to take a sip. Dibu reaches them in a couple of wide strides and he rests his hands on Leo’s shoulders, bending down to drop a kiss to the top of his head. Leo looks up and the smile on his lips widens. His eyes are a little glassy, but they sharpen when they fall on his face.“I was looking for you!” he exclaims, and Dibu slouches lower to wrap his arms around his chest, burying his head in the crook of his neck and closing his eyes contentedly as he takes a deep breath. He smells like alcohol and cologne and Leo – warm and familiar.He makes an amused sound, and when his back twinges he concludes that this position is supremely uncomfortable. He lets go and straightens, pushing Leo until he’s sitting on the edge of the sofa so he can scramble over the back to slip behind him – he really shouldn’t try such maneuvers when he’s this drunk, he almost falls on top of Leo and squashes him. He ends up sitting behind him, legs spread around Leo’s with his chest pressed to his back.He nuzzles back against Leo’s neck, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist and curling around his smaller frame. He exhales happily as Leo leans back into him, hands resting warm and solid on his thighs.“You were looking for me while sitting down?” he mumbles against his skin, smiling. “He was trying to convince one of us to go get you,” Kun says, voice slurred and amused. Dibu looks to the side and realizes that he’s kind of pushed him aside and now he’s squashed against the corner of the sofa. He looks fondly resigned. “He’s getting really spoiled. Your majesty didn’t want to get up.”Leo snorts. “I am not! It’s just–” he looks at Dibu over his shoulder, and trails off, mouth quirking up. His expression is more open than usual, the edges of it fuzzy with alcohol and soft, his eyes gleaming. “I am not that stable on my feet right now,” he says, and Dibu can tell he’s trying really hard not to slur his words. His accent is thicker, his voice hoarse and deeper than usual, taxed from all the screaming he’d done. It makes Dibu want to do unspeakable things to him.Dibu kisses him on the cheek, flushing lightly as he hears Kun make an awww sound under his breath. “Why were you looking for me?” he asks, and he cannot quite keep the edge of hope and anticipation from his voice. His hand is resting low on Leo’s belly, fingers splayed wide as he feels it rise and fall under his palm. Lust rushes through him, making his heart race.Leo’s eyelids drop to half-mast and his mouth twitches into a slow smirk that makes Dibu’s breath stutter, but before he has time to speak, Ota launches himself from the opposite couch and lunges awkwardly towards him to cover his mouth with his hand. Leo’s breath whooshes out of him as he’s pressed back into Dibu’s chest.“No. No, I refuse to hear whatever was gonna come out of your mouth.” Ota is halfway leaning in Leo’s lap now, hand clamped tight around the lower part of his face, and he does spare Dibu a withering look which looks a lot less menacing than usual. His expression is long-suffering and amused.Kun snorts. “Oh? Is this a ‘pile up on Messi’ moment? I think so,” he says in a sing-song voice and then he jumps on Ota’s back and wraps his arms around Leo and Dibu both. Ota squacks, collapsing on top of them, and he lets go of Leo’s face to try and disentangle himself – somehow managing to knee Dibu in the thigh, the bastard – but Rodri doesn’t miss a beat and joins them, making sure he cannot go anywhere.“Group hug Ota, don’t be a grump!” he crows, winding his arm in front of his chest to grip Leo’s shoulder.“Oh fuck,” Dibu gasps, having trouble breathing now that he’s at the bottom of the pile, the weight and press of his teammates making him slide sideways until he’s almost lying down as they settle on top of him, the couch groaning worryingly.He tightens his hold around Leo’s waist, feeling his abdomen flex against his forearms as he laughs breathlessly. Ota’s face is now smushed into Leo’s pectoral, and Kun’s is right above Dibu’s, a shit-eating grin on his lips. “What do you say, Dibu? Gonna share tonight?”Dibu lets out a strangled groan and Leo starts laughing even harder as he feels Ota make a panicked strategic withdrawal, squirming out from under Rodri’s deadweight on his back. Rodri, drunk out of his mind and clearly lacking watever meager filter he had managed to maintain till now, lets out a whoop of excitement at Kun’s suggestion. Dibu laughs at him.Leo puts his hand over Kun’s face and pushes him away, dislodging Rodri in the process as well and sitting up, letting Dibu take his first full breath in a while. Dibu cannot stop snickering even as he hears Leo’s voice berating Kun in the background, tone embarrassed and amused in equal parts, and he comes to himself only when he feels Leo’s hand wrap around his wrist to pull him to his feet. He staggers into him, still laughing, and feels himself getting directed out of the room.“Goodnight!!” Leo says, not even looking back as he drags him behind him.“You are no fun, Leo!” he hears Kun yell after them, his voice swallowed up in the loud music that pours into the small room as soon as Leo opens the door. Dibu hums, feeling like he’s floating, and he wraps himself around Leo, nearly sending them crashing into a wall as one of his legs tangles between his. Leo is breathing hard, his stomach tightening under Dibu’s wandering hand, his face flushed and his eyes dark. They stagger through the corridor still wrapped around each other, and Dibu is barely looking at where he’s going, letting Leo guide him wherever he wants, too busy mouthing his way along Leo’s jaw and sucking at the skin of his neck softly. He’s got enough coherency left not to leave marks, knowing Leo would have a hard time explaining them tomorrow, but not much more. “Gonna drag me away to have your way with me?” he breathes against damp skin, and Leo makes a strangled noise, tightening his grip around Dibu’s wrist and pulling his hand away from where it had been sneakily trying to slip under the waistband of his trousers. Dibu makes a mournful noise, teeth grazing his Adam's apple petulantly. Leo lets out a muttered curse and reaches for the elevator button, mashing it frantically before shoving him against the closed doors, and Dibu happily lets himself be maneuvered, jolting as Leo steps between his spread legs and presses up against him, teeth nipping at his collarbone.“Fuck, yes, Emi,” Leo mumbles, shivering when Dibu moans and runs a hand up to his nape to press his mouth closer. “Want you, I want you,” he pants before biting softly at the base of his throat.Dibu’s cock jerks in his pants and his hands scramble against Leo’s back to pull him closer still. “Yes,” he hisses, eyes fluttering closed with a shudder as Leo grinds against him, his cock hard against Dibu’s thigh and his mouth wet on his neck. “You can have me, yes, please,” he pants, gripping his ass and squeezing. God, he’s bursting out of his skin with want, his hands graceless and frantic and eager to touch him everywhere. There’s a ding that’s almost buried under the music echoing against the walls of the corridor, and Dibu’s brain is too slow to realize what’s about to happen before he’s falling backwards as the doors open behind him. Leo makes a startled noise and tightens his grip around his waist to make sure he doesn’t fall flat on his back, but Dibu is too tall and uncoordinated, and they end up tripping into the elevator clumsily. Dibu lets out a whine as his back collides against the side wall harshly and then Leo’s body slams into him.“Sorry,” Leo gasps, and Dibu laughs breathlessly, bending down to capture his mouth in a kiss, thrilled at the way Leo surges up against him, his mouth sweet from alcohol and burning hot.“Uhm–Excuse me?”Dibu barely registers the muffled sound, too busy licking into Leo’s mouth and running his hands down his back, burrowing his fingers under the back of his shirt to slide a hand up his spine.“Fuck, ok—I’m just… gonna go,” the unknown voice mutters, and Dibu finally registers what’s happening when he feels someone brush past them. His eyes slit open in surprise, a rush of adrenaline surging through him when he sees their retreating back scurrying out between the closing doors.Oops.Leo gives no indication he has noticed anything, fists clenched into the back of Dibu’s shirt and pulling at it like he wants to rip it off him; the fabric stretches taut away from Dibu’s body, the collar tightening around the front of his throat in a way that makes his vision swim, that makes him forget the existence of anyone else but him. Dibu’s cock twitches in his pants, and he whines as Leo bites his lower lip harshly and pulls away, tongue reaching out to lick at the swollen skin. His hair – even as short as it is – is all tousled, his face flushed and glowing. “God, what floor–” Leo pants, and Dibu realizes that he cannot remember right now. He grasps against the wall until he feels buttons under his fingertips, turning his head away for a second and trying to focus on the backlit numbers swimming in the periphery of his vision as Leo attacks his neck again. His fingers spasm when Leo’s hot hand slips under his shirt to caress up his back – soft skin and scratching nails – and then down, fingers gliding along the length of his spine until they burrow under the waistband of his pants to grip his asscheek tight.He presses the right button, he thinks, feeling the elevator jerk into motion, but he doesn’t really care because Leo is kissing him again, and he spreads his legs wider as Leo’s fingers travel further. He lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched sound as he feels the touch of a fingertip against his rim, belly tightening with desire as the touch turns firmer, pressing against him teasingly. He clutches at his shoulders, heart thundering in his ears, so turned on he aches with it.Leo laughs in his mouth, breath hot and damp against his lips, and Dibu’s bones turn to jelly as he slips his finger in – just the tip – the slight burn of it lighting his blood on fire. He throws his head back, shuddering as Leo latches onto his neck again, his other hand splayed wide against his stomach and pressing him into the wall.His cock is steadily leaking in his underwear, rubbing against Leo’s abs with every breath he takes, and he flushes violently when his blurry gaze sharpens and he comes face to face with himself in the mirrored wall. He looks like a complete mess – eyes glazed and dark, mouth swollen from kisses, leaning helplessly against the wall with Leo’s hands under his clothes, in his pants.He looks like a whore.He swallows dryly, eyes fluttering shut at the dry burn as Leo sinks his finger a little deeper – like he cannot wait, like he knows Dibu would let him fuck him right here and he’s half-considering it.“Leo,” he breathes, his voice hiccuping in his throat at Leo’s answering moan. “Leo, please, want you to fuck me.” His words are slurred, voice trembling, and Leo pulls away from his throat with a low, harsh sound of want.“Yes,” he hisses, eyes pitch black as he looks up at him. “Not here–not–” he pants, and then he lets his finger slip out of him and leans back slightly as the dinging sound returns and the elevator shudders to a stop.Dibu feels bereft as the warmth of his body leaves him, and he finds himself swaying forwards instinctively, hand reaching up to cradle the back of his head, a greedy sound rumbling in his throat as he drags him into another kiss. The desire to finally, finally have him all to himself steadies his legs, and he walks him backwards through the opening doors, frantically kissing him still.He doesn’t know how they manage to reach the room, Dibu’s world has narrowed down to just the bubble they are in, just Leo’s body against his, the beating of his heart against his chest, and the feeling of his mouth – hot and sweet and hungry beneath his – that stuns him more than any amount of alcohol ever could.This time, it’s Leo that’s being pressed against the door, the shining number on the wood half-covered by his body, only the 1 visible. Dibu reaches behind him and turns the handle, keeping an arm wrapped around his waist to hold him against his body as they tumble into the room. The door slams shut behind them, and a surge of pure want floods through him.Before he realizes he’s doing it, Dibu’s hands are under Leo’s clothes and he's bending down to press his mouth to the shell of his ear, telling him how much he wants him, a barely coherent stream of fantasies – Leo’s cock on his tongue, Leo’s fingers inside him, Leo tying him up and fucking him so hard he’s not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.Leo groans and turns his head to bite at his jaw as he pulls him closer, fingertips digging into his hips as he walks backwards to the bed. “Emi, Emi,” he gasps against his lips. “Want you so much, come here–come–” He tugs at his shirt, manages to wrestle it off of him as they keep kissing, and everything is a tangle of heat and desire bursting between them.They grapple at each other, fingers clawing at clothes and flesh – Dibu’s hands roving greedily over flushed skin and tense muscles, Leo’s touch impatient and demanding, barely waiting until the fabric has left his body before his hands are on him, pulling him against himself, dragging up his back and in his hair and scratching down his chest. When Dibu’s eyes flutter open again, Leo is bare chested, his shorts partially off and tangling around one of his legs and Dibu is completely naked. Dibu wraps his arm low around his hips and bends down to press his lips to the base of his throat, mouth sloppy and eager as he reaches for Leo’s cock, presses the palm of his hand to the thick bulge straining against his boxers and curls his fingers around it.Leo makes a sharp sound of pleasure, his hips rolling against his hand, his thigh slipping between Dibu’s legs to press up against his leaking cock as he throws his head back. Dibu doesn’t know how he manages to stay on his feet as the sensation spears through him – hot, hard muscles flexing under his length – and his fingers tighten around Leo, aching with the need to feel him skin to skin. He hooks his fingers in the band of his boxers to pull them off, his legs buckling as he makes to get on his knees but Leo stops him, fingers hot and trembling around his wrist. He stares up at him, looking disheveled and wild and lacking his usual composure. Dibu’s stomach jolts, his heartbeat ratcheting even higher as he takes him in – skin flushed and glistening and gold resting under his collarbones, right over his heart.“Let me, Emi,” Leo breathes, his fingers letting go of his wrist to trace a scorching hot path down his belly to curl around his cock. He strokes him from base to tip and Dibu has to steady himself by wrapping an arm around his shoulders, his legs trembling as he forces himself not to thrust into his hand. They are still flush against each other, and the head of Dibu’s cock is pressed to the hard flesh just under Leo’s belly button, leaving a shining streak on his warm skin. Dibu shivers.“I want you in my mouth,  wanna taste you,” Leo murmurs, voice slurring slightly and eyes wide, and Dibu cannot help but let out a strangled noise, his head swimming with want. God, he wants that, he wants all of him, all to himself. He wants him forever. But there is something he wants even more tonight, and it’s to make him fly. Dibu wants to make this night even better for him, wants to push the flush of victory he can see shining in his eyes to even higher peaks. He wants to make sure this is the best goddamn night of his life, that on the night he gets what he has always wanted most, Dibu can crown it for him, give him something else that could match that high and make it sharper.Before he can try to put those thought into words, Leo lets go of his cock and advances on him, hand warm and firm on his hip bone and pushing him back until the edge of the bed hits the back of his legs; he doesn’t stop until he’s crawled on his lap, thighs caging his hips to the mattress and hands buried into his hair to hold him still. The frantic energy between them fades into a swell of calm for a moment as Leo rests his forehead against his and looks straight into his eyes, expression soft and wondrous and his hands are so gentle – palms pressed softly against his cheekbones, fingers curling around the sides of his head.“Emiliano,” he breathes, voice as soft as his hands and his eyes, and Dibu’s heart clenches in his chest, his eyes welling up at the pure joy that washes through him. Leo is holding him like he’d held the World Cup earlier that evening, touch awed and almost reverent, and his name on his lips sounds like a prayer. “I want to give you everything, whatever you want,” he says against his lips, kissing him once, twice – soft pecks that make butterflies explode into Dibu’s stomach. “You,” Dibu gasps, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him closer, skin breaking out in goosebumps when he feels his medal digging into his chest. “You, you, let me please you. I want to make you come, please Leo,” he almost whines, his thoughts muddled by alcohol and exhilaration and pure want. “God, you are so beautiful, please let me–”Leo groans, closing his eyes tightly and grinding down into his lap, his ass pressed tight against him. He’s still wearing underwear, and Dibu mourns the fact he cannot feel his soft skin against his cock.“Fuck. Whatever you want, and you always want that,” he laughs, breathless and fond, and then his hand fists into his hair to pull him into a brutal kiss. Dibu sobs in relief against his tongue, his hands smoothing up his spine. Leo kisses him wildly, none of the tempered control Dibu is used to feeling in him, fast and harsh and breathless like a skydiver rushing towards the earth. He kisses him like it’s the last thing he’ll do before he dies, like he’s starving and wanting and ready to go out in a blaze of glory. Dibu lets himself be devoured, clutching at his back and feeling like a tree branch being tossed around in a raging river, entirely helpless and almost drowning in it. It’s the best fucking kiss of his life.Leo pulls back and stares at him for a long moment – panting harshly, his eyes glazed and his lips swollen – and then he slides off his lap to sprawl on the bed, back against the headboard as he spreads his legs. Dibu twists and follows his movements clumsily, still reeling from the kiss, dropping ungracefully to the floor until he’s finally where he wants to be – on his knees under him, looking up at him like he’s the answer to his every prayer.Leo’s almost on the edge of the bed, one foot resting on the floor, the other planted on the mattress, and Dibu crawls between his legs, rubbing his cheek drunkenly against the inside of his thigh as he stares at the wet patch on Leo’s briefs. He glances up at him and flushes at the raw, hungry look on his face. He braces against his knees and leans in to press a kiss right under his belly button, smiling as the hot flesh breaks out in goosebumps under his shivering breaths; he licks and sucks his way up his belly, tongue tracing the trembling muscles until he reaches the medal hanging between his pectorals. His throat tightens as his swollen lips touch the warm gold and Leo’s hand lands on the crown of his head, fingertips pressing gently on his scalp.“Thank you,” Leo murmurs, his hand sliding down to come to rest on his nape. “You did this, thank you,” he repeats, pulling him closer and making him press his mouth more firmly against the metal. Dibu loses his breath, feeling his chest expand with pure euphoria at his words, at his actions.He shakes his head lightly, though, because despite how elated he is – at knowing how much Leo believes in him, at the way it feels to hear him say that – he disagrees.“Together,” he mumbles, his thoughts hazy from the swirl of alcohol and elation in his veins, the still present exhilaration at their victory.Leo’s eyes soften even more and he nods, carding a hand gently through his hair before he lets it fall to the medal resting on Dibu’s chest. “Together,” he agrees softly, winding his fingers around the ribbon and tugging him closer. He looks gorgeous, a pink flush spreading down his neck and over his chest, his eyes gleaming. Dibu lets out a sharp breath, and then he laughs softly. “God,” he says, flushing at himself, at the way his mouth waters. “God, I really want to suck your cock. Can I?”As soon as Leo’s smiling mouth moves to give him permission, Dibu feels the frantic rush of moments before overtaking him again. He has barely enough patience to lower his briefs enough to take him in hand, leaving them stretched around his spread thighs, fingers following the dent they leave in his firm flesh.And then he moans as he finally buries his face between his legs, greedily mouthing at his length, breath catching as he hears Leo let out a mumbled curse above him when he licks at the head. He grips the base of his cock and steadies it as he swallows him down, the taste of him on his tongue is like the sweetest ambrosia after having had to wait all evening. He’s already drooling, his pulse pounding in his neck as he licks his way down his cock, feeling it throb against his tongue. Leo’s fingers slip into his hair as Dibu bobs his head into his lap hungrily, tightening and then releasing in time with Dibu’s actions, but they don’t control his movements. And then the hold turns firmer and Dibu finds himself being made still, his head tilted sideways until his cheek is pressed against the top of Leo’s thigh. He lets out a shaky exhale through his nose as he shivers, looking up at Leo with blurry eyes. Leo looks down at him and holds him there for a long moment – head resting in his lap and his dick half-way inside his mouth – and then his hips twitch upwards, the movement pushing the head of his cock against the inside of his cheek and making it bulge obscenely. He lets out a wanton sound at the sight that travels directly to the pit of Dibu’s stomach. Dibu trembles, belly tightening as he feels a spurt of precome hitting his tongue, and he sucks, drinking in the way Leo’s mouth falls open and his eyes darken as he hollows his cheeks and makes sure the outline of his cock is clearly visible through his skin. Leo swallows heavily, fingers clumsily tracing the shape of it – from the corner of his mouth to his cheekbone and then back again – as Dibu holds still and lets him watch, even as his face burns when he imagines what Leo is seeing. He swallows the saliva that’s pooling against the back of his throat, curling his tongue along the underside of Leo’s cock, and he has to close his eyes against the sight of Leo’s expression turning ravenous – eyes black and intense.When Leo’s grip relents, he goes wild, working his mouth around his length with feverish dedication, trying to coax more sounds from him, breath hitching every time Leo’s soft grip in his hair turns almost painful.He’s too full of alcohol and the high of the win and pure eagerness to be skillful, his mouth sloppy and wet around him, but Leo doesn’t seem to care – his thighs close around Dibu’s chest tight enough to restrict his breathing every time he swallows him down, his breath coming sharp and fast between his fingers, where he’s biting down on his knuckles to muffle the guttural sounds Dibu drags out of him.Dibu makes up for the lack of technique with pure enthusiasm, though, spearing his mouth on Leo’s cock again and again, licking and sucking and choking around him like he cannot bear to do anything else, his cock jerking against his thigh every time he tastes Leo’s precome spilling down his throat.Leo pants above him, low sounds of pleasure rumbling in his chest, his hands tightening on his nape and then sliding down his shoulders, nails catching on the skin between his shoulder blades like he wants to drag him closer still. His whole body is trembling, fever hot under Dibu’s hands and mouth, and he’s not in control as usual, his touch is greedy and imprecise and it makes Dibu’s skin light up every time it lands on him – fingers pulling at his hair and then dragging down his neck, the leg he has on the bed wrapping around his back until his heel digs into the base of Dibu’s spine almost painfully.Dibu loves it. He revels in being the cause of it, in making him lose control like this until he’s moaning hoarsely under his ministrations, his body tense and twitching as he pushes his hips upwards, thrusting his cock into Dibu’s eager mouth.There’s music spilling in from under the closed door but the room is mostly quiet, the loudest sounds are their panting breaths, Leo’s murmured gasps and the slick noise of Dibu’s throat working greedily around Leo’s length. Dibu squeezes his thighs together, trying futilely to get some relief for his needy cock when Leo’s hand turns steely on the back of his head and pushes him down. He swallows around him, a sob strangled in his throat as Leo’s cock makes its home deep inside of him, and he thinks he could do this forever.“Fuck, fuck– Ah–” Leo gasps, and Dibu opens his teary eyes to look up at him, his belly tightening as he watches him throw his head back jerkily, the tendons in his neck in high relief and his teeth biting into his wrist to muffle the sounds he cannot stop making. Dibu sucks harder, slipping his hand away from where he’d been bracing against Leo’s thigh to take his balls in his hand, rolling them in his palm and whining when that makes Leo buck up into his mouth.His head is filled with white noise, his every thought completely focused on the weight of Leo’s cock on his tongue, the way his jaw aches dully and his throat tightens helplessly every time he sinks down.Leo is wild under him – at times commanding and rough, other times yielding and soft, like he doesn’t know if he wants one or the other, like he wants everything all at once. Dibu desperately wants to give it to him.He surrenders to Leo’s hands – to his touch and his control – when his fingers turn demanding and harsh, scratching at his scalp as he grips his hair tight, rough on the back of his neck as he holds him in place and thrusts up brutally into his welcoming, worshipful mouth. He lets himself be pushed and pulled and used, mouth slack and grateful to receive everything Leo wants to give him, throat aching at the way Leo’s cock forces its way deep inside of him.He shivers back to action – to agency – when Leo’s fingers slip from him, turn soft and trembling against his cheek and then leave him to claw desperately into the sheets as his body arches up into his touch, wrecked sounds falling from his lips. He drags his tongue up his length again and again, mouth hungry and covetous as he sucks and swallows with the fervor of a helplessly devoted worshiper at an altar, insatiable in his need to drag more and more trembling moans and soft cries from Leo’s lips, his hands gripping the yielding flesh of his thighs desperately to devour every shivering tremor and uncontrolled twitch of his body. And the sounds Leo makes… They have him close to the edge – low, trembling sighs and bitten off curses, rough growled orders to take it, take it, like that–fuck, and Dibu’s name uttered in such a reverent, trembling tone that it makes his vision flash white every time he hears it.Dibu is reeling – he's never slipped under and away and then under again Leo's control like this, and his mind is a jumble of ecstatic contradictions – the give and take of it all, the sway of his thoughts as he lurches from almost mindless, dazed obedience over to active, intent hunt at Leo’s silent requests.Leo's hands seem to want to give him everything at once, too – rough and tender and soft and harsh in turn. His body writhes under him, hips thrusting up into his mouth with that careless, automatic sense of ownership, and then he surrenders to his lips and his touch and his prayers like they are going to undo him, unravel him, like he is at his mercy and reeling from it.The feeling washes through Dibu in waves – powerful powerlessness, a rush of devotion and want and love pulsing in his veins – and his world is spinning again, breath short and fast when he remembers he needs to breathe, mouth full of Leo’s taste and skin tingling everywhere at his touch.Leo’s close, he can feel it – he’s been as wound up as Dibu had been, the victory and the anticipation of this right here – and he’s panting, his abs trembling as he pulls him down until his nose grinds against them, and Dibu finds something more to give in his eagerness to have him come down his throat.He hollows his cheeks desperately as Leo pulls out, sucks him gratefully as he thrusts back in, and Leo groans, deep and harsh in his chest – “Emi, your mouth–Ah fuck–made for me, for me,” – a garbled mess of sounds as he grips his chin tight and pulls him down again, fingertips digging into his jaw.Dibu is too busy choking on his cock to agree, but he’s sure Leo is right, that he’d been made for this – to bring him pleasure and to make him sound like that, voice raspy and wrecked as he uses his heel on his back as leverage to grind his cock as deep as it can go.His ears are ringing – lust and oxygen deprivation and desperate arousal – so it takes him a while to register the way the noise rises abruptly, thrumming music pouring into the room from what he realizes is the now open door.“What the–” Dibu’s eyes fly open with a start, but all he can see is Leo’s heaving chest and the way he’s biting his lower lip hard enough to draw blood.Leo's head lolls to the side to look at the two silhouettes painted in the door frame, but his gaze is glassy and far-away and the hold he has on Dibu's neck doesn’t relent, turns firmer instead as he rolls his hips up against him until he has sheathed his cock completely inside him. He looks dazed, lost in pleasure, like he’s not completely registering their presence and like he doesn’t care either way as his neck relaxes and his eyes fall to half-mast when Dibu swallows frantically around his length.Dibu doesn’t stop. His skin burns, the fire in the pit of his belly flaring brighter and hotter, and he closes his eyes with a strangled muted whimper as he goes back down.“Fuck,” someone whispers.Dibu shudders as he feels a rush of adrenaline make every hair on his body stand on end, his face going white-hot as he realizes he’s being watched. He chokes on the next thrust, and the whine he lets out makes his belly clench in humiliation, his cock jerking where it's pressed against his thigh and dribbling precome on his skin.“Oh fuck me,” the voice repeats, and Dibu recognizes it as Cuti’s. “For fuck’s sake!” the first voice groans loudly, sounding slurred and defeated and undoubtedly Ota’s. Dibu spares a flash of a thought to find it incredibly amusing that it’s him that has to find them in this position and then he lets out a sound of protest as he feels Leo’s cock pulling out of his mouth, his hand jerking against his nape before he lets him go.Leo’s eyes clear at the exclamation, and he suddenly looks awkward and pissed off in equal measures. Dibu’s stomach clenches as he watches his eyes narrow dangerously, and he sways forwards to press his open mouth to his cock, where it’s resting – heavy and flushed and shining with his saliva – against his lower belly. Leo shudders, eyes flitting to him briefly and widening a bit at what they see in his expression before he turns back to the door.Dibu follows his gaze and his breath catches in his chest. Ota has a hand over his eyes, his other arm scrabbling behind him in a panicked search for the door handle, but Cuti is looking straight at them, face bright red as his eyes flit from Leo’s mouth to his neck and then trail down his flushed chest before they come to rest on Dibu’s face, and on the gleaming cock resting against his lips. His eyes go wider still.“Out,” Leo says, voice low and menacing, and Dibu’s eyes flutter closed as he shivers, and he lets his parted lips drag up his length in a slick caress, unable to help himself.Cuti swallows but doesn’t move, like he hasn’t heard him. Ota makes what sounds like an instinctual indignant noise but doesn’t pull his hand away from his eyes. “It’s–What the hell? This is my room– Leo what–”Leo’s hand winds back into Dibu’s hair and pushes his head down, pressing his mouth against his length until Dibu lets out a sharp gasp and opens it obediently. Leo’s cock sinks inside of him again, and Dibu’s dick throbs as he hears Cuti’s sharp intake of breath. He opens his eyes – he hadn’t realized he’d closed them again – and catches the way Cuti is staring at him, at Leo, at the place where Leo’s cock is disappearing between his lips, and a wave of heat and delicious humiliation slams into him, makes his mouth even wetter. Leo lets out a sharp breath, his thighs clenching under his hands spasmodically as Dibu curls his tongue shamelessly around the head as he sinks down. The wet sound of his cock hitting the back of his throat is loud even through the music reverberating through the corridors, and Dibu feels every inch of his skin catch fire at the noise, but he just sucks him deeper, his face boiling hot.“Out. Fuck off, Ota,” Leo snaps, but his voice is raw and unfocused again. His nails scratch against his scalp and he thrusts up slightly. His eyes are bright and fixed on him – he hasn’t spared a look to the others since Dibu had taken him back into his mouth – and Dibu can feel how close he is, his cock leaking precome on his greedy tongue.“Alright, alright,” Ota squeaks, clearly taken aback, and then he yelps at what he sees when he has to take his hand away from his eyes to grab an unresponsive Cuti. “We’re going— Fuck, Cuti, wake up, we’re going!”Dibu’s delirious laughter is smothered by the way Leo bucks up in his mouth, and his ears ring as the door slams shut as soon as Cuti’s stumbling form is dragged out of the room.“It’s my room! Why am I the one getting kicked out! And wake the fuck up, you freak, put your eyes back in your head,” he hears Ota’s stricken protest from behind the closed door, and then he forgets all about them as Leo tugs sharply at his hair and makes him look up. “Liked that, didn’t you?” Leo’s voice is sharper now, the adrenaline having jolted him back into a more clear-headed state. Dibu moans in assent, face flushing as he looks up at him with his mouth stuffed full of cock, and he wants to watch that clarity vanish from his eyes again, wants him wild and wanton and undone under his tongue. “Liked them watching me own you?” Leo rasps, his thumb dragging from the corner of his teary eye down to his mouth before he slips it under his own cock and over his lower teeth, making him open his jaw wide.Dibu’s stomach clenches, a gargled, pleading noise escaping his forced-open mouth. He nods as much as he’s able against Leo’s grip, and thrusts his tongue out to curl it against the underside of Leo’s cock.“Ah–yesh–” he gurgles around Leo’s cock and his thumb, feeling the way saliva streaks down his chin. “Pleah–” he begs, warmth and embarrassment blooming in his chest at Leo’s words. He had. He’s so desperate right now, after that – after having Leo assume he could keep using his mouth like that in front of other people, at having been seen on his knees for him, pliant and obedient under his hands – that he feels close to coming without having been touched. He licks Leo’s thumb pleadingly, and Leo’s resurfaced control snaps.Dibu sobs in gratitude as he feels his cock plunge back inside of him, stretching his mouth wide and dragging sweetly against his tongue, and he holds onto Leo’s thighs when he starts moving again. Leo’s free hand, the one he’s not using to brace against his shoulder, grabs his nape in a steely grip and uses it as leverage to fuck into his throat, his movements rough and instinctive and exactly what Dibu needs – Leo going wild under him, gasping his name in a wrecked, raspy voice that makes him burn from the inside out.Leo lets out a low moan, a ragged rough sound that shivers like static down Dibu’s spine. Despite the interruption, he seems to be tethering on the edge, his breath coming in short, labored pants and his fingers trembling where they rest against Dibu’s cheek. Dibu hums, swallowing around him again and again, moving his mouth sloppily over the hard length until he feels Leo’s heel drag down his spine as he jerks, before his hips roll one last time up against him and he comes with a sharp cry. Dibu feels the hot spurt of come splash against his tongue, against the roof of his mouth, and he swallows gratefully, making sure not even a drop escapes him. Leo tastes so good, he cannot help but drag his tongue against him frantically, wanting more, more, more.He lets out a surprised, soft noise as he feels himself being pulled up, and he follows the tug on his hair mindlessly, dragging his swollen lips over every inch of skin he can reach until Leo’s mouth crashes into his. He’s half-leaning over Leo now, unsteady and trembling from the rush of satisfaction making Leo come always brings him, and then the world tilts, Leo’s mouth pulling away from his, his vision going blurry and his stomach doing a flip as he finds himself on his back, staring stupidly up at the ceiling. Leo’s wrecked face comes into focus, and then he’s kissing him again, tongue lapping at the roof of his mouth, their teeth clicking together. Dibu shudders, runs his hands up his sides until he’s holding his face between his palms; he can feel Leo’s belly tremble where it’s pressed against his cock and he shifts under him, trying to get more contact, more friction.“So good, you are so good Emi,” Leo gasps against his lips. “Wait, I’m gonna–” He scrambles unsteadily down his body, hands touching him everywhere, and then his mouth closes around the tip of his cock and Dibu cries out, hips jackknifing up into the wet warmth. Leo rides the motion expertly and then his hands splay wide at the top of his thighs, making him spread his legs wide enough he can settle between them and using the grip to pin him to the mattress. He pulls off his cock with a wet pop, the strength of the suction enough to make Dibu’s eyes roll in the back of his head. “Come whenever you want,” he rasps, and then he settles more comfortably and descends on him again. Dibu stutters out a yes, fists clenching in the sheets on either side of his waist as Leo’s mouth envelops him, his tongue slick and agile around his length, the inside of his cheeks feeling like wet silk when he sucks. He’s trembling, so close he can feel his orgasm rearing up like a powerful wave, hovering over him and just outside his reach, ready to crash into him and swallow him whole.He throws his head back, mouth lolling open, and he feels Leo’s hand smooth up his belly, thumb rubbing his nipple teasingly before his fingers caress up his neck and then slip between his lips, hooking over his lower teeth and holding his jaw open, not letting him hide his noises of pleasure. Dibu trembles as his choked gasping noises echo inside the room and, when Leo’s hold relaxes enough to let him, he sucks on his fingers, his body going on autopilot every time any part of Leo is in his mouth. He drags his tongue against his knuckles and then he shakes as he feels Leo’s tongue trace the same path along his cock. He makes a startled noise and repeats the action – his stomach clenching as Leo mimics him once again, tongue curling around the head just as Dibu’s had done around his fingers – and then he cannot help himself, sucking them deeper pleadingly until he can feel them inside his raw throat, lips tight around the base. Leo lets out a muffled laugh and takes him down to the hilt.Dibu’s jaw drops open around a choked gasp as Leo’s throat clenches tight under the head of his cock, and Leo’s fingers slip out from his useless mouth. He doesn’t have to wonder where they went for long, because he feels them between his legs, tracing wetly at his rim and making him twitch his hips needily against the fleeting sensation. Leo obliges, pressing against the fluttering muscle and pushing inside, making his thighs shake as he adds the second one soon after. Dibu clenches his teeth around a whine, his hole burning as it stretches around the sudden intrusion, and he gasps out a “Please, Leo, please,” that feels like it scratches the inside of his aching throat as it comes out. He's fighting against himself not to move too much, letting Leo decide what he gets, and when he gets it. His shaky control shatters, though, when Leo pulls off his cock and forces one of his thighs over his shoulder, opening him up enough that he can bury his face between his legs, tongue stabbing hotly inside him between his scissoring fingers. Dibu shakes, his hands coming down to grip softly at Leo’s hair, hips tilting up against his mouth, against his fingers, and he clenches his teeth so hard his jaw twinges at the feeling. His legs clamp around Leo’s shoulder and his waist, and he finds himself moving without thought, hips rolling frantically against Leo’s tongue, sobbing when he feels him suck at his rim and then spit inside of him, his fingers fucking the saliva back inside of his hole.“Oh God, oh God, Leo, fuck,” he pants, and he wants him inside so badly he shakes with it. “Please, please, fuck me–”Leo pulls away with a lewd sound that shivers through Dibu’s body like a snake and makes him turn even redder, and Dibu has to look, breath catching in his lungs as he sees Leo’s glistening lips curl in a crooked smirk, the way his chin shines wetly. His fingers are still inside of him, moving slow but deep, pressing torturously against his prostate on every second thrust.“I wanna enjoy you,” he rasps, turning his head and kissing the inside of his thigh before biting down softly. Dibu twitches, his leg flexing over his shoulder to bring his teeth closer, and Leo does it again, harder this time, twisting his wrist to feel his hole clench down around his fingers. “You taste so good,” he breathes, and then he uses his shoulder to push his thigh back again, almost bending him in half as he goes back to licking inside of him – tongue curling hot and greedy against his walls as his fingers loosen him up more, the soft, wet sounds of his mouth on him driving him insane. Dibu lets go of Leo’s hair when he realizes he’s pulling too hard, and Leo rewards him by wrapping his free hand around his cock, fingers tight but slow as they work around the head.It doesn’t take him long to come, Leo’s clever fingers and his clever tongue driving him to the brink embarrassingly easily. He just needs Leo’s mouth leaving a last nip against his sensitive rim and then sliding, tight and velvety, down his cock, and he’s coming so hard his ears ring. His orgasm shakes through him like an earthquake, bright and sharp enough to eclipse the pang of disappointment that stings him as he realizes he doesn’t get to feel Leo’s cock inside of him again.He jerks and trembles, chest heaving and his back arching as he feels Leo's throat work around him, and he’s sobbing out his name before going lax and pliant, fingers relaxing from the death grip they had on the sheets.Leo doesn’t stop.Dibu’s mind is all fuzzy and soft around the edges, and he shudders as Leo’s mouth tightens again when he pulls off his spent cock, his fingers still curling inside of him and pressing torturously against his prostate. His head lolls to the side, fighting against the heaviness in his eyelids, and he looks down.Leo’s mouth is closed, red and glistening, and he smiles softly up at him before he bends down again and scissors his fingers, pressing his lips against his opening and trickling his come into his stretched hole. He shivers, heart skipping a beat as he realizes Leo is not done with him just yet.“Wha–” he breathes, and Leo smirks at him and then nudges his twitching balls with his chin before licking a stripe up Dibu’s still half-hard dick. He presses a damp hot kiss to the head, tongue digging in his slit and making his entire body tense in hypersensitivity, before he slides his mouth around his length again and takes him deep.Dibu shudders, his skin erupting into goosebumps as Leo’s torturous tongue coupled with his implacable fingers start to work him back to full hardness. “Leo, fuck, what–”Leo’s mouth gentles and his fingers still as he looks up at him with a question burning in his glazed eyes. He waits.As soon as Dibu’s scrambled brain figures out what he’s asking him, he lets out a shaky breath. “Yes. Fuck yes, green, green,” he rasps, reaching out to drag his fingers through his hair. Leo’s eyes crinkle at the corners in pleased satisfaction, and then he swallows him down again, using Dibu’s own come leaking from his twitching hole to slip one more finger inside.Dibu lets out a stuttered gasp, vision flashing at the added stretch, at the way his skin prickles all over as his cock valiantly comes back to life inside of Leo’s sinful mouth.Leo is gentle up until he isn’t, and soon Dibu is clawing at the sheets again, legs trembling where they are spread wide on the mattress, body caught between pushing up into Leo’s mouth or backwards into his fingers.Leo pulls off slowly and slips his fingers out of him, looking up at him hotly as he slides his lips along the side of his cock from base to tip, and Dibu shudders and reaches for him, grasping at his shoulders and pulling him up until he feels his belly rubbing against his oversensitized length. Leo is hard again, his cock leaving a damp smear on Dibu’s hip bone, and he reaches between them to grab Dibu’s gold metal, bringing it to his lips. He stares him in the eyes as he kisses it, and then he slips it in Dibu’s half-open mouth, a gentle touch of fingertips under his chin making him close his teeth around it. Dibu swallows dryly and wraps his arms around his waist, fingers settling at the base of his spine and petting at the two dimples there. Leo’s medal is hanging from his neck, lying in the hollow between Dibu’s collarbones.“I promised, didn’t I?” Leo asks, looking mesmerized by the sight Dibu makes, fingertips brushing softly along his bottom lip, touching the medal gently. “I promised you I’d fuck you while you were wearing it.” He glances up into his eyes, and he smiles, bright and lovely. “Can I?”Dibu moans, nodding furiously as Leo’s fingers on his jaw keep his mouth closed around the medal, and then Leo is kissing him around it. Dibu tastes metal, and the sweet taste of Leo’s mouth, and the salty tang of his own satisfaction on Leo’s tongue. He whines high in his throat, face flushing at the sound, at the way he can feel Leo's smile pressed into his mouth once the gold falls from between their lips.“Thank you,” Leo whispers, pulling away to kiss his cheek, nuzzling their faces together. Dibu has to fight himself to let go of him when he feels him pull away, but he does, heart pounding as he watches him reach for the night stand and open the drawer.“Where–?” Leo mutters, puzzled. Dibu blinks in confusion for a moment, and then he laughs as he realizes he’s looking for the lube. Leo looks back at him, raising an eyebrow, and Dibu smiles.“Wrong room,” he reminds him, and Leo flushes.“Ah, fuck,” he breathes out, his eyebrows furrowing. Dibu tugs him closer by his wrist. “We can– I am–” wet enough he wants to say, but his throat closes in humiliation at the words, even if they are true. He can feel the mess of saliva and come Leo has fucked inside of him smearing against his thighs. He shivers.Leo’s eyes go dark, his mind probably finishing the sentence for him, but then he shakes his head and, to Dibu’s consternation, slides out of the bed. “No wait, I have– Aha!” He emerges from where he’d been scrambling ungracefully on the floor with a glinting silver foil packet grasped between his fingers. He sways unsteadily, his thick cock bobbing between his legs as he leans against the side of the bed, looking incredibly pleased with himself.Dibu props himself up on an elbow and stares. “Where did you get that?”Leo flushes bright red. “My pocket. I had…a hunch. That I wasn’t gonna be able to resist until we were in a bed. And I’d made you a promise,” he mutters, avoiding his eyes.“That sure, were you?” Dibu teases, but he’s feeling all soft and warm inside, his cheek hurting as he smiles wide.Leo climbs on the bed and crawls over him. He’s still flushed, but he looks at him with a challenge in his eyes. “Was I wrong?” he murmurs, and Dibu’s teasing reply dies on his tongue as he watches him rip the packet open with his teeth.“No. You’re never wrong about that,” he says distractedly, mesmerized by the way the lube spills from the opening to coat his fingers as he cups his hand under it. He falls back on the mattress and spreads his legs to let Leo kneel between them.“Tell me if it’s not enough? Please?” Leo asks as he brings his hand between his legs and Dibu nods frantically, tilting his hips into his touch.His neck goes boneless as Leo’s thick fingers slide inside of him again, gentle once more as they make sure he is ready. “I will,” Dibu sighs, planting his feet on the bed and pushing back against the gentle thrust. He shudders as he feels his rim stretch around the slick intrusion. “But you know how I like it,” he pleads, reaching out to grab his shoulders. He wants to feel him tomorrow as they celebrate their victory in Argentina.“I know,” Leo says, his voice low and husky. “My beautiful masochist.”Dibu nods slightly, feeling his body burn at the words, and then he watches hungrily as Leo settles himself on his knees, his muscular thighs flexing as he spreads them wide under Dibu’s, a hand cradling his hip possessively and pulling him closer. His other hand reaches between them to grip his cock and lead it where Dibu wants him the most.The first thrust is always overwhelming. Dibu stutters out a breath, thighs closing around Leo’s waist at the burn of him, even now that he’s relaxed and loose and dripping lube on the mattress. Leo goes slowly, his hips pushing gently against him until Dibu can feel them press against his ass, his cock fully buried inside of him. Leo’s eyes flutter shut and his mouth goes slack, a shaky sigh falling from his parted lips, and a full-body shudder wracks through Dibu as he feels himself tightening around his length.Leo opens his eyes to look down at him, his other hand falling to his hip as well, and then he sways backwards, dragging him down the mattress slightly until Dibu’s ass comes to rest fully in his lap, his spine arching. Dibu’s cock lurches against his stomach and he lets out a gasp, pleasure sparking in the pit of his belly where he can feel the head of Leo’s cock nestled deep. “Gorgeous,” Leo breathes, eyes wide and dazed and roving hungrily over him. “Best goalkeeper in the fucking world, and I have you here, panting on my cock.” Dibu throws an arm over his eyes, flushing deeply at the praise and at the way Leo’s words seem pulled straight out of his mind, rough and awed and without filter.Leo’s hips twitch back, pulling his cock half-way out of him before they snap forwards again, making Dibu’s body jolt against the bed as he moans harshly. His fingers are tight around his hips, and Dibu is sure there are going to be purple bruises on them in the morning. His legs tighten around Leo’s waist as he repeats the motion, his mouth hanging open when he starts fucking him slow but hard.“Look at you, look at you–” Leo pants, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he pulls him into his thrusts, leaning back and raising himself higher on his knees until Dibu’s lower body isn’t touching the mattress anymore, his cock drilling into him relentlessly, scraping past his prostate again and again and making Dibu see stars. Dibu bites into his forearm, his other arm thrown over his head to grasp at the headboard for purchase, his weight resting mostly on his upper back as he’s stretched out towards Leo’s body, his cock swinging against his belly every time Leo’s hips crash into him.“God, I saw you with the golden glove and it took me everything I had not to come blow you on that stage,” Leo rasps, fingernails digging into his skin and Dibu lets out a wrecked sound as he grinds down into him, his words and the way his cock stretches and fills him conspiring to make his brain dribble out of his ears. “Ngh–Leo, fu–” he cries, eyes blurry with tears as a wave of overwhelming feelings swallows him. He reaches for him, fingers scrabbling against his chest and tangling in the ribbon resting between his pectorals, and Leo moans harshly as the strip of dark fabric goes taut.Dibu holds onto it, feeling the medal smack against his wrist repeatedly with Leo’s motions as he pulls on it to fuck himself back on Leo’s cock, watching the white line it draws into the flushed skin of Leo’s neck.“Fuck yes, Emi–Emiliano, come on,” Leo mutters, picking up some speed now, his motions no longer as slow and controlled. He leans back with his shoulders – the motion sinking his cock even deeper, somehow – the muscles in his torso thrown in high relief as he fights against the pull of Dibu’s grip to give him the leverage he needs. Dibu’s arm is trembling as he holds on for dear life, the ribbon cutting into his palm as he uses it and his legs to drive himself back into Leo’s thrusts, and he cannot stop chasing that high of pleasure and satisfaction – the drag of his cock as he fucks inside him, the way he stretches him wide and makes him take it.“Leo–God, please,” Dibu sobs, and Leo’s hand unclenches from his hip to spread wide over his lower belly, trapping his cock between his palm and his heaving stomach.“So beautiful,” he moans, his hips stuttering, and then he sways forwards, stops resisting Dibu’s pulling motion, his hand running up his chest as he crashes down into him.He kisses him, mouth wet and hot and sloppy, sliding his hand behind the back of his head to pull him closer, and they are flush together now – hips to chest, skin touching everywhere – his weight pressing down on Dibu and pinning him to the mattress.Dibu gasps and wraps his arms around his back, holding him tight to himself, feeling the way his spine flexes under his hands as he keeps fucking into him.“I wanna fuck you forever,” Leo slurs in his ear, breath hot and damp, his hand running down the outside of his thigh, touch reverent. He’s moving slowly now, his thrusts deep and grinding, his cock barely leaving his hole before he’s sinking inside again. Dibu’s head is spinning, pleasure crashing against him in wave after overwhelming wave as Leo drags the head of his cock against his prostate in an almost continuous motion, and he loses control of his legs, which fall wide to the mattress, tingling. Dibu’s world has narrowed down to this moment, to this bed and to the feeling of Leo’s hot, damp skin under his fingertips, and he cannot speak, throat closed tight around a knot of words and feelings all trying to claw their way out of him at the same time. He tucks his face into the crook of Leo’s neck, his breath shallow and labored, his cock painfully hard where it’s rubbing between their bellies. Leo fucks him like he wants to crawl inside of him and never leave, and Dibu deliriously wishes he would, because he cannot bear the thought of this ever having to end. His fingers rake into Leo’s back, nails leaving hot scratches in between his shoulder blades and in the small of his back, and he tilts his hips upwards, tries to draw him deeper.Leo’s mouth is open and panting, pressed against Dibu’s temple, and he works an arm under him, hugging him to his chest as he continues to thrust into him before his hand hooks over his shoulder from behind. His fingers tighten, fingertips digging into the base of his neck, and he lets out a choked moan as Dibu’s hole clenches hard around him at the feeling – of being surrounded by Leo, held secure in his arms, under him – and then he leans his forehead to Dibu’s, eyes black and stunned.Their panting breaths mingle together, and they are as close as they have ever been – flush against each other, like they are trying to melt into one another. Leo’s free hand slides between their bodies, palm pressed to Dibu’s pounding heart, and then he kisses him, his name on his lips as he smothers a deep groan into his mouth.“Want you–” he slurs, words almost unrecognizable as their tongues are still tangled together, and Dibu replies in kind – or, at least, he tries, his mind drowning in pleasure and overstimulation singing in his veins.“Emi,” Leo moans against his tingling lips, voice raspy and thick with emotion. “Love you, I love you, Emi–” The words ring through Dibu’s mind like a bell, clear and bright and pure, and he doesn’t have enough time to do more than widen his eyes in incredulous wonder before he’s coming, his back arching as he spills between them, his vision flashing a blinding white as his toes curl into the sheets and his nails dig in Leo’s back. He sobs out a strangled moan, his hole clamping down on Leo’s cock harshly as pure pleasure lights up his nerves.Dibu is faintly aware of Leo letting out a sharp cry, his hips jackknifing into him as his orgasm catches him mid-thrust and he comes inside him. His heart is hammering in his chest, head empty and body light, flying high on a surge of utter pleasure and contentment.Fingers grasp at his cheek, tilting his head down and then Leo is kissing him, sobbing his pleasure inside of his mouth, breath trembling and sharp. Dibu’s limbs don’t respond to him, arms twitching weakly where they are still wrapped around Leo’s shaking body, but he manages to return the kiss, his back dragging sharply against the sheets as Leo thrusts inside of him one last time and then goes limp on top of him.He floats into a sea of glorious contentment for what feels like an eternity, and every time his mind seems to be on the cusp of re-emerging from the haze a thought slams into him and sends him reeling again – they did it, they won, the word is theirs and Leo loves him.Gradually, his breathing slows down and his heart starts beating normally again, but Dibu closes his eyes and just listens – to Leo’s heartbeat pounding against his chest, to his shuddering gasps, soft and lovely over the low murmur of the music coming in from the outside.It’s Leo who moves first. He runs a hand down Dibu’s forearm and tangles their fingers together, turning his head to lean his forehead to his jaw. Dibu squeezes his fingers, mouth curling slowly into a delighted smile, and he feels an answering one pressed against his chin.He exhales shakily, blinking heavily as the room comes back into focus. The world looks bright, he thinks, which is a weird thought to have considering the only light in the room is coming through the windows, a faint gleaming glow of moonlight that paints everything in silver and shadows.He turns and brushes his lips against Leo's temple, breathing in deeply as if to hold this moment inside of him forever, and Leo raises his head to look at him. He looks stunned, eyes soft and wide, mouth stained red by kisses and passion, his hair slick with sweat and sticking to his forehead.“Oh,” he breathes, his lips twitching in a giddy smile. They look at each other for a long moment, smiles widening until, suddenly, they are laughing. Dibu curls his body around Leo’s and turns them on their sides, burying his face in his shoulder, his hands running up his back lazily. He shudders as Leo’s cock slips out of him, and Leo sinks his fingers into his hair and holds him close, chest hitching as his joy pours out of him in waves, sinks into Dibu’s body and galvanizes his own.“How–” Leo’s breath catches in his throat as another giggle escapes him, “How are you feeling?”Dibu turns his face up, letting his beaming expression answer him. Leo leans down and kisses him, soft and sweet. “You are spectacular,” he murmurs, making him smile even wider.“No you,” he whispers incoherently, and Leo snickers before kissing him again.Dibu hums happily, heart swelling behind his ribs until it threatens to swallow him whole, and suddenly he realizes he hasn’t said it back. He jerks away, eyes flying wide as the reality of what Leo has said crashes into him, and he pushes Leo onto his back, crawling over him until he’s hovering above him, elbows braced on either side of his head.“You said– You–” he stutters as his heart jolts in his chest. His mind is still playing Leo’s words back to him – the cadence and the tone of his voice, the way his breath had stuttered in the middle, the way his lips had looked as they curved around his name. He needs to hear it again.Leo’s cheeks flush bright red, eyelids drooping slightly, but he doesn’t look away. He swallows dryly, tongue darting out nervously to wet his lower lip as his fingertips dig into Dibu’s sides for a short moment. “I did,” he whispers, his expression naked and open and vulnerable. “I love you.” Dibu’s breath stops, a swirling rush of giddiness making him sway, his arms threatening to buckle under him as his heart explodes with joy.“You don’t have to–” Leo says quickly, running his hands up his back soothingly, his expression earnest and soft, and he lets out a startled noise when Dibu descends on him, kissing the offending words from his swollen lips.He kisses him like he cannot bear to do anything else, elation singing in his veins, and he wants to laugh, to scream and to cry – everything he’s feeling right now is too big to fit inside of him, claws against the inside of his skin until he’s sure he’s about to split at the seams, about to light up the night sky like a star going supernova.“Shut up! Oh God shut up, Leo,” he laughs into his mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you–”He presses every word against Leo’s tongue, sinks it into his mouth, wants to make sure he gets it. And it’s still not enough, because the words do little to express what Dibu feels bubbling up into his chest, the vast ocean of desire and devotion and surging warmth as he feels Leo’s hands scrabbling up his back, the way he melts under him with a soft, wrecked sound.When he pulls away Leo’s looking at him like he cannot believe it, eyes wide and beaming, face lit up like the sun. “You do?” he asks, voice breathy and awed. Before Dibu has time to answer, Leo cups his face between his hands, thumbs sliding gently over his cheeks. “You do! You love me,” he breathes, and he sounds joy-drunk, eyes shiny and beautiful.“Of course, of course I do,” Dibu half-groans, unable to keep the cheek-splitting smile off his face. “Leo, you fucking blind idiot, of course I love you–” He gets interrupted by another kiss, Leo’s arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him down on top of him, his teeth nipping at his lower lip. They kiss like teenagers – all exuberance and heat and fevered giddiness – until Dibu’s mouth hurts, and he cannot stop himself from laughing again as he pulls away.“You idiot,” he repeats fondly, and Leo lets go of him and splays his arms wide over the mattress, closing his eyes with a stupid grin on his face. He sighs deeply, oozing contentment from every pore. He looks happier than Dibu had ever seen him, happier still than he had been when he’d kissed the World cup for the first time.Dibu slides off of him and wiggles around until he’s comfortable, throwing a leg over his hips and resting his head on Leo’s bicep, watching amused as he keeps doing his best impression of a starfish. They are sticky and filthy – skin still hot in the warm air of the room, and Dibu can feel Leo’s come sliding down his thigh – and they should probably clean up, but the exhaustion and the excitement of the day are catching up to him, his eyes fighting to stay open as Leo’s stomach rises and falls under his hand, his relaxed breathing lulling him into a daze. Leo loves me , he thinks, his mind catching around the words like it wants to grip them tight and never let them go. A happy shiver runs through him, and he snuggles deeper into Leo’s side.“You know what today is?” Leo mumbles a while later, voice soft and slurred, his accent thickening with sleep. Dibu hums sleepily, curious, but he’s already half-gone and his mouth is no longer responding. Leo’s bicep flexes under his cheek as his arm comes up to cradle his head and then there are fingertips lazily carding through his hair, tracing the line of his cheekbone until they are resting against his lips.“It’s the best fucking night of my life,” Leo breathes. “I won everything.”Dibu’s mouth curls into a smile under Leo’s fingers, and he slips into sleep with the knowledge that he’s a part of that, that he’s done what he’d set out to do, that he’s part of the reason Leo sounds like that – deliriously happy and satisfied.  “– at them!”“Aww, so cute.”“Shh, don’t wake them. Here, put it in his hand, like that–”Dibu furrows his brows, turning his head away from the bright light seeping through his closed eyelids to press his cheek against the soft pillow. A gust of air burrows under the sheets, making him shiver. “Quiet, quiet!”Dibu inches closer to the heat that’s radiating against his belly, his arm tightening around something solid and warm. His thoughts are slow and muddled, the indistinct sounds of whispering voices fading in and out of his grasp. He wrinkles his nose as a stab of pain washes through him, his head pounding, and he lets out a soft, pained noise. He curls closer to the warmth pressed against his chest and his lips brush against something soft and tickling. He breathes in deeply, the small curl of distress in his stomach melting as a familiar scent surrounds him, seeps into him and seems to quell the pounding in his head, at least a little.Leo.He moves by instinct until his face is buried in the crook of Leo’s neck, until he’s feeling his heartbeat pulse under his lips. The soft surface under him dips slightly, a small tremor running through the mattress, and Dibu’s hand curls around what he now realizes is Leo’s waist to pull him closer. There’s a clicking sound, loud and annoying, followed by a muttered curse and the sound of something hitting flesh.“Didn’t you check before you took that? Idiot,” someone hisses, and Dibu recognizes the words now, and the voice. It’s Rodri, and the muttered Sorry that follows is Licha. What are they doing here?His eyelids are heavy – he feels beyond tired, limbs unresponsive and achy – and the throbbing in his head makes him dread having to face what’s coming. The world is already too bright, light stabbing through his closed eyelids if he pulls away from the safe darkness of Leo’s neck. He tries, though, raising his head a little and whimpering as his eyes water and pain spikes in his skull, but he blinks heavily until the room comes into focus.The first thing he sees is Angel’s blurry face, mouth curled in an apologetic grimace. “Sorry Dibu,” he whispers, but even that feels like shouting to Dibu’s ears.“Wha–?” he garbles, raising himself on an elbow and wincing as his brain works frantically to figure out what’s going on.  Where is he? His mouth feels tacky and dry, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. What’s happening? It feels like his brain is swelling past the confines of his skull, pounding against bone and sending sharp stabs of pain down his spine. What day is it, what are the others doing here? He feels awful, but there is something inside his chest, a glow of happy contentment that keeps him from feeling too sorry about the state he’s in. He wonders what that’s about.There’s only one thing he’s sure of, and it’s that Leo is in his arms, deeply asleep, and Dibu is gonna make sure nobody disturbs him even if he has to fight his pounding head to do so.“Mh... Don’ wake ‘im,” he slurs, scowling at them. He leans a bit over Leo’s body protectively.Rodri raises his hands, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Sorry, we won’t. Just wanted to take a picture,” he murmurs softly, gesticulating towards the bed.Dibu squints at him suspiciously, his brain lagging as it takes a couple of seconds to understand what he’s saying. Once he does, he looks down.Leo is lying on his side, back to Dibu’s chest and arms curled loosely in front of him. His skin is pale, almost glowing under the bright light coming from the lamp overhead. The black duvet makes a stark contrast against it where it’s draped just above his hips, and Dibu is all at once incredibly aware of the fact that he’s naked under it, just as he is. There are red marks high on the back of Leo’s shoulders – scratches he thinks, flushing a little as he recognizes them as his doing – and his mouth is a little swollen, slightly parted as he breathes evenly. Memories from the night before trickle into his brain slowly as his eyes flit over Leo’s sleeping form, and he puts the puzzle pieces together just as his gaze lands on the World Cup – glinting golden in the crook of Leo’s elbow, his other hand curled around the base. He realizes he’s smiling, and suddenly the ember of pure joy in his belly flares brighter. Ah. That’s why he’s so happy. His brain decides that’s the right moment to remind him of what Leo had confessed to him the night before, and his smile turns into a blindingly ecstatic grin even as his elbow gives out under him and he slumps back to the mattress. Leo sighs softly at being jostled, but doesn’t wake. Dibu makes a soft noise of contentment, snuggling back against Leo’s warmth. A clearing of the throat makes him open his eyes again and he turns toward the others, suddenly remembering they are there. Angel is smiling fondly at him, eyes soft, and Licha’s mouth is hitched up in an endeared smile. He can see his joy reflected back at him through their smiling faces. An inane thought crosses his mind – he hopes they don’t have the same reason as him to feel this happy. He’d be a bit bummed if Leo had been going around telling all of them he’s in love with them.He shakes his head at his stupid brain, and then he flinches, regretting it immediately. “Ow,” he says, bringing a hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose.Licha snorts. “We are very good friends,” he says, taking care to keep his voice low. “We brought you some aspirin. Left it on the nightstand.”Dibu makes a grateful noise, regretfully pulling away from Leo to sit up. He remembers he’s naked halfway through trying to get out of bed, and he stops. A thought occurs to him, and he turns back towards Licha, eyeing the phone in his hands.“Take your picture. We can break the Internet with this,” he mumbles, voice raspy as he sweeps his hand over Leo – body curled around the Cup and face relaxed and soft – to illustrate his point. He scoots back a little more, making sure Licha has a clean shot, and then he runs his gaze over Leo one last time to make sure there are no visible hickeys or scratches on his exposed chest before nodding.Angel and Rodri exchange a look, and Licha’s lips are curled in a sly smile.“What?” he asks, but they just shrug and avoid his eyes. Dibu decides he’s too hungover to care about what they are plotting and he settles with his back to the headboard, pulling the sheet up so as not to expose himself too much.Licha raises his phone and takes a couple of shots, while Angel hovers over his shoulder and directs him. Leo sleeps through it all, only curling on himself a little more now that Dibu has left his back uncovered to the cooler air of the room.As the three idiots bicker under their breaths about which one of the photos is the better one, Dibu grabs the duvet and drags it over Leo until only his chin pokes over it, laughing a little at the bulge the Cup makes under the fabric.“Well then,” he says when Rodri and Angel seem to have reached an agreement, and they turn to look at him in unison. “What time is it? How long do we have before we leave?”Licha shrugs. “Give or take an hour? We gotta wake up Lautaro, he crashed in the common room, that’s gonna take a while.”Angel nods. “We are also ambassadors this morning. We bring you a message from Lord Ota, who humbly requests for his stolen territory to be released back into his control.” Dibu quirks an eyebrow, wondering if Angel is still drunk. Which, by the way, why don’t these three look like death warmed over as well? Dibu’s sure that Angel had drunk more than him. “...What?” he asks.Rodri snickers. “Last I saw him, he’d been staring into a bowl of porridge for an hour.” At Dibu's still uncomprehending look he sweeps an arm wide to encompass the room. “His territory,” he says, raising an eyebrow mockingly. “You two evicted him from his room? Ring any bells?”Dibu blinks, and then he flushes violently as that particular memory slams into him. “Uhm, ye–yes, we will, ah–” he looks away quickly from Angel’s amused, judging look and clears his throat. “Yup, got it. I’ll wake Leo and then he can come get his things.”Licha is pressing a hand to his mouth, pointedly not looking at him. Dibu wants the mattress to open up under him, so he can escape from this awkward situation. He hopes to God that Ota, in his drunken stupor, hadn’t been running his mouth too much. Or Cuti. Dibu stares suspiciously at Licha – because if Cuti had been blabbing, he’d be the first to have been told – and he catches the way the tips of his ears redden under his stare, and how he cannot hold his gaze. He closes his eyes with a defeated sigh.“Fuck off then,” he mutters, his face still hot, keeping his eyes closed until he hears the three sniggering idiots close the door behind them as they shuffle out of the room.Once quiet falls once again, he opens his eyes and stares at the ceiling. He cannot hold on to the squirming sensation of embarrassment for too long, though – even if he mentally berates himself for having drunk so much that that had seemed like a good idea at the time. It had been hot as hell, he admits to himself guiltily as he shifts to crawl closer to Leo again, but it wasn’t worth the absolute hell Ota is gonna unleash on him.He shakes his head and focuses back on Leo, and all traces of anything that isn’t pure joy are wiped out of his mind. His cheeks hurt, and he realizes he’s smiling like a lunatic. He cards his fingers through Leo’s hair, scratching at his scalp softly and watching adoringly as he cuddles closer to the Cup, curling his body tighter around it.“Leo,” he whispers, almost like he’s not really trying to wake him up. He traces his fingertips along the ridge of his nose, before tapping gently at his cheek. “Wake up, Leo.” Leo just snuggles deeper into the sheets. Well then. Dibu glances at the clock on the wall and sighs as he realizes it’s early morning. They barely slept at all. He grumbles to himself as another throb of pain hammers at his skull, and he gets out of the bed to go look for that aspirin. He winces as he staggers to his feet, a curl of satisfaction singing in his veins at the ache in his ass, and he’s smiling as he pours himself a glass of water.It’s a struggle to swallow the pill, nausea rising sharply in his throat for a brief moment, but then it passes, and Dibu makes sure to leave some water and an unopened blister on the nightstand closer to Leo’s side of the bed. Once he throws himself back into the bed, he notices Leo’s eyes are open, just a sliver, as he peeks sleepily at him from under the edge of the blanket. He crawls back to him, pulling the sheets from his body.“Good morning,” he says, heart suddenly beating harder against his ribs. “I love you,” he blurts out instead of what he had wanted to say – anything about the time, or the flight, or Ota’s request or the fact that he had pain pills available to soothe his headache.Leo blinks at him dazedly, and then his whole face lights up when he registers what Dibu had said.“Love you, morning,” he rasps, and Dibu’s smile is wide enough to split his face in two.Leo winces, squinting at the bright light, and Dibu leans over him to reach the things he had prepared. He’s stopped by Leo’s hand on his forearm, and he looks down at him. “I have remedies for your ailments,” he jokes, “let me just–”“Stay with me,” Leo interrupts him. “After, in Argentina. My house–” he clears his throat, his brow furrowed as he fights through the headache to speak to him. “Until we have to go back? Stay?”Dibu blinks. He feels a slow smile spread over his face, elation bubbling in his chest. “Yes,” he breathes. Leo makes a happy noise and closes his eyes again, letting go of his arm. “Painkillers now?” he murmurs, and Dibu laughs, loud and happy, as he grabs the glass. “Of course, oh my Captain.”  Once they are more or less presentable – after taking a quick shower and once the aspirin has kicked in – they join the others in the common room.Leo is bright and awake, incredibly – he’s usually not a morning person, especially when the morning comes just a couple of hours after he fell asleep. Dibu, instead, is dead tired and achy, but he basks in Leo’s good mood, studiously avoiding Cuti’s stare, which had been fixed unerringly on him since he entered the room. Every time their gazes meet, Cuti’s eyes go wide and he makes incredulous, stunned faces at him, and Dibu doesn’t feel equipped to deal with that just yet.Ota had mercifully been too grateful to have his room back to snipe at him too much, but Dibu feels his luck running out when he plops himself next to him at the table. The murmuring of his half-asleep, half still-drunk teammates drones on in the background as Ota chews mechanically on a cupcake. He looks like he’s about to fall asleep any second.After a brief moment of utterly awkward silence, Dibu clears his throat, and then he grimaces as he is reminded of how Leo had wrecked it the night before. He swallows heavily.Ota makes a derisive sound. "Slept with the window open again?" he mutters sarcastically, taking a vicious bite out of his cupcake.Dibu snorts. It seems Ota is not pulling his punches this morning. He opens his mouth to answer but he closes it after a second. His stomach rumbles, and he eyes the last crumbibg traces of Ota's breakfast. “Where did you get that?” he ventures hesitantly.Ota’s head snaps back to him. “That’s what you’re going with? No ‘sorry’? No ‘I apologize from the bottom of my heart, dear friend, for scarring you for life’?”Dibu fights not to let his smile show. Now, this he can do. “Why are you mad at me? I wasn’t the one who kicked you out.”“Yeah, your mouth was too full,” Ota mutters under his breath, and then he grimaces as Dibu chokes on his saliva. “Nevermind!” he says quickly, when he sees Dibu about to speak. “Leo has already apologized, and he was very sincere and contrite. I have a feeling you’re just happy to make me suffer. I wouldn’t believe you anyways.”Dibu grins, trying to ignore how warm his face is. “Well then, I won’t waste my breath.”Ota shakes his head ruefully. “Don’t know what I expected,” he sighs, before he takes another bite. “I am curious though,” he mutters around his mouthful, eyes drooping as he rests his cheek against his palm. His eyes are glazed, and he looks like he’s thinking out loud. “How the fuck did you two even get it up? I saw how much you drank last night, and he’s small! Where did he put all of it?”As soon as the words finish leaving his mouth, his eyes widen and he turns towards him with horror scrawled all over his face, but the damage is done, because Dibu’s mouth is already moving.“He isn’t small ,” he says lasciviously, and then he speaks quicker as he sees the way Ota starts to scramble to shut him up. He grasps the hand reaching to close over his mouth and snickers, holding him back. “And he got it up twice,” he taunts, waggling his eyebrows.“Why!!” Ota cries out, going limp against the table. “I know I asked for it, but why do you keep doing this to me, Dibu? Don’t you love me? Haven’t I suffered enough?”Dibu sinks a little in his seat as the eyes of the room turn towards them at Ota’s outburst, feeling Cuti’s accusing stare boring intently between his shoulder blades as if in agreement. He feels a presence behind him, and then a soft rapping of knuckles against the back of his head and he turns, widening his eyes innocently.Leo raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not buying his act. “Stop tormenting him,” he says, his face faintly flushed and his mouth fighting a smile. “Thank you,” Ota sighs, “That’s why you are Captain, you always care about the well-being of your–”“He’s old, you wanna give him a heart attack?” Leo finishes, losing the fight against his grin.Dibu laughs, loud and carefree, as Ota splutters out accusations of betrayal and abandonment.  Later, when the sun is beating implacably down on them and the bus moves at a snail’s pace through a sea of white-and-blue clad people, in their home with the cheer of the crowd ringing in their ears once more, Dibu’s hand closes around his phone and he smiles.While the picture Licha had taken that morning breaks the internet - just as Dibu had predicted - he cannot help but think about the way his phone had pinged in the plane as Leo had laid his head on his shoulder to take a quick nap. A text from Rodri – You two look adorable. I am seething with jealousy <3 – and a photo attached.Leo asleep, hugging the World Cup to his chest, the dark ribbon of his golden medal like a shock of color against his pale skin. And Dibu curled behind him, an arm wrapped around his waist and his head resting in the crook of his neck.

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Dibu’s fingers drum on the steering wheel as lights flash past the window. His shoulders itch – the sunburn he’d acquired during the celebrations on the bus giving the last twinges as it heals – and he leans back into the seat with a tired sigh.

He glances at the passenger seat, where Leo’s Christmas present is carefully placed so as not to have it jostle too much, and he smiles. After the crazy celebrations in Buenos Aires – and he’ll never forget watching incredulously the veritable see of people flooding every street and square – he’d spent Christmas with his family, and the party had continued for a couple of days, and it had been

memorable

. The holiday cheer had been incredibly heightened by what had preceded it, and the reality of it was impossible to miss – every time the TV was turned on, every time they went outside and were faced by the small crowd still gathering in front of his house every day.

It still didn’t feel real and yet, at the same time, it felt so right – the joyous feeling settling warm behind his ribs. The entire country seemed to share his sentiment, the celebrations still going strong even almost a week later. It made him smile in delight every time he caught sight of them.

His mouth twists wryly as he remembers the endless teasing he’d had to endure from his family about his disappearing acts – when he’d tried to sneak away to call Leo. He’d been caught ending a call with an

I love you,

once, and then he’d never known peace again as they all tried to find out who he was saying it to. He’d managed to wiggle away from the almost militant interrogations of his mother, but he doesn’t know how long he can actually stave off the inevitable.

He’s pretty sure his parents would accept it, eventually, after the shock has settled. But oh boy, he’s not looking forward to the shock and the explanation part, especially when he hasn’t got that many answers himself. He tries imagining having to explain he’d been completely clueless about his attraction to men until he’d seen a shirtless Leo smiling at him, and he grimaces. At least, the fact that it’s Leo is only going to help. His family is as enamored with him as the entirety of Argentina.

He’d had an example of how this could go with his brother.

When he’d decided to bring Leo a Christmas present, he’d been faced with a problem he hadn’t anticipated. The crowd gathering in front of his house and the way people seemed to converge on him whenever he set foot on the street left him with little doubt that he’d be absolutely mobbed if he tried going to the shop himself. He’d been forced to ask Ale for help, and he’d had to give up some information to secure his cooperation.

Watching the journey his expression had gone through as he’d realized in quick succession that Dibu was in a serious relationship, with a

man

, and that the man in question was Lionel Messi, had been as nerve wracking as it had been hilarious.

In the end, the entirety of his initial reaction had been a dumbfounded: “How the fuck did you land

him

??” that had left Dibu feeling kind of affronted.

Of course, once Ale had registered who the favor he was asking was for, he’d been very eager to make sure everything worked out smoothly. Dibu had had to restrain him a bit, actually, when he’d tried to insert himself in the planning part of the present in question, giving his unsolicited opinions and suggestions. He had drawn a line in the sand when Ale had started berating him for not buying something more expensive, or more impressive and grandiose for Leo.

“I cannot believe you’re gonna give him fucking flowers for Christmas,” he’d said, shaking his head incredulously. “How about a watch? I saw this one last week, it’s gorgeous–”

“He’s got enough watches to make the most zealous collector green with envy. I swear, he’s gonna like the flowers, can you calm down now?” he’d grumbled. “And aren’t you supposed to be on my side? Making sure I’m the one being appreciated as I deserve to be?” He threw him an accusing glare.

Ale had stared at him in wide-eyed dismay. “It’s

Messi

,” he’d hissed, and Dibu had understood he should give him at least two business days to adjust to the idea before expecting anything other than a bewildered, flummoxed reaction.

Once the shock had worn off, though, Ale had performed his duties as an older brother admirably, grilling him on how the whole thing started (Dibu had put his whole being into acting natural and not blushing like a schoolgirl) and if he was happy (Dibu had been enthusiastically effusive about that part) and only sometimes falling back into the ‘it’s Messi’ loop.

Dibu had been very grateful and kind of endeared with his bumbling, well-intentioned attempts to understand and support him, even if he had ended up putting his foot in his mouth a couple of times.

He shakes his head as the distant traffic light turns red, and he brakes gently, coming to a rolling stop on the line. He glances at the passenger seat once more to make sure the bouquet is still intact. It had been a pain to settle it in such a way the leaves and small flowers wouldn’t be ruined before he finally reached Leo’s house.

His hands tighten on the wheel as he waits for the light to turn green, and he bites his lip nervously. For all he’d reassured Ale that Leo would love his present, his stomach squirms as he examines the colorful ensemble for the umpteenth time. He’d gone for something bright and cheerful – pink, yellow, white and light blue buds with a couple gorgeous red roses in the center – and he hopes his decision to abandon all attempts at flower language (on account of the fact he was sure Leo would be totally clueless) was the right one.

In the end, though, Ale’s anxiety about the present had managed to influence him a bit, and he’d ended up adding a bottle of red wine to the bouquet. He’d chosen to get the label he and Leo had ordered on their first actual date, because he remembered Leo’s impressed face as he’d taken the first sip, the way he’d smiled in delight at the taste. He hopes to see that smile again.

The light turns green and Dibu presses down on the accelerator, anticipation and a pleasant sense of nervousness coiling in his belly. He’d missed Leo. They had been apart for just a couple of days, but he’d felt the distance between them like the loss of a limb, even if he’d had the most wonderful time with his family.

The thought that soon they won’t be in the same country, even, niggles at him unpleasantly, but he shoves it aside impatiently. There’s no need to borrow sorrow from the future, they have a couple of weeks to spend together before they have to return to England and France respectively, and Dibu doesn't want the memories he’s gonna build in that time to be tinged by sadness.

It is the way it is.

It weighs on him sometimes, the fact that he cannot wake up next to him every morning – and that weight had gotten a little heavier since Leo had told him he loved him. It was almost as if he’d fully let go of the last line of defense standing in front of his heart, and now he feels a little naked,

vulnerable

, finally letting himself feel everything he had tried to keep under control before – however bad of a job he’d been doing.

He sighs. He’s trying really hard to follow the speed limit, but the trip had been so long – he’d opted for a road trip instead of a plane flight in the hope of going under the radar, but he was regretting it a little, wincing at the stiffness in his back – and he couldn’t wait to finally get there. He’d had to sneak out the back of his own house – Ale had been making spy jokes at him, the asshole – and he’d organized it so that he would arrive towards the late evening hoping to avoid the crowd of people surely stationed in front of Leo’s house.

He grimaces when he finally turns the last corner and the house in question slides into view. He should have not been so optimistic.

The gaggle of white and blue clad people is smaller than what he’d been seeing on the news, at least – but it’s still bigger than the one he’d gotten used to seeing when he glanced out of his own driveway. He hopes the dark tinted glass of his windows gives him the sliver of anonymity he needs as he slows to a crawl, and luckily the gate opens quickly, a couple of black-suited security men filing out to make sure nobody tries to sneak inside with him.

It doesn’t seem necessary, fortunately, as the throng of people parts easily in front of his car, shouting something that sounds suspiciously like requests to bring Leo messages but politely not crowding his vehicle. He lets out a relieved sigh anyways once the gate clanks closed behind him, and he rolls out the window to wave at the security guard which has jogged to the driver’s door.

“Dibu! Er– Martinez, sorry,” the man stutters, his face going pink at his slip of the tongue. He clears his throat and tries to regain his unflinching professionalism.

“Dibu is fine,” Dibu grins.

The man smiles awkwardly. “Dibu, then. Leo’s waiting for you. You can park on the side there.” He points towards the dimly lit left side of the house, where a dark car is already parked.

Dibu nods in thanks and follows his instructions. Once the engine goes quiet, his stomach does an eager flip and he laughs at himself, wiping his sweaty palms on his thighs. He’s surprised to see the security guy is waiting patiently by the side of his car as he opens the door, and he raises an eyebrow quizzically.

“Do you need help bringing anything inside?” the man asks politely, his expression neutral and pleasant.

Dibu blinks, and then he nods as he realizes he hasn’t got enough hands to take both the gifts and his luggage at the same time.

“Oh, yeah– Thank you. You don’t need to, though, I can make two trips.”

“No problem. Just show me what I should take,” the man smiles.

Dibu opens the trunk and grabs his suitcase, pulling it out and settling it at the man’s feet. His cheek warms slightly as he sees the aborted eyebrow raise – just a quick glimpse of his surprise before it’s wiped clean off his features. He manfully suppresses the even hotter flush when he leans into the open passenger’s door to pull out the bouquet and the wine bottle, ignoring the flash of realization on the guy’s face.

Which, by the way… “Sorry, what’s your name?”

“I’m Bruno, Leo’s driver. Nice to meet you.”

“Dibu,” Dibu says, awkwardly holding the wine bottle between his ribs and his arm to shake his hand.

“I know,” Bruno smiles, eyes dancing with amusement as he turns and starts to climb the short flight of stairs that lead to Leo’s front door.

“Are you planning to drive Leo around in the next few days or…”

Bruno turns to look over his shoulder. “Nothing planned, but I also do security,” he says.

“You must be very busy right now,” Dibu deadpans, and Bruno laughs heartily.

“I really, really am. It’s crazy–the whole...” he gestures with his free hand towards the gate. “Seems to be calming down a little though.”

“That’s calm? It’s ten in the evening and they’re still there!”

Bruno nods. “You should have seen the first night. Well, you probably have, it was all over the news. Madness.” He shakes his head, and then looks at him conspiratorially. “Don’t tell Leo I said this, but I kinda get them. They are mad, but I get them.”

Dibu laughs. “I will take it to my grave,” he says solemnly, and Bruno smiles – not the polite one he’d given him before, but a wide, brilliant one that shows a lot of personality. Dibu suddenly realizes that they are about the same age – maybe Bruno is a little younger – which means he’d probably experienced Leo’s incredible fame from the other side as well.

“Well then,” Bruno says as they reach the wide white door. “I’ll leave you here? You want to surprise him with that, right?” He tilts his head towards the bouquet Dibu is holding. “I’ll make myself scarce, It was a pleasure to meet you.”

Dibu smiles, a little flustered. “Ah–yes. Thank you again, Bruno.”

“No problem,” he smiles again, and then he hesitates a little and gives him a bashful look. “Thank you. You were…” He clears his throat and reaches out to clasp his shoulder in a friendly manner. “I bought my kid your shirt. He loves you. Thank you.”

Dibu grins, feeling happiness bubble in his chest. People have been expressing that kind of thing a lot to him recently, and it never stops making him feel like a superhero.

Bruno grimaces sheepishly and gives him a nod, looking embarrassed and retreating back behind his professional mask. He gives him an apologetic tilt of the head and wishes him good night, leaving so quickly Dibu barely has time to return the sentiment.

He turns towards the door and composes himself, glancing down to make sure that the flowers are still undamaged, and then he knocks.

The door opens right away, making it absolutely clear Leo had been standing behind it, waiting. Dibu laughs, he cannot help it, as Leo’s smiling face greets him, his chest filling with happiness at the sight.

“Emi! I was waiting so long, were you chatting up Bruno? He’s married, I’ll have you kno–” he stops himself and blinks, his gaze landing on Dibu’s hands. His eyes widen a bit, his mouth hanging open. “Are those for me?” he asks, his teasing all but forgotten.

Dibu snickers. “Who else would they be for? Happy belated Christmas, Leo,” he says warmly, holding out the flowers to him.

Leo takes them, beaming, and he looks up at him in delight. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you.”

Dibu preens. He

knew

he’d like them, he shouldn’t have doubted his amazing gift-giving instincts. He makes a note to lord it over Ale’s head once he sees him again.

Leo is still staring at the flowers, rotating the bouquet in his hands to see all of them. “No, really, these are beautiful. And they’re my favorite colors! I don’t think anyone has ever given me flowers like this.” He has a soft smile on his lips, and his cheeks are a little pink.

Dibu grins. “I’ve got this as well!” He raises the bottle of wine and tilts it so that the label is visible.

Leo’s eyes light up. “Oh, that’s the same–”

“Yeah, you liked it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah I did!” He grins at him for a beat, and then he shakes his head. “Sorry, sorry, I’m making you stand– Come in!” He sounds a little flustered as he opens the door fully and steps to the side, letting him walk inside. He reaches for his suitcase with his free hand and drags it in, closing the door behind them. “I am being a terrible host,” he mutters.

“Yeah you are,” Dibu nods gravely, stepping closer grabbing his hip to pull him towards himself. “It’s been a couple of minutes and you haven’t kissed me yet,” he teases, bending down to do just that.

Leo makes a startled noise and leans away, hand pushing back against his chest. “Don’t! You’ll crush the flowers!”

Dibu’s mouth falls open as he lets go of him. Leo isn’t even looking at him in the face, head tilted down to make sure the colorful buds are all still in their places, and Dibu lets out a laugh.

Leo looks up at him and grins sheepishly. “Sorry, here–” he says, holding the bouquet to the side and then running his free hand up Dibu’s chest until he’s gripping the back of his neck to pull him down. Dibu obeys happily, smiling into the soft kiss Leo presses against his mouth.

“I take my hosting duties seriously,” Leo murmurs against his lips, pressing up into him and squeezing his nape. He gives him another short peck, and then one more. “But the flowers have to stay intact,” he grins, his teeth grazing against Dibu’s lower lip.

Dibu wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him on his tiptoes, laughing as he kisses him back, deepening it. Oh, he’d missed this so much.

Leo is grinning once he pulls back. He slides out of his arms and grabs him by the wrist, drawing him behind himself as he walks towards the kitchen. Dibu looks around, taking in the wide open space – the floor to ceiling windows on the side and the warm-lighted lamps making the hardwood floors shine, the white couches and glass tables littered through the living room.

The kitchen is just as big – gleaming marble counters and glinting steel – but Dibu’s gaze is drawn to the central table, set for two and lit up by an array of red candles. He cannot help but grin and look at a flushing Leo, who has filled a water jug for the bouquet and is settling it in the center of the table.

“You haven’t eaten yet, right? I made you dinner,” Leo says, and he sounds proud of himself.

“I am quite hungry, yes. What–” He looks around, spying the pot boiling on the stove and the light emanating from the oven. “Did you cook up a full meal? How isn’t the house on fire?”

“Ha ha,” Leo deadpans, taking the wine from his hands and moving towards the counter to grab the corkscrew. He makes quick work of opening the bottle and then brandishes the cork at him. “I’ll have you know, I practiced this one. I used my family as a test subject, they’ve been eating the same thing for three days, and they assured me it was good.”

Dibu widens his eyes. “Oh dear. I shudder to think of what they had to face that first time.”

Leo shakes his head and turns around, but not before Dibu spies the small grin on his face. “Oh, come on! Am I really that bad?” He turns back, making big soulful eyes at him as he comes closer and offers him a glass, the deep ruby red wine swirling against the crystal.

Dibu takes it and shakes his head. “Nah, you know I like to fuck with you,” he says, and Leo laughs.

“Oh, I do know

that

,” he mutters, eyes dancing and mouth curled in a smirk.

Dibu snorts. “Yeah, that too.” He raises the glass in a toast. “To fourteen brilliant days,” he says, and Leo laughs, raising his as well and clinking them together.

“To us, to being winners and to fourteen fantastic days. May there be many, many more.”

They drink, gazes locked together, and the ball of warmth in Dibu’s chest expands, until he feels like he cannot contain the pure joy flowing through him. He stares at Leo’s mouth curling against the rim of the glass, at the way a scarlet drop clings to his lips as he lowers it – the way his tongue darts out to capture it – and his stomach jumps.

The shrill sound of an alarm going off breaks the intimate, charged atmosphere crackling between them, and Dibu blinks and turns towards the kitchen counter, lips quirking up as he catches Leo’s muttered curse.

Leo shoos him away as he approaches him to help, giving him his glass and nodding towards the table. “Go sit. I am getting so good at preparing this specific meal, I timed it just right–”

Dibu cannot help himself, he bends down – cursing the fact his hands are busy – and plants a kiss on him, catching him mid-word. Leo lets out a surprised noise and his mouth opens a little under his, his hands rising to cradle his face as he deepens the kiss, tongue licking at his lower lip teasingly before plunging inside. Dibu makes a soft sound and presses closer, the wine sloshing in the glasses and threatening to spill all over the floor.

Leo’s hands cupping his cheek are so warm, his thumb sliding slowly over his cheekbone in time with the way his tongue curls around his, and Dibu starts to lose track of what he’s supposed to do. At least, he does until Leo pushes him away, eyes crinkled at the corners and mouth damp and shining. Dibu blinks stupidly down at him.

“You’re really trying to make me burn dinner, aren’t you?” Leo murmurs, voice amused.

Dibu grins crookedly. “I wasn’t thinking much at all, you’re giving me too much credit.” He winks at him, and Leo laughs and shakes his head. He turns him around, hands on his hips, and pushes him gently towards the table.

“Sit. Stop messing with my flow.”

“Yes Captain, whatever you say Captain,” Dibu says, snapping his heels together in lieu of a salute and going to sit down. Leo’s laughter follows him and he smiles.

The table Leo has set really is beautiful. White tablecloth, gold-rimmed plates, red napkins and red candles. The bouquet fits the image perfectly, and Dibu basks in the happy glow soffusing his whole body as he sets Leo’s half-empty glass in front of his plate and relaxes back into his chair.

Leo chatters at him as he putters along the counters – tasting something in the pot on the stove, grabbing a plate from the fridge and closing the door with his hip – talking about how long it took him to get the hang of this particular recipe, and telling him stories of how he’d fucked it up previously.

Dibu’s heart is full to bursting – the amount of care and thought Leo put into this is exceedingly obvious – and the whole scene is so disgustingly domestic and romantic that he feels like he’s gonna explode. His cheeks hurt – he cannot keep a grin off his face – and his stomach rumbles as a truly delicious smell permeates the air when Leo opens the oven.

Once the meal has been plated – and Dibu has to contain his instinctual smartassery when he sees the concentration Leo is putting into making sure it looks as good as it smells – Leo finally sits down opposite him, eyes excited.

“Go on, try it,” he says, a little breathless, and Dibu is sure that he’d enjoy eating coal if Leo put it in front of him while making that face.

It’s delicious.

He makes a pleased sound as the flavor of buttery meat and spices bursts on his tongue. “Mh–” he mumbles, his eyes widening appreciatively. It truly is delicious, way better than what he’d been anticipating. When he finishes the mouthful and opens his mouth to speak, he is completely sincere.

“It’s perfect, Leo,” he says, smiling wide. “So good.” He takes a sip of the wine, enjoying the way it pairs beautifully with the aftertaste of Leo’s dish.

“Yeah?” Leo asks, but he’s smiling, relaxing back into his seat with a sigh of satisfaction.

“Yeah. Where–” Dibu starts to ask, having to interrupt himself midway through because he has better manners than to talk with his mouth full. And he’s very hungry, and the food is delicious. “Where did you get the recipe?”

Leo starts eating as well, shrugging a little. “I bullied it out of my mum. She was very surprised, and then very suspicious,” he grins.

Dibu raises an eyebrow. “Wait, where’s your family now?”

“I kicked them out. Actually, I hope you don’t mind, but they weren’t budging, and I ran out of excuses and kinda… told them you were coming to stay?”

Dibu’s heart skips a beat. “Oh? How did that– uh. How did that go?”

Leo gives him a grimacing smile, but his eyes are light and playful. “There was an awkward moment as we all faced the silent elephant in the room, but it went well I think. Better than what I was expecting, honestly.”

“The elephant in the room?”

Leo dabs his mouth with his napkin and then gestures towards himself vaguely, pointing at his chest and then twirling his fingers to encompass the both of them. “The whole… gay thing. I never brought them a girl home, and I always go to social events alone. They knew, but it’s not like we’d talked about it,” he shrugs. “Dad grunted and told me I could have done worse, which is glowing praise coming from him. And mum–” He gives him a pitying look. “I’ve been informed I have to bring you around next time. Sorry about that in advance.”

Dibu coughs, nearly choking on laughter. “Oh wow. Should I be scared?”

Leo raises an eyebrow. “Do you fear hugs? Or awkward questions? Because if so, yes. You really, really should be.”

Dibu shakes his head slowly. “I think I can bear it. For you,” he says solemnly, and Leo throws his head back to laugh.

“I actually…” Dibu trails off, flushing a little. “I had to tell my brother, Ale, or he wouldn’t help me sneak around to get your gifts.”

“Ohhh. Big day for us,” Leo says, smiling, but his eyes soften and he leans towards him. “How did he…”

Dibu shrugs. “Apparently, I am a lucky bastard pulling out of my league and I give shit gifts. He was horrified I was getting you just flowers.”

Leo lets out a startled laugh and reaches out over the table, taking his hand in his and squeezing. “Wow,” he says, eyes dancing. “Your brother has no taste, does he? And a skewed perspective. You’re pulling out of your league, but it’s just because you’re not in mine.”

Dibu shakes his head. “You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, feeling his face go hot even as a curl of delighted pleasure warms him from the inside out. “But yeah, he took it exceptionally well. I was impressed.”

“He had no idea?” Leo asks, curious. He tangles their fingers together for a moment, and then he lets go, taking his fork back in hand and working on clearing his plate.

Dibu follows suit, letting out a pleased murmur that makes Leo’s eyes crinkle in pleasure. “There wasn’t much of an idea to have for a long time, in his defense,” he mutters, and Leo raises an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that there genuinely wasn’t anything to know before like… a year and a half ago?”

Leo stops with the fork half-way to his mouth, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you mean–” He tilts his head and looks at him, his gaze piercing. “How old were you when you found out you liked men?”

Dibu looks at him pointedly. “Well, I don’t know,” he drawls out teasingly. “You grabbed my thigh when I was twenty-nine and I knew right then and there I wanted to fuck men. Or more like…. you.”

Leo chokes on his wine, eyes wide and shocked. “You–” he splutters, and then he coughs. Dibu leans over the table and hands him a napkin, watching him try to compose himself. Once the danger of suffocation has passed, Leo is still looking at him in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you went from finding out you might like men to sucking cock in four fucking hours?” He sounds both amused and kind of horrified. “Oh god, I’m sorry, I came onto you so strong…” he mutters, and he’s starting to look guilty.

Dibu leans over the table again and pokes his finger into his forehead, laughing, until he’s looking back at him instead of spiraling into a hole of self-flagellation.

“Aw, Leo, I was exaggerating a bit. I knew I wanted you long before that.” He smiles at him, feeling his face warm. “The real answer is that I had just gotten to the national team, you were very friendly and welcoming. You complimented me on a save in training and then I saw you take your shirt off. That’s when I knew I wanted you,” he says. “So I went from that to sucking cock in five months. Better, yeah?”

By now, Leo has regained his composure, and he’s smiling at him, relieved. “Ok, that’s better. At least you had a little time to adjust.”

Dibu makes a pensive sound. “I– honestly, I don’t think there was much to adjust to? It’s not like I’m finding other men attractive now. Or women, for that matter. It’s just you,” he mumbles. He gesticulates awkwardly. “I don’t know how to– I don’t think I’m gay?” He makes a face. “That sounds wrong. I like dick, I mean–” He sighs deeply, rubbing a hand over his face and smiling as he hears Leo let out a soft laugh. He raises his head and smiles sheepishly. “But I’m pretty sure that’s because it’s

your

dick.”

Leo is smiling at him. “You don’t need to have it all figured out, you know? As long as you’re happy with how things are right now. As long as you're sure about–” He gestures between them, eyes warm and crinkled in a smile.

“Oh, I am. Absolutely. One hundred percent.” He blows him a kiss and Leo looks at him fondly. Dibu takes another sip of wine and leans back in his chair. “But you do? Have it all figured out, I mean?”

Leo hums. “Pretty much. At least in that respect, the rest of life, not so much.”

“When did you…”

Leo smirks at him, playing with his knife. The silver metal glints under the candlelight, making a ringing sound as it clinks against the plate. “I had a very eventful summer Olympics,” he murmurs, his mouth curling up on one side. “And that was that.”

Dibu laughs. “Kun?”

Leo nods, grinning. “Kun. I was pretty convinced, and never looked back.”

“Uh. That must have been… Did you have trouble ah–”

“Accepting it?”

Dibu nods. Summer Olympics for Leo was in 2008, which had not been the best time for discovering you weren’t as straight as presumed. Especially if you were a footballer, especially if you were in the public eye as much as Leo was. Not that it’s easy now, but there at least is a little more acceptance. And the Internet is much friendlier now, if you have questions you could not ask anyone else. Dibu knows.

Leo hums, his expression relaxed and thoughtful. “A little at the start. But honestly… I was too focused on football to worry much about it. It was around the time I’d broken through the first team, I had no time for anything else. By the time I was thinking about it again, the whole thing had settled. In me, I mean. I think I skipped the whole panic, doubt, shame part.”

Dibu nods in understanding, pleased at hearing that. He finds that the thought of Leo being

ashamed

of himself, fearful, makes his stomach clench into an anxious knot, and he’s grateful Leo didn’t have to go through that. He watches as Leo stands up and clears the plates away, and then he snorts as a funny thought hits him. “Did you really find self-acceptance through tearing defenders to shreds?”

Leo laughs. “What can I say? I know people think I only think about football, and at that time, they were right.” He flashes him a brilliant smile, and then he shakes his head ruefully. He leans back against the counter, his arms braced on either side of his waist. His sleeves are rolled up, the muscles flexing under his pale skin. “I had more trouble coming to terms with what I wanted during sex, not who I wanted it from.”

Dibu’s eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”

Leo tilts his head to the side and looks at him. “I like to believe I’m a decent person. It was hard having to face the fact I wanted to be mean, that I found it hot. Or that I liked to pull people’s hair, call them names,

hit

them.”

Dibu’s stomach clenches. “You are! You– That doesn’t make you a bad person Leo–” He’s leaning forwards now, halfway out of his seat. He’s horrified Leo might think otherwise, that all this time he’d been feeling bad about himself when Dibu had been floating on cloud nine from how good Leo’s ‘meanness’ had been making him feel.

Leo waves a hand in the air, as if to push that away. “I know,” he says reassuringly. “I know now, it just took a while. It is… It’s kinda why I want to make sure you know I don’t mean any of it. Or that the things that

you

like don’t– I don’t know, make you feel bad about yourself? Especially because you were new at this.” He swallows, and then he stares at him intently. “It’s a game.

Play

. It doesn’t reflect at all what I think of you, and I hope–” he trails off, mouth curling down.

Dibu stands up and walks up to him, grabbing his gesturing hand and holding it against his chest. “Of course I know. I’d never, for one second, thought that–” he scrambles for the right words, but he’s unable to find them. He’d had a couple of moments, at the start, where he’d wondered what it said about him – that he liked to be brought down like that, that he liked the pain just as much as the pleasure.

But Leo had been so transparently sincere in and out of sex – with his actions, and the way he talked to him and about him, with the way he looked at him with such fondness and respect – that those thoughts had never lingered for long, and they had completely dissipated by the time they had really started to

be

together.

He wants to make sure Leo knows that the same is true for him, that he’d never seen his preferences as something to hold against him. His niggling worry is dispelled, though, when Leo smiles up at him, his expression calm and happy. He pushes up against him and kisses him, slow and sweet, and Dibu falls into it with a little happy sigh.

Leo lets out a soft laugh against his lips, his hand splaying wide over his heart. “What do you say,” he murmurs. “Dessert?”

Dibu leans back, cupping a hand over his cheek. “Did you make that one as well?”

Leo snorts. “Oh no. I can handle cooking with a bit of training, but don’t ask me to bake. I’ve never done it in my life and, however much I love you, I’m not gonna start even for you.”

Dibu laughs, a little breathless at the ways the words fall so easily from Leo’s lips. He kisses him again, holding him tight.

Once they are done with dinner, Leo leads him to the couch and launches himself on it with a contented sigh, kicking off his shoes and pulling him down by the hem of his shirt. It’s really late, the sky is pitch black outside the windows and Dibu’s eyelids feel heavy.

He raises his legs on the couch and leans into Leo, neck going boneless and dropping his head on his shoulder. The warmth radiating against his side makes him feel sleepy – he’s happy and sated, just enjoying the way Leo’s arm wraps around his shoulders and his fingers sink in his hair. He turns his head and presses a kiss to his neck, letting out a contented hum.

“I’ve got a present for you,” Leo murmurs, his fingers trailing down his arm.

Dibu raises his head. “Another one?”

Leo looks down at him quizzically. “I mean, yes, but how did you know there were gonna be two?”

“Because you’ve made me dinner? And it was fucking delicious.”

Leo laughs. “No, it’s not– Dinner wasn’t the present. I am very happy you liked it, though.”

Dibu straightens a bit, so that he’s looking him in the eyes. Leo moves, shifting to the side and bracing his back against the armrest, pulling his legs up until he’s bracketing Dibu’s body between them – one bent at the knee behind his back and the other extended over his thighs.

“Wait, so you have a present for me?” Dibu asks, shuffling down and settling into Leo’s embrace, shoulder pressed to his chest and feeling his arms close around him in a loose embrace. He’s way too tall to fit on the couch – especially when he’s trying not to smother Leo under him – so his feet are dangling from the edge, but he really doesn’t care. This feels really nice.

Leo nods, and then he hesitates. His fingers play with Dibu’s shirt, pinching the material between two fingers and then rubbing it between them, before letting go and smoothing the fabric down. The light touch between his shoulder blades is making his skin tingle, his eyes drooping slightly, but at the same time, Leo’s nearness is having its usual effect on him. He shifts until he’s more comfortable, shuddering as Leo’s calf brushes against his hardening cock.

“Mh. I think you’ll like it, but I feel I must apologize first. I realized after the fact that I went behind your back.”

Dibu raises an eyebrow. “That’s kinda how it works with gifts, isn’t it? What is it?” He tries to guess, but he realizes quickly that he hasn’t got the slightest idea. Leo’s slight tension is making him question if he’s about to receive something extremely extravagant.

Leo lets out a huff of amusement. “I guess it is. I had the idea right after we won, I was a little drunk and kind of… My brain wasn’t working at one hundred percent capacity, let's just say.” His lips are quirked up in a wry smile.

Dibu pokes him in the chest. “You’re making me nervous. Spill it, come on.” He’s kidding – Leo looks a bit abashed but not like it’s something really serious – and his belly is twisting with anticipation.

Leo kisses his cheek and then wiggles under him, reaching into the pocket of his trousers and bringing out something shiny and dark. It’s a small cloth bag, the drawstring pulled tight in a bow, the fabric shimmering black. He holds it out to him.

“Happy belated Christmas,” he says, echoing his words back at him.

Dibu raises himself so that his weight is not completely resting against Leo and takes it. He gives him an excited smile and then focuses on the present, feeling something thin and hard and flexible under his fingers as he rolls it in his hand.

His mind jumps to a conclusion and his fingers tremble a little as he pulls at the strings – because he’s almost certain now, that this is jewelry.

He’s right.

He upturns the bag and something light falls into the palm of his hand. It’s a bracelet, two strips of soft leather braided in a tight spiral, light blue and white curling around each other and bound at the ends by silver clasps. His eyes widen as he turns it around, his heart beating fast. “Oh,” he breathes, taken by surprise.

It's gorgeous. Thin and light, it won’t give him trouble if he was to wear it always, and strong enough he doesn't have to worry about losing it even when he plays. The colors fill him with happiness and he’s wrapping it around his wrist before he even realizes he’s doing it.

Leo’s fingers join his, turning his wrist gently and clasping the ends together, thumb coming to rest on his pulse point once he’s done.

Dibu raises his head and beams at him. “This is beautiful, thank you Leo,” he says, and then he raises his hand to grab the back of his neck and pulls him into an enthusiastic kiss. He can feel Leo’s happy smile against his lips, and he turns until their chests are pressed together, warmth blooming through him. The bracelet is snug around his wrist – just tight enough that it already feels like part of him – and he lets out a soft sound of pleasure as Leo’s legs tighten around his waist.

He pulls away with a gasp once his lungs start beginning for air, and his gaze lands immediately back on it – where it’s pressed against Leo’s temple as his hand is buried in his hair. “Why were you worried? It’s perfect,” he whispers.

Leo’s hand rises to take his, and he brings it between them, finger playing with the leather. “Look at it,” he murmurs. “Notice anything?”

Dibu does, brows furrowing in concentration. There is something familiar in the feel of the material and in the colors – especially the blue band, speckled at random intervals by gold lines. The niggling feeling of recognition turns more insistent when Leo presses the bracelet firmly against his wrist. “There’s something...” he murmurs, but the feeling doesn't settle into understanding. He raises his gaze.

“It’s us,” Leo says, voice low. He taps the bracelet again, pointer finger running along the blue strip. “This is from my boots. The ones I was wearing in the final.” His finger slides lower until he’s touching the white one. “And this is from your gloves, right from the inside of the wristband. I made sure the cut was neat, and they look just as you left them. But I should have asked, I’m sorry. I just… I was excited, and I got ahead of myself.”

Dibu blinks down at the bracelet. Oh. He swallows, eyes tracing the tightly intertwined bands until his vision blurs, and he realizes he’s having to blink back tears. He takes in a trembling breath as Leo’s voice fades into the background – he’s still talking softly, but Dibu cannot hear him.

His brain is stuck on a single thought: Leo had done this after the win, but before they had been alone.

His heart clenches as he realizes that, even if he hadn’t told him how he felt that night, Dibu is sure he would have known just from looking at this bracelet, by listening to the way his voice sounded as he explained what he’d done. He’s looking at a representation of how Leo sees them – twined together, bound in silver and gold.

He looks up, and Leo’s eyes go wide as he watches a tear trickle down his cheek. His hands reach to hold his face between them and he brings him closer, pressing their foreheads together and looking at him with trepidation. “Oh god, I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I didn’t– Shit. I’m sorry Emi, I shouldn’t hav–”

Dibu kisses him. He pours every ounce of all that he’s feeling inside of it, licks into his mouth greedily and wraps his arms around him, holding him so tight to his chest that Leo lets out a gasp, exhaling shakily against his mouth as his breath is squeezed from his lungs.

When he leans back, Dibu can feel wetness on his cheeks, and he’s smiling so wide his face hurts. “Fuck Leo,” he pants, and then he bends down and drops a kiss to his cheek, to the tip of his nose, to his chin – until Leo’s laughing, eyes scrunched shut as Dibu kisses all over his face.

His hand rises to cradle the back of his head once Dibu has calmed down, fingers slipping into his hair, and his eyes are big and hopeful. “You’re not mad at me?” he asks.

“You’re an idiot. I love you, this is perfect. This is–” his mouth quivers as he presses his lips together, tears pooling in his eyes. “Shut up,” he mutters when he sees Leo’s gaze go soft and fond, his cheeks flaming as he turns his head and wipes his cheek against his shoulder. “Shut up, you didn’t see that. I’m not crying.”

Leo laughs and swipes a thumb under his eye. “Of course you aren’t,” he murmurs, eyes dancing. “As long as those tears – that absolutely

aren’t there

– are of joy? Am I forgiven?”

Dibu snorts. “Of course. Inexistent happy tears, don’t acknowledge them.”

Leo nods solemnly. “I won’t. But you liked it!” He’s smiling wide, relief evident in every line of his expression.

“I really do. Wait–” He tilts his head to the side, his smile widening. “Did you really vandalize your World-Cup-winning boots to give me a present?”

Leo flushes. “I did,” he admits. His hands leave his face to run up his sides and his legs tighten around his waist. “I realized after the fact that I had also vandalized your World-Cup-winning gloves.” His mouth curls down in regret.

Dibu shakes his head. “‘Vandalize’ is an overstatement. I must have handled them for hours since then, my whole family wanted to hold them, and I didn’t notice. I’m more worried about the state of your boots. There’s not much to work with there, dare I ask how they ended up?”

Leo grins. “A bit battered, I admit, but it was totally worth it. Apart from those couple of seconds where I thought I made you cry. In not the fun way.”

Dibu sniggers and then he gasps in betrayal. “I thought we weren’t gonna mention that.”

Leo widens his eyes innocently. “Mention what?”

Dibu huffs in amusement and lets himself fall on top of him, tucking his face under his chin and blowing a raspberry against his neck. Leo makes a high-pitched sound of surprise and jerks under him, and Dibu laughs, at least until the motion ends up making him press his cock against the inside of Leo’s thigh, and then it’s his turn to make a strangled, embarrassing noise.

Leo’s hands clasps on the back of his neck and Dibu feels a kiss being dropped on his hair. Now that he’s paying attention, he can feel something poking him in the stomach and he grins. He wriggles around, listening to the way Leo’s breath catches, and pulls himself to his elbows; he turns his face up to kiss him again.

It’s slow – sweet – their breaths mingling together and warmth pooling gently low in Dibu’s belly, Leo’s fingers tracing lazy paths along the length of his spine, over the fabric of his shirt. Dibu loses himself in it, mind slowing down and chest full of joy, until his lips are tingling.

They are rocking together – almost instinctual motions that just make the heat in the pit of Dibu’s stomach flare brighter and brighter as his cock drags against Leo’s abs, and he feels the answering hardness dig into his hip and the top of his thigh.

Dibu’s breathing is shallow and quick, but his limbs are suffused with a sluggish sense of contentment that makes him feel as if he’s moving through molasses. He blinks his eyes open slowly, drinking in Leo’s open, glazed expression, the way his lips curl into a smile before he tilts his face up to kiss him again.

He drags his lips down Leo’s neck and trails a hand down his chest, but just as his fingers reach for the zip of his trousers, he feels him turn his head to the side to smother a yawn against his hair.

“Sorry,” Leo mutters, fingers scratching apologetically against his scalp, and Dibu smiles, his hand falling away from the waistband of his trousers and coming to rest against his hip. He’s surprised when, a second later, he finds himself yawning as well, and he shudders as a shiver travels through him.

Leo lets out an amused sound and wraps an arm around his back. “Sorry. Can I just hold you? I missed you.”

Dibu snuggles into him, letting go of the pooling want in his belly to relax into the placid feeling of contentment. “Missed you too,” he drawls, letting out a satisfied sigh. “But I’m gonna fall asleep any second now. You’re gonna wake up with a crick in your neck.”

Leo hums. “We could go upstairs?”

“I don’t wanna,” Dibu grumbles.

“Me neither. But…”

“Yeah,” he sighs. He raises himself on his knees, pulling himself upright and hauling Leo up as well. Leo rests his head against his chest for a second, leaning into him heavily, and then he starts walking towards the stairs.

Once they reach the door of his bedroom, he stops and turns towards him, looking a little embarrassed. “Before we go in,” he mutters, not quite meeting his gaze. His hand is resting on the door handle, and he’s smiling sheepishly. “I hadn’t quite taken into consideration how tired we’d be.”

Dibu raises an eyebrow – visions of handcuffs and toys and whatever Leo might have planned jolting him out of the sleepy daze he’d been in as he followed him up the stairs – and he makes a startled sound as the door swings open.

This is… He lets out a shocked laugh, looking at Leo who is flushing deeply but grinning at him, as if to let him in on the joke.

There are candles on the nightstand – unlit but eye-catching anyways, sparkling red and gold – and rose petals on the bed, a shock of brilliant red over the white sheets.

“You hopeless romantic,” Dibu murmurs incredulously, unable to contain an amused, endeared smile.

Leo shrugs. “You bring it out in me. And I knew you’d find it funny.” He looks at him from the corner of his eye, smirking. “Wanna roll around on rose petals, darling?”

Dibu snorts, grabbing his hand and spinning him around until his back is to the bed, pushing him down with a hand on his chest. Leo goes down with an oomph, laughing as he spreads his arms wide, and Dibu crawls on top of him and then sits back on his stomach, looking down at him. He has to admit that the sight is a pretty one – Leo's laughing face surrounded by pink and red splashes of color.

“You look like a princess,” he teases, clamping his thighs around Leo’s ribs when he squirms around to get free. “Sleeping beauty on his bed of roses.”

Leo snickers, arms scrambling over the sheets until he’s got a handful of petals in his hands, and then he throws them in his face. “How dare you,” he laughs in mock-outrage, repeating the motion until Dibu is being pelted by soft-feeling fluttery flowers. He catches one in his mouth and chews on it, watching amused as Leo’s eyes go wide in consternation.

“Don’t do that! Spit it out, you don’t know what they put on that! Haven’t I fed you enough?”

Dibu laughs and rolls off of him, coming to rest on his back next to him. “Mhh… delicious,” he says, and then he ducks out of the way when Leo makes a grab for his face. He swallows and opens his mouth, showing him his efforts are futile.

“God, you’re such a weirdo. Who does that?” Leo says, voice incredibly fond.

Dibu shrugs and pulls him close. “I am and you love me,” he says in a sing-song voice.

Leo sighs. “I really do. There must be something wrong with me.”

Dibu rests his head on his chest and yawns again. “God, I’m so tired,” he mutters. His limbs feel heavy and the mattress is so soft, and he’s happy enough it feels as if he’s melting into it. He should probably undress, but Leo is warm and comfortable under him, and he’s had a long day. He can do it tomorrow.

Leo pulls the sheets from under them, sending a shower of petals cascading through the air, and covers them.

“Good night,” Dibu mumbles, but he’s asleep before he hears Leo’s response.

When Dibu wakes up, the first thing he registers is the way his skin is prickling gently, goosebumps raising the hair on his arms as a line of damp, slow kisses traces down the length of his neck. His eyes flutter open as he turns his head with a smile, and the first thing he sees is Leo’s dark hair, tickling against his chin.

Leo feels him move and looks up, hair mussed and cheek criss-crossed by faint red lines. “Good morning,” he whispers. He runs a hand over Dibu’s chest, grinning.

“Mrgh–” Dibu garbles out. He spreads his arms wide over the mattress, curling his fingers in the sheets and stretching, letting out a satisfied hum as his spine pops. “Mornin’,” he tries again, catching Leo’s hand and bringing it up to press his cheek into his palm. Leo’s fingers curl around his jaw, and he drops a kiss to his mouth.

“Slept well?”

“Fantastic. You? You’re up early.” Dibu is used to being the one who wakes up first when they sleep together. He cannot complain, though, waking up to Leo’s lips pressed against his skin is the best feeling in the world. He blinks when Leo smirks at him.

“Early? It’s nearly midday, Emi.”

“It is? Uh.” Dibu tilts his head to the side, looking outside the window. The sun is shining bright, high up in the sky. “Look at that. I don’t think I've slept this late in ages.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” Leo says.

“Yeah, your mattress is fantastic,” Dibu replies, looking at him innocently, snorting when Leo pushes his face to the side, laughing.

“Can’t let me have anything, can you?” he grumbles, and then he lets out a startled sound as Dibu drags him on top of himself.

“You can have me,” he breathes, feeling his heart pick up speed as Leo’s weight presses him down into the mattress. He plants his feet on the bed and arches up into him. “Any way you like.”

Leo’s breath stutters, and his pupils widen as he looks down at him. He licks his lower lip and then swallows.

“I want you like this,” he murmurs, touching his cheek with the tip of his index. “You look–”. His gaze flits over his face, drags down his neck. He blinks, his mouth curling up, and reaches for the collar of his shirt, slipping two fingers inside and pulling on it teasingly. “I want you out of these.”

Dibu realizes in that moment that he’s still dressed, and that Leo is as well. “That can be arranged,” he says, and he’s trying to sound playful but his voice is breathy, his breath shallow.

They make quick work of their clothes, and Dibu hisses as Leo is once again pressed against him, warm silky skin over hard muscles, his cock hot against his hip, already half-hard. He tilts his head up with a soft noise of want, and Leo obliges him, kissing him slowly.

“How do

you

want me?” Leo murmurs between kisses, raking his fingers through his hair and making him gasp by biting at his lower lip, pulling away slowly with a last nip.

Dibu is not sure. He wants him so fiercely the need for it burns under his skin, but his thoughts are disorganized, lust rushing through him as he imagines all the ways in which he can have him. He swallows dryly, sliding a hand up his slightly arched back and feeling the muscles shiver under his touch.

“I wanna be inside you,” he whispers, his cock twitching where it’s trapped between them. He lets his hand brush down the length of his spine until his fingers are resting on the curve of his ass.

Leo’s eyes go dark, his mouth dropping open slightly as he breathes out sharply. “Yeah, that–Yes.” He closes his eyes tightly and when he opens them again, Dibu’s breath rushes out of his lungs.

Leo is looking at him like he’s starving, a flush of desire tingeing his skin pink. He raises himself on his elbows and grabs him by the shoulders, rolling them until he’s the one on his back, Dibu crouched above him.

Dibu blinks as he spies something red next to his cheek, and he reaches for it instinctively. His fingers close around a velvety-feeling petal, and he smiles, bringing it closer and brushing it over the bridge of Leo’s nose, letting it flutter down against his mouth. Dibu is pleased with himself when he sees that Leo’s lips are nearly the same shade of red, and he congratulates himself on a job well done.

Leo’s lips curl into a smile, and he puffs out a breath, blowing it back into his face. “I’ll have you in a bed of roses, just as I had planned,” he says, voice rough and soft at the same time, and it should sound funny, but it just makes Dibu’s blood run hot, a stab of lust nearly taking his breath away.

He stumbles to his knees and reaches for the nightstand – he’s never been to this bedroom before, but by now he knows where Leo likes to keep his things – and he grabs the lube, sitting back on his heels as he watches, dry-mouthed, the way Leo spreads his legs around him. He runs a hand up his thighs, thumb digging in the meaty flesh as he just looks at him, taking in the way his eyelids droop slightly at his touch, his neck flushing red and his cock jerking as the click of the lube being opened echoes in the peaceful quiet surrounding them.

Leo lets out a soft sigh as Dibu’s slick fingers enter him, and he’s so hot inside, the way he clenches around him making his mouth water. He takes his time, scissoring his fingers before working them deep, watching greedily the way Leo’s teeth close around his lower lip as his hips twitch back against his hand.

It always feels surreal when he’s doing this, like it’s something he desperately wants and cannot believe he can have. Sex with Leo always feels a little like that, but having him like this – trembling around his fingers, spread open under him, wanting and lovely – makes something hot and brilliant spark in the pit of his belly, lunging like lightning up his spine.

He exhales shakily, his cock achingly hard, and he can already tell how good Leo is gonna feel around him. He lets out a stuttering breath when Leo’s hand comes down between them and clamps around his wrist, pulling his hand closer, making his stab his fingers deeper, and he moans, curling them until he’s touching him where he wants, watching him shudder and gasp and feeling his hole tighten around him.

He lets out a needy whine, twisting his wrist in Leo’s grasp to make him twitch again, and he crawls closer, his other hand resting on his hip and holding him still as he works in a third – everything slippery and hot and so good already, Leo’s muscles flexing around his fingers, slick and velvety and trembling under his touch.

“Leo,” he breathes, awed, as he drills the tips of his fingers against his prostate, again and again, unable to tear his eyes away from the way Leo arches under him, head thrown back and mouth opening around a strangled groan. He bends down over him, pressing his lips to the hollow of his hip bone, following the taut band of muscles with his tongue until he’s lapping at the skin of his stomach, where his cock is drooling precome on his trembling belly.

He kisses the head of his cock, mouth open and wet and tongue dragging against him, and Leo’s hand slips into his hair in a trembling caress, touch gentle and needy.

“Emi, god–” he gasps, reaching out to drag his knuckles against his cheek. “More, give me–Ah..” His words peter out in a muted sound of pleasure as Dibu does, sinking his fingers deep and then pulling them out, feeling the way he clings to him, his rim shivering around the stretch as he adds one more.

He leaves a last broad swipe of his tongue against Leo’s length, a happy purr of satisfaction in his throat as he hears him murmur out his name in a hitching sigh, and then he kisses up the middle of his chest, fucking him a little faster with his fingers as Leo’s grip tightens around his wrist and then lets go of him.

Leo’s hand drags up his back as he settles himself on top of him, and Dibu realizes that his touch is different than what he’s used to. He bends down to kiss him, the thought niggling at him and getting more solid as he feels the way Leo’s mouth parts under his with a murmured gasp, his lips hot and damp and sweet as he kisses him back.

He’s not… There’s no trace of that subtle hint of control that Leo’s movements always have, even when he’s being soft and tender, that makes Dibu’s blood sing whenever he touches him during sex. Dibu realizes that Leo’s not in control, right now, but – as Dibu deepens the kiss and moans when Leo arches under him, grinding down against his fingers and pressing their chests together at the same time, fingertips digging into his shoulders – he’s not submitting either.

It’s different, and he’s not used to it, but it’s just as nice. It feels less like being led, and more like being invited to join in, the both of them working in tandem, on equal footing, as they bring pleasure to one another.

He pulls away from the almost siren-like draw of Leo’s mouth moving hotly under his, eyes searching as his gaze roams over Leo’s face – his expression relaxed and open, his eyes burning with gentle warmth. Leo smiles up at him, hand coming to rest on the side of his neck and thumb sliding along his jaw, and his eyelids flutter briefly as Dibu presses his fingers deep inside of him, making him let out a slow sigh.

He swallows, a little off balance but also excited, because this is new, and Leo looks gorgeous under him – all smooth edges and soft skin, looking up at him with wide glassy eyes. “You don’t want to–” he whispers, before stumbling over his words, unsure of how to ask. He wonders if he’s reading this right, if the slight change he’s feeling in Leo’s demeanor means what he thinks it means, and he doesn’t want to presume.

Leo’s brows furrow in a quizzical expression as Dibu slows down the movement of his hand, and Dibu lets out an incoherent sound, turning his head against Leo’s hand and rubbing his cheek against his palm. He realizes in that moment – when the motion makes his mind grow slow and hazy and the muscles in his neck go lax – that it’s something he’s used to doing when he’s down so deep under Leo’s control that he has difficulty forming words.

He flushes a little at that, at having to hint at what he wants to say instead of asking, but Leo’s eyes clear and his mouth parts slightly before curling up at the corners.

“I want you like this,” he murmurs, his other hand reaching for his and squeezing. “Is that okay?” He looks up at him, a shadow of apprehension behind the deep brown of his irises.

Dibu swallows, flushing bright. He cannot believe Leo is worried that Dibu would not like being

vanilla

. He snorts as he remembers how off balance it had thrown him for a second and he guesses Leo was right to ask, and he lets his head drop to Leo’s shoulder with a snicker.

Leo turns his head and noses along the line of his cheekbone, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. When Dibu finally looks at him again, he’s grinning, slightly flushed and looking a little embarrassed as well. Apparently, though, he’s been having the same train of thought as him, because his expression turns amused.

“It’s more than okay,” Dibu breathes, and Leo brightens, reaching up to kiss him again. He starts moving again, drinking Leo’s sighs like they are the sweetest of wines, and he lowers his hips down, lining himself up to grind his cock against Leo’s and reveling in the way pure pleasure sings through his nerves.

“Good, good, you feel so good,” he breathes as Leo’s nails catch on his back, his slick hole clenching down around him, and his movements become more intense – fingers sinking inside of him again and again as he drags his cock against Leo’s length, skin shivering as he feels the wetness pooling between them, smearing over their skin.

“Fuck– I need, Emi–want you inside me, c’mon,” Leo pants, and Dibu’s brain lights up in delirious happiness. Leo’s voice is low and thready, no hint of an order in his tone, but Dibu is helpless against it anyways – because no matter if he’s under his control or not, the need to give Leo what he wants is something that’s written into his bones by this point.

He pulls away a little, panting, and Leo lets go of him, his hand reaching out over the mattress to grab the lube. Dibu rubs a thumb over his hip bone, pulling his fingers out of him regretfully – shivering at the way Leo’s channel clenches down on him in protest – and he watches him open the bottle with one hand, impressed at his coordination as he manages to coat his fingers enough, even if he ends up making a mess of the sheets.

His mouth drops open in a silent moan as Leo’s fingers close around his cock, slick and a little cold, but quickly warming up as he strokes him slowly, dragging the pad of his thumb over the weeping head. His hips twitch forwards into his hand, and Leo grins, closing his fingers tighter around him and grabbing his forearm with his free hand.

He pulls him back on top of him, and Dibu barely manages to gather his wits enough to prop himself on an elbow instead of falling like a dead weight against his chest.

“Leo, fuck,” he mumbles, spreading his knees slightly to keep his balance, and then he loses his words completely as he feels Leo guide him closer. He reaches between them, closing his fingers around the base of his cock right where Leo’s are wrapped as well, and he looks down at him, eyes wide.

Leo’s mouth drops open, his eyes fluttering closed as Dibu slowly, slowly sinks inside, and Dibu feels the breath rush out of him as the sensation of his hole spasming around the head of his cock before giving in and relaxing into the thrust makes him see stars.

Leo is so hot inside

, his delirious mind whispers at him,

so hot, so tight, fuck–fuck

, and he realizes he’s saying it outloud only when Leo’s eyes go darker still, his face flushing brighter as he moans when Dibu’s hips finally come to a rest against his ass.

“Leo, god you feel–” Dibu gasps, skin burning everywhere as Leo’s body clenches around him, enveloping him in slick, scorching hot pressure, and his cock jerks inside of him.

“Emi, yes,” Leo groans, gripping his hips with slick hands and pulling him closer still. His legs wrap around his waist, thighs flexing as he uses them to pull himself back on his cock until they're as close as they can be, and his skin is shining with sweat now, the gleam of it beading on his forehead.

Dibu lets out a wrecked sound and kisses him, biting softly at his lower lip and slipping an arm under him, fingers clutching at his skin. “C-can I move– ah–” He bites his lips to stop himself from begging, the need for it burning on his tongue even if he knows he doesn’t need to right now.

Leo shivers and runs a hand up his back, until he’s wrapped an arm around Dibu’s shoulder and he’s pulling himself up until he’s flush against him, his back not touching the mattress. Dibu wraps an arm under him, feeling his spine flex against his forearm as he pushes back onto his cock, his hole shuddering around him in a rippling wave, and his vision flashes bright with pure want.

“God yes–please, please move,” Leo breathes against his neck, and Dibu whines low in his throat, the sound of that word on Leo’s lips nearly enough to make him lose his mind.

He does, pulling slowly out and then pushing back in, the drag and friction of it around his cock making him shudder. Once the clench of Leo’s body relaxes a little – and it doesn’t feel like he’s going to lose his mind at every minute movement he makes – he starts going faster.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, sharp pleasure skittering up his spine every time he sinks back inside that velvety heat, and Leo is making soft sounds against his neck, pleased little noises and sharp gasps that make his skin prickle.

He turns his head, nudging at Leo’s jaw with his nose, and Leo’s head lolls back against the pillow as he lets himself go from where he’d been clinging to Dibu’s shoulders, his body falling back against the mattress.

His eyes are wide and dark, his mouth swollen, and he slips his fingers into his hair to pull him down. “Kiss me,” he breathes against his lips, and Dibu falls into him with a strangled whimper.

It’s heaven

, he thinks as he slides his tongue into Leo’s hot mouth and pushes inside Leo’s hot, clenching body,

this is heaven

.

They fall into a rhythm, deep and slow and sweet, and Leo is moving with him, following his every motion with an answering one, swaying with him and pushing back into his thrusts, his thighs like a vice grip around his waist and his hands roaming hungrily over his back.

“More, want you deeper,” Leo groans, eyes glassy and voice wrecked, his chest heaving where it’s pressed against Dibu’s. Dibu can feel his cock drag against his abs with every thrust in, hard and hot and leaking, and he lowers himself even more onto him, giving him more friction.

“Yes, fuck–” Dibu gasps, and his body is a line of hot tension as he digs his feet into the mattress to get the strength he needs to drive himself inside of him.

Leo’s head lolls back against the pillow, mouth open in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back into his head when Dibu slides a hand between his body and the mattress, pressing his palm to the small of his back and making him arch his spine until he has the angle he needs to drag his cock against his prostate.

The tight grip of Leo’s legs loosens as pleasure rocks through him, fingers digging in the meat of his bicep as he slides his foot on the back of Dibu’s thigh and hooks it around his calf – legs distending until they are pressed to each other chest to ankles, intertwined like the leather bands of Dibu’s bracelet that presses against Leo’s cheek as Dibu slides his fingers in his hair and turns his face back to him to kiss him.

Dibu is lost in a sea of pleasure, the leisurely intensity of their movements driving him into an almost trance-like state, and Leo must be feeling the same, because he’s shivering under him, eyes at half-mast, words stolen from him and replaced with soft, breathy sighs and gasped

ah-ah-ah

sounds as Dibu fucks him slowly.

His panting mouth is always brushing against Dibu’s skin – damp, trembling kisses peppered along the length of his throat and the line of his shoulders – and Dibu’s heart stutters as his fingers slide along his arm to slip through his, making him open his clenched fist until their palms are pressed against each other.

Leo brings their joined hands to his mouth, kissing his knuckles as he looks up at him, and Dibu feels a hot spark of want and love explode in the pit of his belly. He lets himself go completely on top of him, searching for his other hand and twining their fingers together as well, and he doesn’t know who moves first, or if they do it together, but Leo’s arms extend over his head, dragging against the silky sheets until he’s completely stretched out under him, and Dibu’s own follow them, until the both of them are two lines of trembling pleasure spread out over the sheets.

“Emi, Emi,” Leo sighs, like he hasn’t got the voice to do anything else, and Dibu presses their foreheads together. They are looking at each other, eyes wide and dazed, panting mouths open as they gasp against each other, and like this – Leo’s hips tilted slightly up, his legs tangled around Dibu’s, his hole clenching deliciously hard around Dibu’s cock every time the position brings him crashing into his prostate – it doesn’t take long before they are on the edge.

Dibu’s heartbeat is fast and hard, drumming against his chest – or maybe that’s Leo’s, Dibu cannot differentiate between them anymore – and his chest feels tight, like he cannot breathe, or like he’s full of so many emotions his ribs cannot contain them anymore.

He kisses him – dazed and messy, gasping into his mouth, his thrusts slow and deep – and Leo groans against his lips. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he tears his mouth away from Dibu’s with a wrecked, hitching moan when Dibu twists his hips and drags his entire length against his prostate. He throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth lolling open in a graceless, beautiful motion, and Dibu just keeps going, dragging kisses down his chin, down the column of his throat – open-mouthed presses of lips like he needs the feeling of his skin under his tongue to live, leaving Leo's skin pebbling and shivering in their wake.

“Leo,” he says, breathless and low, his mind lost under an avalanche of pleasure and delirious joy – because he gets to have this, because he can feel Leo’s blood rush through his veins as their skin press together, because Leo’s eyes are so beautiful when they look back at him, dark and full of stunned want. “My love, my love, I love you–”

Leo’s fingers tighten around his, where Dibu’s hands are pressing his down against the mattress over his head, and he arches under him, his body a beautiful line of pleasure as he throws his head back and comes, a garbled mess of his name and love and want pouring from his lips as he spills against Dibu’s stomach, a splash of hot wetness like a searing mark against his skin.

Dibu stutters out a moan, bending his head low to lick at his trembling neck, lips dragging against his Adam’s apple as he drinks in the vibrations of his satisfaction. His hips stutter as Leo clenches around him hard, spasming contractions that trap his cock in an unbearably tight grip, and he comes with a shaky, desperate exhale that feels like his soul leaving his body.

His mouth latches at the base of Leo’s neck, sucking a deep bruise into it as he screws his eyes shut and whimpers, his movements going frantic and desperate as he thrusts one, two times inside of him as Leo’s heel digs into the back of his calf. He’s squeezing Leo’s hands so tight he can feel their bones grind against each other, but there is nothing else inside his mind except the pure satisfaction and happiness unfurling like a ribbon through his veins.

He pants against Leo’s skin, feeling him go limp under his weight, a wrecked sound vibrating out of him and straight into Dibu’s chest.

He doesn’t know how long they spend like that, he starts registering the word around them again only when a shiver runs through him as the air cools down the sweat on his back. He raises his head, blinking slowly, and searches for Leo’s mouth with his, finding it already curved in a smile. Leo’s hand slips out from under his – his fingers nerveless and lax now – and comes down to card through his hair.

They are still breathing heavily, so they must content themselves with short kisses, but Dibu relishes it anyway, lips tingling and heart full.

He rises slightly when he hears the way Leo’s breath keeps coming in short pants, and he shivers as his cock slips out of him, feeling the back of Leo’s thigh turn damp and slick as the motion lets the come and lube drip out of him. He’s unable to stop himself from

touching

, fingers running up the back of his thigh until his fingers slide through the mess, spreading it on his skin.

He flushes a little as Leo grins at him knowingly, eyes warm, and pushes his leg down into his hand, making the mess worse. He takes a deep breath – the first one in a while, Dibu thinks, a little chagrined – and Dibu lets himself fall on his side next to him, resting his sticky fingers on the inside of his thigh and propping his head on his hand as he looks down at him.

Leo is flushed all over, skin shining with sweat and hair damp and dark. His limbs are all askew now – leg bent at the knee, one arm still splayed out over his head and the other hand resting on his belly, next to the splatter of come painting his abs. He looks sated, eyes drooping and expression relaxed.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Dibu breathes, running his hand up Leo’s thigh, tracing the curve of his hip bone to dip his fingers in the pool of come next to his soft cock. He brings them to his mouth on instinct, and Leo’s face flushes as he watches him lick his come off of them. Dibu closes his eyes, mouth watering at the taste.

“You’re one to talk,” Leo rasps, but his eyes are crinkled in pleasure. He stretches a little, letting out a satisfied gasp, and then he grins up at him.

“My love?” he says, teasing.

Dibu splutters, feeling his face go hot. “Shut up,” he mutters, and Leo laughs. Dibu closes his eyes in consternation but he opens them quickly as he registers the flash of expression that had crossed Leo’s features for a brief moment.

He narrows his eyes at him, remembering the way he’d looked when he’d heard him, the way he’d come…. Leo smiles up at him, but there’s something in his eyes, and the longer Dibu looks at him, the squirmier he becomes, fingers fidgeting with the crumpled sheets between them as he bites his lip. Dibu’s mouth drops open.

“You like it,” he accuses him, a delighted grin spreading on his face. Leo flushes bright red, looking like he’s been caught. “Oh my god.” Dibu laughs, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. “Oh you bastard, you were trying to throw me off the scent! How devious of you,” he smirks, turning his head to the side. He makes deliberate eye contact and says the words, slowly. “My love.”

Leo’s eyes go wide and he swallows.

“My love,” Dibu murmurs, reaching out and grabbing his hand, where he’s fisting it in the sheets. It relaxes under his touch, and Leo lets him bring it to his chest, where Dibu presses it against his heart. “My love,” he repeats, no longer teasing now.

Leo closes his eyes for a second, and Dibu had never seen him so red in the face, lashes trembling against his cheeks as he takes in a deep breath.

“You’re gonna use that against me with impunity, aren’t you?” he sighs, opening his eyes and looking at him in trepidation. “Who’s the hopeless romantic now?”

Dibu smirks at him. “Still you. And of course I am. You can turn my brain off with a look, it’s only fair I come to this fight armed.”

Leo laughs. “Fair enough,” he concedes.

Dibu’s grin widens. “Oh, I wonder what else you like…”

Leo’s eyes go wide. “Do not–” he threatens, but Dibu’s not gonna stop now.

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, watching the way Leo’s mouth drops open in surprise. There’s a flush of pleasure on his cheek he cannot hide, even as he tries by throwing an arm over his eyes. “Darling. Honey. Light of my life.”

Leo lets out a groan and reaches out to press his hand to his mouth, but Dibu ducks out of the way with a snicker.

“Sugar. Sweetie. Cupcake. Love bug–” He barks out a laugh as Leo shoots up like he’s been shot, eyes horrified as he stares down at him in consternation.

“No.” he says, pointing at him. “I’m drawing a line, those are fucking horrible. What–” He shakes his head as Dibu rolls around, gasping for air. His voice is pleading as he continues. “Promise me, Dibu. Promise me you’re never gonna call me love bug because I swear–”

Dibu just keeps laughing evilly.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

It takes Dibu until mid-afternoon before he remembers what Leo had said to him the evening before.

They are lazing around in the living room, the TV turned to a sporting channel with the volume low and droning in the background and Leo is sprawled on the floor between the couches, one leg bent at the knee and one arm behind his head. Dibu is sitting on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, occasionally reading him a snippet of an article or a particularly funny comment someone has left under one of his posts on social media.

It’s right as he scrolls past a photo of John on his Insta feed – celebrating Christmas with his wife, wrapping paper spread all over the floor and a bunched up Villa shirt hanging from the armrest of a couch – that it hits him. He looks up sharply, fixing his gaze on Leo’s relaxed form.

“Wait,” he says, furrowing his brows.

Leo makes an inquisitive noise and tilts his head to look up at him.

“Yesterday… You said there were two presents? And dinner wasn’t one of them?”

Leo’s eyes widen slightly, and his mouth twitches in a smile. He props himself up on an elbow and grins up at him. “Yeah,” he says, but he doesn’t elaborate.

Dibu extends his socked foot and nudges him in the hip. “What gives? Are you hiding it from me?”

Leo laughs. “Getting greedy, are we?” he teases, and then he lets out a yelp as Dibu digs his toes into his side, making him snort as he scoots away. “Alright, alright!” he gasps in surrender, raising himself to his knees and gripping Dibu’s ankle tight, pressing it back against the seat. “No need for that.”

Dibu settles back into the backrest with a smug smile, looking up at him as he gets on his feet. “So, where is it?”

Leo bends down over him – and Dibu’s belly twists at how the sight of Leo towering over him makes him feel, hands braced on either side of his head, caging him against the backrest. His stomach does a funny flip. Leo leans down and kisses him, a short peck that has Dibu leaning in for more, but he just smirks at him and straightens. “You’ll have to get up for this one,” he says as he turns away.

Dibu jumps to his feet and follows him with a bounce in his step. “Why two presents?” he asks as they enter the kitchen. Leo pulls out a high chair from under the kitchen island and looks at him expectantly until Dibu has sat in it. “Wait, why do I need to sit?”

“Because you deserve

all

the presents, and I wanted to. And also, I had the idea for this one a while ago, but didn’t find the right time to give it to you till now.” Leo smiles at him, and he’s fidgeting a little, standing on the other side of the island. “And you have to sit because this one requires a conversation.”

Dibu feels his eyebrows rise in intrigue, and he leans forwards, forearms pressing against the cool white marble. “Oh?” His breath hitches in anticipation – because something tells him that the conversation in question means there’s something new and exciting and

hot

waiting for him at the other end. The way Leo’s eyes are taking him in, dark and careful and steady, just makes him more sure.

Leo’s shoulders settle into a relaxed line as he watches him. “Wait here a second, I’ll be right back.”

Dibu nods and his stomach jumps when Leo’s smile turns warmer, a hint of promise in the curl of his lips. In the couple of minutes it takes him to come back, his brain jumps from thought to conjecture to idea to

hope

, again and again, and his fingers curl into fists as he lets out a slow breath, trying to maintain some composure.

By the time Leo returns, Dibu is hard, his cock straining against his jeans, and there’s an electric feeling of excitement spreading under his skin, his leg bouncing rapidly against the leg of his chair and sending vibrations running through the hollow steel.

He blinks as Leo sits in front of him and places a brown box on the flat surface between them, his fingers resting on top of it.

“Is it more jewelry?” Dibu asks curiously, even if that can’t be it, because despite how sleek and elegant the box looks, it’s quite a bit higher than something containing a bracelet or a necklace should be. There are also no identifying marks or labels on either the lid nor the sides.

Leo lets out a startled noise, and Dibu looks at him. He has a strange look on his face – half-amusement, half-consideration – and he tilts his head to the side, looking at him intently. “In a way,” he says cryptically, one corner of his mouth curling up.

Dibu reaches for the box, curiosity and anticipation sparking in his mind, and a sort of shivering feeling of breathless eagerness at the way Leo is teasing him, drawing it out. He brushes his fingertips against a sharp corner, but Leo’s hand doesn’t move away. It closes over his, instead, stilling his fingers between his palm and the velvety-feeling material.

“This is yours to do with as you please,” he murmurs, and his voice is calm and deep, careful. “If you don’t like it, or don’t want it, you don’t have to accept it.”

Dibu swallows, fingers flexing under Leo’s gentle grip. His heartbeat is getting faster, his mind conjuring up a range of options for what he’s going to find inside, each one more exciting than the last. He has no doubt that he’s going to like it, not with the way Leo’s staring at him – slight concern but, most of all, hungry anticipation.

Leo knows what he likes, it’s become exceedingly clear in the time they’ve been together that he often knows before Dibu does, and he’s just gotten better at it the longer he’d spent pulling at the thread of Dibu’s desires, looking at him just like that before doing or saying something that renders him almost mindless with lust.

Dibu nods to show him he understands, and he promises himself he’ll tell him if it turns out to be something he doesn’t want. Leo’s face softens, and he leaves one last caress against the back of his hand before he pulls his away. Dibu lets out a silent breath, sliding his fingers to the side of the box and resting his thumb against the corner of the lid, the sharp point digging into his flesh. He keeps looking at Leo as he raises the lid – the soft snick of hinges locking into position making his hands tremble – and then he lowers his gaze.

For a second, he doesn't know what he’s looking at. It’s a band of dark material, rolled into a tight circular loop and resting on a light foamy cushion. Black leather, gold stitches, and a metallic clasp glinting under the afternoon sunshine coming in through the kitchen windows.

His mind flashes abruptly to the handcuffs, the ones packed into his suitcase upstairs – never far from him when he’s in Leo’s company – and then his gaze lands on the golden D-ring sewn into the exterior of the dark band. His mouth goes dry and his heart skips a beat as he draws in a sharp breath.

It’s a

collar

.

His hand clenches around the side of the box and his cock jerks as a wave of heat slams into him, his skin prickling all over and his clothes suddenly feeling too tight. His hand twitches where it’s still holding the box open, and he can see his fingers tremble as they lower inside.

The leather is soft. The collar unfurls as he takes it out, a sinuous movement that makes the blood in his veins thrum with want, and he shivers as he watches it settle in his hand, the ends dangling in the air with a soft sound of clinking metal, the wide band elegant and yet sturdy as it flattens against his palm. He swallows dryly, his face blazing hot and his eyes wide, and he cannot look away from the glint of the golden hoop fastened to the central part, where something could be attached.

A leash

, his mind whispers to him.

He can feel Leo’s gaze on him as if it was a physical thing and, on the edge of his vision, he sees his hands, fingers splayed wide and relaxed against the white marble. He imagines those hands on the black leather filling his vision, the way they’d move as they wrapped it around his throat. He imagines what it would feel like – his fingers spasm at the idea, tightening around the collar jerkily, feeling the give of the supple material, but also the

strength

there.

“Fuck,” he breathes, and he’s already feeling dizzy, a rush of lust setting his nerves ablaze.

“Do you like it?” Leo asks softly.

Do you want it?

Dibu hears in his tone.

Leo shifts as Dibu raises his head, clearly trying to remain composed. By the time Dibu is looking straight at him he has pulled back from the way he’d been leaning towards him, relaxing his body and smoothing out his expression in what Dibu realizes is an attempt not to influence him or pressure him into the answer he wants.

He doesn’t need to, Dibu is quite sure what his answer is gonna be – he’d been sure the second he’d understood what he was looking at – but the fact that Leo is taking so much care in how he’s approaching this… Warmth blooms in his belly.

He doesn’t trust himself to speak, so he just nods and Leo’s face lights up in a pleased expression, an edge of fierce want settling in his features.

“It’s yours,” he murmurs, reaching out and closing Dibu’s fingers around the collar, and then he trails his hand over his upturned fist and grips his wrist in a gentle hold. His eyes are so dark they look black. “And you get to decide when you want to put it on.”

Dibu nods again, his mouth curling into an excited smile. “Jesus Christ Leo, this is…” He swallows, trying to find the right words to express what he wants to say – the way it’s making something sing at the base of his neck, the flush of want and humiliation it sinks in the pit of his belly. “Thank you,” he ends up saying instead.

Leo smiles at him. “I’m happy you like it,” he says, his voice low. He closes his eyes for a brief second, and when he opens them again, the intensity in them has softened into something warm but intent. “But there’s something I wanted to talk about.” He squeezes his wrist as Dibu tilts his head in askance. He’s honestly having some trouble concentrating, his whole body buzzing with anticipation, and he’s sure Leo can feel the way his heartbeat is pounding under his touch.

He lets out an instinctive displeased sound – his fingers curling around nothing and the skin of his palm tingling where the soft material brushes against it when Leo pulls the collar out of his hand and lays it on the countertop between them. He looks back up and smiles sheepishly at him when he feels Leo’s hand slip into his. “Sorry, I was…” he clears his throat, fighting the urge to drop his gaze to search for the collar again. “Sorry. You want to tell me something?”

Leo looks a little amused but, after a second, his features settle into a calm and serious expression. “Yes. I want you to know–” he hesitates a little and then he sighs, mouth curling into a bashful smile. “And to think that I had planned this conversation so well,” he mutters to himself before shaking his head and leaning towards him, reaching out to hold his hand between both of his, grip tight and warm. “Do you know what this means? For me, for us?” He tilts his head down towards the collar.

Dibu blinks. “Uh…” He furrows his brows, but Leo doesn’t elaborate, looking expectantly at him, waiting for a reply. Dibu tries to focus, and thinks. “It means you want to see me in a collar. That you want to–” he flushes, feeling the words burn on his tongue as he lets them out. “Own me. Control me. Make me yours.” He shivers.

Leo’s eyes darken, and he inhales sharply. “Yes,” he breathes, his fingers twitching against his. “But only when we’re playing like this. This–” he lowers their hands until they are resting on top of the collar and Dibu feels goosebumps breaking out on his arms as the cool golden ring digs into the back of his hand. “This is a prop. And what we do is play, make-believe. I don’t actually want to own you, I don’t think I ever could. I want you as my partner, my equal. The idea of it, the

fantasy

… It’s incredibly hot, and I see you think so as well.”

He smirks at him, and Dibu squirms, because he’s sure he’s made it pathetically obvious how much he likes it. He nods.

“But I wouldn’t enjoy the reality of it at all. You’re not my pet, you’re my–'' Leo stops himself when Dibu’s eyes widen as he lets out a strangled, choked sound, and he raises a questioning eyebrow.

Dibu blushes. “I know, Leo. I didn’t think you’d want… that. But, uh… In the interest of full disclosure. That word–” he bites his lip and smiles at him sheepishly.

Leo’s eyebrows raise in surprise and he lets out a laugh. “Noted.” He smiles slyly at him. “I can certainly work with that.”

Dibu closes his eyes and shivers. He comes back to himself when Leo squeezes his hand between his, and he looks at him, chagrined. “I am so sorry, I keep getting distracted. You were saying–” He blinks as he finally registers what Leo had been talking about when his brain went offline. “I’m your...?” he asks leadingly, feeling his inside squirm as he predicts where he’s going with this, his lips hitching up in a smile.

Leo shakes his head at him, but his cheeks are pink. “Boyfriend. Partner. If you want to call–”

Dibu grins, feeling butterflies exploding in his stomach. “I think I've made it plenty clear I’d love that,” he teases.

“Good, ok, yes–” Leo says, stumbling a little on his words and grinning wide. He looks happy, his eyes excited. Dibu resists the urge to lean over the counter to kiss him, because he has a feeling he’s not done talking yet.

“And I want you to know, about the whole kink thing… If you don’t want it like that always, we don’t have to. I’d be happy to have vanilla sex with you forever, you know that, right? I really, really like what we have, but I don’t

need

it. I want

you

, in whatever way you want to be with me.”

Dibu breathes out shakily, feeling his heart clench at the look on Leo’s face – earnest and sincere and a little worried as he tries to find the right words. It occurs to him he’d never thought too deeply about this. It’s true that right from the beginning, the vast majority of the times they had sex it had always included some element of kink – Leo taking control of him, telling him what to do, how to move – but Dibu is more than ok with that.

He chews on his lower lip, a little chagrined that he’d never thought to communicate it clearly to him, and had left him guessing, most of the time, at Dibu’s wants. Leo had done an exemplary job of it – always, always asking him questions to gauge his needs, reading his body language and his stuttered replies with careful eyes – but it’s clear that this is something Leo had been mulling over. The thought makes warmth rush through his veins, makes him feel cherished and loved.

He braces his elbow on the counter and leans in towards Leo, resting his chin on his free hand. “I know. And I want

you

to know that I am extremely happy with this,” he gestures between them and then points at the collar. “I love it. I

want

it like this, the majority of the time. And I know that if I told you I wasn’t feeling up to it, you’d be okay with that.”

Leo simply looks at him for a long moment, and then he scrubs a hand over his face, carding his fingers through his hair and leaving it standing on end. “God, the trust you put in me…” he mumbles, looking suddenly vulnerable and soft and almost awed.

Dibu brings the hand that’s still grasped in his to his mouth and kisses his knuckles. “You make it easy,” he says, simple and utterly sincere. “And I want you to trust me – trust that I know what I want, and I know to speak up if I'm feeling bad.”

Leo purses his lips in thought and then nods. “I do. I’m sorry if I’m making you feel like I don’t.”
Dibu makes a pensive sound. “You aren’t. It’s just… you worry. And I don’t want you to worry so much. I promise that I'll let you know if I ever want something… simpler.”
Leo lets out a short laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be able to not worry, but I’ll try.”

Dibu looks at him steadily, and then he nods. “Good,” he breathes. He licks his lower lip, his attention immediately pulled back to the strip of black leather between them now that the conversation seems to have reached a natural end. He hesitates, biting his lip nervously, but in the end he cannot stop himself from asking.

“Are you–” He squirms a little at the way Leo’s eyes sharpen, his fingers twining with his. “Aren’t you gonna put it on me?” he whispers.

He had calmed down somewhat during their conversation, but the glowing ember of lust deep in his belly hadn’t abated. He can feel it rekindle, turning hotter, as Leo’s eyes flash – the desire and greed and

pleasure

in them like a gust of wind fanning the flames higher.

“Of course,” Leo murmurs, letting go of his hand after a quick squeeze.

Dibu flexes his fingers as if to hold onto the fading warmth of his touch on the skin of his palm. He has to bite his tongue to smother the sharp exhale he lets out when he sees Leo pick up the collar, staring at the way his thumb traces the golden thread of the seam as he simply holds it for a long moment.

“You should see what you look like right now,” Leo says, low and rough.

Dibu’s gaze pulls away from the gorgeous sight of his fingers closing tight around the collar– the way the leather

bends

under his touch – to look up at him, feeling a shiver of pleasant shame dance along his nerves. Leo’s head is tilted to the side, and he’s looking at him intently, eyes dark and greedy.

He can feel it in himself – in the way he’s swaying forwards, arms going weak where they are braced against the countertop, in the way his breathing is beginning to turn quick and shallow. He’s sure he looks like the perfect picture of needy, almost pathetic eagerness, and he shudders, his skin turning hot all over when Leo’s mouth curls into a knowing smirk, his eyes sharp.

God, he’d missed this.

However much he’d loved having Leo in such an uncomplicated, sweet way that morning, there’s nothing that quite compares to this – to feeling like an exposed, raw nerve under Leo’s attention, to seeing the spark of avarice and want in the lines of his expression and knowing he’s going to cry, to beg and be dismantled under his strong hands.

“Look here,” Leo murmurs, a hitch of anticipation rippling through his mellow voice.

Dibu’s gaze drops down to follow his, and he watches, mesmerized, the way he turns the collar until the soft-looking interior lining is exposed. He blinks, brows furrowing as he tries to make sense of what he’s seeing.

The surface is not completely smooth and uniform – off-center with respect to where the golden hoop is sewn on the opposite side, there are what look like raised lines grouped together in two strange elegant, loopy symbols, slightly overlapping. He glances up, confused, and Leo smiles at him, slow and hot.

“They’re mirrored,” he says. He reaches for his hand and pulls it closer, makes him run his fingertips over the symbols.

Dibu watches his fingers trace the signs, the confusion not abating. The fact that they’re raised… He’s going to be able to feel them, he thinks. They feel soft but firm under the pads of his fingers, and the skin of his neck is delicate enough that they’ll probably leave a faint mark once the collar comes off. Heat washes through him at the idea – at the fact that this is going to leave a trace behind, something imprinted on his flesh even once they are done – and then Leo’s words and the familiar movement of his fingers over the lines come together, the significance of it crystallizing in front of his eyes, and he feels his mind go still.

They’re letters. Mirrored letters.

LM

His heart skips a beat, and he jerks his head up to look at Leo.

Leo

. Leo Messi – LM.

He lets out a strangled, breathless whimper. Understanding staggers through him in waves, and he’s distantly grateful that he’s sitting, because he’s sure he would have dropped to his knees so harshly, otherwise, he’d have hurt himself.

He’ll have Leo’s initials branded into his throat, he thinks dazedly. Leo is going to wreck him, and he’s gonna leave his name on his skin like a signature upon his work. His mind swims and he's suddenly, unbelievably aware of his pulse pounding in his neck, right where the initials are gonna rest once the collar closes around his throat. He swallows, hands clenching into fists as he breathes in shakily through parted lips. Once his gaze focuses again, Leo’s face swims into his vision, expression calm and patient, expectant.

“Yes.” The word rushes out of him before he even has time to formulate a thought, sounding breathy and helpless. “Leo, yes,” he repeats.

Yes, yes, yes,

his mind hisses, frenzied and wild. He’s rock hard, his cock throbbing, and he swallows against the knot of helpless humiliation curling around his vocal chords.

He’s breathing shallowly, mouth parted and eyes wide, and he feels the blood rush to his face as he slides his hands along the countertop until he’s grabbing the other edge, leaning forwards and feeling the edge digging into his midriff as he stretches towards him enough that Leo can reach him without having to move. He raises his chin in a jerky motion, his skin prickling, suddenly hyper-aware of how naked his throat feels as he bares it to him – a silent, pleading request.

Leo breathes out evenly, the sound transparently controlled, but doesn’t move, keeping his gaze locked into his. Dibu wants to look down, to

see

his hands and the collar dangling from them, but he cannot look away. His belly trembles with a mix of tremulous desire and anticipation as the silence stretches between them, his arms shaking with nervous want as his body leans towards him like a sunflower turning to the sun.

Finally, Leo’s free hand rises, his fingertips brushing feather soft at the edge of his collarbone before trailing up the pebbling skin of his exposed neck. Dibu’s breath wooshes out of him and he feels his arms give out a little, chasing the touch like a starved man. The chair he’s sitting in scrapes against the floor as he pushes forwards, planting his feet firmly to the floor to gain a little balance. He makes a soft, hurt sound as Leo’s touch retreats, his eyes widening in supplication.

Leo’s gaze is dark, fixed on him, a gorgeous light flush working down his throat as he swallows.

“Ask me for it,” he says, and his voice is rough and steely.

Dibu’s mouth drops open, his eyes fluttering shut as white-hot shame washes through him, turns into lust and then curls back onto itself, until he feels the prickle of tears stinging at the corner of his eyes.

“Please,” he breathes, and his whole body is burning.

Leo’s eyes narrow a fraction, and then his hand is cupped against his cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing against his lower lip, pulling it slightly down and making him part his lips with a sigh. The touch feels like a subtle threat, and it makes Dibu’s cock weep into his underwear, turning them damp and sticky against his skin.

“Ask me for it,” Leo repeats, and there’s no mistaking the sharp edge of command in his tone, even if his voice is just as calm as before.

Dibu swallows compulsively, curling his hands around the cool marble edge until his knuckles turn white. His lips burn under Leo's touch and he fights himself not to lean forwards, not to suck his thumb inside his mouth pleadingly.

“Please Leo, put me in your collar,” he whispers, almost unable to form the words against the stab of humiliated, ravenous want that’s raking its greedy fingers against the inside of his spine. His lips brush against the pad of his thumb as he speaks. “Please, I want it. I want

you

around my throat.”

His voice is trembling, his desperate need making him imagine it – a phantom sensation of sturdy, soft pressure around his neck – and his words end in a gasp.

Leo’s expression tightens, his eyes so dark they are almost black, his nostril flaring as his jaw flexes. He looks fiercely pleased. His hand drops from his face and Dibu inhales sharply as he hears the clinking noise of metal against metal ring in the thick air between them.

A strangled noise escapes him when Leo’s hands rise, the collar held between them, and then it’s pressed against the front of his throat and his mouth falls open in a gasp, eyes fluttering shut. Leo stands up and gets closer until his chest fills the entirety of Dibu’s vision, and he doesn’t speak as he wraps the collar around his neck. Dibu breathes in deeply, the scent of him filling his head as he rests his forehead against his collarbone as the muscles in his neck go lax and loose.

A shudder wracks through him as the soft material presses closer against his skin – and he was right, he can feel them,

he can feel them

, Leo’s initials rubbing against his jugular. Goosebumps break out all over his body as Leo’s fingers brush against the thin hair at the base of his skull while he works the tail through the buckle, movements steady and methodical.

Once he’s done, he

pulls

.

The collar goes taut around Dibu's neck– immediate, overwhelming pressure that has him gasping for air, his vision almost going dark as a wave of lust slams into him. His elbows buckle under him and his feet slide against the floor, but he catches himself and barely manages to keep his unstable, stretched out position, arms trembling. He hears the clink of metal against metal as the buckle snaps into place, barely audible through the rush of blood filling his ears, and the echo-y sounds of his shallow breathing filling his head.

For a long, interminable second, he cannot breathe.

The collar is tight, a band of unyielding pressure that cuts off his air and makes blood rush to his head, and time stretches out like taffy inside of Dibu’s head, his mind going still and silent as the feeling rocks through him like the blast of a bomb, leveling his thoughts.

The pressure eases almost immediately, and it takes his reeling mind a second to grasp what happened once his brain starts working again as he gasps in a deep, trembling breath. Leo must have slipped a couple of fingers between the back of his neck and the collar as he tightened it, and he’s taken them away now, leaving the taut band of leather feeling snug and sturdy still, but comfortable. Dibu’s dazed mind mourns the loss of the utterly overwhelming pressure for a brief moment, but then the

feeling

hits him.

Peace. A wave of safety washes through him and he swallows, feeling the collar press against his Adam’s apple. It feels like a hug and like a slap to the face, like the sweetest caress and the most cutting of insults.

This time, his arms really give out, and he finds himself falling forwards, going boneless at the surge of humiliated arousal shuddering through him.

He doesn’t fall far. Leo steps closer, wrapping an arm around his ribs and letting him crash into his chest, the breath knocked out from him once again as he slumps forwards and the edge of the counter digs into his stomach. His arms manage to wrap loosely around Leo’s waist, but the rest of his body is limp as he buries his face in the crook of his neck and exhales shakily.

“Beautiful, perfect Emi,” Leo murmurs against the top of his head, pressing a kiss to his hair. He runs a light hand up his back, and Dibu lets out a trembling sigh as his fingers come to rest once again against the buckle. His vision is swimming, and he breathes in deeply for long moments, Leo’s scent and his fingers petting his hair grounding him until he’s regained control of his body.

Once he’s back to himself, he plants his hands on the marble counter and pushes himself up once again. His face is blazing, hot shame filling his cheeks at the way he’d reacted, and he revels in it as he raises his gaze and sees the way Leo is looking at him.

There’s hunger scrawled all over his face, adoration in the slant of his eyes. His hands come up to cup under his jaw, and he draws him in a deep kiss – mouth ravenous, implacable, as his tongue plunges inside of him. Dibu closes his eyes and lets him have whatever he wants, surrendering to the burning press of his lips with an eager, breathless whimper.

His mouth feels swollen once he pulls away, and he shivers as his eyes flutter open. Leo looks even hungrier, somehow.

“Come here,” he rasps, and then he walks around the kitchen island to help him stand upright – hand pressing up against his belly right under the curve of his ribs, warm and steady. Once they are face to face, he steps closer until their chests are almost touching. His gaze is roving over him, and his expression is back to being inscrutable. His eyes, though, cannot hide what he’s feeling.

“You like it then,” he breathes, less question and more declaration, and Dibu’s lips tremble as he nods. He doesn’t quite have the words to express

how much

he likes it.

Leo’s fingers reach for the hem of his shirt. “Undress,” he says as he tugs at it, and then he takes a step back.

Dibu is quick to obey, fingers scrabbling against the fabric, his cock jerking when the shirt catches slightly on the buckle as he pulls it off and makes the collar shift. He lets the shirt fall from his trembling hands and he reaches for the zipper of his jeans, but Leo stops him.

“Wait, I changed my mind," he murmurs. "Like this," he says, grabbing his wrist and squeezing as he tugs his hand away from his trousers and pulls him away from the counter.

Dibu lets himself be drawn forwards, his body moving almost without his say-so, skin prickling as he feels Leo’s gaze on him. He’s ready to follow him upstairs, so he finds himself stumbling once Leo comes to a stop just a couple of steps later. He makes a soft, curious noise as he watches him drag a chair out from under the table and position it in the open space between the kitchen and the living room, and Leo turns to him, smiling.

His hand trails down Dibu’s arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and then he grabs him by the hips and makes him turn until his back is to the wide windows of the living area. Dibu jolts, a hiss escaping from behind clenched teeth when Leo’s fingers come down to stroke over the bulge in his jeans, light and playful – a barely-there sensation.

He breathes out, unsteady, when his grip turns firm, grabbing his cock through the fabric of his jeans and squeezing. Pleasure rushes through him, and his mouth falls open as his hips give an abortive little thrust before he gets himself under control. He can feel the heat of Leo’s palm even through the thick fabric, and his cock throbs as he lets out a strangled noise.

He looks at Leo with wide eyes, not knowing what to do with his hands – with himself – ready to follow his every command.

“Gorgeous,” Leo says, voice slick and rough in equal parts, and he lets go of his cock to brush his fingers up his belly, nails scratching up his breastbone until his hand is curled at the base of his throat, palm covering half the height of the collar and thumb sliding along the leather.

Dibu’s eyes go heavy lidded and he sways forwards into his touch, pressing his bound throat into his grip. His hands move without his control, crossing behind his back until he’s gripping his wrist tightly. He wants Leo’s fingers to

squeeze

, wants to feel him press the collar against his skin until the raised initials sink into his flesh and leave their mark, wants him to make him stop breathing again.

“Please,” he gasps. “Please, Leo–”

Leo’s hand twitches and then lets go instead, sliding down until it’s pressing firmly against his breastbone to keep him upright as he sways.

“Steady there,” he murmurs, looking up at him intently. His gaze is penetrating, flitting over his flushed features and gasping mouth but not giving anything away. It makes Dibu feel small, but in a nervous, pleasant way that has his hands clenching into trembling fists behind his back as he lets out a disappointed sound.

Leo’s lips twist into a teasing smile, and then he’s pushing against his chest, making him stumble backwards until he feels the chair hit the back of his legs. He sits down, keeping his hands behind his back because – despite Dibu having been the one to put them there – Leo hasn’t told him he can let go. His thoughts are hazy already, the collar sinking his mind in that slow, easy place where nothing else matters except Leo’s voice and his touch and his orders.

Leo’s push against his chest doesn’t relent until Dibu is awkwardly bending backwards, pressing his spine to the back of the chair even if it has to curve around the hindrance of his crossed arms at the small of his back. He lets out a shaking breath, his nipples pebbling under Leo’s gaze, skin shivering as the surging feeling of being exposed spreads through him.

Leo moves then, tilting his head upwards with a nudge under his chin as he walks closer until his legs are on either side of Dibu’s, his body flush to his – and oh, fuck, Dibu can feel how hard he is, his clothed cock pressing against his naked chest. He swallows, looking up at him.

“You’re so obedient for me,” Leo murmurs, splaying his hands over his shoulders, thumbs coming together at the hollow of his collarbones and playing with the edge of the collar. “I think I’ll have you show me how obedient you can be.”

Dibu nods frantically. “Yes, Leo, let me show you, please,” he whispers.

“You’ll be good for me?”

“I’ll be good, I promise, I promise,” he gasps, and then he almost betrays his words right away as Leo smirks at him and lowers himself into his lap, straddling him as he grinds his ass down on his aching cock. Dibu yelps, his whole body going tense as he fights the urge to buck up, face flushing at the laugh Leo lets out, amused and a tad cruel.

“Good boy,” he coos mockingly once Dibu has regained control, mouth curled in a mean smile. He braces his forearms on Dibu’s shoulders, crossing his wrists behind his head, and then he twists his hips, thighs flexing against Dibu’s sides, and rocks himself on Dibu’s cock, making him grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes shut.

Leo leans forwards, nudging at his chin with his nose and brushing a kiss against the corner of his mouth, still moving languidly in his lap – his ass firm and soft at the same time, and Dibu swallows dryly at the flash of memory of what he had felt like that morning, moving something like this against him as Dibu fucked him. His nails dig into the flesh of his wrists hard enough to draw blood as he fights to keep still.

“How about this,” Leo says against his mouth, lips brushing his with every word, with every swaying motion of his body. “If you can do as I say, I’ll reward you. You can ask me for anything you want and I’ll give it to you.”

Dibu breathes out sharply, opening his eyes and staring up at him dazedly. Their chests are pressed together, the soft material of Leo’s shirt dragging against his sensitive skin as his thighs tense around his waist, his hips twisting in a sensual rolling motion. Dibu nods, robbed of words by Leo’s promise – by the way he’s grinding on his cock – eager to find out what Leo wants.

“Good. Uncross your arms, grab the back legs of the chair,” Leo says, slowly coming to a stop.

Dibu obeys immediately, arms falling to his sides and then twisting a little behind him as he wraps his fingers around the wooden legs, right under the rungs. The motion makes him open his shoulders, his chest pushed forwards against Leo, and he shivers as his nipples drag against his shirt.

Leo lets out a pleased hum, and then he backs away a bit, leaving him moaning in dismay when his weight shifts back from his cock as he settles over his thighs, relaxing the grip of his legs and resting his feet on the floor, planted wide.

“You look spectacular,” he whispers, voice rough and full of arousal as his gaze drags from his collared throat down his exposed chest and comes to rest on his straining cock. He glances up again, mouth curled in a small grin. “I’m going to jerk you off. You’re not gonna come until I say you can. Understood?”

Dibu shivers, nodding so rapidly he feels the edge of the collar dig under his chin.

Leo’s fingers rest on the waistband of his jeans for a second, teasing, and Dibu squeezes the chair legs tighter to stop himself from lifting his hips a bit to make his job easier. If Leo wants him to move, he’ll tell him so, he reminds himself

The sound of the zipper being lowered is surprisingly loud, and Leo’s fingers make quick work of the button, popping it open with his thumb. Dibu shudders at the feeling of his knuckles brushing against his throbbing erection. He waits for the order to raise his hips, waits for Leo to stand up to help him take his trousers off, but that order never comes.

Instead, Leo’s hand splays wide at the base of his belly – palm pressed to the top of his pelvis, fingers and thumb pressing gently in the hollows under his hip bones – and then slips into his underwear.

His fingers curl around his cock, warm and sure, and Dibu breath hitches at the pressure, at the way the head of his cock drags against the fabric of his boxers, at the way it feels – the fabric hindering Leo’s movements a little, keeping his hand trapped around him.

Leo just holds him like that for a moment, gaze fixed into his, and Dibu looks at him and swallows heavily, his knuckles turning white around the wooden chair legs as he fights not to thrust up into his fist.

Leo smirks and then he takes his cock out, drawing the elastic away with his thumb and making it snap back under his balls once he has pulled them out as well.

Dibu jolts at the sharp sting against such delicate skin, a harsh little sound of pain mixed with shock dragged out of his lungs. His cock jerks in Leo’s grip, spreading precome against his fingers. Leo lets go of him to run his knuckles on the underside of Dibu’s length, along the big vein there, and then he drags his pointer and middle fingers over the weeping head. He raises his hand and holds it in front of Dibu’s face, long enough to let him see the shiny gleam clinging to his fingers, and then he swipes them across his mouth – leaving a wet trail from his chin to his cheekbone.

Dibu’s face burns, the shame coiling in the pit of his belly exacerbated by the feeling of his precome cooling against his skin, and he bites his lip, tasting himself.

Leo sucks his fingers into his mouth, eyes going half-lidded in satisfaction at the taste, and at the yearning sound Dibu lets out.

“I thought I might have to go grab some lube, but I see it’s not needed. I love how wet you get,” he murmurs when he pulls them out, and something in the way he says it makes Dibu squirm, pleased pride and deep embarrassment mixing in his chest.

Leo smiles, and then he licks the palm of his hand and brings it down again, wrapping it around Dibu’s cock. “Mh. Look at that, you make such a pretty picture like this,” he says, voice low and fierce as he takes in all of him – collar around his throat, chest pushed out, his jeans barely open with his cock hanging out, red and twitching in his grasp. “All debauched, and I haven't even started with you.”

Dibu inhales sharply, the words sounding like half-promise, half-threat, and his head lolls back slightly, baring his throat to him. “I’m for–for you. To do w-whatever you want,” he gasps.

“Yes, you are,” Leo says, voice certain and greedy. He accepts it as if it was his due, as if it was the clearest, simplest truth of the universe.

And it is.

Dibu’s mind swims and he lets his head fall back all the way as Leo’s hand starts moving. He moans, eyes squeezing shut at the delicious friction along his length – Leo’s hand not quite slick enough, the skin of his palm dragging a little harshly against his throbbing cock – at least until the way he’s leaking smooths the way. His strokes gain speed, moving easily now, and Dibu’s belly trembles as a spike of pleasure pierces him, and then another, and another.

Leo’s other hand curls around his balls, tugging at them, and Dibu feels the almost sharp edge of the zipper drag against the sensitive skin at the top of his thigh at the movement. Leo’s grip tightens – around his cock and his balls – and Dibu has to force himself not to buck up into his hand, a ragged sound pulled out of his lungs.

Leo’s hands are hot, the calluses on his palm dragging deliciously against his shaft and his thumb rubbing along the vein on the underside to come to swipe over the head of his cock on every upstroke, and Dibu loses himself in it, belly clenching every time a twist of his wrist as he goes down makes him see stars.

Pretty soon, the feeling of pleasure starts to coil itself tighter and tighter in his pelvis, sparking at the base of his spine and shooting up his back to make him gasp, stars dancing on the back of his eyelids from how tightly he’s squeezing his eyes shut.

“Pretty, pretty, look at you,” Leo says, his voice sounding sharp and eager, his breathing coming out quicker. His hand leaves the almost painful grip around his balls and then Dibu feels a touch against his throat, but it’s not… It’s different – pressure but not warmth – and Dibu realizes Leo’s fingers are on his collar, pressing over his jugular where his initials are hidden. “Pretty face, pretty cock… And all mine,” he growls, voice dark and deep.

Dibu jolts back to himself, a hissed

yes, yes

, pulled out of his mouth without his input, and his cock pulses in Leo’s grip, spurting precome over his fingers and making everything slicker and hotter. He blinks his eyes open when Leo’s hand comes to rest fully against the collar, a pleading whine bubbling out of his throat, and Leo smirks at him.

“Want me to choke you, sweetheart?” he asks, and his voice is rough and smooth at the same time, like velvet being dragged over Dibu’s raw nerves.

Dibu nods, his tongue feeling useless in his mouth as a wave of embarrassed arousal shivers through him.

“Do you want to pant under my hands, pretty slut?” Leo murmurs and then, before Dibu has time to recover from the way the words make the blood sing through his veins, Leo’s leaning forwards, hand sliding behind his neck and fingers closing tight around his nape as he pulls him closer and traces the curve of his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.

Dibu groans low in his throat, and he chases Leo’s lips, aching for a kiss, for the feeling of his tongue sliding against his. Before he manages to reach him, though, Leo’s fingers hook into the back of the collar, pulling it tight as he yanks his head back, holding him bent backwards until the pressure against his windpipe cuts his breathing off. His other hand squeezes as he closes his fingers tight under the head of his cock and makes a sinuous, twisting motion – once, twice, thumb rubbing at the sensitive curve under his glands – and then it pulls away completely just seconds before it would have made Dibu tumble over the edge.

Dibu’s mouth falls open in a mute cry, the sound strangled quiet by the sturdy strap around his throat. His vision flashes white, his body arching violently under Leo as exquisite pleasure and jagged degradation threaten to send him over the edge – the feeling of being pushed and pulled, a collar at his throat, the invisible leash in Leo’s hand, and he’s his,

Dibu is his

, Leo owns him and can decide when he gets kissed and when he won’t, when he comes and

if

he comes, and if he

breathes

.

The pressure against his throat vanishes, but it takes a couple of seconds before he actually remembers to breathe, trembling as he hangs on the edge of the precipice, desperately,

desperately

trying to obey Leo's order.

The fact that Leo isn’t touching him anymore should help – their only point of contact is the way he’s sitting on his knees, thighs spread wide around him, caging him against the chair – but Dibu is so close that a single twitch of his body could set him off.

He shakes, every muscle taut as a bowstring, his chest aching as his breathing turns quick and shallow, and his head is still hanging over the backrest of the chair, where Leo has put it – face upturned and neck extended, blood pounding in his pulsing cock as the edge of his orgasm slowly, slowly, recedes.

He lets out a dry sob once the danger has passed, collapsing back against the chair as his whole body goes limp. His hands don’t move from where Leo has told him to put them, white knuckles the only part of him that’s still obeying his thoughts.

His cock throbs almost painfully, his balls drawn up tight, and he trembles, blinking back the tears veiling his vision.

“That was perfect, love,” Leo whispers, and his hands are back on his face, pulling it down as he presses his lips to his, tilting his head to the side to kiss him deep and filthy. Dibu tries to reciprocate, pushing up into his mouth, twisting his tongue around his, a grateful moan swallowed up by Leo’s hungry kiss.

Maybe it’s not so bad if I don't get to come,

he thinks deliriously,

as long as I get to kiss him like this.

Leo’s hand comes to rest against his collar, and Dibu’s cock pulses when his fingers tighten a little. “Good slut,” he bites into his mouth, teeth closing around the tip of his tongue in a stinging nip. He pulls away, and his eyes are wide and dark, his face flushed red. Dibu abruptly realizes that the hand on his face is slick, smearing precome against his cheek, and he shudders.

“You are such a good slut,” Leo murmurs, hooking his thumb over his lower teeth and making him open his mouth. Dibu licks at it, eyelids fluttering as he tastes warm skin and precome and leather. “You deserve a reward.”

“Please,” Dibu gasps, a little sad when Leo’s thumb slips out of his mouth as he speaks.

Leo’s eyes crinkle. “A little more coherency would be appreciated.”

Dibu feels his face heat up. “What you did–what–” He swallows. He doesn't quite know what to ask for, mind full of ideas, each one pulling at the edge of his mind and making it more difficult to speak. His whole body shudders as his mind reminds him of what just happened, of how it made him feel, to know his pleasure was out of his hands. “Don’t let me–c-come. Or, or–” he stutters and his lips tremble as he sees the way Leo’s eyes narrow, a cruel, devious glint in them making his heart jackhammer against his ribs. “Choke me.”

Leo lets out a sharp sigh, and his hand fists into his hair and yanks his head back. He kisses the shivering skin of his neck, right above the collar, and then he presses his lips to it and Dibu swears he can feel them burning on him even through the thick leather. He stares helplessly up at the ceiling, his chest hitching and full of want.

“You really don’t know what you’re asking for, darling.” Leo’s voice is liquid, falling into a softly menacing tone that has all the hair on Dibu’s body standing on end as it slides sugary sweet against his skin. “I can take hours. I can take you apart with pure pleasure. You’ll be crying and begging me, and I still won’t let you come.” He raises his head from under Dibu’s chin, and his stomach clenches as a spike of fear and lust stabs through him at the look in his eyes. “It’ll feel like torture. There’s gonna come a time when every spark of pleasure is gonna feel like fire.” He grins at him, teeth bared, eyes wide and wild.

Dibu lets out a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making, his hands tightening so hard that the wood creaks under the strength of his grip, and Leo’s eyes darken at the sound, his mouth parting in a pleased sigh at his expression.

“Of course that’s not gonna dissuade you,” he murmurs.

Dibu’s whole body is burning, want clawing at his throat, Leo’s words repeating on loop in his mind. “Please,” is all he can say, voice strangled and nearly silent.

Leo purses his mouth, brows furrowing in mock contemplation. “Mh,” he hums teasingly. “I don't know if you can take it, pretty boy. That looked like it took a lot out of you.”

Dibu flushes bright red at the appellative, and he feels a surge of desperation loosen his tongue. “Please, please, I can! I want to take everything you can give me, I want to take it all–” His voice is ragged, and he leans forwards pleadingly, his hands clenching around the chair legs. “I can show you, I can!”

“Hey, shh shh,” Leo says, suddenly close and warm, his hands framing his face and pressing their foreheads together. “I know you can. I was just teasing.” He presses a sweet kiss to his mouth, nuzzling their faces together, and Dibu relaxes, a burst of adoring gratefulness pooling in his belly. “But I'm gonna make you come now.”

Dibu’s eyes widen, and he jerks back a little, his mouth opening to let out a startled sound of denial, but before he can, Leo’s hand fists in his hair and pulls harshly, pressing his forehead back against his. His eyes are still soft and lovely as Dibu whimpers, tearing up at the sharp, beautiful stab of pain.

“I decide, Emi. You know the rules.”

Dibu nods, breathing out an apology. He doesn’t know why Leo has suddenly withdrawn his offer, and he looks at him with wide, confused eyes. Leo’s gaze softens even more, and he brushes his knuckles against his cheek.

“I’m not gonna set you up to fail, ever,” he murmurs, and then his lips quirk up in a lopsided smile. “Unless you ask it of me.”

Dibu’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to work that out, trying to figure out on what occasion he would ask for that. It hits him after a second. He imagines Leo telling him not to come and then doing everything in his considerable power to make him disobey. He imagines himself – sobbing and pleading, shame washing through him… asking Leo to punish him for it. His eyes widen as the breath rushes out of him, and he cannot contain a wrecked sound of want.

Leo smiles at him. “But that’s not what you asked for, is it? I’m not gonna set you up to fail, so I’m gonna make you come now. And then, I’ll take you apart, just as you asked. I want to take my time, you'll look so beautiful, crying for me. I want to wreck you.”

Dibu shakes, fingers clenched so tight his bones ache. “Yes, fuck– please yes,” he pants. He’s so hard his cock hurts, but beneath the foggy blanket of arousal, a sliver of guilt niggles at him. “I’m sorry–” His breath hitches, and his mouth curls down as a pang of regret travels through him. Leo’s brows furrow. “I’m sorry I didn’t… I shouldn’t have– doubted you,” he exhales.

Leo shakes his head as soon as he finishes speaking. “Nothing to be sorry for. You wanted to know why. I didn’t mean to make it sound as if I was going back on my words.”

Dibu leans in and kisses him. “Sorry, sorry,” he mumbles against his lips.

Leo’s hand cards through his hair. “Would it make you feel better if I said you’re forgiven?”

Dibu smiles, nodding.

“Good then, you are. And…” he trails off, searching his expression. “Next time, if you’re not sure, ask. No need to go all belligerent on me, no matter how hot that is,” he grins.

Dibu lets out a snort, dropping his head to Leo’s shoulder and smiling against his skin. He shivers as Leo’s fingers trail down the back of his neck and come to rest on the collar, the motion both possessive and soothing.

“Do you want to keep going?” Leo murmurs against his hair, and Dibu nods rapidly, raising his head. Leo smiles. “Perfect. Back against the chair then, love.”

Dibu obeys instantly, a shudder of anticipation running down his spine. He looks up at him adoringly. He’s so beautiful, and so, so kind. Dibu will get to come and then he’ll cry and beg for more, Leo will give him everything he wants, and his chest feels full to bursting with devotion and love. “Thank you. I love you.”

Leo smiles at him, bright as the sun and twice as warm. “I love you too. You are the best thing that ever happened to me,” he whispers, touching his fingertips to his heart.

Dibu’s eyes widen, incredulous and deliriously happy, the emotions hitting him hard as his mind is soft and hazy, vulnerable, his chest cracked open, pried wide open by Leo’s actions and his words and his collar around his throat.

He bites his lips as the feeling surges, and he has to blink back tears, not wanting to end up like the night before. He swallows against the knot in his throat, trying to breathe evenly through his nose, and Leo mercifully lets him compose himself, his hand still splayed wide against his heart.

Once he doesn’t feel like he’ll start crying, he gives him a trembling smile. Leo returns it, and then his features settle back into the calm, placid expression that makes Dibu’s heart quicken – quiet focus and complete control flowing through every inch of his body.

His hand closes back around his cock, and Dibu flinches, a harsh sound of want escaping him as the entirety of his thwarted pleasure slams back into him.

It should feel like starting from zero – some time has passed from when Dibu had been teetering on the edge – but it doesn’t. Dibu grits his teeth, a flash of anticipation washing through him as he realizes that he's getting a preview of what is gonna happen later. Leo strokes him slowly, almost teasingly, and then his speed increases until Dibu is back to seeing stars, gasping for air and twitching under him. It doesn’t take him long before he has him begging under his breath, body tense and eager as his hot, slick hand works him to the edge.

Just as he’s about to come, Leo’s other hand curls around the front of his throat, squeezing just enough to make his breath catch. Dibu moans, loud and unashamed but muted, the sound struggling to crawl out of his throat. The slick noise of Leo’s hand on his wet cock fills the air, and then Leo leans towards him, fingers digging into the sides of the collar as he pulls him to himself by the hold he has on Dibu’s neck to kiss him.

The motion has the head of Dibu’s cock dragging against the rough fabric of Leo’s jeans and the sensation, coupled with the way he can feel how hard Leo is against him and his slowly depleting air supply – Leo’s grip soft but amplified by the collar, spreading the pressure evenly through it until Dibu’s vision swims – claws through him like a wildfire, and he comes.

His body jerks, hips trying to raise from the seat but kept pinned to it by Leo’s weight, back arching and hands clenching tight enough to hurt, but the pain just mixes with the pleasure and drives him even wilder.

Leo’s grip around his neck doesn’t relent as he strokes him through it, wringing his cock dry, and he keeps kissing him – licking into his slack, shuddering mouth as he struggles to breathe, biting at his lips, fingers tightening fractionally around his throat right up until he lets go.

Dibu gasps, the rush of oxygen to his starved lungs igniting his pleasure like petrol thrown over a bonfire, his nerves sizzling and alight with aching, pure satisfaction as his vision flashes white, and it feels like coming for a second time.

He feels cool trails of tears streak down his burning cheeks, and he’s wailing, his cock giving one last spasm as Leo’s fingers twist over the head and he grinds against him, the scratchy fabric of his jeans against his glands and the hot hardness under it pulling a harsh shudder from his spasming body.

Once he comes down, he feels Leo’s hands on his shoulders, rising up to his neck to hold his head up, and Dibu is dazedly thankful as the ache in his spine relents once his head is no longer dangling limply over the back of the chair. Leo’s murmuring soothing words, still cradling his face between his hands, but all Dibu can catch is the occasional

good boy,

and

beautiful

, and

love

.

He blinks when Leo pulls him closer, his fingers going limp as he finally releases his grip around the chair legs – he’s distantly proud he had managed to obey Leo even while coming so hard his brain had switched off – and then he’s being drawn into a hug.

He slumps into it and kisses Leo’s shoulder, leaning into him for long moments, relishing the warm feeling of peace and safety unfurling lazily in his chest. He stays like that for what feels like an eternity, wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist and pulling him closer – ignoring the stab of overwhelming sensitivity as his jean-clad ass drags against his spent dick.

After a while, Leo eases him away, and Dibu smiles slowly up at him, feeling how open and dazed his expression is. “Thank you,” he slurs, and Leo laughs softly.

“Thank you for letting me see that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft butterfly kiss to his mouth. “How do you feel? Feeling up for more?”

Dibu shudders, skin tingling all over, and he nods. There’s still a pit of hunger in his belly, encouraged by what Leo had said before, but what he’d

promised

him.

“Good,” Leo murmurs, voice tight and low, and Dibu suddenly remembers that he hasn’t come – that he hasn’t even been

touched

– and that’s unacceptable. He leans back against the chair, looking at him expectantly, fingers twitching with the need to return the favor.

Leo slides out of his lap and straightens, and Dibu’s gaze is pulled to his crotch. His eyes widen as he sees the milky splash of come on his dark jeans, right over the big bulge his hard dick makes under the fabric. He swallows and tears his gaze away, a tingling sensation of embarrassment prickling through him.

Leo’s mouth is curled in a smirk. “What do you say about cleaning me up, love?” He leans back against the kitchen table, hands on either side of his waist, fingers curled around the edge, and he spreads his legs a little. “We’re going upstairs for the rest, and we’re gonna have to pass in front of the windows. What would the neighbors say if they saw this?” he grins mockingly, gesturing to the mess Dibu has left on him.

Dibu flushes violently, but his mouth is watering. His addled brain idly wonders why they wouldn’t take the other staircase to the first floor, and then he spies the flash of cruel amusement in Leo’s eyes. He glances down at himself and his flush becomes an inferno of shame as he realizes that it is

by design

. He suddenly knows that such considerations will not be taken for him.

Leo is going to lead him upstairs like this – collared and half naked, his cock hanging out of his open trousers – and they’re gonna pass in front of the windows,

of course they are

. The twist of Leo’s mouth and the glint in his eyes make it absolutely clear, and the thought stabs through him with a lance of burning, violent humiliation. His breath hitches in his chest and Leo’s expression settles into one of pure satisfaction at his reaction.

Leo leans forwards, one hand still holding the edge of the table as the other reaches for him, and then his index finger hooks in the ring hanging in the front of the collar and

pulls

. Dibu loses his breath as he feels himself being jerked forwards, and he has to follow Leo’s motion – Leo’s careless, simple gesture of ownership – if he doesn’t want to fall face first to the floor.

He slides out of the chair and staggers to his knees, but Leo’s pulling motion doesn’t relent, turns stronger instead, until he has Dibu crawling towards him, led by the hold on his collar – by Leo’s invisible leash around his neck.

By the time he reaches his place – kneeling between Leo’s spread legs – his face is so hot he’s sure Leo can feel the warmth of it even through his clothes, and his cock is twitching, desperately trying to get hard again.

“Good boy,” Leo rasps, and then he yanks on the collar again until Dibu’s face is pressed to his cock, his come smearing against his mouth and his cheek rubbing harshly against Leo’s jeans. “Now, do your job.”

Dibu closes his eyes with a shudder, and then he opens his mouth, dragging his tongue against the rough fabric – turned slick and wet by his own come – and against Leo’s cock, where he can feel it twitch under his lips.

His eyes sting at the utter degradation of his actions, but he keeps going, licking at the fabric and swallowing, curling his fingers around Leo’s ankles and shuffling closer.

He looks up at him, tears pooling in his eyes as he extends his tongue and runs it along Leo’s covered length, feeling a trickle of come drip out the corner of his mouth. Leo’s eyes are so dark they look pitch black, and his mouth settles into a tight line of satisfaction as his finger slides out the golden hoop and presses to the side of the collar, over his jugular.

“All mine,” he purrs.
  
The only sounds he can hear are his sharp, shallow breaths echoing inside his empty mind, and the way his pulse pounds in his ears.

His skin is slick with sweat, the sheets clinging to him and feeling almost like sandpaper, his nerves raw and overwhelmingly sensitive. The collar rubs against his throat, and he can feel a delicious faint ache there, more pronounced over his jugular where Leo initials have surely imprinted themselves deeply by now.

He blinks sweat out of his eyes – or maybe it’s tears, he’s stopped being able to differentiate between the two a while ago. Leo’s room is out of focus, a golden and white blur as the late afternoon sunshine dances against the fluttering curtains, his whole world reduced to agonizing pleasure and desperate yearning.

His chest aches a little as he gasps for air, every muscle in his body shivering as he’s reduced to laying limply on the bed – feet planted on the mattress and legs bent at the knees where Leo has put him, his trembling fingers clenched weakly around his ankles, keeping himself spread open to his touch.

He swallows drily, mouth parched, and lets out a sigh that wanted to be a scream as a lance of almost painful pleasure rings through him, makes him see stars. He sobs, fresh tears wetting his hot cheeks.

Leo smiles down at him.

He hadn’t been lying. Dibu whimpers softly, his eyes fighting to stay open as he trembles under him, desperate and out of control, and he wonders dazedly if maybe he should have paid a little more mind to his words, to the glint in his eyes as he promised him pleasure that felt like fire. If he should have been a little less eager, read in the curve of Leo's lips the hell he was agreeing to.

He shudders.

He's strung tight like a violin string just on the verge of breaking. He’s lost count of how many times Leo has brought him to the edge before pulling away and leaving him gasping – wide-eyed and desperate and

achingly

close. It never feels less overwhelming, or less heart-wrenchingly disappointing, every time the crest of his pleasure ebbs away from him; it feels just like the first time Leo had done it, and every time he's left clawing desperately at his orgasm before it slips from his grasp and he falls back to the bed with a choked sob, limp and quivering again.

He forgets himself for a second and squeezes his eyes shut, a garbled sound dragging itself out of his parched mouth and his back arching off the bed when Leo's slick, warm fingers dance teasingly over the head of his cock. Leo pulls his hands away from him, and Dibu shivers dejectedly as he feels his fingers slip out of his body as punishment for disobeying him.

He opens his eyes immediately, a breathless apology on his lips, but Leo just looks at him calmly, eyes dark and patient and face relaxed, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as his slick hands come to rest on Dibu’s hips. Dibu feels his heart quicken in his chest at that look, feeling small and helpless – like he’s at the mercy of a cruel, fickle God hell bent on breaking him with pure pleasure. His cock pulses at the thought, a sharp flash-sensation that tears a gasp out of him, and his disobedient gaze falls from Leo’s own to look down at himself.

His belly is slick with sweat, precome pooling in his belly button and clinging to his skin in gleaming trails that make him burn with humiliation.

I love how wet you get

, Leo had said, and it seems he’d made it his mission to make him practically cover himself in his own mess, he can feel it trail down the side of his waist to drip to the mattress. His cock feels hot – everything between his legs feels hot and slick and aching – flushed an angry red, weeping profusely and adding to the shining pool of precome over his trembling abs. It jerks a little as Dibu watches himself – a small tremor that runs through his length from base to tip, a faint movement that feels enormous and overwhelming to his oversensitized flesh – and he croaks out a moan, tearing his gaze away to look back up at Leo.

Leo’s pupils are blown wide, and his cock is heavy and hard between his legs, his knees pressing against the back of Dibu’s thighs as his hands run down his legs to come to rest over his ankles as well. He looks so good, kneeling between his open legs, and Dibu can feel the warmth of him radiating against his skin even where they are not touching. He tilts his head to the side, waiting until Dibu is once more still and watching him, before he starts touching him again.

It's been going on for ages now, Dibu is not sure, time had lost all meaning for him a while ago. He just knows that his entire body is hot like he's running a fever and his muscles are loose and lax from exhaustion, shivering almost imperceptibly at every one of Leo's movements.

He exhales, whimpering as Leo's fingers slip inside of him again, tears tracing cool paths down his cheeks when a hand closes around his cock and starts moving slowly once more.

He’d been more reactive at the start, muscles jumping under Leo's touch while he fought to stay still and quiet like he'd been ordered to. He hadn't been able to obey him completely, jerking and crying out every time Leo had stopped touching him just before he could come, every muscle in his body clenched tight and shaking as he was suspended over the precipice, vibrating like a plucked string until the lack of stimulation had left him limp and trembling as his orgasm slipped through his fingers like smoke.

It's the other side of the medal from how Leo usually controls his pleasure. Usually, he orders him not to come, makes him hold himself back, and Dibu is in charge of obeying him. Now it’s all out of his hands. Dibu whines, a pitiful sound that makes him flush when he hears it; he wants to come so badly he’s shaking with it.

He hadn’t been told to control himself, to

restrain

himself, so he isn't. He's letting Leo's touch drive him wild, he takes everything he’s given freely and with wild abandon, and he's left gasping and desperate and pitifully disappointed time and time again.

His skin buzzes, a flush of almost painful sensitivity rushing through his nerves every time Leo does it, until just a touch under the weeping head of his cock, a graze of a fingertip over his stretched rim leaves him shaking and panting and so close he can

taste

it.

He stares at Leo, who just smiles down at him with pride in his eyes as Dibu obeys him and doesn't speak, doesn't try to beg or plead.

When he’d positioned him, at the start, Leo’s touch had been gentle and soft, and that had not changed as he started torturing him. Today there's no pain – no burn of the stretch, no pinpricks of teeth on his skin, no scratches being carved into his flesh – only Leo's soft caresses all over his skin. His fingertips trail endlessly along the slope of his shoulders, down his arms and up his chest while Dibu shakes under him, losing his mind and gasping,

gasping

for air as his whole body protests the unfulfilled pleasure. His lips press warm and languid against his hip bone, at the top of his thigh, on the inside of his knee as Dibu yields again and again, surrendering to his wants.

He feels like he's floating, like his skin is not enough to contain the waves of pleasure coursing through him and, without actual pain – and not the ephemeral agony of thwarted, desperate want –, there's nothing to ground him, nothing to push against, to

fight with

in order to turn the pleasure into that sharp-hot-sparking fire that burns him from the inside out.

Leo’s fingers move lazily inside of him, around his cock, slick with precome and lube and so, so hot. He nudges at his hand with his knee, and the gentle motion dislodges the hold Dibu has on his own ankle, makes his heel slip against the sheet. He takes the permission for what it is and lets go of the meager thread of control he still had on himself, his limbs splaying out like he’s a marionette whose last strings had been cut. His mouth is open but no sound escapes his lips except for the almost silent gasps of his hitching breath as the motion makes him twitch, makes his hole tighten helplessly around Leo’s fingers; his entire body is covered in sweat and trembling weakly, easy and pliant, obeying Leo's orders despite his mind screaming at him that he needs to come or he's going to die.

He no longer has control of himself. Not of his hands, relaxed and open even if he wants to fist them in the sheets. Not of his legs, sprawled out wide and limp even if he wants to wrap them around Leo's waist and pull him closer. Not of his tears, trickling slowly down his cheeks and into his hair, tickling against his scalp and his ears.

He breathes, and he

feels

, and he keeps his hazy gaze fixed into Leo's eyes like he's been told to do, even when a sweet and pained feeling of vulnerability swells in his chest and he aches with the wild instinct to hide, to turn his face away.

He doesn't.

He watches Leo watch him – watches the play of emotions on his face, the possessive curl of his lips, the tender, burning look in his eyes, the complete confidence in his expression as he takes him apart with his hands. That surety that Dibu will obey, that he will let him keep doing this for as long as he wants. And Leo is right to be sure, because Dibu is a sure thing for him.

A shiver wracks Dibu's body and a knot forms in his throat as Leo slips a third finger inside of him slowly. His hole welcomes it hungrily, loose and worked open and greedy as it sucks his fingers inside without even a hint of a sting for the added stretch, and a sob catches in Dibu’s chest, his fingers twitching weakly as a simple, lovely feeling of fullness spreads out through him from between his legs.

"There," Leo says, his voice soft and warm. Despite the long stretch of silence it doesn't startle him, it feels like it's been reverberating inaudibly for long minutes even before it left Leo's lips. "There you are love, you open up so sweetly for me."

Dibu twitches his head in a nod, closing his eyes when Leo tightens his grip around his cock infinitesimally, feeling that fractional increase of pleasure like a violent wave crashing over him. He jerks, a breathless, almost silent moan pulled out of his throat, but Leo had relaxed his hold as soon as Dibu's eyes slipped shut.

Leo hums, not disapprovingly or impatiently, but Dibu opens them again immediately. He’s smiling at him, his face open and relaxed, and Dibu shudders again, feeling small and vulnerable and wanting. Despite the stillness of his body his heart is racing, the beat pounding in his chest so hard and fast that Dibu is sure Leo can hear it in the quiet of the room.

He doesn't know what expression is on his face, everything is amplified by his oversensitivity until the sensations bleed into each other – Leo's hand gliding slowly up and down his cock, his fingers warm and slick inside of him, curling gently into his prostate with every thrust until everything is blanketed in blissful pleasure.

The wave crashes down into him again, leaves him gasping and breathless, tears a drawn out whine out of his throat as it retreats once more just before it hits him. He pants, ragged and thready, his chest hitching in a desperate sob as he twitches weakly on the mattress.

Leo is merciful. He stops touching him as Dibu shakes, hands running soothingly up his spread thighs until he has calmed down a little.

Leo is merciless. He starts again, touch soft and torturous as he works him to the edge once more, hand squeezing around his spasming, aching cock, fingers twisting inside of him to caress at his prostate.

“Look,” he whispers.

Dibu obeys him mindlessly, gaze falling to watch the dance of Leo’s hands over him. Leo makes an amused noise and unwraps his hand from around him, letting his cock fall against his belly with a slick sound. He touches his fingertips to the base – barely any pressure – and runs them up his length slowly. He does it again, a slick slide from base to tip on the underside of his cock, and then he taps the pads of his fingers against the shaft playfully.

Dibu gasps. He cannot believe that such small, light touches feel so enormous to him, thrum through him like the echo of an avalanche. He watches dazedly as a bead of precome wells up into his slit as Leo keeps his whisper-soft caress going – up and down, up and down, torturously slowly – and he can see his cock pulse, small shuddering spasms traveling up his length, in rhythm with the way Leo’s fingertips dance on his skin.

He makes a low, raspy sound of desperation, and Leo laughs again, bright and mocking. His cock quivers under his slick fingertips, jerks and flinches with every playful teasing movement, begging for a firmer touch – f

or anything, god, anything please

– but Leo doesn’t oblige, keeping up the soft and delicate torture. The lack of solid stimulation doesn’t stop Dibu from feeling his orgasm approaching again, though, and a couple of seconds later he is crying out again, body writhing pitifully against the sheets as Leo draws back.

He heaves out a defeated sob, an open mouthed sound of desolation as he feels the wave retreat once more. He doesn't know if he can bear it. He doesn't know if he'll survive being left hanging one more time, he can feel his entire body throbbing with want.

"Please!"

He startles, taken by surprise by the sound of his own voice, hoarse and trembling, the word almost a hiccup. His stomach swoops, and he feels disappointed in himself for breaking, scared that Leo will punish him for his disobedience by taking the pleasure away.

Leo just hums, his gaze dark and considering as he looks down at him and wraps his hand back around his cock. "You want to come, darling?"

Dibu hesitates, because there's something in Leo's voice that sounds almost darkly amused. There's a promise there, curled in dips of his tone, that saying yes will not bring about what Dibu is so desperately searching for. Unfortunately, he is so on edge that he disregards the niggling feeling, and he nods frantically.

"Are you sure, Emi? Really sure that you want this?"

Leo's fingers press inside of him and a firmer touch against his overstimulated prostate tears a shout out of his mouth, making Dibu's vision flash white as his back arches on the mattress. Leo's hand tightens around his cock as he twists his wrist, his thumb tracing under the head before playing with his slit and Dibu sobs, every muscle in his body trying to tense up but barely managing.

"Are you sure you cannot hold on a little longer? You'll pay a price for coming now."

Dibu trembles under his hands, dazed and wanting. He wants to obey him, he wants desperately

to be able to

obey him, but Leo has spent hours turning him into an incoherent, trembling mass of misfiring nerves and sparking pleasure and, for the first time ever, he wants to come more than he wants to be good for him. The knowledge makes him tear up, makes his belly twist in arousal and dismay and regret, and the threat doesn’t help, it just pushes him closer, makes him want to find out what other torture Leo has in store for him.

"Yes," he gasps, his fingers twitching as Leo keeps teasing him, his touch soft and slow once more. "N-now, please Leo, now please!"

"Ah," Leo smiles. "You just don't care then, as long as you get to come. Fine." His gaze is excited now, and Dibu feels as if he’s just signed a deal with the devil. Leo is right, though, he doesn't care, he's almost looking forward to it.

"Same rules then. No moving, no speaking, look at me."

Dibu nods frantically as Leo speeds up his movements, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from begging again.

"Look how good you are for me, Emi," Leo murmurs warmly, keeping the new rhythm easily, his hands hot and steady while he plays Dibu's body like an instrument. "Are you going to be good for me 'till the end?"

Dibu moans and nods jerkily, fighting to keep his eyes from closing as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashes over him. There's a thread of nervousness slithering along his nerves, because by now he

knows

that look in Leo's eyes, knows that it presages delicious agony.

"I know you are, you always are." Leo's voice is low and raspy, and his eyes are like pools of black want. Dibu feels that look spear through him like a javelin, his belly trembling as his breathing comes faster and faster until he's hyperventilating.

He's so close, so close,

so close

.

He begs Leo with his eyes, with every inch of his exhausted body to let him come and Leo smiles down at him tenderly, his fingers sinking softly inside of him to press firmly against his prostate, his hand speeding up on his cock and Dibu keens, trembling all over as he finally, finally feels the languid, welcoming edge of his orgasm wash over him.

He has a second to enjoy it – a long, glorious second of pure bliss, his mind whiting out as wave after wave of pleasure crash into him – and then Leo stops touching him completely.

Dibu's cry is silenced by the locking muscles in his throat as the gorgeous sensation turns sharp like the edge of a blade when all stimulation ceases abruptly.

It’s not like the other times. The pleasure doesn’t recede, he’s still

coming

, and it

feels

like it, except for how it really,

really

doesn’t. It's pleasure, but it's not. It's too much, too sharp, but it's not enough, not

nearly

enough, and fuck–fuck!

Dibu wails, his body breaking out of the lax stillness Leo's voice and his exhaustion had imposed on him and he flinches, his knuckles turning white as he claws desperately at the sheets, contorting on the mattress as the conflicting sensations shudder through him.

His legs try to curl up against his chest and his hips twitch, trying to find something to rub against, and he almost manages to turn himself on his belly to drag his cock against the mattress before Leo's hands close like manacles around his ankles and pull his legs down and away from his body, yanking him back to his spread out position on his back.

He watches, dazed and disbelieving, as come drips from the head of his cock slowly, so unlike the spurts he's used to seeing, and his brain scrambles to try to interpret what he's feeling.

It's going to be good, it's going to feel good soon

, it screams at him, anticipation scraping up his spine like a knife, the almost pleasure cresting and cresting and cresting and…

And then it's over, and

it wasn't.

Dibu goes limp with a shocked, wounded whimper, his body buzzing like a live wire as he raises his eyes to look at Leo uncomprehendingly.

Leo is biting his lower lip almost bloody, his hands like manacles around his ankles and his expression wild and dark as he watches him. Dibu trembles under him, his chest heaving as he tries to understand what happened, an empty feeling of dismay in his belly.

He feels cheated. He feels robbed. A desolate half-sob leaves his lips.

Leo closes his eyes tightly and breathes out of his nose at the sound, at the look on Dibu's face, his cheeks flushed red; when he opens them again Dibu shivers at the ravenous look inside of them.

With an almost horrified, incredulous shudder, Dibu realizes that he's still hard. He looks down at his cock again with disbelieving eyes – red and dripping with come and still spasming weakly – and it hits him that it's not over, he’s not going to go soft anytime soon. He's still turned on and desperate to come even if, technically, he just has.

"The look on your face," Leo rasps, his hands sliding up Dibu's legs and pushing them apart, until he's pressing Dibu's thighs open and pinning them to the mattress.

Dibu tries to push his hips upward in an instinctual pleading movement, but Leo lowers his head and bites him harshly right in the crease between his thigh and his body. Dibu cries out, that perfect first jolt of pain blanking out his mind for a second as his legs twitch.

"I'm not done, we're not done Emi, my order still stands," Leo growls at him, tracing the bite mark with his tongue, and Dibu immediately stills.

He watches wide-eyed as Leo smirks at him and then lowers his head again, over his cock this time, his pink tongue darting out of his mouth to lick up the come dripping down his shaft while he keeps staring at him straight in the eyes.

His mouth is hot and soft and exquisitely torturous, and the second it closes around the head of his cock, tongue lapping at the slit teasingly, Dibu

knows

he's going to die. He whines and twitches under Leo's hands, unable to stop himself as painful pleasure shivers up his spine, his cock so sensitive and tender that Leo's tongue feels like barbed wire wreathed in fire. Leo's nails dig warningly into the flesh of his inner thighs as he sucks the head inside his mouth and Dibu tries, he really tries but he manages to wrestle some control back only when he finally pulls away.

Leo moves up until he's hovering over him, his eyes intent and amused as he watches him try to compose himself a little, and then grips his chin and tilts his head up before parting his lips and letting the come he’d collected drip down his tongue and into Dibu's open, panting mouth.

Dibu moans, swallowing instinctively and then flushing violently as he realizes what just happened. The salty tang of come is sharp on his tongue, sliding down his parched throat and soothing the dry feeling, and his eyes sting with embarrassment at the

gratitude

that pools inside of him. He’s grateful Leo has given him something to wet his throat, even if that something had been his own come being dripped derisively into his mouth. He exhales shakily, face burning as he licks his lips.

Leo’s eyes follow the motion, his fingers digging into his jaw briefly before he looks back into his eyes. "Did you have fun darling?" he asks him, voice gently mocking.

"I– L-leo, I–wha–" Dibu tries, words crashing into each other in a jumbled mess.

He’s unable to answer that question, his mind still full of desperation and want and bitter disappointment. His eyes well up again as he looks up at him, his cock jerking as he realizes all over again how little control he has, how masterfully Leo has played with his body and his mind, scraping him raw and open and exposed with just his voice and gentle, loving touches. How he had Dibu agree to and

ask for

his own undoing.

His heart is still threatening to beat out of his chest and his breathing is short and erratic and he

wants more

.

He nods, because he had, and then he shakes his head jerkily because

fuck, that had been awful

, and then he hesitates as the memory makes him tremble with lust, that utterly powerless feeling sweeping through him again.

Leo's smirk softens and he leans down to kiss him. Dibu reaches up for him and takes the opportunity to lick the last trace of his come off Leo's lips, feeling him smile as he lowers his body over his.

Leo pulls away a little and caresses his cheek with his knuckles. His eyes soften for a moment, and he presses an achingly sweet kiss to his mouth. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “I was right, you looked…” He trails off, palm coming to rest against his cheek and thumb tracing a line under his eye, catching a tear on his fingertip and then bringing it down to smear it against Dibu’s lips. His eyes are wide and tender, and he swallows heavily before his expression smooths out once more.

"I have more things planned for you," he says, and Dibu shivers in anticipation. "Do you feel up for it? I want to see how far I can push you, wring out every drop of pleasure I can for your body until you're a wrecked mess."

Dibu swallows heavily, his cock jerking against Leo's flat stomach and sending a spark of pleasure up his spine. He feels wrecked already, his mind full of cotton and his body trembling from exhaustion, but Leo's words make him

want.

"Yes," he breathes.

"Good. Remember your colors.” At Dibu’s eager nod, he kisses him again hungrily, teeth nipping at his lower lip until it's swollen. “Hands above your head," he says between kisses, and Dibu obeys, reaching up until his trembling fingers close around the headboard, and Leo hums approvingly into his mouth.

Dibu lets himself be kissed breathless, head swimming as Leo shifts on top of him, his skin brushing and pressing against his, his hands tugging at his hair to move his head where he wants it.

"Stay there for a moment," Leo murmurs against his lips before he leans back and gets out of the bed, huffing out an amused sound at the involuntary whine Dibu lets out at being deprived of contact.

Dibu tries to pull himself out of the daze he's fallen into, his drooping eyes following Leo's naked form as he walks towards the wardrobe on the opposite side of the room, his heart jumping in his chest when he sees him take out a thin, long rope.

Leo smiles as he turns back, and Dibu cannot help but look at him, taking in the graceful curve of his hip, the flexing muscles in his thick thighs, the way his cock hangs between his legs as he walks, big and heavy and perfect. God, Dibu wants it inside of him, and his mouth waters, his hole clenching around nothing with aching greed. He feels lube dripping out of him, the sensation almost overwhelming against his swollen, sensitive rim, and his breath hitches. Leo’s gaze is hot and heavy on him as he clambers back on the bed and sits on his heels between his spread legs.

"What do you think?" He says, uncoiling the rope and letting it slide between his hands, back and forth, back and forth, watching avidly as Dibu's eyes follow his movements.

Dibu feels his gut clench as he remembers the last time Leo had tied him up with a rope, and his fingers tighten around the headboard. He nods.

Leo lets the rope drop on Dibu's stomach, eyes crinkling as Dibu's muscles jump under the unexpected sensation. He takes one end between his fingers and pulls on it slowly, making him feel the soft drag of it as it uncoils from the pile it had settled into and slithers silkily over Dibu's skin, the sensation raising goosebumps all over his body.

"I like it when you ask me for things," Leo murmurs while he teases him, trailing his fingers beside the rope, pressing it against his slick skin, "I love watching you blush when you do. Ask Emi, tell me what you want."

Dibu predictably flushes, his mouth dry. "I want you to tie me up," he whispers, and Leo shakes his head, still smiling, and then he drags the rope down over his cock and wraps it around it, again and again until it's coiled loosely along his length. Dibu jolts.

"I know you can do better than that," he scolds him, flicking the head of his cock and making him hiss.

"Please," he says, looking Leo in the eyes, "Please tie me up, I–" he swallows. "I want to be bound, I want to be at your mercy."

Leo tugs gently at the rope, and Dibu whines, his hips jerking as if to fuck up into the soft and slippery sensation as the rope slithers lazily around his cock before he remembers himself.

"Ah… please," he half-sobs, his toes curling as he tries to stay still, as he restrains himself from chasing that barely-there friction. "Leo, please, please, tie me up and do whatever you want to me–god!"

He throws his head back and bares his neck as Leo does it again, tightening the loop under the head of his cock and tugging gently. The collar digs into his nape, sending another earth-shattering spike of want through him and making him keen.

Fuck, he loves being teased like this. Despite the embarrassment burning brightly in his belly at the words pouring out of his mouth, his cock jerks against his stomach, the tangle of the rope pulling against the movement and making him shiver.

He loves it when Leo makes him beg like this – until his entire word narrows down to what he wants Leo to do to him, until it's all he can think about and he finds himself desperate, like he'll burst out of his skin if he doesn't get it. It makes it all the sweeter when he finally does, like the first taste of water after a drought, his head fuzzy and his skin tingling with satisfaction.

He opens his eyes when he hears Leo's sharp sigh, that sound that means he's trying to control himself, that watching Dibu tremble under his hands has made him want to sink his nails into his flesh to leave it marked and stinging.

Leo is looking at him hungrily, a mean smile on his lips as he pulls and pulls at the rope, until the entire length of it has dragged around and past his cock, leaving Dibu trembling and arching off the bed, chasing after it and panting.

"Exactly like that, good job Emi," he says, and then he gathers the rope in his hand and presses it to Dibu's mouth.

"Clean it, darling," he murmurs, and Dibu feels the silky material against his lips, damp from his precome.

His face burns as he licks at it, the salty taste exploding on his tongue once more as he sucks on it. Leo murmurs a string of praises, thumb swiping over his cheekbone as he presses the rope against his mouth with his knuckles, watching Dibu's face intently.

Once he decides that it's clean enough he pulls it from his mouth and leans forwards, coming up to straddle his chest. His hands glide up Dibu's trembling arms and he presses his thumb into his pulse point. Dibu can feel his own heartbeat in his ears.

He exhales, his head tilted backwards to follow Leo's movements, almost hypnotized by his fingers as they dance on his skin, wrapping the rope around his forearms and wrists, looping it around the headboard and then working the end through the bindings until, by the last knot, Dibu's movements are completely restricted.

As always, the feeling of being bound pushes him down further, his head floaty and light as he watches the intricate pattern of the black rope against his skin, heart jolting as he sees the flash of blue and white of his bracelet peeking through. When he's done Leo sits back between his spread legs and taps his cheek, and Dibu brings his gaze down, his eyelids drooping as his body melts into the mattress.

"Sometimes I think I could come just by looking at the expression on your face when I tie you up," Leo murmurs, his voice low. "I have, in fact. You don't know how many times I've jerked off while picturing you like this, all pliant and soft and looking at me like that."

Dibu shivers, his mind invaded by the image of Leo sprawled on the bed, hand wrapped around his own cock, head thrown back, his fingers tightening around his length as he comes. He moans, his legs closing instinctively around Leo's hips, trying to pull him towards himself.

Leo lets him for a moment, before he slaps the outside of his thigh. Dibu flinches – not from pain because Leo hadn't been harsh and his skin is just barely stinging – but in surprise. "Sorry," he gasps and he lets go of him, looking up with pleading eyes.

"Oh? Did you like that so much that you'd disobey me?" Leo asks, fingers caressing the pink mark he left on his skin. "Maybe I should give you a show, jerk myself off and come all over you, wouldn't you like that?"

Dibu's brain short-circuits as he pictures it, but before he can nod desperately Leo starts talking again.

"I don't know if that would be satisfying for you though," he muses, an amused look in his eyes. "You'd be left all tied up, maybe I would be too tired to give you a hand after and you'll have to manage by yourself." He adopts a faraway pensive look, mouth curling in a barely contained smirk, and Dibu feels a swooping sensation of trepidation in his belly. "The image of you writhing against the sheets as you try to get yourself off with your hands bound to the headboard is an appealing one, I must admit."

Dibu shivers, shaking his head fiercely. "No, please, I'm sorry–sorry," he pants, because that sounds like torture, because the only thing he wants is to feel Leo's hands on him, to be touched.

Leo bends down over him and slips two fingers into his open mouth, strangling his apologies. "You're lucky that wouldn't be enough for me right now," he says, and he presses his fingers more firmly on his tongue, forcing his mouth open. "I plan to fuck you until you're crying for me."

Dibu lets out a garbled moan, his attention forcefully pulled to the empty feeling between his legs, where he's open and slick with lube, and he shivers with want.

"Well? What do you think of that?"

Leo doesn't pull his fingers out of his mouth, and Dibu flushes as he realizes he's supposed to answer like this.

"Hles" he tries, tears welling up in his eyes as Leo shakes his head mockingly.

"I didn't quite catch that. Speak up Emi."

Dibu swallows the saliva pooling in his mouth, his tongue curling around Leo's fingers, tasting salt and traces of his come.

"Hleas 'eo," he whines, "fuh' me." His face is burning, humiliation flaring in his chest as he hears the sound he's making, his cock dribbling precome on his belly at the almost cruel laugh Leo lets out.

Leo finally takes pity on him and pulls them out, leaving Dibu panting, his chin covered in spit.

"Good enough I suppose," he murmurs, the corner of his mouth curling up, and he swipes his wet fingers along Dibu’s jaw, leaving a trail of cooling saliva on his skin. He brushes them against the edge of the collar, his eyes turning possessive and satisfied when Dibu bares his neck to him, and then he trails them lower.

Dibu shivers, and then he gasps when Leo's fingers trace over his nipple, a soft caress that makes it pebble. He plays with it, pulling gently and then twisting and Dibu's mouth falls open, his cock pulsing at the feeling, at the sharp little stab of pain when Leo pinches it tighter, rubbing it between his fingertips.

Dibu has never paid much attention to his nipples – they are not usually this sensitive – but his entire skin is still buzzing from the torture Leo has put him through, and the sensation is maddening, especially when Leo pinches his nipple harshly.

"Fuck," he gasps, tears stinging his eyes as Leo keeps the pressure steady, rolling the nub harshly between his fingers as he pulls.

It burns, and he jolts when Leo leans down to take it in his mouth. He curls his fingers into his palms, his forearms tensing as wet heat explodes around his abused nipple. He gasps Leo's name, pressing his chin to his chest to look down at him and feeling the collar dig under his jaw, his cock jerking when he sees him looking up, his lips curling at the corners as he closes his teeth around his flesh.

Leo pulls back with a pop, dragging his teeth over the tender flesh, leaving his nipple red and swollen. He smirks at him, and then repeats the motion on his other one, flattening his tongue to drag it over the stiffening peak, before he bites down. Dibu flinches under him, a whine slipping through clenched teeth as Leo does it again and again, fingers pinching at his other nipple and then sinking into the muscle of his pectoral, nails digging in. Soon, Dibu’s nipples feel as hot and aching as his cock and his hole, and he swallows dryly, breath hitching in his chest at every lovely stab of pain.

He shudders when Leo takes pity on him and pulls away, but his disappointment and relief are short lived, because Leo lays his head on his pectoral, cheek pressing against the swollen flesh and then rubs his beard against it as he looks up at him.

Dibu whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut as he does it again, and he wants to kiss him, he wants to kiss him so very badly. He leans forwards as well as he can when Leo rises slightly, pulling against the restraints, a small noise escaping him as he stares transfixed at Leo's spit-slick lips.

Leo's hand closes around his neck, his palm warm and steady against the front of his throat as he pushes him down until his head is once again pressed against the mattress. Dibu’s heart skips a beat, his body tensing and sweat breaking out all over his skin.

His breath stops in his chest, his eyes widening when Leo's fingertips press softly against the sides of his neck, over the collar. He’d done this earlier, but now… Leo’s grip is gentle but solid, and the way it’s pressing him back against the mattress, the way it makes Dibu feel caged and held and

restrained…

Everything goes quiet.

He looks up at him, his mouth dropping open in a gasp, and Leo tightens his hand, looking at him straight in the eyes as his fingers squeeze lightly, pressing the leather into his skin and closing his airways just enough to make him

feel

the rasp of air on the inside of his throat as he breathes in.

Dibu twitches, eyes getting even wider while his toes curl and his thighs shake as he forces himself not to close them around Leo's waist. The humiliation hits him – at being pinned down like this, like he’s a misbehaving pet who needs to be put in his place – and he can feel his cock leaking on his stomach.

Leo's mouth drops slightly open, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, his pupils widening until they consume his irises entirely. His fingers tremble slightly on Dibu's collar. "Stay there" he says, his voice thick with arousal, and he presses him down firmly one more time to underline his order.

Dibu trembles, his breath coming in short, staccato bursts, the air hissing through his throat as his pulse pounds against the collar, under Leo's hand.

He feels so helpless – hands tied over his head, his legs spread wide by Leo's knees, a hand on his collared throat as Leo's fingers start dancing on his chest again, pinching and pulling and twisting his nipples until the ache and burn turns almost unbearable.

He closes his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations, the strangled noises he can hear himself make mixing with Leo's heavy breathing; when he opens them again he's confronted by the sight of Leo staring down at him hungrily, his attention on Dibu's cock as it jerks in sync with his harsher movements, drooling precome on his belly.

"You are so easy for me, Emi," he rasps, digging his fingernails into the abused nub and making him whine in pleasure-pain. “You’ll give me everything I want, won’t you? Such an eager slut for me.”

"Yes, yes," Dibu moans, feeling his Adam’s apple bobbing under Leo's hand when he swallows dryily. He lets out a relieved, disappointed noise when Leo shifts his hand away from his nipples, trailing it down over his stomach until his fingers dip in the sticky pool on his lower belly.

He's so grateful that the hand on his neck remains where it is – solid and commanding, reminding him of his place, of Leo's control over him. He shifts just to feel Leo's hold constrict, static filling his brain as he's pressed harder into the mattress, his breathing completely cut off for a brief, glorious second.

It's the same feeling that fills him when he's choking around Leo's cock but different, purer somehow. When he's struggling to swallow around his length, his lungs oxygen-starved, it's in pursuit of Leo's pleasure, but now he cannot breathe for no other reason than because Leo has decided he can't.

It makes him shake down to his bones.

Leo releases the pressure around his neck and Dibu takes in a shaking gasping breath, and when his mind focuses again he finds Leo's fingers back in his mouth, cleaning the precome off his digits using his tongue. He moans, and then he cries out a second later when Leo's wet hand closes around his cock again, and he’s left reeling as he starts a fast rhythm that brings him to the edge embarrassingly quickly, until he's arching his back to push his cock through Leo's fist desperately.

Leo works him over expertly, his hand tightening on the upstroke, thumb rubbing under the head, and then twisting as he slides down, dragging him inexorably towards his orgasm. The hand on his neck squeezes gently, cutting off his breath, and Dibu’s vision swims, his arms jerking against their restraints.

When he's close, gasping and trembling and moaning like a whore, Leo slows his movements down, concentrating on the head of his cock, his fingers slick and hot as he works his glands in and out of his fist slowly, until the pleasure is no longer like a wave lapping at the shore, but like being inside of a whirlpool, constant and violent and pulling the air out of his lungs.

He wails, a heartbroken, ragged noise that makes his throat convulse under Leo's grip when his hand leaves his cock before Dibu can come. He sobs as he’s left hanging once again, too tired to even arch up against the lack of stimulation, but before he can recover – before he’s even managed to drag himself away from the edge – Leo speaks, voice amused and mocking as his fingers tighten around his neck.

“So, so easy for me,” he breathes, and then he flicks his finger carelessly against the head of his cock, a sharp little biting snap against painfully sensitive flesh.

Dibu comes with a shocked, startled gasp.

It almost hurts this time, pleasure like barbed wire dragging through his veins as he contorts on the sheets, intense and overwhelming but unsatisfying,

empty,

because Leo is not touching him, is not stroking him through it – the only stimulation he gets is the rapidly fading reminder of that mocking, almost disdainful flick of his fingers still shuddering through his throbbing flesh. It’s distilled pleasure, so pure it felt like a sharp, cold blade, and it’s like his brain ceases to register any other sensation.

His cock twitches weakly in the air as Leo watches him unravel again, his arms jerk against the rope tying him down, and the hand on his throat is the only thing that grounds him a little.

It should be easier this time, he's gone through this already he should know what to expect but the shock is the same. That gut wrenching feeling of having the rug pulled from under his feet – bitter disappointment mixing with his pleasure and tainting it. It's overwhelming in the best and worst of ways.

By the time he stops shaking he's full on crying – heavy sobs that rattle through him as he’s left hard and wanting once more, so turned on he feels like he's going to claw out of his skin.

Leo silences him with his mouth, his tongue slipping between his lips as he sobs, his hand no longer squeezing his neck but still there, a warm comforting weight on his throat. Dibu's head swims, his vision is blurred by tears and his lungs ache as Leo devours him, every inch of his skin tingling.

"Fuck," Leo growls as he wrenches his mouth away, taking his chin between his fingers to make him bare his neck, "I could watch you do that for the entire day."

Dibu lets out a distressed noise, his eyes widening in fear even as the threat coils hotly in his belly, stoking his desire until it burns him from the inside out. "Please," he gasps, ragged and weak, and he's not sure if he's begging him not to, or if he's asking him to do it again.

He's still shaking, mind reeling from what just happened, but Leo doesn't seem to care as he slips a hand in his hair and jerks his head backwards, biting his neck harshly in the exact same spot his fingertips had dug into while he was choking him, just under the lower edge of the collar.

Dibu whines pitifully, and oh god–god, he wants to come, he wants to come

properly

.

Leo murmurs his name, his lips suddenly soft against his skin, his touch soothing as he runs a hand up his bound arm and leans into him. Dibu shivers into it, the tension leaving him as a wave of comforting warmth follows his touch, and he knows he’ll let him do it again, if he wants to. He’ll suffer and cry for him, offer him everything he has to give – because Leo deserves it, because Dibu will

adore

doing it for him and because he’ll have this afterwards, warmth and love and affection wrapped around him like a reassuring blanket.

He can let himself go, and Leo will catch him. He always does.

The certainty sings through him, and he breathes deeply as Leo’s body presses him down into the mattress, his dazed mind settling into a blank, peaceful state. Leo kisses up his throat – the brush of his lips muted as it passes over the collar – and then along his jaw until he’s pressing his mouth to his sweetly. His eyes are half-lidded, the affection in them clear as glass.

He takes a deep breath and smirks at him, and then, suddenly, he is no longer touching him. Dibu’s breath catches as he sees him crawl over his body until he's straddling his chest, his leaking cock hanging above Dibu's face, and his jaw drops open by instinct, mouth watering, a pavlovian response to having Leo's cock so near.

"Get me wet, darling," Leo murmurs, his hand fisting into his hair again to keep him still. He drags his cock over Dibu's face, over his lips and cheeks, leaving wet trails on his skin.

Dibu closes his eyes in mortification as Leo rubs his cock all over his face, the degrading action making him clench his hands until his fingernails draw blood in his palms.

He tries to move, to angle his head better to take Leo's cock into his mouth but Leo yanks at his hair and holds him down, and Dibu feels his tears mix with the mess he is leaving on his skin as they trickle down his cheeks. In the end he just lets Leo use him, pushing his tongue out and letting it trail against Leo’s throbbing cock as it passes over his lips, licking at him worshipfully. He keeps looking up to him, adoring gaze fixed into his eyes.

Leo stares down at him with a dark hungry gaze, his face flushed pink and his chest heaving as he finally pushes the head of his cock into Dibu's lax mouth and doesn't stop until his hips are pressed against his chin, until his cock has made its home in his throat and Dibu is gagging around him.

Dibu cannot help but look at him, cannot help the fierce stab of want and desperation as his head is pressed deeper into the mattress, Leo using his weight to sink his cock as deep as he can inside of him. His fingers twitch when he feels Leo’s fingers slipping through his and squeezing briefly – letting him know what he needs to do if he wants to stop.

Dibu realizes how utterly helpless he is – his hands tied, Leo's weight over his chest holding him down and his cock spearing his throat open and pinning him to the bed with no way to get away. A hot shiver of fear runs down his spine, followed by a burning wave of want as he swallows frantically around the weight of Leo's cock inside of him.

Leo looks at him intently as he keeps him trapped there and choking around him until fresh tears fall from Dibu's eyes, and then he pulls out of his throat slowly with a wet, filthy sound, his breathing harsh and his fingers trembling against Dibu's.

The sound that leaves Dibu's mouth as soon as it's free is broken and ragged and Leo hums under his breath, his thumb coming down to rub at his lower lip.

"I think that's enough for what I have in mind," he whispers, and Dibu watches his cock jerk over his face, flushed red and dripping with his saliva.

"Leo, Leo, inside me," he slurs, spreading his legs wider and begging him with his eyes. "Want you inside, please–use me, break me, please!"

Leo moans, a shiver wracking through his body as he fists his hand around the base of his cock tightly, looking like he's a second away from coming just from hearing Dibu's words.

A small part of Dibu's mind – the last remaining coherent one – is purring, pleased to see Leo react to him like this, but the vast majority is desperately focused on the yawning chasm of want in his chest, the empty feeling inside of him that Leo fills so well.

"Fuck," Leo gasps, his voice trembling, and he scrambles down his body until he's back where he belongs, spreading Dibu's thighs wide as he presses his cock against his fluttering entrance.

"You want this, slut?" He asks, his voice raw and dark as he teases him with the head, pushing just enough to make Dibu feel his rim stretch and then pulling back.

Dibu nods frantically, his throat tight as he digs his heels in the mattress and shoves back against Leo's cock, his hole clenching needily. He needs this like he needs air. More, even.

Leo dips his head in a shallow nod and then, without any other warning he pushes inside of him, a long hard thrust that has him hilted to the base in a single, almost brutal motion.

Dibu arches on the bed, his mouth dropping open in a breathless, silent scream. His hole clamps down on Leo's cock, a shivering glorious ache traveling up his spine as he pushes his way inside of Dibu.

His walls flutter around his length, trying to adjust to being split wide open so suddenly, and Dibu sobs, his vision whiting out as Leo grinds deeper. He wraps his legs around Leo's waist, holding on tight.

He feels so sensitive inside, his channel tender and raw from Leo's long, drawn out fingering and the two not-orgasms he had; he feels every ridge and vein of Leo's cock as he pulls out slowly and then pushes back in just as slowly, forcing his body to adapt to his size until he's moving smoothly in and out of him, his cock brushing past his prostate and making him see stars.

"Yes, Leo," Dibu groans raggedly, "H-harder please, fuck me harder–ah!"

Leo bends over to kiss him, his mouth sloppy on his as he moans, gripping Dibu's hips tightly enough to bruise as he pulls him down harshly against his thrusts, his cock spearing him open again and again, movements hard but slow.

Dibu moans, blinking rapidly to clear his vision from the tears that keep blurring it, needing to see Leo's face as he fucks him into the mattress.

Leo is panting, his gaze fixed on him as he presses their foreheads together. "Such a whore, filthy fucking whore," he murmurs softly, and Dibu keens, pushing his chin up to capture his lips again.

Leo kisses him softly, a shadow of touch, and then Dibu’s heart jolts in his chest as he pulls away. "Greedy pet," he says harshly, slapping the outside of his thigh, and Dibu lets out a broken moan, his hole spasming as Leo gives him a series of punishing, hard thrusts. His whole body flashes white-hot, his back dragging against the sheets as the word reverberates into his mind like the ringing of a bell, vicious and beautiful.

"Please!" he wheezes, trying again to reach his mouth, a curl of need and humiliation twisting through his belly when Leo smirks at him, stopping his movements until just the head of his cock is still inside of Dibu's body.

He leans over him, elbow braced by his head and breath fanning against his lips as Dibu arches up desperately against him, his mouth just outside his reach. "You want a kiss? Earn it," he says, his tone deliciously cruel.

Dibu looks at him uncomprehendingly, his chest rising and failing rapidly. "How?" He slurs. His heartbeat is pounding in his ears and his mind is fuzzy, too focused on the pleasure washing through him to understand.

Leo runs his hands down his side, from his hip down to his thigh and over his calf, where it’s hooked behind his back. "You have these for a reason, don't you?" He says, his voice hitching slightly as he taps his leg with two fingers. "Use them. Fuck yourself on my cock."

Dibu breathes out shakily, his stomach clenching as he processes Leo's words. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to hearing Leo speak to him like that, and he'll never get used to the jolt of pure burning lust that races through him at being ordered to humiliate himself like this. The contrast between the harsh words and Leo's soft voice, the look of expectation and exhilaration painted on his face as he watches Dibu struggle and flush under him, the feeling of helplessness and arousal building inside of him as he realizes what he's willing to do to please him, and how much he likes being treated like this by him.

He shivers, looking up into Leo's dark eyes and feeling his heart threatening to beat out of his chest at the look he sees there.

Hunger, tenderness and a steely demand.

He tenses his legs, crosses them tighter behind Leo's back, and uses them to pull himself onto his cock, shivering as he feels him sink inside again, taking a moment to breathe when Leo's hips are flush to his ass once more.

He wallows in the feeling of fullness for a second, his eyelashes fluttering as he clenches around him and Leo's bitten nails dig into his skin. The sensation is so good that he's reluctant to let go of it – he wishes he could feel him like this always – but Leo has given him an order and Dibu wants to obey him, and he wants another kiss.

Leo braces himself, knees spreading as he widens his stance and leans back a little with his chest to give him the counterbalance he needs. Dibu grips the headboard tight and pulls himself off, arching his back and relaxing the hold of his legs around Leo's waist, moaning as he feels the drag of his cock as it slides out of him.

The muscles in his arms and legs are already trembling, exhausted from everything that Leo has put him through, but he keeps going, pushing and pulling his body against Leo, craving the addicting sensation of having him inside, of feeling him so deep it is difficult to remember never having had him.

"Like that," Leo breathes, running his hands on his skin, reaching up to pinch one of Dibu's tortured nipples and laughing breathlessly as he jerks, his legs contracting around Leo's waist and burying his cock deep in a sharp thrust that leaves him winded. Dibu can see the muscles in his thighs and abs flexing as he makes himself unyielding, makes sure Dibu’s desperate motions don't move him. "Work that pretty hole over me. Show me how hungry you are for it."

Dibu whimpers, the words making his skin break out in goosebumps as he keeps moving. He's breathing harshly, his arms shaking as he obeys Leo's order and impales himself back on his cock. He’s almost suspended between the headboard and Leo’s body, swaying back and forth between them, his back barely brushing against the sheets as he forces his trembling muscles to obey him, staring fixedly up at Leo, desperate to see if he’s pleased with him, if Dibu is being good for him.

Leo moans, his head thrown back and his expression mellowing out, his mouth falling open a little. His hands clench into Dibu's thighs and he breathes out a satisfied sigh when Dibu arches his back and takes him deeper until he can feel his hip bones press against the inside of his thigh.

Dibu is burning, a hot flush overtaking his body as he struggles through the motions, gasping for air and jolting every time he manages to get the angle just right to have Leo glance past his prostate. His movements are slow and jerky but, however much he loves having Leo stretch him wide, it's not enough to satisfy him. Tears of frustration sting in his eyes as he struggles, his hands clenched tight around the headboard and the rope biting into the skin of his forearms as they tense with his movements.

But

fuck

… Being asked to earn a kiss by fucking himself on Leo's cock like this is driving him insane. His lips burn with want and he keeps watching Leo's face desperately.

Leo looks relaxed, his mouth soft and red as he breathes fast, eyes closed and head thrown back as he enjoys Dibu writhing on his cock. The only sign that he might be as wound up as Dibu is the hold he has on his thighs, his fingertips drilling into his skin and his nails scratching him every time Dibu takes him to the hilt.

Dibu whines pitifully and Leo lets out a breathless laugh, looking down at him wickedly. "Oh?" he pants. "Is this not enough for you, darling? Ungrateful little bitch."

Dibu swallows, his eyes stinging as he redoubles his efforts. He doesn't understand how Leo can make these filthy words sound like the sweetest of endearments just through the tone of his voice. It still doesn't stop the burst of humiliation in his belly, and his cock jerks harshly.

"C'mon now, keep going,” Leo breathes, voice low and rough. His eyes glint, his lips curving up as his hands slide from his thighs to his hips, thumbs digging in the hollows of his hip bones.”Be a good

hole

for me,

pet

, and please me."

"Fuck, fuck!" Dibu gasps, closing his eyes tightly, and Leo moans as his hole clamps down on his cock like a vice at his words. He sobs, the sound of Leo’s voice calling him

that

echoing through his hazy mind and making lust lunge up his throat. His skin burns with humiliation – degradation crawling through his veins and a pit of deep, aching want opening up in his chest.

"I've never had someone so fucking eager to be brought down low as you are, my Emi," Leo says, his voice raspy. "I'm never letting you go."

Dibu's heart misses a beat and he looks up at him, a mirrored feeling of possessiveness clawing at his ribs. He cannot get enough of this, of Leo going from cruel to tender to loving to brutal until Dibu's head is spinning, left feeling unbalanced and held together and turned inside out.

He tries, tries to please him with everything he has. He works to keep a constant rhythm, but the position he's in and the fact that his hands are tied make his job almost impossible. His thighs are trembling and his back aches from the arch he's putting into it, and his skin is covered in sweat. He sobs when his body finally gives out, his legs jerking and then falling limp to the mattress.

He can feel the rope dig into his wrists as he lays there, panting, every muscle in his body sore and trembling. Leo's cock slips out of him, slapping wetly against the inside of his thigh and he lets out a small hurt sound. He feels like he may start crying in earnest.

Leo opens his eyes with a soft sigh and looks down at him, smiling. "Tired, love?"

Dibu whispers an apology and pushes his hips back against him instinctively, trying to get him back inside, but only managing to have Leo's cock grind against the curve of his asscheek, hot and slick and so close, so close. Leo shushes him and leans forwards, cupping a hand on his cheek before he bends down and gives him his reward.

Dibu melts. Leo is kissing him like he's the most precious thing in the world, lips moving slow and languid against his, and then his other hand comes up as well, until he's cradling his face between his palms as he kisses him deeply.

Dibu breathes out shakily, chasing Leo's mouth whenever he pulls back slightly and Leo indulges him again and again, until Dibu's head is swimming and he feels a swell of happiness and adoration that threatens to choke him.

"So perfect for me, Emi," Leo murmurs as he continues to press fleeting kisses against his lips. "You did so well, you look so good on my cock darling. You are incredible."

Dibu shudders under him, pleased pride and adoration burning in his chest, and then he moans when Leo guides his cock back into him, looking him straight in the eyes as he thrusts inside. He starts fucking him again – long, slow strokes that turn his brain to mush.

"I love how you look at me when I reduce you like this. It makes me want to break you. I want to watch you fall apart, I want to push you and push you until you are full of pleasure and you can't take it anymore."

He grabs Dibu's leg and brings it over his shoulder, sinking deeply inside of him with a harsh thrust that steals Dibu's breath. Dibu pushes back into him, staring at him wide-eyed as his words lodge into the pit of his stomach. Fuck. He finds the strength to wrap his other leg around his waist again and pulls him deeper, desperate to have him closer, burning with the need to never, ever be parted from him.

"I want to be the only one that makes you feel like that, I want to be the only one that sees you like this," Leo growls, and then he brings his mouth down and bites at his jaw, scraping his teeth over his skin.

Dibu throws his head back and offers his neck to him "Yes, fuck Leo, yes" he garbles out, and he jerks his arms against the rope.

Their bodies are flush together, their sweaty skin slipping and grinding against each other, Dibu's cock trapped in the heat and friction between them. Leo grabs his calf and pulls his other legs on his shoulder as well, until Dibu is folded in half, his weight resting on his upper back as Leo fucks down into him.

"Fuck!" Dibu wails as Leo sinks into him deeply, that feeling of width and depth stealing the breath from his lungs.

Leo groans and goes down on an elbow over him and Dibu's body is completely pliant under him, bending to accommodate the new position. His head is empty of anything that isn't Leo - how he feels inside of him, the way he looks as he sinks inside of him, the sounds he makes as Dibu clenches involuntarily around him every time he hits his prostate.

He stares up at Leo's face as he fucks him deeply, and Leo kisses him – a bite of a kiss that feels like he's trying to leave his mark imprinted in his mouth – and Dibu returns it just as eagerly.

"Yours," he pants against his lips. "I'm yours, Leo."

Leo growls, reaching up to pull at his hair and deepening the kiss until Dibu's lungs ache.

"Mine," he agrees, punctuating his words with a snap of his hips that rocks Dibu's body on the mattress and makes his eyes roll back into his head.

Dibu looks down along his body, mesmerized by the rhythmic flex of Leo's abs as he pounds into him, and then his gaze drops lower still and he loses his breath again. Bent in half like he is, he can see where Leo is fucking into him. He lets out a strangled gasp and Leo zeroes in on his face, before following his gaze and letting out a choked laugh.

He slows down his movements then, puts on a show for Dibu, who is left to watch the obscene sight of Leo's fucking him full of his cock. His rim is red and swollen, slick with lube and stretched wide around the head of Leo’s cock. He watches with wide eyes as Leo thrusts back in, slowly sinking into him, his hole swallowing him up hungrily until it clenches spasmodically around the base of his cock. His mouth falls open, the sensation and the sight of it combining to send him reeling, a surge of desperate, shameful lust exploding in the pit of his stomach.

Leo rises slightly to get more leverage, pushing his legs back with his shoulders even more, and then he twists his hips as he thrusts in, and Dibu shudders, his cock spurting precome on his chest when Leo hits his prostate dead on. Once he bottoms out, he reaches down to grab the base of Dibu's cock in a vice grip, probably reading from his face how fucking close he is, and Dibu whines desperately.

"You love this, don't you?" Leo pants, keeping the slow, grinding pace going. His knuckles brush against Dibu’s heaving belly, and he makes a startled noise. He moves Dibu's cock out of the way and breathes out shakily. "Look," he says, voice hushed and awed.

Dibu does, and his cock jumps in Leo's grip. Cradled into the v of his hips, just above his pubic bone, he can see the bulge of Leo's cock making its way into him, reaching higher still as Leo's hips finally come to rest flush against his ass.

His mind fills with static, breath stolen from his lungs by the sight and by the position, and the only reason he doesn’t come is that Leo’s fingers are still wrapped tightly around the base of his dick. Leo shifts his hips and Dibu moans as the shape of his cock inside of him becomes clearer.

Dibu's hands jerk against their restraints, and he’s filled with the mindless impulse to touch, to make sure that what he's seeing is real. He looks up incredulously and finds Leo looking back at him with a gleeful look on his face.

Leo lets go of his cock and grabs his legs behind the knees, pushing them further towards his chest until he has him bent in half, before pulling out slowly and sinking back in, his gaze fixed on his belly.

Dibu’s heart is beating a mile a minute, and he cannot tear his disbelieving eyes from the way he can follow the shape of him as he moves, can follow the drag of his cock through his insides, can see how fucking deep he is inside of him, how big.

Leo lets his legs relax back against his shoulders as he takes his hands away, and his fingers come down, trembling, to his belly as he thrusts back inside. He traces the shape of himself with his thumb through the wall of Dibu's abdomen and Dibu lets out a strangled, broken sound.

Leo covers the sight with the palm of his hand and presses down, and Dibu jolts under him, a hoarse moan dragged out of his gasping mouth as he feels it, feels himself bending around his length, under his hand, trapped between his cock and his palm. The deep, delicious ache of him in his belly is threatening to fry his brain.

"You love how full of me you are, don't you?" Leo says breathlessly, and Dibu gasps out a yes and closes his eyes tightly, unable to keep looking at that and maintaining his sanity at the same time. His whole body burns, breathless humiliation and fierce, desperate love, and he throws his head back against the pillow as Leo goes back to his slow but implacable rhythm.

He breathes shallowly, legs starting to ache and thighs trembling every time Leo glances past his prostate. His cock is weeping on his belly and he’s very, very proud of himself for having managed not to come yet. Leo had been very clear with his grip on his cock, Dibu isn't allowed to until he's given permission.

Leo bends down to kiss him again, and Dibu lets go, lets himself be consumed fully. His brain is foggy and his entire world is Leo – inside of him, over him, surrounding him with warmth and pleasure. He feels his orgasm building up inexorably and he gasps out a plea. Leo rewards him with a pull of his hair and a sharp thrust that makes him cry out, his cock scraping brutally past his prostate.

He lowers his mouth to Dibu's ear and whispers: "Are you thinking about it? Are you wondering if I'm going to let you come properly this time?"

He is now. A shiver wracks his body, lust and a sliver of fear fill his chest.

He nods jerkily, eyes blurry with overwhelmed tears and Leo laughs harshly at him, his eyes wild. He stops just long enough to grab Dibu's legs to unwrap them from around his shoulders, spreading them wide and pressing them to the mattress until he has him bent in half again, his knees almost to his shoulders – until he's pinned and held down as Leo plunges inside of him.

He gasps, baring his neck as Leo's cock reaches impossibly deeper, a moan torn out of his throat as he realizes that Leo has robbed him of the minimum of leverage he still had, so that if he decides to ruin him again Dibu has no chance to stop him.

"You could ask me, you know," Leo murmurs against the shell of his ear, before licking a stripe up his jaw. "You could ask me to not do it, and I wouldn't. I would let you come properly, it would be

so good

for you, darling."

Dibu wants that. He can feel it coming, that edge of pure pleasure singing in his veins as it laps teasingly against him.

"Or you could not," Leo continues, his voice getting lower and lower. "You could gamble and see what I'll do. You could take what I give you, whatever I decide to give you – whether it's beautiful or ugly. And that's what you are going to do, aren't you, love?"

Dibu chokes on a moan, a curl of humiliation twisting under his skin as he realizes that he’s right, that he wants

that

more than he wants to come. He craves being under Leo's control, being his to do with as he pleases. He nods jerkily, and Leo moans low in his throat, bending down over him until their chests are flush together, until Dibu is pressed completely flat against the mattress, his legs spread wide, and Leo's thrusts become harder still.

He wails, his bound hands scrambling against the headboard for purchase, every cell in his body trembling as Leo nails his prostate brutally.

He realizes that he's almost fighting his orgasm, curling his toes and fisting his hands and gritting his teeth as he stares wide-eyed at Leo's flushed, snarling face. It's like if he doesn't come – if he

refuses

to – he won't have to find out what Leo's choice will be.

"I can feel it, I can feel how close you are," Leo growls in his ear. "You’re trembling all around me, and who knows, I might feel generous." He bares his teeth in a grin that feels like a threat and Dibu loses his breath, his cock jerking as the golden light coming through the window scatters across his face, making him look like a vision, his eyes turned a warm golden-brown. "Or maybe I won't, maybe I want to see that beautiful devastated look on your face again. Maybe I'll pull out and make you cry and then, once I've left you empty and writhing on nothing, I'll jerk myself off on your face while you look at me like I've undone you."

Dibu wails, every muscle in his body spasming as he comes, blinding pleasure bursting through him. His orgasm crashes against him like an avalanche, but he forces himself to keep his eyes open, to brace himself, to

see

the moment Leo decides to pull out of him, decides to take his beautiful cock away and leave him sobbing and unfulfilled and crying.

It feels like it lasts forever, his brain slowing down time for him, scrambling to hold onto the unbearably exquisite sensations reverberating through his entire body, afraid it’s going to get snatched away from him again.

He's going to do it, he's going to do it soon

, his mind screams at him, trepidation scraping up his spine like a knife, the pleasure building and building and building and… And then his brain finally blanks out and he lets himself be washed away by the most drawn out and overwhelming orgasm of his life. He barely realizes that he’s crying out, whimpered

thank yous

mixing with sobs and cries, nearly indistinguishable, before his voice leaves him completely.

He pants and shakes, blindly staring into nothing, and he must have passed out for a brief moment, he must have, because time slips oddly through him – flashes of sensations and feelings catching jagged against the ragged corners of his mind – but the only thing he can focus on is the singing pleasure rushing through him.

When he becomes somewhat coherent again he realizes that Leo is still inside of him, still thrusting and he goes limp with a whimper.

He turns his head to press his lips to Leo's cheekbone in a sloppy kiss, wincing as his entire body protests, his hole raw and tender as Leo keeps chasing his orgasm. Satisfaction rears up in his chest like a crashing wave, and he’s still delirious with pleasure, mind slow and hazy, but there’s a thought ringing clear as a bell in the maelstrom of feelings and pleasure inside of him, a thought that only becomes clearer as he listens to Leo’s choked moans, feels the way his hands are clenching into the flesh of his thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

A rush of possessiveness surges through him and he moves on instinct, turning his head into the crook of Leo’s neck, mouth searching until he feels the straining muscles over his jugular, and he bites down, sinking his teeth into his flesh and growling out: "Mine, mine," in a slurred voice.

Leo lets out a loud, wrecked moan, his face twisted in a rictus of pleasure as he spreads his legs even wider and sinks inside of him to the base, and then he’s pulling away from his bite and kissing him, deep and filthy and wild, and he’s saying something, words jumbled and tumbling over each other. He shudders, his whole body shaking as he comes, and he pulls away from Dibu’s mouth just enough to breathe out a strangled

Yours

against his lips, his hips jerking into him one last time as he drags the last of his orgasm out.

Mine,

Dibu’s mind whispers, pleased and purring with satisfaction,

mine, mine, mine.

He’s still so high on pleasure that he can barely move, his legs falling limply on the mattress when Leo lets go of them and hunches over him, breathing hard.

Leo presses his forehead to Dibu’s chest and rests there for a long moment as he comes down and Dibu smiles dazedly up at the ceiling, his mind hazy and warm as his skin tingles all over, his heart racing as the adrenaline slowly washes out of his system.

It takes Leo a while to compose himself, and when he staggers up to his knees, his face is wrecked – skin red and slick with sweat, hair sticking up everywhere and pupils blown wide. He’s breathing heavily, chest heaving as he looks down at him like he’s seeing him for the first time, eyes full of wonder and love. The bite mark over his jugular is a deep red, starkly visible even against the flush that covers him to his collarbones. He swallows.

“God,” Leo croaks, and then his mouth hangs open, as if he’s lost all his words.

He blinks dazedly, hands reaching out for him almost on instinct, and helps him straighten his legs, makes him comfortable – fingers brushing reverently against his skin, touch trembling – and then he crawls back on top of him and hugs him, arms wrapping under his back and holding him tight to his chest.

“I love you,” he breathes against his cheek, kissing it softly, and then he repeats it, following it up with a soft press of lips against his chin, the tip of his nose, his mouth.

Dibu sighs happily, eyes slipping shut as Leo’s love pours against his skin, mind quiet and empty as he revels in it, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. He floats, eyes closed as Leo unties him, massages feelings back into his arms and then rests them against his chest.

His brows pull into a sleepy frown as Leo leaves the bed, but he is back quickly, and then there’s something soft and warm brushing against his skin – swiping gently over his belly, patting carefully over his spent, oversensitive dick and then slipping down between his legs. His mouth curls down and he makes a shapeless sound of protest when he feels Leo’s come being cleaned from his skin –

he wants to keep it,

he thinks incoherently,

it’s

his

, he earned it, why is Leo taking it away from him

– but Leo shushes him, pressing a sweet kiss to his mouth, fingers carding softly through his hair as the damp cloth swipes down the back of his thighs, and he shivers as he feels it drag against his sensitive opening.

“Shh, you’re doing so good,” Leo murmurs, kissing him again. “Let me take care of you, Emi.”

Dibu settles back, eyes still closed, mollified by the kiss and by Leo’s soft voice, even if he’s having difficulty understanding the words. Time passes slow and languid, and Dibu wallows in the drowsy feeling of being cared for, letting himself be shifted and moved as Leo whispers sweet nothings to him. He smiles dazedly when he feels a softer, warmer towel being gently swiped over his face, Leo’s touch delicate and careful as he cleans up the tear tracks over his cheeks, until he cannot feel the salt pulling his skin tight anymore. He sighs in contentment.

He feels Leo move up the bed behind him, his hands on his shoulders guiding him into a sitting position and then he is being lowered down against his chest as he settles with his back to the headboard, Dibu’s limp body sprawled in his lap.

He closes his arms around his waist and hugs him from behind, pressing his cheek to the top of his head and simply holding him. His legs bend at the knees, heels planted on the mattress on either side of Dibu’s hips, cradling him between them.

Dibu makes a soft, happy noise, snuggling back into him and letting his head loll back against his shoulder. He opens his eyes with some difficulty, and finds him looking back, his eyes so, so warm, full of tenderness.

“Hello Emi,” he whispers, splaying his hand wide over his belly and dragging it up his chest until he’s covering his heart.

Dibu blinks at him, smiling dazedly. “ ‘as I good?” he slurs, feeling the way his tongue has difficulty forming the words.

Leo’s eyes soften. “You were perfect. You are so good for me, Emi, my good boy,” he whispers, brushing his lips against his cheek, peppering kisses along his cheekbone. “So perfect, so beautiful. I love you so much.” His hand reaches under his chin to tilt his head up, and he kisses him, slow and languid.

Dibu’s eyes slip closed again, lips curving in a smile as Leo’s tongue licks teasingly between them, a happy purr of utter bliss sparking inside of him and making him let out a soft noise of contentment.

“Lov’ you too,” he mumbles into the kiss. “–ove you more.”

Leo laughs gently at him. “Let’s not get into that,” he whispers, leaving a last peck against his mouth. “How are you feeling?”

“Mh.”

Leo’s chest shakes against his back as he laughs again, the sound low and melodic, pulling a smile from Dibu’s lips.

“I need a little more than that,” he says, voice warm and fond.

“Mhh,” Dibu grumbles, turning his head to nose at the skin of his neck, breathing him in. He makes an effort, a little distracted by Leo’s soft caress up and down his arm, his fingers tracing lines against the skin of his wrist. “Blissful,” he manages after a while.

“Oh, look at that,” Leo teases gently, squeezing him in his arms. “Multiple syllables.”

Dibu snorts. Having to keep up a conversation is making his mind focus, and he finds himself reemerging gently from the vast swell of peaceful calm he’d been luxuriating in. “Don’t tease me,” he grumbles. “Your fault. Brain gone.”

Leo snickers. “Are you thirsty’?”

Dibu scrunches his eyes shut, suddenly aware of how parched his mouth is. “Yeah,” he rasps.

“Mh, I imagine so,” Leo murmurs. His hand comes up to brush against his cheek, and then he grips his chin between two fingers and pulls his face away from the crook of his neck. “Here,” he says.

Dibu blinks his eyes open, and finds a plastic bottle hovering in front of his face. It’s one of those anti-drip ones, the cap already popped open. Dibu opens his mouth and Leo rests it against his lips, tilting it gently and squeezing. A pleased sound leaves him as he feels the cool water slide down his throat, and he drinks until he’s had his fill.

Once he’s done, Leo pulls it away, capping it with his thumb and letting it fall carelessly to the mattress.

“You really think of everything,” Dibu murmurs, tilting his head back and smiling up at him.

Leo flushes, but he looks pleased. “I like doing this as much as I like making you cry,” he says, voice low and warm, his hand running up his belly again. He hasn’t stopped caressing him since he’d first caught his breath after coming, and Dibu smiles to himself, a small glow of happiness filling his stomach.

He turns his head again, and he jolts as something presses against his throat. He blinks, hand coming up to his neck, and his eyes widen as he feels warm leather under his fingertips. Leo’s hand closes over his.

“Oh, you haven’t–” Dibu breathes, and he shivers as his fingers press against the hoop – the metal warm, having absorbed his body heat even through the leather.

“I tried to. You don’t remember?” Leo asks, and there’s a curl of amusement in his voice. “I tried to take it off before, while I was cleaning you up, but you almost growled at me.” He lets out a laugh. His fingers trace the edge of it, making the hair on Dibu’s arms stand on end. “I feared for my fingers. You were so loopy, but you looked like you were gonna bite them off if I tried again.”

Dibu flushes, mortification spreading through him. “S-sorry,” he stutters, his face boiling hot. “Oh god.” He squeezes his eyes shut as his mind decides to pull the memory from the depths. Leo’s eyes had gone wide, his breath catching as he pulled his hand away.

Leo laughs. “Nothing to be sorry about. It was incredibly hot.”

Dibu tilts his head to look at him, and his flush grows worse when he sees the smirk on his face.

“Safe to say, you like your present?”

Dibu groans, and then he surrenders to the embarrassment and laughs. “Yeah, safe to say. Fuck.”

He remembers the promise he’d made to himself earlier, to be more open with his wants and his reactions – outside of sex, Leo didn’t let him be otherwise during – and he swallows. Listening to the faint lilt in Leo’s tone, he realizes that for all that Leo enjoys taking care of him, he probably needs the reassurance,

after,

just as much as Dibu does.

“I love it,” he says softly, looking up at him. “I loved every second of this. It was perfect, it drove me insane, I’m going to be dreaming about this forever.” He swallows. “Thank you, Leo, it was amazing, I –” he trails off, but he fights through his incoherency. He wants Leo to feel as good as he’s feeling, to be as easy and peaceful and content as he is. “You told me, before, how it was gonna be, and I wanted it so much it burned me. I didn’t know what I was asking for, you were right, but you showed me, and next time, I’ll know.” He watches Leo’s eyes soften, the happiness shining in them. “I’ll beg for it, probably.”

Leo lets out a shaky sigh, and then Dibu feels him relax completely behind him. He blinks. He hadn't noticed he hadn’t been before, he had looked so calm and happy, and it’s just now that that last thread of tension has seeped out of him that he notices the difference.

“Thank you,” Leo breathes, and his face lights up in a glowing smile. “Thank you for that.”

Dibu smiles back. He turns his hand and twines his fingers with Leo’s. His wrist is crisscrossed by faint pink lines, thin and fading already, and Dibu is sure they’re gonna be gone by the next morning. He tries not to mind that too much.

“Can I take it off?” Leo asks after a while.

Dibu hums. The collar feels natural against his skin, like it’s part of him, and he finds himself wanting to keep it. He fights against the urge though, because it’s probably unsafe to sleep with it on, and then the thought hits him.

He straightens a little, inhaling sharply, and Leo makes a questioning noise as he tightens his arms around his waist. “Yes, please,” he says as he looks back at him, tone shaking with anticipation. “I want to see.”

Leo’s eyes go a shade darker, and he pulls him in a deep kiss. “Of course,” he breathes as he pulls away, and then his hands rise to Dibu’s throat. “Bend over a little, look down,” he murmurs.

Dibu obeys, sitting straight and bowing his head, wincing as he rests his full weight on his ass for the first time, a shiver dancing down his spine as he feels Leo’s fingers on his nape. Leo’s movements are as precise and careful as they had been when he’d put it on, and Dibu breathes evenly as he feels the snug pressure relent, a shudder wracking through him as the collar leaves his throat, the air of the room feeling cold against his skin. He slumps back into Leo’s chest once it’s off, staring at the dark band of leather Leo is holding in front of him, over his lap, before he lets it rest on his upper thigh.

His hand comes up to his neck and he lets out a soft sound as he feels warm, damp skin under his fingertips. Leo’s fingers close around his wrist and pull his hand gently away.

“How does it feel?” Leo’s voice is low and calm.

“Naked,” Dibu blurts out. “I feel naked.” He flushes once the words he’d said hit him.

Leo hums. “Feeling bad now? Want me to put it back on for a while longer?”

“No, no, it’s not a bad feeling, just…” Dibu swallows. It feels weird, like there’s something missing. A curl of embarrassment tangles at the base of his throat as he realizes he’d gotten so used to it, so quickly, that he doesn’t feel complete without it. He breathes through the feeling until it fades, until he feels like himself again, and then he takes Leo’s hand in his and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss into his palm. “Better now.”

Leo makes a soft sound of understanding, his hand slipping from his grasp to wrap loosely around the front of Dibu’s throat, his forearm pressing against the top of his chest. Dibu shivers, tilting his head back and pressing up into his touch. “Good to know,” Leo murmurs, letting his hand slip away after a long moment. “We’re gonna wait a while before taking it off next time. Your instincts were right, it wouldn’t have been good if I had done so before.”

Dibu lets out an amused huff. “Rabid dog instincts to the rescue,” he mutters, and Leo lets out a startled laugh, bright and free.

“My rabid dog,” he murmurs fondly, leaning in to nip at his earlobe. “In my collar,” he breathes against the shell of his ear.

Dibu makes a strangled sound, his aching cock giving an almost painful jerk. “Fuck, Leo–don’t,” he gasps, a shudder wracking through him. “I cannot physically get hard again, please stop talking like that.”

Leo’s breath hitches, and then he snickers. “Sorry, sorry. I’m taking note of that, by the way.”

Dibu lets out a loud groan. “You want to murder me,” he accuses, staring up at the ceiling.

“Mh,” Leo hums, and Dibu can feel the way his cheek pulls up in a smile against his temple. “Didn’t you want to see your neck?” he asks, amused.

Oh yeah. Dibu nods but, when he makes to stand up to get out of the bed in search of a mirror, his whole body protests. Fuck. He slumps back against Leo with a smothered whine. His legs ache, the muscles feeling lax and tight at the same time, his arms had buckled under him as he’d tried to put his weight on them, and his ass… He shivers, basking in the deep, pleasant ache inside of him. He's gonna walk with a limp tomorrow, and he cannot wait.

“You’ve ruined me,” he grumbles, twining his fingers with Leo’s to take the sting out of the words. “I’m never getting out of this bed.”

Leo laughs, hugging him tight and dropping a kiss on the crown of his head. “Didn’t you know, I think of everything,” he teases, and then he reaches to the side and grabs something from the nightstand. “Here you go, sweetheart. You don’t even have to leave the bed.”

There’s a round mirror in his hands, and Dibu’s snarky remark dies on his tongue as the reflected image comes into focus. The mirror is big enough to capture the both of them, heads side to side, Leo’s chin hooked over his shoulder. He loses himself into Leo’s dark eyes for a second, and then his gaze drops to his neck.

His skin is faintly flushed, a pale pink color that speaks of friction and pressure, but the collar lining is too soft and too well made to leave careless marks, Leo had made sure of that. Over his jugular, though… His heart skips a beat as he tilts his head to the side and takes in the red marks standing stark and proud over his pulse point. The letters are a little smudged – he’d moved around a lot, and Leo had been careful not to clinch the collar too tight – but easily recognizable.

LM

He breathes deeply, feeling his mind settle into a satisfied pool of contentment. He watches Leo tilt his face down into his neck , stares at the way his lips brush against his initials gently – feeling the kiss burn on hypersensitive skin – and he shudders as Leo’s eyes find his through the mirror.

“Mine,” he murmurs, pressing a damp kiss against abused skin. He tilts his head to the side, resting his temple against his and exposing the red bite mark on his own neck. “And I’m yours.”
  
Later, as they fall asleep after Leo has brought them dinner in bed, Dibu wraps himself around him and sighs contentedly.

He’s completely sated, body aching pleasantly after Leo had given him a massage, sank his fingers into his protesting muscles until he was limp and relaxed once more. Leo is a warm, lovely weight in his arms, his fingers resting on his hip, thumb tracing his hip bone lazily as he breathes evenly against his chest. His eyes are closed, and Dibu follows suit, a content smile stretching his mouth wide.

A while later, just as he’s teetering over the edge, already more asleep than awake, he hears Leo take in a deep breath, feels his mouth brush against his chin.

“By the way,” he whispers against his lips, kissing his slack mouth softly. Dibu makes a soft, incoherent sound, his mind barely making sense of the words. “I love you more.”

Dibu’s last thought is a flash of amused outrage, and he promises himself he’s gonna make him pay for waiting until Dibu was already gone so that he could have the last word.

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The music is loud and fast, pumping out of the speakers set high up the walls in Leo’s gym, one in each corner so that the sound permeates the entire room, and the light pours in through the wide glass wall to the side, bright and lovely and heating Dibu’s skin even more than it already is.He’d opted not to turn on the air conditioning, and he’s sort of regretting it, sort of not. The heat on his bare back feels nice, cleansing almost, even if the temperature in the room is now quite a lot higher than what he usually prefers.Dibu exhales slowly and pulls himself up until his chin clears the bar. He holds the position, feeling the muscles in his back trembling from the effort. He’s almost done for the day, having cycled through the shortened training routine he uses when he’s on holiday fairly quickly.He lowers himself again, hanging from the bar and breathing evenly for a couple of seconds before he repeats the motion. Up and down, up and down, his mind is clear and calm, the music almost drowned out by the pulse of his heartbeat in his ears as he focuses on what he’s feeling, letting the pleasant burn of exertion wash though him in waves.Leo’s gym is well equipped, full of cutting-edge machines and tailor made equipment (Dibu’d had to adjust quite a few of them to account for the difference in height) but there is something pleasant in using something simple – like the standing bar he’s hanging onto – that makes him feel more grounded. Just his body and cool metal heating up under his hands, the air moving pleasantly against his damp skin.He pulls himself up once more, breath coming in sharp, fast gasps as his biceps and his back flex before stilling into position, his knuckles white around the bar, a slight, constant tremor running through his body as he holds himself up. He rides out the hot feeling of straining muscles until he cannot do it any longer, and he brings himself down with an explosive exhale. His fingers uncurl from around the bar and he lets himself drop the last couple of centimeters, his bare feet slapping against the floor.He pants, throwing his head back and rolling his shoulders, humming under his breath at the sweet ache settling into his body, at the endorphins rushing through his veins as he turns around and grabs a towel, swiping it against his neck and then over his damp hair.He smiles and leans against the high bench nearby, reaching for the water bottle and drinking deeply, the towel draped over his shoulders. His mind wanders as he props himself on an arm and turns his head to look through the window. His body sings, and it amuses him how familiar it feels, for more than one reason. Dibu has always loved the burn of exhaustion after a good workout, the ache in his muscles – dull, soft pain spreading through him slow and mellow – and now, with some new context about his own preferences, he recognizes something in his own reactions that he hadn’t had the words to describe before Leo.The pleasure he’d feel as his muscles stung and burned wasn’t all about the satisfaction of a job well done. A quite big part of it was at the pain itself, at the way it cleared his mind, settled him in his body. The first time Leo had spanked him, it had been a shock how similar the feeling had been – not so much the kind of pain, but the way his body and mind had reacted to it. And the signs had always been there – he doesn’t think he’d ever finished a serious workout without a hard on to show for it and the need to take a moment to relieve it. He snorts, capping the bottle and standing up. It might just be that being near Leo turns him into an insatiable creature, but sex is always on his mind, lately. He shakes his head ruefully and then he starts on his cool down stretches, sighing happily as his limbs shiver and then loosen as he moves through the sets quick but methodically, until he’s easy and limber and only warmth remains, settling pleasantly under his skin.He glances at the clock while he wipes the sweat from the back of his neck, mouth pursing thoughtfully as he does some calculations. The afternoon is young enough that he thinks he might have time to convince Leo to give him a long, hard fucking before they have to leave for the evening, with enough time to spare for some extended cuddling as well. And maybe a second round. His cock twitches, filling up even more at the idea.He perks up as something occurs to him. If he asks very nicely, he might also get something he’s been desperately wanting for months now. He walks out of the gym with a pep in his step, head on a swivel as he goes from room to room in search of his wayward boyfriend. The term makes him grin. He’d been razzing Leo about it since he’d first said that word, working it in as many conversations as he could manage just to see him turn red and splutter, eyes pleased but embarrassed as he muttered something about how it was juvenile, and he wasn’t a boy, he was a man, thank you, and honestly Dibu, you are insufferable. Leo’s reactions were always entertaining. He finds him in the studio next to the bedroom and he leans against the doorframe, heat sparking low in his belly as he watches him. Leo is lounging in a low recliner chair, thumb caught between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed as he stares down at the open book in his lap. He’s wearing baggy shorts, pulled up high on his thighs by the position he’s in – legs sprawled out wide in front of him and ankles crossed, his ass resisting on the edge of the chair and his spine curled forwards in what looks, to Dibu, like a particularly uncomfortable position. Dibu’s eyes catch on the way his belly is rising and falling softly, and his mouth waters.“Well, now I know why your posture is so atrocious. Your spine will look like a shrimp in five years if you keep that up,” he says, a grin tugging at his mouth as he leans against the doorjamb.Leo startles, thumb falling from between his lips as he looks up sharply, and his eyes widen as he sees him. He straightens a little, pressing his back to the backrest and bending his knee, closing the book while keeping a finger between the pages and resting it against his thigh. His head tilts to the side as he takes him in.“Hot,” he says nonsensically, voice low and slow like he hasn’t spoken in a while, and Dibu’s gaze catches on the way the sunlight is dancing on the skin of his neck, making the sheen of sweat collecting on his collarbone shine.“You could turn on the air conditioner,” he says distractedly, eyes following the way the tendons in his neck jump into high relief when he throws his head back and laughs. He blinks at the sound. “What?” he asks.“No, no–” Leo snorts, looking back at him with a wide, delighted grin. “You. You’re hot.” His lips curl into a smirk as Dibu flushes abruptly. “All sweaty and half-naked and tempting.” He leans back into the chair, body relaxing and legs falling open wider as he looks up at him, eyes appreciative as they travel up his torso. He bites his lip.Dibu swallows and opens his mouth to reply, but then he closes it when all he can come up with is no, you. He pushes back from the doorframe, shaking his head mock-disapprovingly at him and then looking away from Leo’s laughing eyes, cheeks hot. There’s a curl of delight in his belly, as always when Leo compliments him like this.Leo grins. “How was your training, darling? Had fun?”Dibu sighs, resigning himself to being subjected to Leo’s gentle mockery at his flustered reaction. Leo is just as bad as him, if he engages they are gonna spend the rest of the day bickering. And then they’ll probably end up fucking on the floor and missing their dinner reservations, which, while delightful, is not quite what Dibu had in mind. “I did, if you actually wanted to know. You could have joined me,” he snipes back, grinning as he steps inside the room and walks towards him.Leo makes a scoffing noise as he sinks deeper in the chair, until he looks like he's melting out of it. “No thank you. I was perfectly happy here,” he says, throwing his arms wide as if to show him how much fun he’d been having. “And you would have been a terrible distraction. There would have been no training going on, whatsoever.”Dibu lets out a laugh, because that is certainly true. He knows how weak his self control is when he’s around a half-naked, sweaty Leo. He’s distracted from his reply by the gleam of sunlight hitting the glossy cover of the book in Leo’s hand, and he bends forwards, snatching it from his fingers and snickering as Leo yelps indignantly.“I was reading that! You’re gonna make me lose my spot!”“That’s why you use bookmarks and not your fingers,” Dibu grins at him as he turns the paper cover in his hands. His eyebrows climb up his forehead as he reads the long, complicated title. “Are you… are you really reading a tactics book?” He asks incredulously. And it’s an obscure one, Dibu had never seen it before. It looks incredibly dull. He raises his gaze and takes a step closer, handing it back to him. “Do you ever switch off?”Leo harrumps, grabbing the book from his hand and closing it gently before leaning to the side and placing it on the desk. “It's fun,” he says. “And look who’s talking. You couldn’t pay me to exercise on holiday. And they tried.” He sounds scandalized about that.Dibu laughs, shaking his head fondly. “Lazy, lazy man,” he says teasingly, bracing himself on the armrests of Leo’s chair, bending down over him to press a kiss to his smiling mouth. Leo makes a pleased sound, fingers curling in his shorts to pull him between his spread legs, arching up to deepen the kiss. “You sound like you’re about to make me exercise,” Leo says, nipping at his lower lip. “Is there something you want, Emi? I’d be very happy to burn some calories for you right now.”Dibu's laugh turns into a moan as Leo’s hand comes up to cup against his crotch, squeezing teasingly. “Mh. It seems that there is,” Leo breathes against his mouth as he feels Dibu’s hard cock jerk against his palm, his other hand fisting into his hair and pulling him down further. He’s still lazily reclining in his chair, holding Dibu in the unstable position he now finds himself in – hunched low over him to keep kissing him, hands braced against the armrests and his legs bending awkwardly at the knees, the already overexerted muscles in his thighs trembling faintly. Dibu gasps as Leo’s hand squeezes around his cock, his tongue darting between his lips as they open in a moan. Leo’s hand curls tighter in his hair and pulls his head back, and then he presses a kiss to his cheek.“What did you have in mind? I could fuck you in this chair, make you ride me until your legs cann’t hold you up anymore,” he breathes against his neck, where he’s mouthing his way along his jugular. Dibu whimpers at the idea, his belly clenching with need. Leo’s tongue flicks against his skin, making the hair at his nape stand on end. “You taste delicious,” Leo mumbles, before sinking his teeth just under the curve of his jaw and sucking a bruise into his flesh.“A-ah–” Dibu stutters, brain scrambling to remember how to work. He’s gone from towering over Leo to a hand fisted in his hair and pulling him harshly off-balance, from teasing him to being under his control in the span of a couple of seconds. His head swims. “Cat got your tongue?” Leo smiles against his chin, before pulling him down and kissing him harshly, biting the tip of his tongue playfully and sending a delicious spark of pain traveling through Dibu’s nerves. That helps Dibu focus, and he suddenly remembers his original plan. “S-spank me,” he gasps as soon as Leo lets his mouth free. He flushes brightly. This wasn’t how he’d been meaning to ask, but the words had been pulled straight from his brain, Leo’s touch muddling his thoughts and wrecking all his carefully constructed plans. “Please,” he adds in a whisper. Leo groans, letting go of his cock and gripping his hip tightly as he pulls him closer. He yanks his head back, making him bare his neck, and he uses the grip in his hair to bring him down to his knees between his legs. Dibu whines as his body follows the implied order easily, his knees hitting the floor harshly as his legs give out, and his mouth opens in a gasp, goosebumps rising all over his body.“Fuck,” Leo bites out, his pupils blown wide. He lets go of his hair and cups his cheek, thumb pressing against his jaw and tilting his head back. “We can absolutely do that,” he breathes, his face flushing. He blinks then, and smirks. “You're sure? You really want to be sitting in a restaurant tonight with your ass bruised and smarting?”Dibu turns red and swallows. That had been part of the reason he had wanted to ask today. He nods, closing his eyes in mortification at the sight of Leo’s gleeful expression. He licks his lips, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the courage to ask for the next part. It’s not so much the request in question, but the way it pairs with what Leo had just made him confess.“What is it, Emi?” Leo asks, his voice a little breathless. “Oh, I know I’ll like it,” he whispers almost to himself, bright mockery and affection clear in his tone.Dibu lets out a strangled sound, his face burning hot. “Will you– Can you use a b-belt?” He stutters, squeezing his eyes shut.Leo lets out a shocked laugh. “Fuck.” Dibu can hear him swallow harshly, and then he’s being kissed again, Leo’s fingers digging into his jaw as he licks his way into his mouth hungrily. Suddenly, though, Leo is not touching him anymore, and Dibu sways forwards, catching himself against the armrests again as he blinks his eyes open dazedly.Leo is reclining back into the chair, looking down at him in consideration. His eyes are dark and excited, and Dibu shivers. “Is that a yes or..?” he asks breathlessly.Leo’s mouth quirks up. “It’s a yes and ,” he says. “I have something to show you.”Dibu’s heart quickens. “Oh?” His hand comes up in a mindless gesture, fingertips grazing against his throat instinctively as he recognizes the expression in Leo’s face. It’s the same he’d had when he had gifted him his collar.Leo’s gaze follows the motion of his hand and he smiles, a possessive glint flashing through his eyes. Dibu burns , fingers falling away from his neck and clenching into a trembling fist on his thigh.“Stay there,” Leo murmurs, and then he pushes the chair back a little, getting on his feet. Dibu sits back onto his calves, breathing shallowly, his fingers twisting nervously into the fabric of his shorts as he tries to guess what Leo is going to show him. He follows him with his eyes, watching him as he walks to the side of the room and stops in front of a dark wooden cabinet. He opens it, the lock clicking loud and sharp as he turns the key, and the doors swing open on silent hinges. Dibu realizes that he’s leaning forwards, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s inside, only when Leo turns back and raises an eyebrow at him. He settles back, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat at Leo’s silent rebuke, his palms sweating and his cock twitching under his stare.Leo hums. “Come closer,” he says, his voice is steady and soft once more, and Dibu shivers.He presses a hand to the floor to help himself to his feet, but Leo clicks his tongue, and Dibu stills halfway through the motion, raising his head to look up at him.“On your knees. Crawl.”Dibu’s mouth drops open, lust rushing through him like lightning, quickly followed by burning humiliation as his body moves without his input and he finds himself on all four, crawling towards him before he even has finished processing the order.He hangs his head down, biting at his lips hard enough he tastes blood, and his chest hitches as he feels Leo's gaze like a burning caress against his bare back. His belly twists in hot mortification, his cock leaking into his underwear, dragging against damp fabric with his every movement. Fuck.It feels like it takes forever to cross the couple of meters that bring him at Leo’s feet, his heart pounding in his ears as the soft carpet drags against his knees and prickles under his palms, making his skin tingle at the sharp reminder of what he’s doing.A sheen of sweat breaks all over his body and, by the time he stops and settles back on his haunches, it feels like he has just finished his workout all over again – skin damp and hot all over, heart thundering.Leo smiles down at him. “Such a good boy. Barely any hesitation. Are you so eager, darling, that you don’t care about what you have to do to get what you want?”Dibu’s gut twists in humiliation. What he has to do to get his reward is always almost as good as the reward itself, and he knows Leo knows this as well. He’s just mocking him, taking pleasure in spelling out how desperate and needy Dibu is and watching him squirm under the weight of his words. He nods anyway, well past the point where he’d deny how willingly he’d debase himself just to get Leo to touch him.Leo’s hand slips into his hair, stroking gently through the damp strands, bitten fingernails scratching at his scalp and, gradually, Dibu’s body loosens, his eyes drooping as he lets himself lean forwards, resting his forehead against his hip with a soft sigh. His hand reaches out by instinct, fingers curling loosely around Leo’s bare ankle as he turns his head and presses his nose to his belly, breathing in deeply.“God, you look so beautiful on your knees,” Leo murmurs, and Dibu turns his head even more, hiding his flush in the soft fabric of Leo’s shirt. His fingers twitch around his ankle.Leo lets him stay there – leaning almost all his weight against his side, skin tingling as his fingers run through his hair – until his heart is not threatening to burst out of his chest anymore. His mind is as quiet and still as it had been when he was midway through his last set, and he makes a soft, shapeless sound of relief, a barely audible sigh. After a moment, Leo’s fingers tug at his hair gently, make him look up, and Dibu smiles at him dazedly. “Mh. I need you a bit more coherent for this part,” he says softly, sounding almost apologetic. He taps his fingers against his cheekbone a couple of times, and Dibu blinks up at him, furrowing his brows. “I should have taken that into consideration,” Leo says, and his eyes are soft and warm. “You go down so easily.”Dibu shivers. He straightens a little, shaking his head lightly as Leo keeps tapping his fingers against his temple gently, and he drags himself out of the daze he’d fallen into, taking in a deep breath as the soft, foggy feeling filling his head with cotton slowly lifts. “I am– uh. I’m coherent now,” he says once he actually is, clearing his throat midway through as his voice comes out kind of strangled. He looks up into Leo’s eyes. “What–?”Leo laughs gently at him. “Remember what we’d been talking about?” he asks sardonically, his fingers slipping in his hair to make him turn his head. Dibu abruptly does remember as he’s left facing the open cabinet.He inhales sharply, a tug of arousal pulling at the pit of his stomach as he takes it in. There’s…. toys. Quite a lot of them.His eyes widen as his gaze flits from one to the other to the next, taking in the vibrant colors and different shapes and sizes – some long and thin, some short and thick, some a combination of the two that makes his gut clench as he imagines Leo sliding them inside of him – and there is everything.He catches sight of a ball gag, no, a collection of ball gags – some silicone and some metal, wide leather straps dangling to the sides – and then little coils of glinting silver chains looped next to them, fine and delicate and attached to something that makes his cock lurch even before he identifies what they are – sharp, pointed teeth curving in a vice, nipple clamps. There’s a slightly raised rack to the side, on top of which an assortment of plugs are lined up neatly, gradually increasing in size. A handful of collars hang from hooks mounted to the back of the cabinet and his eyes catch on two in particular – one bulky leather and metal rivets, wider and thicker than his own, intimidating , and the other one… slim and colorful fabric, so delicate and pretty it makes his whole body shudder in humiliation as he imagines it around his throat. He swallows, licking his trembling lips as he takes all of it in, mouth dry. His gaze falls lower than the shelf he’d been staring at, curiosity and anticipation and nervousness slithering through his nerves as he sees four rows of drawers under it, the pommels glinting softly golden in the afternoon light. He lets out a shaky breath, wondering what else could possibly be inside of them.Leo makes a quiet noise and Dibu startles as he realizes he’s being watched. His face flushes and he tries to reign in the desperate expression of want and arousal he’s sure is painted on his face, but he knows he’s been unsuccessful when Leo’s fingers tighten in his hair. The slight hint of pain is like a hook snagging into his mind, pulling words out of him.“T-the collar… My collar, the handcuffs–” Dibu swallows, trying to force his mouth to cooperate. “D-did they come from here ?” he asks breathlessly. The idea that Leo had walked into this room before they met up, opened up the cabinet and spent time looking through this , picking out the things he’d most like seeing Dibu in, is threatening to shut down his brain.Leo’s fingers relax and card through Dibu’s hair affectionately. “No. Those, I had them made with you in mind. These are… Things I picked up along the way. Things I am going to use on you, someday, if you’d like,” he says softly. “The collar and the handcuffs… They’re yours. I designed them so that they’d look perfect on you.” His voice is low and warm.Dibu shudders, warmth blooming in his belly. That is even better. His eyes sting and he blinks quickly, letting out a shaky sigh. Leo hums. “You might want to look up, darling. That’s not what I wanted to show you, necessarily,” Leo says, and Dibu can hear the amusement in his voice.He makes a distracted sound of agreement – eyes still glued to something nestled between rows of handcuffs, a strange contraption that glints silver and gold that he cannot identify but that still makes his belly roil with heat and want – and it’s not until Leo’s fingers tug gently at his hair and make him tilt his head up that he realizes he'd been asked to do something.He opens his mouth to apologize for needing to be prompted, but the words die in his throat. Hanging from the high bar at the top of the cabinet, just above of his field of vision as he kneels on the floor, there are long strips of different material, some gleaming and sharp, some dull and flat, dark muted leather and bright flashes of colors dancing in his vision.He blinks rapidly, his brain scrambling to make sense of what he’s seeing, and then his eyes land on the thicker cylinders hanging from the hoops and the whole puzzle clicks together in an instant.Handles. Which means… His eyes catch onto a particular one and slide down along the length of it, from the pommeled end to the tightly woven grip and then down and down, along a sinuously curving black and shining tail that becomes narrower as it reaches the tip, until it’s so thin Dibu loses track of it as it twists and twines around and in between the other strips."I might have gone a little overboard when I bought them. I wanted to make sure I covered all the bases, in case…" Leo is saying, and there is something in his voice that niggles at Dibu’s brain. "We don't have to use them all, we don't have to use any, if you don't want to. I thought you might like them, though." His hand slides out of his hair to come to rest at his nape, squeezing gently.Dibu realizes that he’s breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, and that the hand he has wrapped around Leo’s ankle is clenched tight. It’s a whip. These are all… He makes a raspy sound, something that rattles in his chest, and a frisson of fear dances down his spine, skin tingling. His cock jumps in his pants, and he can feel how damp and slick the fabric is, sticking to his skin obscenely. “Emi?”Leo’s voice sounds far away, drowned out by the blood rushing through his veins, and Dibu’s mouth opens on autopilot, words spilling out without his input. “You want to hit me with these,” he breathes, voice flat and breathy, not a question but a realization. Something sparks at the base of his skull, right under the warmth of Leo’s palm, and slithers under his skin. Leo’s previous words finally register, and his heart jumps as he realizes that Leo has gotten these for him.  Just like the collar, just like the handcuffs.He swallows, his breathing coming shallower now and lust rushing through him as his vision tunnels until all he can see is the sinuous curve of the whip, the tangled braids of a flogger hanging next to it. The strap.Leo says something else, but all Dibu can focus on is the thought that Leo wants to hit him with these. He knows Leo likes playing with him like this, likes giving him the pain he loves so much, but it's always been Dibu asking for it. And however much Dibu craves being made to beg for it, he realizes just now that this is even better.Leo went out and bought these. Not because Dibu asked but because he wants to use them on him. Leo likes making him scream at least as much as Dibu loves screaming for him, and that thought creeps up on him, makes him sway with a surge of pure lust. He’s so turned on he feels faint."-mi, Emi!"He startles, the soft but firm voice jerking him out of the dazed state he’d been in, and he finds Leo bending down in front of him. He stumbles a little when his hands slip under his elbows and he drags him to his feet, palms warm around his hips as he guides him backwards until Dibu’s ass bumps against the edge of the desk.Dibu sits, blinking at the sudden change of position. Leo is standing between his legs, looking up at him, steady and calm but with a hint of alarm in his slightly wide eyes. Dibu lets out a shaky breath, remembering just now that Leo had been waiting for a reply. "Yes," he blurts out. "Fuck yes, Leo, I want them all."Leo's eyes widen and he swallows, looking up at him in delighted surprise. "Oh," he whispers, fingers falling from where he’d been gripping his chin to make him look at him and coming down in a gentle grip around his wrist. He steps closer and reaches up, dragging his head down to kiss him deeply.Dibu moans in his mouth, feeling his aching erection drag against Leo's hipbone, and his hands come up to clutch at his back, fingers twisting in his t-shirt. Leo pulls back and runs the back of his hand over his mouth, his features full of exhilaration and relief. He lets his head drop to Dibu's chest, and laughs."For fuck’s sake, Emi. I almost had a heart attack."Dibu furrows his brows, hugging him tighter to his chest. His mind is working again and he belatedly registers that the thing that had been niggling at him was the rising level of anxiety in Leo’s voice. "What? Why–?" he asks, even if he has an inkling of what had happened. His reaction might have been a little weird.Leo shakes his head and groans, wrapping his arms around his lower back and pulling him impossibly closer for a moment – face pressed into his shoulder, his mouth hot and damp on his collarbone – before he sighs and relaxes."You dumbass. I thought I was going to have to watch you hightail it out of here. I was certain it was going to be too much. You froze – and the look on your face..." He trails off, mouth itching up at the corner as his hands come down to support his weight on the tabletop, on either side of Dibu’s waist.Dibu swallows, his attention suddenly jerked back to the closet, his mind conjuring up images of Leo’s fingers curling around dark leather handles. "Like that!" Leo says, waving a hand in front of his face and making him snap out of it. "I was pretty sure that was a good expression but..." He shrugs, and Dibu can see the last sparks of tension and edginess in the corners of his eyes and in the line of his shoulders.Dibu groans and runs a hand over his face. "Sorry," he mutters, face red and mouth curling helplessly into a sheepish smile. He sits back on top of the desk instead of just propping himself up against it, wrapping his legs around Leo’s thighs and pulling him closer. "It's just... You want to hit me with that!" He exclaims, his voice jumping with eagerness and delight. "I was having a religious experience!"Leo snorts and then laughs, leaning into Dibu’s chest as he rests his chin against his pectoral and grins up at him. Dibu’s hands come up to cradle his face between his palms, thumb caressing gently along his cheekbone. He feels full of a strange, electric feeling that is making him giddy and playful, and he wants to wipe that last remaining trace of worry from Leo's features. He tilts his head back further, making sure Leo is looking him in the eyes."You really worry too much,” he says, smiling softly. “I'm telling you, you could hit me with a baseball bat and I'd probably thank you for it."Leo makes a strangled sound and his eyes go wide and panicked. "I don't wanna do that!" he exclaims, his voice jumping an octave, his hands fisting in the fabric of Dibu's shorts."I know," Dibu laments teasingly. "But a man can dream, can't he?"Leo stares up at him, mouth open in what looks like shock. Dibu hums. Maybe that hadn't been the right strategy, then. He bends down and kisses him, a quick peck that makes Leo close his mouth as he reciprocated almost on instinct."I'm kidding," he reassures him, even if he's not actually sure if he was. The idea has its own kind of charm.Leo huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "I'm not sure you were," he says, unknowingly echoing his thoughts as he looks pointedly at him. "I know you, you madman."Dibu snorts. "You do, indeed," he says happily, kissing him again and delighting in the way Leo cannot contain a bubbling laugh."So," he says when he pulls back, feeling excitement course through him. "When are we gonna start?"Leo grins at him. “As soon as you get a shower,” he says, leaning forwards to nip at the top of his shoulder, teeth grazing against his damp skin.A pleasant shiver runs through Dibu. “Why? Are you saying I stink?”“Mh. You smell amazing,” Leo murmurs, running his lips at the base of his throat in a line of hot, slow kisses. “But,” he sighs as he pulls away. His hands come down to tap at Dibu’s thighs and Dibu regretfully lets go of him, letting him step back from between his legs. “We need clean, dry skin. Go get a shower, and then meet me in the gym.”Dibu jumps off the table. “Why the gym?” he asks curiously, but then he shakes his head. “Nevermind, ok, I’m going.” The more time he spends asking questions, the longer it will take for Leo to start laying biting patterns into his skin. He shivers, ignoring Leo's amused snort as he turns on his heels and walks quickly out of the room.“Bring your handcuffs!”Leo’s voice echoes in the corridor behind him and Dibu almost trips over his own feet.  Dibu has never taken a quicker shower in his life. Once he reaches the gym, his skin is still slightly damp, his hair is dripping water on his shoulders and his hand is clenched tight around the flexing leather of his handcuffs. He hasn’t bothered to dress back up. Leo’s eyes darken when he turns around and sees him, gaze dragging down his chest to stare at his cock, where it’s hanging hard and leaking between his thighs. He has undressed as well, bare chest and bare legs, but he's still wearing boxers, the dark waistband making a delicious contrast against his pale skin. He's hard, the shape of him distorting the fabric almost obscenely, and Dibu’s eyes cannot help but linger for a long moment before he manages to drag his gaze away with an immense show of strength. The corner of Leo’s mouth curls up, and Dibu can read the word he wants to call him in his eyes. He grins back, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I’m ready,” he says, a little breathlessly.Leo shakes his head. “No you aren’t. Didn’t I say dry skin?” He tilts his head in the direction of the bench, where a clean, folded towel has been placed. “Use that while I finish setting up.”Dibu nods, a little chagrined, but he cannot help but look at Leo, eyes fixed between his shoulder blades as he moves around. The question of why the gym is back in his mind. He gets his answer quickly.They are on the right side of the room, near the glass wall where Dibu had been training earlier, and Leo has dragged a low bench next to the pull up bar, and a metal rolling counter has been set to the side. Leo bends down to gather something from the cloth bag near his feet and the towel drops from Dibu’s hand when has an unobstructed line of sight to what he had been doing for the first time.Lined up on the counter, tails looped neatly and laying side by side, are five whips. Or, well, a whip, a strap, two floggers – wide and medium-length tails on the first, colorful and bright, and long, thinner ones in all black for the other – and what looks like a paddle, wide and heavy-looking, dark wood gleaming with red hues under the golden afternoon light. Dibu swallows dryly. Leo is setting something else on the counter, and Dibu’s belly clenches as he sees a bottle of lube being placed next to something thin and black and rubbery. He tries to figure out what it is – it looks too thin and small to be a plug, despite what the light flaring at the base tells him, and there’s a long cord attached to it, tangling around a thick black strap. Leo steps back from the counter and makes a noise of satisfaction, before turning around. Dibu shivers at the look in his eyes as he takes him in, approval in his features as he sees how thoroughly Dibu has dried himself off.“Good job,” he murmurs, and then he steps closer, reaching out to take the handcuffs still dangling from Dibu’s clenched hand.Dibu breathes in shakily, offering him his wrists immediately, and Leo’s eyes crinkle at the corners. The leather feels familiar by now as it wraps around his wrists, the pressure comforting as Leo buckles them tight enough they won’t move too much and chafe against his skin. Leo takes his hands in his and steps back, looking him up and down and letting out a soft, pleased sigh. His eyes trace along his body, running down his legs and back up, fixing on his cuffed wrists briefly before landing on his throat. He tilts his head to the side.“You haven’t brought your collar,” he murmurs. His voice is easy and curious, no trace of reproach in it at all, but Dibu’s belly twists anyways.“I can go get it–” he rushes to reassure him, moving to go do just that, but Leo’s hands tighten around his, keeping him in place.“No, Emi. I said you would be the one to choose when you put it on, and I meant it. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I am just curious, I half expected to see you show up with it.” He looks up into his eyes and smiles gently. “I’d like to know why, that’s all. It’s… it helps me know how to handle you better if I understand what you’re thinking.”Dibu flushes. Handle you. He fidgets a little as the words burn bright and clear in his mind, and he bites his lip, trying to put the nebulous feeling into something concrete. Leo is right, he had been terribly tempted to bring it with him when he’d seen it resting next to the handcuffs. He had stared at it for long moments, but then he’d closed the drawer and turned around.“I… It’s too–” he hesitates, trying to find the right words. “I like it too much,” he ends up saying, feeling his skin heat up at the admission. “It makes me…. I don’t want to go down easy. I want you to push me, I want–” he swallows, face boiling hot as he forces himself to keep looking Leo in the eyes. “I want the p-pain to push me down. The collar… I’d be gone before you even laid a hand on me. I want to feel it, fully.”Leo inhales sharply, lips parting as his eyes go dark. He squeezes his hands one last time, and then he lets them drop gently to his side. His hand splays wide on Dibu’s belly before traveling up until it comes to rest just under his collarbones. “I understand,” he murmurs, and then he smirks. “I might have had trouble standing upright if you had shown up in it anyways. Just this is…” he trails off, giving him a little push to make him back away slightly, and his hand comes back down, closing around the handcuff and squeezing. “I want to show you what I’m seeing,” he murmurs, and then he uses the hold he has on his wrist to tug him to the low bench he had prepared. Dibu follows his touch eagerly, arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach as Leo makes him turn around. His breath hitches as he comes face to face with his own reflection. Leo has moved the mirror from the other side of the room to right in front of the glass wall, and Dibu watches himself inside of it. It’s not a clear reflection – the gleaming struts of the pull up bar crisscross between him and the mirror and block his view a little, fracturing the picture of his body into separate pieces, as if it was a puzzle. It’s somehow hotter than seeing an unobstructed image would be, even if Dibu wouldn’t be able to clearly explain why, his eyes catching on different parts of his body as if each one was its own separate picture. His left upper arm and left collarbone, nipple perking up as Leo’s breath washes against his skin, a red hickey bitten into the base of his neck – his right wrist, cuffed and hanging to his side, fingers curled loosely into his palm, framed by a rectangle of gleaming silver metal – his left hip bone, fading purple bruises in the hollow of it where Leo had gripped him tight as he’d bent him over the kitchen table the night before – his expression, open and faintly flushed, cut through diagonally by a thin black beam, splitting it in two.His breath catches, something hooking into his mind and tugging gently at the way his fragmented reflection makes him feel. He hears Leo move behind him, hands settling around his hips, and his eyes stare through the mirror as his fingers fan over his skin, fingertips fitting seamlessly over the bruises like puzzle pieces clicking together. He feels the hot press of Leo’s lips against his shoulder blade, and he shudders, a knot forming in his throat.“Beautiful,” Leo breathes against his skin.Dibu breathes out shakily. He’s still staring at himself, a little lost in his head, when Leo tugs at him gently to get his attention. “Are you ready to start?” He asks. Dibu nods, anticipation making his skin tingle. His gaze darts to the counter on his right, attention pulled to it like a moth to a flame, and his mouth water as he stares at the whip, his heart jumping in his chest. "W-which one…?” he stutters, words fading away as want surges inside of him and chokes them out. God, he hopes it’s all of them.Leo smiles at him, his hand coming to rest at the small of his back and guiding him forwards until the front of his thighs hits the side of the bench. “Bend over, elbows on the floor,” he murmurs instead of answering him, and Dibu’s whole body throbs with arousal when he presses gently against his back, hand smoothing up his spine and making him bow low over the padded surface, legs bending at the knees.Before he realizes what’s happening, he finds himself pressing his hands to the floor, hips resting against the padded edge and belly flat to the bench, almost bent in half as soon as he goes down on his elbows. The breath whooshes out of him, blood rushing to his head as he settles into the position Leo wants him in, and he lets out a strangled moan, feeling suddenly, excruciatingly exposed.His hips are higher than his head, legs bending but knees just brushing against the floor, and he buries his burning face into his forearm. His cock jerks under the edge of the bench, a heavy pull low in his belly when Leo’s foot nudges at the outside of his thigh, making him close his legs until his knees are pressed together. “Like that, perfect,” Leo murmurs, fingers swiping at the top of his ass and then coming down, scratching teasingly at his cheek. Dibu breathes shakily as he listens to him move away, mortification sparking in his stomach as he’s left like that, helplessly hanging from the bench with no leverage,reduced to waiting breathlessly for Leo to decide what to do to him.“To answer your question, Emi,” Leo says as he steps closer once again, and Dibu jolts as he feels something smooth and wide and firm come to rest under the curve of his ass, across the back of his thighs. “You asked for a spanking, and so we are going to start with that.”Dibu swallows, the muscles in his back flexing as what he now realizes is the paddle settles against his flesh once more before retreating, as if Leo had been sizing him up, deciding where he was going to strike. “Tell me your colors,” Leo says, voice firm.Dibu’s body is tense and eager, small tremors running through his muscles as he stiffens up in anticipation. The lack of contact between his ass and the paddle means that there’s the possibility that it’s hanging over him, ready to come down, and he cannot quite force his body to relax. He tries to concentrate though, because Leo has asked him a question.“Red for all stop, yellow if I’m getting close to my limit but I want to keep going, green for all ok,” he says, words rushing out of his mouth eagerly. Leo makes a pleased sound. “Good boy,” he says, voice warm. “I’m going to warm you up a bit. Feel free to squirm around, but tell me if you’re losing your balance, ok?”Dibu bites back a groan and nods. A sharp pinch against the back of his thigh makes him jolt and he remembers Leo likes him to answer verbally. “Yes, I will–sorry,” he gasps, all in one breath. He’s squirming already, the inability to know when Leo is gonna start making him skittish and nervously excited.The first hit takes him by surprise anyways, despite how eagerly he’d been waiting for it. He makes a shocked noise as he recognizes the feeling of Leo’s hand instead of the paddle. “Wha–ah!”His question is cut through by a startled yelp as Leo’s hand comes down again on his other cheek, tingling warmth spreading pleasantly under his skin. It doesn’t hurt quite yet, but Dibu’s brain is still scrambling to readjust his expectations. He’d been waiting for something harsh and painful right away, something to make him cry out and shudder, and the comparatively softer and pleasant hits raining down on his upturned ass have yanked the rug out from under him.Leo laughs, hand sweeping affectionately down his ass and caressing his upper thigh. “Warming you up, it’s going to be better like this,” he says in response to his stuttered question, and then he keeps going. Dibu shivers, turning his face in the crook of his elbow as embarrassment slithers through his vein and his ass starts to heat up. The fact that it doesn’t actually hurt that much – a flash of stinging pain turning quickly into heat and tingling skin – makes him all the more aware of his position, of the fact that he’s being spanked as if he was a misbehaving child. It’s much more humiliating like this, when his brain isn’t dribbling out of his ears yet and he has to hear clearly the small bitten-off sounds he lets out as Leo’s hand comes down again and again against his ass, excruciatingly aware of the way every stinging slap travels directly to his cock and makes him tremble with arousal.By the time Leo decides he’s warmed up enough, Dibu’s breath is hitching in his chest and his face is boiling hot, eyes stinging. His ass is just lightly smarting, warmth sunk into his flesh, a pleasant aftereffect of pain that makes his dick throb. He lets out a hoarse moan as Leo smooths a hand over his cheek as if to check his work – palm cupped gently under the curve of it, thumb running smoothly over trembling and reactive skin. Dibu shudders as he realizes how sensitive he is now, the slight scratching of Leo’s nail feeling almost amplified, making his nerves sing. “Perfect,” Leo murmurs, digging the nail of his thumb into his flushed flesh and then letting out a pleased hum as Dibu jumps as if he’d received an electric shock. “All ready. You’re going to love this,” he says, and Dibu can hear the surety in his voice, anticipation threading through his words.He swallows as Leo’s hand falls away, his back tensing when he hears the noise of something weighty being picked up from the metal counter. His belly clenches and he flinches lightly when he feels a gust of air hit his overheated skin and he realizes that Leo is taking a couple of experimental swings.A hand comes down on the small of his back, and then there's something cool and smooth pressed under the curve of his burning cheeks. He shudders.“I’m giving you ten.” Leo's voice sounds tight and low, and Dibu squeezes his eyes shut, anticipation and arousal coiling tightly in his belly. He makes a sharp sound of assent, legs tensing as he opens and closes his hands against the floor. He’s so eager he’s almost shaking out of his skin, and he’s right on the verge of begging. The paddle leaves his ass. “Be a good boy and count them for me, won’t you?”Dibu flushes brightly, but the answering yes he had intended to say dies on his tongue as the paddle comes down as soon as Leo finishes speaking.The sound is loud and reaches him first – a sharp, crackling smack that echoes against the walls and sets his body on fire – and then the pain hits, bright and broad and wide, so so much better that what he’d already taken, so good it has Dibu’s mouth opening in a choked, strangled moan. It washes through him like an electric current, cutting through his mind and his thoughts and leaving silence in its wake.Dibu gasps, fingers curling against the floor as if he’s searching for anything to hold onto as another hit lands, just as loud, just over where the first one had come down – slashing across both his cheeks and pushing the air out of his lungs as it travels through him. “Ah-fuck!” he cries out – an almost sob at the thudding force of it, and he wants more, he wants more – and Leo was right he loves this, it’s better like this, his flesh primed by Leo’s gentler hands, nerve receptors awake and reactive and sending pain scattering across his skin even beyond where the paddle had hit. There’s a punch to the paddle, a solid weight to it that Leo’s hands lack, that pushes breath out of his lungs. It’s heavier, broader, strong enough to shake him down to his bones, and it’s making Dibu see stars. “M-more, Leo–ah,” he heaves out, belly roiling with arousal and cock twitching helplessly.He tenses up for the next swing, mouth watering and belly tightening in anticipation, but it never comes. Instead, a hand runs down his spine and he feels the heat of Leo’s body washing against his back as he bends low over him and twists his fingers into his hair, pulling his head up.“That’s not a number, darling. I told you to count,” Leo says, voice rough and fingers tightening, and then he presses his knee into the throbbing flesh of his ass, dragging a strangled whimper out of his open mouth.“Y-yes, sorry Leo, sorry– I will,” Dibu stutters, eyes stinging as he shudders all over. The pain had been so enthralling that he’d forgotten all about Leo’s order, and that’s unacceptable.“See that you do,” Leo murmurs, voice soft and quiet, but the gentle threat in his words goes straight to Dibu’s cock.He breathes in deeply as Leo pulls away, shaking his head and trying to gather his scattered thoughts. “T-three!” he cries out when another loud smack echoes through the room, a wide swath of pain following it and punching the word out of his mouth.Leo stops again and laughs, a low, mean sound that makes Dibu’s cock throb even before he opens his mouth and speaks. “I didn’t know one could start counting from three, darling. Forgotten your numbers?”Dibu’s heart seizes in his chest, and he lets out a sound of utter mortification. He’d thought–he’d…Another hit lands, crisscrossing the previous three, sinking a swell of dense, dull pain deep into his flesh, into his muscles, making his whole body jerk forwards as it rattles though him.“One!” he sobs, and then he moans, low and filthy and wrecked as Leo makes a pleased sound and keeps going.He clenches his fingers into his forearm, fingernails digging in, and he rests his forehead on his wrist as he takes it , numbers falling from his lips obediently as his body sways forwards slightly with every hit. His eyes are open, staring unseeingly at the damp, dark stains his tears form into the padded mat under the bench as they drip down his cheeks – mind focused on the bright flash of delicious, thudding pain, on the way his cock jerks and his balls draw up tight every time the paddle smacks harshly against his ass, on the chocked sounds forced out of his open mouth.The last two hits are the strongest ones, landing right under the curve of his ass, across the top of his thighs and forcing Dibu to yelp and whimper his way through number nine and ten, his whole body going taut and his fingernails biting into the soft mat, leaving scratches on it, and then he sobs as his whole body goes loose and limp, throbbing pain radiating through his flesh.“Shh, good job, Emi. You did fantastic, that was beautiful.” Leo’s voice sounds warm and pleased, and then his hands are on him, hot and comforting as they sweep over his sweaty back, down the back of his thighs, gentle over his ass. Dibu shivers as he feels him press a sweet kiss to the base of his spine. He blinks tears away from his eyes, wiping his nose against his forearm, and his face flushes as he chokes out a thank you.God, he wants more, he wants… he wants another twenty, another thirty , he wants Leo to keep going until the deep, boneshaking pain is enough to push him over the edge all by itself. His ass hurts but he knows he can take more, he can take a lot more, Leo had worked him over much more thoroughly the first time he’d spanked him, even. He bites his lip bloody to keep the plea he wants to let out inside, listening to Leo’s lilting voice as he keeps praising him. Leo had said ten, and that’s all Dibu will get. He’d been so kind already, he’d given him three more even if Dibu had disobeyed him, and Dibu doesn’t get to ask for more than what Leo wants to give him. He lets out a hitching breath as the words good boy wash over him. He wants to be good for Leo.“Are you ok, Emi?” Leo asks softly, fingers light as they swipe across his shoulder blades.“Yes Leo,” Dibu sighs, the words coming out dreamy and soft. He turns his head and presses his cheek to his wrist, managing to get Leo in his field of vision. His face is flushed, eyes dark and hungry, and Dibu smiles dazedly at him.Leo makes a pleased noise. “Good. We’re not done yet, but I’ll get you up in a second. How’s your head, need to get upright?”Dibu makes a negative sound. He will need to in a while, but he’s good for now, and he cannot wait to see what else Leo has planned for him. This was so good already that Dibu is sure it’s going to be one of his favorite memories to pull up whenever he needs to come quick and hard, and there are five more things on the counter that Leo hasn’t even touched yet.“Mh. Let me know if that changes,” Leo murmurs, and Dibu nods mutely. His breathing has returned almost to normal, and his heart is settling down as well, but his arousal is just as sharp as it had been moments before, every twitch of his limp body pulling at the flesh of his ass and making his mouth water in anticipation. The click of the bottle of lube being opened makes him smile.He hears Leo kneeling down behind him, and then he gasps when something cool and slick slips between his cheeks, pressing teasingly against his hole. He gasps again as it slides in easily. Leo laughs.“I knew it,” he mutters, pushing the object inside of him firmly until the slightly flared base comes to rest flush against his rim. The tip of what Dibu now suspects is a plug glances briefly against his prostate, making him bite off a moan. “Look at you. A little pain and you get looser than if I had prepped you with my fingers.” He pulls the plug out and then slides two slick fingers inside of him, showing him what he’s talking about.Dibu chokes on a moan, humiliation slamming into him with the force of an oncoming train as he realizes he can do so easily, his hole soft and pliant and the stretch barely noticeable. It’s… He’s gotten used to being easy for Leo – he doesn’t go more than two days without Leo’s cock inside of him, he doesn’t need as much prep these days – but this…“You like pain so much it’s almost ridiculous,” Leo murmurs, sinking his fingers in deeper and curling them until the tips press into his prostate. “I bet I could make you come just like this. Keep my fingers still inside of you and…” His other hand comes up and grabs his cheek harshly, spreading him open, fingers digging into his aching flesh as he twists his wrist, making the skin of his palm drag painfully against his tender skin.Dibu groans, fingers clawing helplessly against the floor as his whole body goes taut, his cock pulsing at the feeling, drooling precome against the front of his thigh. Hot shame sparks in the pit of his belly, because Leo is right. He could, he could make him come so easily, just with this, just with his mocking, faux-contemplative words, the way pain sparks in his brain at every twitch of his fingers. Leo lets go of him and slips his fingers out, and Dibu slumps back on the bench, panting harshly.“Painslut,” Leo says, voice dark and low. Before Dibu has time to do more than squeeze his eyes shut and shudder at the word, he feels something small and odd against his rim and then he yelps as lube pours inside of him, cold and slick and way too much. His hands clench into fists, a stuttered question spilling past his lips, but he bites his lip when Leo shushes him. He shakes a little as a cool feeling spreads through him, his face hot, and then Leo pulls away and the plug is being slipped inside of him once more with a slick sounding noise. Leo gets on his feet and pats his ass, making him flinch.“Up, on your feet. Be careful not to let it slip out.”Dibu pants, staring dazedly at the floor, and it takes him a second before his body starts obeying him. He plants his hands on the floor and pushes up – vision swimming for a brief moment as the blood that had rushed to his head goes back to its proper place and his inner ear adjusts to not being basically head-down anymore – and then Leo’s hands are on him, helping him straighten, first to his knees and then up to his feet, warm and steady when Dibu stumbles.Dibu makes a soft, startled noise as the plug moves inside of him, starting to slip out now that gravity is working against him. It’s small and thin but weighty , somehow, and there is a lot of lube inside of him. He clenches hard around it, thanking the heavens that it’s slightly textured and not completely smooth, because… He blinks dazedly as Leo’s hand runs down his spine and over his ass until his fingers press at the base and push it back inside him.“Clench down. You do not want to let that slip out, trust me,” Leo murmurs, voice darkly amused, and Dibu shakes and obeys immediately, tightening around it desperately as he looks down at Leo with wide eyes.He believes him. He knows now that if he were to disobey, Leo would punish him for it. He doesn’t know how, but the idea twists in his belly hotly, sending nervousness and a kind of trembling curiosity spiraling through him. He’d never intentionally disobey Leo, but he cannot deny that there’s a burning need inside of him now, to find out what he would do. Leo’s hands are back under his elbows, helping him keep his balance as he sways unsteadily, and he looks up at him with a grin on his lips. “Can you guess where I am going with this?” he asks curiously and a little mockingly, and Dibu shakes his head.Leo laughs. “Take a few steps, see if you figure it out.”Dibu obeys before he even notices he’s doing it, stumbling forwards as Leo steps back, his ass throbbing at the movement, and then his eyes go wide.There’s something attached to the plug, the thin short rubber cord he remembers seeing before when the plug was on the counter. It swings side to side with his movements and there’s something hanging from it that hits against the inside of his thigh, cool and smooth like leather with the bite of metal. That’s why it feels so heavy.“W-what–?” he stutters, face flushing brightly as he looks at Leo in consternation, and then he glances down.Leo’s lips curl as he takes in his expression. “Nothing yet?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.Dibu stares at the leather strap hanging from the thin cord between his legs, his brain working overtime as he keeps clenching down, the motion pulling at the tender flesh of his ass, and he doesn’t know how long he can realistically hold onto the plug with that thing fighting to drag it out of him. He shivers, raising his eyes to meet Leo’s gaze, feeling how confused and turned on his expression is.Leo’s hand comes up to caress at his cheek, eyes softening. “How about now,” he murmurs, and then he kneels down in front of him.Dibu’s breath hitches in his chest as he looks down at him, face flushing as his cock jerks right in front of Leo’s mouth. Leo smirks at him, leaning in to lick a stripe on the underside of his length that makes Dibu’s knees go weak, that forces him to brace himself against his shoulders. God. That flick of Leo’s tongue almost brought him down to the floor when paired with the ache in his ass, he doesn’t dare to imagine what it would feel like having his mouth wrapped around him right now, the way it would force every muscle in his body – especially the tender, burning ones in his ass – to tighten in helpless pleasure. He swallows.Leo’s fingers wrap around his ankles and then drag up the back of his legs, touch gentle and soothing, and then he takes the strap in his hand and lifts it a little, making Dibu let out a small sound of relief as holding onto the plug becomes immediately easier.He shivers as Leo's fingers press back into the base of the plug, pushing it back inside of him firmly, making him shiver. “This is the last time I help you,” he murmurs softly, looking up at him. “It’s up to you from here on out.”Dibu nods shakily, face burning as he clenches tightly around it. He watches Leo’s fingers open the buckle, and then his stomach jumps as he wraps it around his upper thigh, right under the crease between leg and groin and rubbing delightfully against the stinging flesh of his upper thigh. Leo slips the end through the buckle and pulls, clinking it shut once it’s tight against his skin and digging slightly into the soft muscle and fat. He swallows, skin heating up everywhere as Leo leans back and he has an unobstructed view. It looks… It looks like a garter. A black leather garter, silver buckle glinting where it’s fastened on the outside of his thigh. The short cord attaching it to the plug inside of him is not taut anymore and the pull has disappeared, only gravity and the excess lube making his job difficult now. But there is something protruding from the strap, looking like a continuation of the rubber cord, and Dibu realizes now that it's not a cord but a tube, thin and small, a threaded insert at the end. While he’s contemplating all of this – not remotely close to figuring it out and having to fight against the hot feeling of mortification at the sight he must make right now – Leo gets to his feet once again, and takes his cuffed wrists in hand, fingers curling around the leather.Dibu’s gaze gets dragged back to him and he opens his mouth, before he licks his lips and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I don’t know–”Leo laughs gently. “Don’t worry. I just want to be able to see your face once you do,” he says, and Dibu is hit by a dizzying feeling of vertigo as he watches the eager curl of his lips, the mean glint in his eyes.  What is Leo planning? The uncertainty and trepidation make his belly tremble.“Come here,” Leo says, drawing him after himself as he walks towards the pull up bar. Dibu follows him, careful not to move too fast and dislodge the plug, blushing at the way the leather strap feels as it rubs against the inside of his other thigh, and then he blinks once he actually takes in the machine. The horizontal bar is quite a bit lower than how he had left it, and he could bump his face against it if he wasn't careful. Oh. His heart starts beating faster and faster as he realizes how Leo is going to position him. He imagines his wrists tied to the bar, hands wrapped around it and pulled over his head, his back open and defenseless as Leo uses the whip or the flogger or the strap on him. “Fuck,” he breathes out, the word strangled. “You are going to– Here? I am going to–” He shivers all over, eyes falling to the counter on which the instruments of Leo’s work are resting, which has been strategically placed right in front of him. Leo makes a soft sound of confirmation, his eyes taking him in carefully. “I want to do your back. What do you think about that?”“Fuck,” Dibu gasps out, his whole body clenching hard as a shiver of breathless anticipation travels through him. “Fuck yes,” he whispers, eyes fixed on the whip, the skin between his shoulderblades tingling. “Leo… Please,” he says, pulling his gaze away to look him in the eyes. He tries to make it absolutely clear how much he loves the idea. Leo smiles at him, motioning him closer. “Very good,” he murmurs as Dibu stumbles towards him as if in a trance, stopping right before he brains himself on the horizontal bar. He blinks, his eyes focusing on it and his brows furrow in confusion as he spots something out of place. There’s a dark and oblong object strapped to the top of the bar – right where one of his hands would grip if he were exercising – with a long and thin familiar tube hanging down from one end, dangling in the air and almost brushing against the floor.“Hands on the bar,” Leo says, and Dibu obeys immediately. The handcuffs make a clicking sound as his fingers settle into place by habit, and he startles as he feels the rubbery and squishy material under his touch. It feels like a rubber bulb. He wraps his hands around the bar properly, and the small object between his palm and the metal pole collapses into itself, squished flat as his hand closes tight.He opens and closes his hands a couple of times, curiously, trying to figure it out – staring at the black bulb trapped between the bar and his palm, studying how it moves, ears picking up the soft, whistling noise of air being moved through a tube when he squeezes, an image of the threaded insert of the tube hanging from his plug flashing through his mind – and the whole thing clicks into place.He lets out a shocked, strangled noise, eyes going wide and belly clenching spasmodically once he gets it. He looks at Leo with wide, incredulous eyes. It’s an inflatable plug. And the bulb to inflate it is under his hand, right where he’s gonna squeeze harshly every time Leo hits him, every time pain washes through him. He’s going to be made to work himself open for Leo’s cock by the pain beating down on his back. His cock jerks almost painfully and he has to hold himself up by grabbing the bar for dear life as his knees threaten to buckle under him. He makes a soft, shaky noise of arousal and dread, still staring at Leo’s eyes as his hole clenches desperately around the plug inside of him.Leo lets out a slow, satisfied sigh, his pupils dilating as his mouth settles into a delighted grin. His hand reaches up to grip Dibu’s chin between his fingers and he steps closer, pulling his face forwards, fingertips digging into his jaw, until the bar presses into Dibu’s throat as he pulls him down into a kiss.Dibu moans, eyes squeezed shut and prickling with tears, the cool feeling of metal against his throat and the warmth of Leo’s tongue inside his mouth mixing together and making his heartbeat spike.“Please,” Dibu whimpers in his mouth. “Leo, please, please–”Leo kisses him deeper for a long, glorious second, and then he lets go of him, taking a step back. He’s breathing heavily, and Dibu can see how fast his heart is beating, skin pulsing rapidly over his jugular.“God,” he rasps. “How are you real?”Dibu’s eyes flutter shut, hands squeezing tight around the bar, hole clenching around the plug, pain washing up his spine from his bruised ass – and he doesn’t know why Leo is the one saying that, Dibu has never imagined he could have this, have him like this, that there was someone in the world who could be capable of reducing him to this. Someone who would find all the things that could turn him into a sobbing, desperate mess and give them to him freely, like a gift.He exhales shakily, licking his lips as he hears Leo getting near again, and he doesn’t open his eyes until he’s sure he won’t fall to his knees at his feet to babble pleas and devotion and love. Leo has other plans for him.He rests his forehead against the metal pole as he listens to Leo fastening the dangling straps of his handcuffs to it, and he shivers as he feels him kneel down once more to screw the two pieces of the tube together, fingers grazing against the inside of his thigh and jostling the small, rubber toy inside of him. Once Leo is done, there are fingertips pressing to his cheek gently, and Dibu opens his eyes dazedly.Leo is smiling at him. “Do you feel up for this? I need you to be able to stand on your feet. At no point should you be hanging by the cuffs, do you understand?”Dibu blinks rapidly, trying to clear his mind, and then he nods. “I understand,” he says. “I’ll tell you if I can't hold myself up anymore.”“Good, that’s good. Remember your colors.”“Yes, Leo.”Leo nods to him, and then he steps to the side, reaching for the mechanism needed to raise the bar. The machine clicks, the whirring of hidden cables making tremors run through the steel as it rises slowly, bringing Dibu’s arms with it. Leo stops it when Dibu is wholly extended, his feet still planted firmly on the floor but his back straight, body open and stretched upwards, framed between the struts of the pull up bar.Dibu shifts his weight, making sure he is steady and comfortable, and then his lips stretch into a grin as he looks at Leo and nods. Want is burning in his belly, anticipation like a razor blade against the inside of his skin. He’s so hard he can barely stand it.Leo steps in front of him, looking at him intently. He takes him in, his gaze dragging slowly against his skin, the weight of it almost like a caress. His lips part a little, the tip of his tongue flicking against his lower lip, and then he reaches out to touch his fingertips to Dibu’s breastbone. His touch slides along his skin as he walks around him, circling him – grazing right under his nipple and down along the curve of his ribs, down to brush against his hipbone and then gliding to his tailbone. Dibu shivers, goosebumps prickling all over his skin as he exits his field of vision and he feels his fingertips brushing up his back, tracing every knob of his spine delicately before vanishing.“You look...” Leo’s voice is low and raspy, and it dies in the middle of the sentence, turning into a slow, almost silent sigh of appreciation.Dibu’s whole body heats up as he imagines what Leo is seeing. He’s sure his ass is bright red, the black leather band around his upper thigh making a sharp contrast against it. His arms raised, cuffed wrists chained to the bar, legs slightly spread, waiting impatiently for Leo to wreck him.“Your back, Emi, was made to be marked,” Leo murmurs, and then his hand is pressed warm and steady in the middle of it.“Yes,” Dibu breathes out, pushing back into his touch. Leo’s hands on him never fail to make him shiver – lust and love and a swelling sense of peace blooming inside of him – and soon, they will bring him to his knees, metaphorically if not literally.Between one blink and the next, Leo is back in front of him, and Dibu realizes that he’s already sinking down into his own mind, just from this – just from the position he’s in, the anticipation rushing through his veins, the sound of Leo’s voice, low and dark and full of promise.He tries to pull himself back a little – he was sincere when he’d told Leo he wanted the pain to push him down – and he stares at Leo intently as he turns his back on him, walking to the counter. Once he’s there, his fingers rest against the edge, tapping gently for a moment, before trailing along the length of it. Dibu realizes he is tensing up, leaning forwards eagerly, waiting to see which one he chooses.His eyes are fixed on Leo’s hand as it hovers above the handle of the whip, and he holds his breath. Leo hesitates a little and then his hand moves to the right, touching the pommel of the long flogger with his fingertips and then running them along the long, tightly woven grip. His hand shifts again to the right, fingers hooking in the leather hoop of the wide, flat strap and then again to the side, running through the colorful tails of the second, shorter flogger. Dibu’s brows furrow a little in confusion as he watches him take a step back, hand falling to his side, and he raises his head to look at his face. He startles when he finds him looking back, eyes dark and amused, and he realizes that he’d been gauging his reactions, eyes fixed on him as his hand moved over the handles, using them to decide which one to pick, and also… he’d probably been enjoying dragging this out, drinking in the way Dibu had become more and more tense as anticipation twisted at the base of his spine, sinking its fingers into his gut until all he’d been able to do had been follow Leo’s fingers with wide enthralled eyes, straining forwards as he breathed shallow and fast. He flushes darkly, humiliation knotting in his throat.“The flogger I think,” Leo says, eyes knowing and dark, and Dibu’s belly tightens as he closes his fingers around the handle and picks up the longer one, the tails making a soft, whispery sound as they uncoil and fall through the air to come hang down in a black, shimmering cascade. They are not uniform, some are flatter and thinner, some look rounder, almost like tight braids, and the rustling sound they make as they rub together sends a fluttering sort of sensation dancing down Dibu’s spine.Dibu’s breath sticks in his throat as Leo swings it experimentally a couple of times, his wrist moving in a sinuous motion as the tails dance through the air, curving onto themselves and then snapping back with a startlingly loud snap. He flinches, his cock jerking and his mouth falling open.Leo smiles at him. “Yeah, thought so,” he says as he drops his arm down and walks towards him, the long handle of the flogger resting against the outside of his thigh, the tresses almost brushing against the floor. He doesn’t stop when he reaches him, he just cups his hand around his hip and presses a quick, fleeting kiss just above his heart and then he slips behind him. “I’m going to warm you up a little, darling,” he says, voice soft. “Are you ready?”Dibu nods jerkily, his palms sweating as he squeezes his hands around the bar, and then he makes a strangled noise as the plug inside of him twitches, responding to his motion by inflating slightly, tugging a little at his entrance and abruptly reminding him of his predicament. He lets out a curse that is more exhale than actual word, and Leo laughs.Before Dibu has time to center himself once more, something impacts across his shoulder blades, dozens of stinging lines of prickling heat fanning wide over his skin, and he lets out a gasp, body jerking. It doesn’t quite hurt, but it doesn’t not hurt either, a shivering sort of sensation he cannot quite place, and then the sensation repeats, a little lower – the tails striking horizontally against the middle of his back this time – and Dibu cannot help but let out a shaky sound.Warming up, Leo had said, and that’s exactly what this feels like – warmth sinking into his flesh, a little bite of pain that’s easy to take, that makes his muscles loose and lax instead of sending them spasming into taut bands of tension. Leo keeps a slow, gentle rhythm, the flogger falling gently again and again against his back, an almost continuous motion that Dibu doesn’t have the brain capacity, right now, to understand how he’s achieving. He just knows that his skin is shivering all over, warmth and sensual, soft pain spreading through him until his bones seem to melt under the twining sensations, his cock twitching and dripping precome to the floor as he lets his head hang forwards, eyes closed.By the time Leo stops, his head is floaty and light, and he’s breathing quickly, shallow little gasps that echo inside his head. He startles when he feels the flogger’s tresses being dragged against the prickling skin of his back, and then Leo’s hands replace it, spreading wide on either side of his spine and running up, up, up. The warmth of them and the pressure as he pushes against him wake his skin up all at once until bright, glorious pain washes through him and he jolts forwards, his mind clearing abruptly. It’s as if all the previous lashes have just landed at the same time, and he moans hoarsely, hands squeezing around the bar – around the pump – and then pleasure and pressure spark in his belly as the plug inflates a little more. He clenches down around it, the motion pressing the tip of it against his prostate and his moan turns into a whimper as he squeezes his eyes shut.“Fuck,” he bites out. Oh, god. This is going to be torturous.Leo is breathing heavily, his breath washing against Dibu’s spine as his hands close around his hips and pull him back against himself, until Dibu’s sore ass is pressing against his cock. Fuck, he’s so hard, Dibu can feel the shape of him digging into his bruised flesh, and he tightens all over – hands around the bulb, hole around the toy and oh fuck! , it’s a vicious cycle he doesn’t know how to stop as he feels himself being stretched open. He pants, head thrown back.“Oh, I’m gonna really enjoy this,” Leo murmurs against his back, grinding his cock against him, the soft fabric of his damp boxers feeling rough against his ass. “You’re so responsive, I know you’re going to scream for me.” He shifts his hips, and his cock slots between his cheeks, pressing against the base of the plug and pushing it deeper inside as he rocks against him – jerky little movements that fuck the plug deeper inside of him, make the tip of it grind against his prostate. Dibu shudders, mouth falling open around a desolate sound of loss when he pulls away, leaving him trembling. He blinks as he feels Leo sted away and then let out a long, sharp breath, suddenly realizing what is about to happen. His eyes widen, his back tensing in trepidant anticipation.“Scared?” Leo whispers, probably taking in the way Dibu’s body is suddenly stiff and still.“A little,” he breathes out, the idea of lying to him not even crossing his mind.“Good fear or bad fear?”Dibu flushes. Of course he’d know. He swallows. “G-good fear, Leo. Please,” he stutters.“Good then. Still and easy for me now, Emi. It’s going to be a lot harder than before. Feel free to be as loud as you want.”“Yes, Leo,” he breathes out.His ears pick up a faint whistling noise that has the hair raising all over his body and then bright, hot pain splashes against his back like water. He arches up, eyes going wide, a harsh little sound dragged out of his throat. The plug inflates a little more as his hands spasm, and then even more as the next blow lands just under the first. He cries out.It feels… It’s different than a spanking, it feels purer somehow, and Dibu knows he’s going to ask for this again, he’s going to beg for this on his knees next time. The next lash crosses the previous two and Dibu lets out a sharp, bitten off scream as he feels the tails fanning wide between his shoulder blades, biting deeper into already smarting flesh – the thudding, deeper punch of the wide flat ones mixing exquisitely with the cutting, stingy pain of the braided, stiffer ones.He arches back into the next swing – craving more, more, more – and Leo obliges, swinging harder, faster, sending a twisting spiraling riot of pain washing over and through his skin. Dibu’s mouth is open but, for a long second, he cannot breathe as his vision flashes white and his body twists. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, and Leo doesn’t stop. The plug stretches him wider, finally making him feel that burn he always craves. It’s good , so good that Dibu doesn’t quite know what to do with himself. He cries out, desperate and wrecked and so, so grateful, as one, two, three more blows land on his spasming back in quick succession, and he realizes he’s tense all over, body arched upwards, the muscles in his legs contracting as he goes to his toes, the leather strap – the garter – biting into his thigh when it flexes.“Like that,” Leo rasps hoarsely, and Dibu moans helplessly at the sound of his voice, suddenly desperate to see the look on his face right now, see how pleased he looks, how hungry. “Take it like that for me, darling.”Dibu sobs as pain crackles once more against his back, the tips of the tails wrapping slightly around his ribs and making his vision flash red for an utterly glorious second, burning lines of fire sinking down into his ribcage. His legs are trembling, the muscles in his ass burning as he clenches around the continuously inflating plug, pulling at the tender skin there, and by now, Dibu has realized that the toy is not just widening but also lengthening, pressing him open and simultaneously sinking deeper with every desperate clench of his hands. It feels like being pried open, slowly and methodically, and it’s driving him insane.“More!” he cries out, pleasure twisting like a burning coil low in his belly. “More, more–harder, please!”Leo groans low in his chest, panting harshly. Dibu’s mind latches onto the sound desperately, his whole body responds to it – to the harsh satisfaction and want in the raggedness of it – and he arches back into the next swing, feeling it bite deeper, harsher, and he chokes out a strangled moan.“You greedy little thing. So hungry for it–look at you–” The words sound bitten off and half- growled. He gives him what he’s asked for – the tails spreading wide across his back, a roiling wave of pain, wide but not uniform, branching out like lightning – and Dibu wails.“Yessss,” he hisses, chest heaving, eyes wide and unseeing as he takes it all. His mind lights up like fireworks are exploding inside of him, and it’s addicting, the pain is intoxicating, it has him shaking and gasping and trembling all over, overwhelmed in the best of ways. “I want– I want–” he babbles, words coming out slurred and hitching, and then he forgets what he wanted to ask for as he shudders under the flogger.It's like discovering a brand new sensation. He cannot get enough of it. It's like having his nerves stroked by wet silk, overwhelming and exhilarating, his skin feeling too tight, and his muscles loosening and tightening under the pain, dancing to its rhythm. Pain and pleasure twine through him, turning into something new, raw and heady, that spreads through his flesh.The plug feels big now, big enough his hole burns as it just spasms weakly around it, and the sensation of it inflating inside of him is something he hasn’t managed to get used to, no matter how insistently it keeps making itself felt. It’s alien and artificial, pressing him open from the inside more than stretching him, and he can feel lube dripping out of him, sliding down his thighs – and it’s so good it aches, so weird that it sends sparks of humiliation flashing through him every time he breathes. It’s a vicious, glorious loop – the pain makes him clench around the plug spreading him apart, almost fighting against it, the pleasure makes him arch back into the next lash, the pain makes him squeeze the bulb tighter – on and on and on until he feels like he’s losing his mind. Every cycle has him convinced that this is it, it cannot feel better, it can’t , balls drawing up tight and cock jerking, and he could come just from this, he could, he could, but no matter how much it feels like it, it never happens. “What is it, Emi?” Leo asks, slashing one last, brightly glorious spiraling wash of pain through his flesh. The swing slashes against his ass, across both his cheeks, so good it tears a sobbing plea out of his mouth. Dibu keens and goes to his tiptoes, biceps flexing spasmodically as his whole body arches up like he's about to take flight, shaking and letting out a wretched, wailing sound as white-hot pinpricks of delicious pain sink deep where the thinner tips have dug, barbed-like, into already throbbing flesh. He goes limp with a gasp once the stab of glorious agony fades into just regular pain, knees buckling slightly before he catches himself and plants his feet once more. He tenses up, ears ringing as he anticipates another, apprehension and desperate want washing through him. He whimpers in dismay when the next blow doesn’t come. Leo has stopped, and Dibu dazedly realizes that he’d said something, before.“Tell me, love. Tell me what you want.”“More, Leo, harder please– hurt me– please, harder!” he sobs, shaking as he feels Leo’s hands back on him. His vision is veiled by tears he hadn’t even realized he was crying, and his cheeks are wet and hot, shame stripped from his soul and leaving him free and light and weightless. “Not harder. More I can do, though, Emi. Just tell me what you want.”Dibu whines, helpless and desperate and his belly twists at Leo’s denial. He can take it harder, he can, he can feel it– “Please Leo, please harder! I want it, I want it, give it to me–please!”Leo lets out a sharp breath, stepping closer, fingers gripping his hips tight as he groans low in his throat and rests his forehead against Dibu’s abraded back. Dibu yelps, the sound turning into a ragged moan as he feels his harsh breath against the sensitive, burning welts, hot like fire against his skin. “Darling...” Leo breathes against his back, but Dibu barely hears him. He just keeps begging, words bitten through and running over each other, pouring helplessly, uncontrollably out of his mouth as he pushes back into Leo’s burning touch.“Love. Emi… Yellow.”Dibu flinches, feeling like a bucket of ice cold water had been poured over his head. His mind clears abruptly, reality becoming suddenly harsh and clear and unwelcoming. He makes to twist around, hands slipping from the bar but jerking to a stop when the straps tying them to it go taut.Leo’s arms wrap around his waist and he pulls him into a hug, pressing his chest into his sore back and squeezing him tightly. “Shh, stay down, everything is fine. I’m fine, love, you did nothing wrong.” Leo whispers against his skin, pressing damp kisses on the stinging welts on his back. “Hands back on the bar, please.”Dibu obeys mindlessly. “I’m s-sorry, what– sorry–” he gasps, feeling himself trembling.Leo hugs him tighter. “No need to apologize. Stay down, love, let me worry about it. Like that, good boy.”Dibu feels himself going loose again under Leo’s words, his reassuring touch. There’s guilt curling in his stomach, mixing with arousal and desperation and anxious confusion. He lets out a soft sound as he relaxes back into Leo. His back screams at him as Leo’s hot, damp skin presses into his throbbing flesh, sinking the ache and burn deeper. His eyes flutter closed and he whimpers.“Not harder, Emi. There’s something else you want, something I can give you. You just have to find the right words. But not harder, do you understand?”Dibu nods. Not harder. He can–he can do that. Yellow means slow down. About to reach a limit. Leo is ok. He goes almost limp with a shaky sound of relief, and then Leo’s hand wraps around his cock, stroking him gently.“There you go. And I have plans for this, don’t lose it.” He sounds amused as he squeezes his fingers around him, and Dibu shudders as he goes back to being hard enough to pound nails. “Are you ok?”“Yes,” he breathes. He knows the answer, but he has to ask. “You?”Leo laughs gently. “I’m perfectly fine. You are a vision, Emi, something right out of my dreams.” He twists his hips, pressing his cock against the top of his thigh, dragging it against the leather strap around his leg. “Can you tell me what you want?”Harder, he wants it harder , but that's not allowed. Dibu blinks, trying to make his brain work. There had been a second, when the flogger’s tresses had wrapped around his ribs, when he’d known , what it was that he wanted. It had slipped from his mind soon after, washed away by bliss and pain. He tries to remember, and his gut clenches when he does, breath catching. “You have it, then?”Dibu breathes out shakily. “M-my chest,” he stutters. “Do… do my chest, Leo.”“Fuck.”Leo’s hand squeezes around his cock, fingers twisting as his teeth drag against a brightly aching welt on his shoulder blade, and Dibu keens, arching up to push his cock through Leo’s fist and his back against his mouth.Leo steps back from him, keeping a hand on his skin as he slips in front of him once again. His face is flushed darkly, sweat beading at his temples and making the hair stick against his skin, eyes wide and dark and bottomless, full of arousal. Dibu’s heart squeezes in relief when he sees him, the last tiny niggle of guilt dissipating as he searches for discomfort or unease in his expression and doesn’t find it.“You are unreal,” Leo rasps, hand coming up to wrap around the front of his throat. Dibu’s eyes go heavy-lidded as he leans into it, mouth opening pleadingly, and Leo’s fingers squeeze gently as he reaches up and kisses him, teeth and tongue and heat, pure raw want in it. Dibu pants once Leo pulls away, swaying forwards as he feels his hand leaving his throat. Leo just stares at him for a long moment, lips parted and chest heaving, and then he turns around, heading to the counter.Dibu has a brief moment to wonder where the flogger is – he must have dropped it, because it’s not in his hands anymore – and then he loses his breath, anticipation fluttering in his stomach as he sees Leo’s fingers curl around the dark handle of the shorter one. He swallows dryly, stomach clenching.When Leo turns around, he’s smirking. The tresses of the flogger are flatter and a bit wider than the ones he’d been using on his back, and they are a riot of colors – electric blue, neon orange and acid green, with some glossy black ones that make the rest pop out even more. There’s no pommel on this one, just a flat-braided black handle. He cannot stop staring at the way Leo’s fingers twist around it – knuckles white as he tightens his grip hard enough the leather creaks, tendons jumping into high relief on the inside of his wrist, veins pulsing, suddenly more pronounced on the back of his hand. Dibu’s mouth waters. He’s always loved Leo’s hands – strong and steady and warm – he spends a lot of time staring at them, and he knows this image is going to be seared into his mind, is going to become one of his favorites.A touch against his collarbone makes him realize he's been getting lost into his own head once more, and his eyes flutter as he focuses again. Two fingers come to rest under his chin and push it gently upwards, making him tip his head back until he’s looking at the ceiling, and Dibu’s body follows the implicit order automatically, back straightening and feet planting wider as he takes in a deep breath and opens his chest.“Don’t look down,” Leo murmurs, fingers gliding down his extended throat. “I don’t want to clip you in the face by accident.” Heat flashes under Dibu’s skin, and he has enough presence of mind, barely , to stop himself from asking if he’d do it intentionally. He bites his lower lip hard enough to hurt, breath stuttering in his chest and lets out a nearly silent sigh of understanding.Leo’s hand trails between his collarbones, down the middle of his chest and drags over the jumping muscles in his belly before closing around his weeping cock. Dibu makes a strangled sound of want as Leo squeezes, before shifting his grip so that the back of his hand faces the ceiling and pulling his cock down and away from his belly. It’s his first taste of pure pleasure tonight, and it hits him hard.Before Emi can do more than pant at the feeling, he sees from the corner of his eye the way Leo’s torso twists abruptly, the hand holding the flogger crossing in front of his body, and he barely manages to brace himself before a wide, segmented wash of stinging pain lashes across his vulnerable belly.The breath rushes out of his lungs all at once, and he whimpers, eyes squeezing shut. His cock drools in Leo's hand, trying to jump up towards his belly but held back, and he realizes Leo is making sure the short, burning tails of the flogger don’t hit him there. Another blow lands, a little harder, a starburst of pain that spirals through him and makes him twitch all over – muscles clenching and pulling at the flesh of his ass, of his back , and deepening the pain, tying it all together until it rushes over him like a wave.He cries out, eyes squeezed shut so hard his vision flashes with sparks of color, and Leo does it again and again and again, until Dibu is trying to push into it and get away from it at the same time, body arching under the swings, his cock sliding slick and pulsing through Leo’s grip, and it’s so good, so good he’s crying for it, so good he’s begging, nonsensical and slurred and like the word please is the only one his brain manages to hold onto.“God– you take it so well for me, my pretty masochist,” Leo rasps, voice harsh and stuttered, the air is pushed out of his lungs in sharp bursts by his continuous, sharp motions. Dibu’s mind is fuzzy and reeling, and he can’t help it. He tips his head back down, watching wide eyed the bulging of Leo’s bicep as he crosses his harm in front of his chest, between them, lashing the flogger against flushed pink skin, tail tips snapping straight right between his hip bones and painting sharp bursts of white pain on his tender skin. His brain lags, surprise and lust and incredulity, because he’d been expecting to see burning red marks, he’d been expecting to see harsher, faster movements from Leo’s hands – it hurts so good, it hurts so much, it doesn’t seem possible that all that pain is caused by so little – but there is barely a mark on his skin, just a deep flush. He pants, harsh and gasping, belly clenching spasmodically as another lash bites at his skin – Leo’s arm, swinging in the other direction, drawing back – and he whines, low and long and utterly helpless, tears blurring his vision.The next strike is quickly aborted, Leo’s body jerking, and the tips of the tails buzz like angry bees as they just brush past his skin as Leo pulls back and lets go of his cock all at once, taking a step back.“W-what–,” Dibu stutters, uncomprehending and desolate, his skin flinching anyways even if the blow doesn’t land.“Head up, I said,” Leo bites out, and then Dibu cannot help but obey, because the flogger whips viper-quick against the front of his left thigh, a lot harder than it had been on his belly, and he shouts, body going stiff and cock jerking as he throws his head back.“Sorry, sorry, please!” he cries out, and his hand squeeze the bar harshly, his whole body clenching, but the plug doesn’t inflate more, only twitches, and Dibu realizes how open he is – rim burning around it, delicious friction as the plug slips out a bit, dragging against his prostate exquisitely. “Sorry, s-sorry Leo,” he gasps, fingers squeezing again, out of his control, prompting another small twitch that has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He keeps his face firmly pointed to the ceiling, his neck aching from how tense he’s holding himself.“I’ll let that one slide,” Leo says, reaching out and dragging the soft leather of the flogger against the smarting welts on his thigh as he gets closer again. He’s panting, his voice low and rough, and Dibu aches at the arousal coating his words –h e wants him inside, he wants him to satisfy himself using his body, he wants him moaning and gasping and coming because Dibu is being good for him. He sobs.“T-thank you, thank you–” he slurs. “More, please, more–AH!”His pleading gets cut off by a wash of white hot agony slashing against his pectorals, snapping across both his nipples, a dozens lines of pain carved into his chest, and it feels like hundred of tiny hooks are digging into his skin, the pain broad and tight at the same time, biting and sharp like the taste of lemon on his tongue. He screams, chest pushed out as his spine arches, and the next one is even better, his nipples aching brightly and he’s sobbing, his body tightening all over, and then he’s empty, hole clenching weakly around nothing, hot, sparking aftershocks still rippling through his nerves and he cannot help it, he tries but he can’t, he can’t — His eyes roll into his head, mouth opening in a stuttered, slurred warning, can’t, Leo, cn’t hold–. He barely manages to get it out before his legs give out on him, knuckles turning white around the bar as his weight comes to hang onto them all at once.Leo is there before he even has time to blink, arm wrapping solidly around his waist – forearm burning against the top of his ass, where the warmth of his skin feels like fire against his welted flesh – and holding him up. A couple of seconds later his instincts come back online and he finds his balance, shaking and desperate and almost mindless, but on his feet again.“Good boy, so good, thank you for telling me,” Leo is saying as he steadies him, hand running up his extended arm and making his fingers clench in reaction to his touch, until his grip is solid once more and he’s holding on tight to the bar. Dibu’s dazed, desperate thoughts stutter – at the feeling of Leo's chest pressed to his abraded own, his cock a delicious line of pure pleasure as it drags against Leo's stomach, and then… There's something warm and slick and rubbery slapping against his inner thigh, hanging from the strap wrapped at the top of his leg. There's lube dripping down his skin, warm and sticky, and he realizes, all at once, that he’d failed.He makes a short, raspy noise of desperation, clenching down onto nothing as if his body still hasn’t realized that it doesn’t have to do that anymore, and then Leo’s hand cups against his cheek, thumb swiping a tear away.“What’s wrong, love?” he whispers, making him look into his eyes. “Everything is ok, I’ve got you.”Dibu’s eyes water, a pang of guilt and regret in his chest, because Leo is so good to him, so kind, and Dibu has failed him. “Sorry, m’sorry, couldn’t–”Leo smiles at him, reassuring. “Shh, you warned me in time, I got you. Thank you for remembering.”“No, no, the plug, I– I couldn't–” he pants, trying to make Leo understand.Leo’s eyes flash with realization, and his arm falls from around his hips, where he’d been still holding him, fingers dancing against the hot skin of his ass before they slip between his cheeks, tracing his shivering rim and then plunging inside of him. Dibu whines, pleasure sparking in his belly as he feels the drag of them inside – finally, finally – and heat spreads through Leo’s expression as his eyes go heavy lidded and satisfied. “Well then,” he murmurs, lips quirking up in a smirk. “That won't do.”Dibu whimpers. The curl of distress in the pit of his stomach fades as he sees Leo is not disappointed in him, but then… A frisson of dread and anticipation dance down his spine. Leo had said there would be consequences. He shivers.Leo watches the apprehension in his eyes and smiles at him. “I have something in mind, some way you can make it up to me.”Dibu nods furiously. “Yes, yes, whatever you want, Leo,” he gasps, and Leo’s eyes go soft and tender.“You’ll take your punishment for me like a good boy, won’t you?”Dibu moans, squeezing his eyes shut and shivering as his fingers pull out, a fresh gush of lube following them out and dripping down the back of his thigh. He feels so open, he wants Leo’s cock, he wants him– but he nods, jerky and small, looking down at Leo with teary eyes.“Yes,” he breathes.Leo’s expression twists in satisfaction, and Dibu’s cock twitches. Leo keeps looking at him in the eyes as he lets the flogger fall carelessly from his fingers, and then he’s stepping closer and kneeling – kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with that fierce, mean expression on his face again, and Dibu gasps.“You’re not ready yet for this – for the pain – to be over, are you?” he murmurs, running his hands up the front of his trembling legs gently. His left thumb digs into the already fading welts into the front of his thigh and Dibu whimpers, shaking his head no. He has an idea, an awful idea, of what his punishment will be. Leo smirks. “I’m going to blow you,” he says, voice low and mellow once more. “If you want more pain, my love, you better not come. You’ll take it for as long as I want it, and if you come, I’ll unchain you and settle you down, and then I’ll jerk myself off and have you watch. That’s your punishment.”Dibu lets out a sound of denial, eyes going wide. That’s… worse than what he’d been imagining, that’s cruel , it makes his eyes water and his cock pulse, and he’s desperate and desolate and so hard he knows this will be next to impossible. He trembles, eyes pleading and damp, but he doesn’t protest, just nodding jerkily. Leo smiles at him, leaning forwards and pressing a loving kiss to his hipbone, his hot breath washing against the burning skin under his belly button and making it jump. ”Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. I warned you, this is supposed to be punishment,” he chides gently. His hands come up to unscrew the tube from the plug, and then he unhooks it from the strap around his thigh and sets it aside. Dibu’s eyes go wide as he sees how big it had gotten, and his belly clenches. “And it’s not all bad. If you manage, you’ll get to ask me for something you want. Something new.” Leo’s eyes crinkle at the corners, and his fingers curl around the base of his cock, squeezing gently. “And if you don’t, you won’t have disappointed me. You’ll have been good for me, taken your punishment dutifully like the good boy that you are. Do you understand?”Dibu whimpers as Leo’s last words are whispered against the tip of his cock, his lips brushing against him, slick and wet with his precome. He nods, trembling all over, pleasure rushing up his spine as he watches his mouth curl into a satisfied smile. His chest fills with love and want and a tender, aching feeling that robs him of breath. God, he loves him so much.Leo opens his mouth, tongue flicking out to flatten against the tip as he licks a broad stripe across the head, eyes going heavy-lidded as precome spills onto his tongue, and then he wraps his lips around him and Dibu’s vision flashes white. He makes a harsh, breathless sound of pleasure as Leo’s scorching hot mouth slides lower over his cock, and then he sobs, pleasure washing over him as he goes even lower.He tips his head back – he cannot bear to look at him, at his eyelashes painting shadows over the top of his cheekbones, the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks him deep, slow and sensual, his tongue dancing against the underside of his cock – and it takes him all that he has to not come on the spot.It lasts forever. Leo is slow and methodical, taking his time and enjoying himself, making soft sounds of pleasure that travel down the length of his throbbing cock when he takes him into his throat. It’s exquisite, it’s more than he can bear, his whole body tensing up and relaxing and then tensing up again, every ache and welt and burning centimeter of his skin singing with pain and pleasure, silent tears trickling down his cheeks as he stares unseeingly at the ceiling, mind empty and dazed, ears ringing as he moans, and gasps and chokes on the pleasure.He fights with everything he has, teeth gritting, the tendons in his neck straining, knuckles white around the bar, fighting against himself and shaking until he cannot do it any longer, and then he keeps fighting, finding some hidden sliver of strength every time Leo’s cheeks hollow, every time his fingers dig into his sore ass or his throat convulses around his cock.He makes the mistake of looking down and he wails, body arching and cock pulsing on Leo’s tongue, as he sees him – eyes closed and brows furrowed, lips red and stretched wide, his hand slipped into his boxers as he strokes himself languidly while swallowing him down.“Please, please, Leo– I can’t, I can’t! Please, oh god, Leo, Leo–” he cries out, voice ragged and desperate, and he’s crying, sobbing, his chest hurting as he gulps in air.Leo seems not to hear him, focused on his task, or maybe he’s just ignoring him, and that thought makes him shudder all over, makes him so desperate and humiliated and brings him so, so close. He loses track of what he’s saying, he just knows that his mouth is moving, throat hurting as wrecked, harsh sounds are dragged out of him, and it’s hell, it’s heaven , the only thing stopping him from coming is the knowledge that if he does, he will be unable to touch Leo after – he won’t get to please him, Leo won’t hurt him anymore – and the thought is so painful it manages to cut through his pleasure and reign him back, time and time again.He sobs in utter, soul shattering relief, when Leo's mouth drags off his cock, his tongue trailing along his length and then leaving a last flick against the head. “Thank you, thank you–please, please,” he mumbles, dazed and reeling and his whole body throbs in desperate want, his cock screaming at him, his mind so overwhelmed it takes him a while to realize Leo’s hands are on his face, thumbs swiping under his damp eyes, tilting his head down and pressing their foreheads together.“You've been so good for me, love. I knew you could do it, you taste so good, you are so obedient,” Leo murmurs, voice raspy and thick. “Shh now, your punishment is over, you took it so well.”Emi reaches down as much as he can without letting go of the bar and kisses him, graceless and sloppy and needy. Leo indulges him, surging up against him, sinking his tongue in his mouth and devouring him. Dibu tastes himself on his tongue and whimpers.“God, I love you so much,” Leo breathes into his mouth. “You give yourself so sweetly to me, sweetheart, it's a privilege to have you, to hurt you, to make you come.”Dibu tilts his head pressing sloppy kisses to his cheek, mouth dragging against his chin, his lower lip, his jaw, and Leo lets him, fists a hand into his hair and presses him closer – kind enough to let him worship him as much as he can in the restrained position he’s in. Dibu is sure that if he was free, he'd be on his knees right now, mouth wrapped mindlessly around his cock.“Do you have it? Do you know what you want your reward to be?” “Make you come–” Dibu garbles, lips still pressed to his skin, mind full of his scent as he twists enough to press his nose right under his jaw. “Pl’s, make you come, Leo.”Leo laughs, and Dibu feels the vibrations of it against his lips. “Given up on the pain? We can do that.” His fingers curl around his nape and he tips his head back, giving Dibu more room.Dibu whines, mind staggering under the impossible choice. He wants–he wants– there's something more he wants before this is over, something nebulous that's becoming clearer and clearer as he noses along Leo's neck, sucking worshipfully at his skin, Leo's hand running down his back, making pain bloom through him once more.“The whip–” he gasps, pulling away from Leo’s neck to look at him with wide eyes. A thrill of delicious fear shivering through his nerves. “Leo, the whip–please!”Leo hums, and then he yanks his head down and kisses him again, harsh and insistent. When he pulls away, Dibu's lips sting, and he tastes blood. He licks them clean, his eyes fluttering as he watches Leo turn his back on him once more, watches him go straight for the whip.The sight of it in his hands is something Dibu will not forget anytime soon.“I'll give you six,” Leo rasps, eyes so dark they look black, and Dibu nods frantically. “I'm gonna be gentle, darling. Ah-ha,” he tuts, when Dibu opens his mouth to protest. “I won't need much force to make you scream, love. Trust me.”Dibu does. He looks at him with wide eyes, heart in his mouth.“Your back…” Leo swallows, the pink flush on his cheeks deepening. “Promise me you'll tell me if it's too much.”Dibu nods, even if he knows it won't be. He craves this so much he feels almost faint with it, imagining the glossy black whip slashing against his already sore back, and his cock jerks almost painfully.Leo nods at him and then he’s gone, and Dibu takes a deep breath. He rests his temple against his trembling bicep and lets out a shaky breath, and then he has to bite off a moan when he opens his eyes.Like this – head tilted to the side, looking towards the glass wall – he can see Leo in the reflection of the mirror, can see him widening his stance, the way his eyes are careful and attentive on his back, flicking across his skin as if to find the perfect place. Dibu’s guts twist and lust rushes through him as he catches sight of the sinuous motion of his body as he rears back, the whip glinting in the afternoon light as it arches over his head and then…He can hear the sharp whistling noise it makes as it slices through the air to come crash against his back, the sound making his skin pebble harshly before the pain even hits him. The pain of the first lash is beautiful.It cuts through him, as if the motion of the whip didn't stop at the surface but continued, as if the tail cut through his flesh, sinking through skin and flesh and bone just to emerge on the other side, his nipples pebbling harshly as he lets out a breathless gasp, body spasming violently as he arches desperately.The burning line of pain slices across his skin horizontally, from one shoulder to the middle of his ribs on the other side of his spine.Dibu screams – hips twitching forwards as if to find something to drag his cock against, mindless and out of his control – and then he sobs, his cock throbbing, hole clenching around nothing, vision flashing white as another lash slices across his back, parallel to the first and just a couple centimeters lower, utterly, viciously precise.He can see Leo's motions through the mirror, and he was right, he's not going hard at all but it doesn’t matter. The pain is so exquisitely cutting it feels like being flayed – sharper, more bite than the flogger, reaching deeper – and Dibu's teeth clench so hard his jaw aches as a third one lands beneath the other two, three parallel lines burning across his spine. It feels like someone has taken claws to his back.Leo hesitates a second as if to give him time to catch his breath and yell out a color, but Dibu just lets out a garbled, drawn out moan that's so obscenely wanton the humiliation of it manages to reach him even through the white-hot blaze of pain lighting his body on fire.He goes to his toes, eyes unseeing and lungs empty, as the fourth lash crisscrossed the previous ones, vertically this time, from his shoulder to the bottom of his ribs on the other side of his spine – sparking points of white agony in all the places the whip marks overlap – but Leo is so good, so good, he doesn’t stop. The fifth one comes at an angle, bisecting the horizontal ones as well but also slicing through the tail end of the first vertical one, and he screams as the last swing does as well, until there is what feels like a star – pulsing and hot enough to burn, all jagged points of sparking electrifying pain – nestled to the left of his spine, over his ribs.He doesn't know how he manages to stay upright, his body is almost disconnected from his brain, holding his position on the mere orders from Leo's mouth – At no point should you be hanging by the cuffs, do you understand? – while his mind blanks out, white noise filling his ears.When he comes back to himself, he’s trembling all over – so hard a gust of wind could tip him over the edge, panting like he has run a marathon – and Leo's hands are around his hips once more, the handle of the whip digging into his asscheek as he steadies him."Glorious," Leo rasps, and his voice sounds distorted to his ears, as if he was underwater. “Do you want to come, love?” He presses his mouth to the starburst of white-hot agony nestled against his ribcage, lips scorching hot and tender, and Dibu’s vision goes gray at the edges.He lets out a sobbing yes, mouth falling open as he feels Leo drag the round, thick end of the handle against his asscheek before pressing it to his hole teasingly. He keens, fresh, humiliated tears wetting his cheeks as he feels his open, gaping hole start to give way to the light pressure. His gut twists in arousal at the sharp, bright laugh Leo lets out when he shivers all over, at the idea that maybe he’s going to fuck him with it.He doesn’t. He teases him with it for a moment – Dibu can feel him look down between his spread legs as he pushes the tip of the handle inside, his rim stretching around it, clinging to it hungrily. He can hear Leo’s breath stuttering, and his face goes boiling hot as he bites his lips to keep a plea locked between his teeth. After a second Leo pulls it away, chuckling at his disappointed whine, and walks back in front of him, looking up at him like he wants to eat him alive. Leo hesitates a little, and then he raises the whip gently, ignoring Dibu’s needy, stuttered whine as he sees the gleam of lube on the handle, and then he slides the body of it along his trembling, red cock. Dibu's mouth drops open as he watches precome dripping down his shaft and smearing against the black material, making it gleam. Leo makes a raspy, dark sound of arousal and twists his wrist to loop part of the sinuous tail around his length – once, twice, three times, Dibu’s cock jerking in the slick, silky coil – his free hand coming to clutch at his hip.He pulls. Slowly. Torturously. The drag of the cool leather snaking around his weeping cock sparks like electricity at the base of his spine, the inherent threat of pain clinging to the whip sending him over the edge. His orgasm tears through him like Dibu is made of tissue – as violently piercing as the whip, as hot and wide and overwhelming as the flogger – and he doesn’t make a sound, can’t make a sound. He goes stiff, muscles clenching tight all over his body, eyes wide and unseeing, mouth open in a silent scream. Pleasure ripples through him, catching on the pain and dragging it into its wake. He can feel his cock spasming, come dripping down his thigh, he can vaguely make out the way it splashes against the whip, against Leo’s hipbone, and then he sees nothing at all as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Leo's arms close around his waist once more as his knees buckle, and Dibu’s entire world is made of tortured pleasure.The next couple of minutes are a blur.He’s vaguely aware of the bar being lowered, Leo’s arms wrapped around his waist and keeping him upright as Dibu slumps into him, can feel the muscles in his biceps and torso tensing as he shoulders his weight when his legs give out on him fully. Soon after, his limp arms drop as the ties binding him to the bar are released, hands dangling to his sides, and his head lolls down, cheek coming to rest against Leo’s shoulder. The vibrations of his voice thrum through him from where their chests are pressed together, words indistinguishable but tone warm and soothing and pleased.He whimpers, still twitching and shuddering, his brain misfiring a little and sending him clutching at Leo’s body, and he’s being dragged forwards gently – warm hands pressing to the smooth, unblemished parts of his skin as they help him stagger forwards until he feels the bench press against his legs again, and then they lay him down on it on his belly. He lets out a slow, stuttering sigh, eyes drooping as he presses his cheek to the soft, padded surface, blessedly cool against his boiling skin.Leo’s face swims into his field of vision, flushed red and gorgeous, eyes soft and tender as his hand caresses his cheek, and Dibu’s mind starts slowly emerging from the glorious haze he’d sunk so deep into.“– that, there you are, love.” Leo’s words are intelligible once again, and Dibu hums, blinking slowly at him, his mouth curling into a slow, dazed smile. “ ‘eo,” he mumbles, hand twitching where it’s hanging down from the side of the bench, managing to grasp at Leo’s thigh, where it’s bent as he kneels by his head. “ ‘s good– w’s so good, than’ you,” he slurs, tongue nearly unresponsive, but he needs Leo to understand, to know.Leo leans in and presses his lips to his softly, a whisper of a touch. “Good, Emi, I’m so glad,” he whispers, kissing him once, twice more. Dibu makes a soft, pleased sound. His hand drags against Leo’s skin, clumsy fingers grasping for him, reaching for his cock on pure muscle memory. He closes his trembling fingers around him, and Leo startles.“Shh, darling, don’t worry. I can take care of myself, you just have to–”“Ngh!” Dibu whimpers when he feels him grip his wrist to pull his hand away, and he just tightens his grip, a wave of satisfaction crashing into him as he feels him pulse against his palm, hot and hard and slick with precome. “Let me– I was good, I was– no punishmen’, please,” he slurs, and he looks at him pleadingly, eyes stinging.He was, he’d been good, Leo had promised, he’d said– but Dibu had been good, he hadn’t come, he could–“Alright, you’re right,” Leo says soothingly, carding his hand through his hair. “How do you want me, love?”Dibu is so happy he could purr, his face lighting up with joy. “Inside me, fuck me– ‘m so ready for you, ‘m open, please, want your cock, Leo.”Leo’s face flushes darkly, pupils dilating until they consume the warm brown of his irises. “Fuck,” he whispers, and his cock jerks in Dibu’s loose grasp. Dibu opens his legs, hissing slightly as the motion makes him ache all over, until his legs are spread wide on either side of the bench, knees brushing the floor. Leo makes a bitten off, almost desperate sound, and Dibu thinks that it’s not fair that he should sound like that, that he’d gone so long without Dibu bringing him pleasure, and his eyes sting.Leo strokes his hand through his hair one last time, and then he rises, his cock dragging against Dibu’s palm as it slips out of his loose hold. His fingers brush against his back, whisper-soft and careful as they trace the burning welts between his shoulder blades, down along his spine and over the unblemished skin of his lower back as he positions himself behind him, bracing a knee on the bench between his spread thighs. “Fuck,” he says again as he takes him in – Dibu shivering under his feather-light touch, whimpering and spreading his legs even wider, tilting his hips up – and then his fingers slide between his cheeks and sink inside of him, his touch a continuation of his previous movement, pain and pleasure twisting into each other.His fingers curl inside of him, dragging against his walls as they pull out, and Dibu feels how wet he is, the back of his legs completely drenched, lube gushing out of him as he clenches around his fingers, trying to keep them in. He realizes in breathless eagerness that Leo’s using the lube he fished out of him to slick up his cock, and he moans, open and unashamed and wanton.Leo hunches over him, fingers gripping the edge of the bench right above Dibu’s head, careful not to let his chest touch his marked back as he presses the head of his cock to his hole.“You’re so open for me, Emi, you did such a good job,” he murmurs as he sinks inside of him, and Dibu shudders as he feels his cock stretching him wide, burrowing deeper inside of him. He lets out a soft sound of utter satisfaction as Leo’s hips press firmly to his throbbing ass and he has all of him buried deep inside of him.Leo holds still for a second, but there’s no need. Dibu’s entire body is limp and relaxed, his hole welcomes him inside easily, just clenching weakly around him. The feeling of him stretching him wide makes Dibu stutter an exhale, toes curling as his belly spasms. Leo starts moving and Dibu squeezes his eyes shut, mouth parting in a wrecked, grateful moan as he feels his body rocking gently against the bench, the reddened skin of his stomach and chest dragging against the leather of the padding and burning brightly, the muscles in his back screaming as they flex under hot welts.“Wan’ you,” he slurs, whimpering as Leo fucks him slow and steady, his cock dragging sweetly through his hypersensitive insides, gorgeous, mindmelting pleasure to countebalance the pain. “T-take me, take what’ver you need, please Leo–use me,” he rasps.He gasps, chest heaving and heart starting to pound again when Leo picks up the pace, fucking into him with long, slow thrusts, his cock pulling nearly all the way out before he buries himself back inside of his hole, hips snapping against his ass.Leo groans, going down on an elbow over him, his lips sweet and almost reverent where they press against his nape.“Love you, I love you, you’re perfect,” He moans against his skin. “So good for me, you feel so good–” His words come out raspy and bitten through, and Dibu can feel his cock pulse inside of him.His body is rocking harshly against the bench now, his skin dragging deliciously against the leather, his sore nipples aching fiercely, and Leo is slamming into his prostate, hips ramming into his bruised ass, fucking him and fucking the pain inside of him. Dibu’s body throbs with it, managing, somehow, to tense up as pleasure spirals through his nerves. His back burns, his ass aches, the friction of Leo's cock grinding inside of him lights him up from the inside, and it’s glorious.He’s mourning the fact he cannot get hard again – that he cannot come from this – just as much as he revels in it, revels in being turned into just a warm, willing hole Leo can use to satisfy himself, a toy he can push and pull how he likes. He can make him suffer and make him shake with pleasure, he can do whatever he wants to him.His mouth lolls open around soft, wrecked sounds, garbled moans and pleas as he feels Leo’s fingers twist into his hair, pulling his head back as he starts losing his rhythm, hears him growl and pant over him. He clenches around his cock, reveling in the delicious friction of it and in the broken moan it pulls out of Leo's mouth.“Inside me, please, come–” he pants, words pushed out of him as Leo slams into him, and he lets out a despairing keen when Leo abruptly pulls out, leaving him open and clenching around nothing, feeling empty once again.“Better idea,” Leo gasps, and then Dibu can feel him shuffling closer, knee sliding up the bench until it presses between his open legs, against his open hole, and he can feel the rhythmic drag of his knuckles against his ravaged skin as he wraps his hand around his cock and jerks himself off over his shuddering back. He whimpers, eyes squeezing shut, lust lunging through him as he realizes what Leo is going to do seconds before it happens.Then there’s hot, wet come splashing against his back, over the welts – right where Dibu is sorest, on the starburst pattern carved into his ribs – Leo’s hand is fisting tighter in his hair as he moans and shakes above him, and Dibu goes limp like a ragdoll, arms and legs dangling from the sides of the bench. Satisfaction bursts through him as he feels Leo’s come pooling on his skin, burning like lava – and he’s marking him, marking him deeper than he already has, wrenching a cry out of him when he drags the head oh his cock across his shuddering skin, smearing the last spurt of his orgasm across the crisscrossing whip marks.Leo is trembling above him, panting harshly as his hand comes to clutch at his hip, slick with come. He stumbles a little and tries not to slump on top of him as he lowers his leg to the floor again, and then he bends down over his back to kiss him. The position is awkward and uncomfortable, Dibu’s head dragged back as Leo fights to reach his mouth, slips his tongue between his lips and lets out a short, jagged moan.Dibu revels in it, heart hammering, head floaty and light and filled with cotton – hollowed out in the best of ways, like everything that is not pleasure and contentment and bliss has been carved out of him. He smiles, eyes fluttering closed as Leo keeps kissing him.  He lets out a happy sigh, snuggling deeper into the couch. The sun is lower in the sky, sending golden beams of light scattering through the wide windows, making the motes of dust in the air glow like small glittering stars. He follows their dancing paths with heavy-lidded eyes, cheek pressed to his forearm and head turned to the side as he breathes slowly.They are in the living room, Leo having helped him to his feet and then basically towed him to the wide couch, panting heavily as Dibu had rested almost all his weight on him – head lolling to the side and legs uncooperative as he shuffled sleepily where Leo wanted to put him. It had been funny, Dibu remembers sniggering into Leo’s hair as he’d muttered a curse when his elbow had banged against a doorframe as he maneuvered his nearly limp body around. He also remembers how gentle he'd been even as he'd been panting, red-faced, while he laid him out on his front on the soft cushions. He hums, lips twitching in a dazed grin. He’s still floating, endorphins flowing through his veins, head empty and light as he listens to Leo puttering in the kitchen. His back aches and stings, still a little damp from where Leo had carefully, gently wiped at his skin with a soft towel that had felt rough as burlap, and the breeze coming in through the open window is a pleasant contrast to how hot his skin feels. He hums again under his breath as the mellow, warm pain laps at him rhythmically, like waves licking at the beach. He smiles.The pain is manageable now, almost halved already from what it had felt like when he was still hanging from the bar, from how overwhelming it had been while Leo fucked him. He’s a little sad about that.He doesn’t get to wallow about it for too long, though, because Leo is back, a tray in his hands Dibu cannot see the contents of from his sprawled out position on the couch. He is dressed once more, baggy shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt making him look like he’s just come back from the beach. Dibu dazedly wonders what it would take to make him take them off again. He wants naked cuddles. Leo kneels by his head, setting the tray on the glass coffee table distractedly, his eyes fixed on him. As soon as his hands are free he shuffles closer and his fingers sink back into his hair, thumb rubbing gently at his temple as he looks at him attentively.“You didn’t miss me too much, did you?” he murmurs, lips quirking up at the corner. “I didn’t have time to set this up before… I’ll do better next time.”Dibu smiles slowly up at him, turning his cheek into his palm, joy bubbling up inside of him now that he is close enough to touch once more. “Missed you,” he mumbles. “But I always do. ’m good Leo.”Leo hums, eyes soft and warm. “I don’t like leaving you alone when you’re like this. And you shouldn’t be alone.” He shakes his head lightly, banishing the hint of self-recrimination from his tone before Dibu has to open his mouth and do it for him. “But nevermind that. How are you, how is your back?”Dibu pouts. “It feels better already,” he says, and he can hear how grumpy his voice sounds. He closes his eyes, pressing his cheek against the soft cushion and smiling when Leo laughs.“Incorrigible,” Leo mutters, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of his nose and making Dibu’s face scrunch up at the tickling feeling. “What am I gonna do with you?”“Mngh. Kiss me properly, for a start,” Dibu mutters, eyes still closed. He makes a low sound of satisfaction as Leo does, finger under his chin to tilt his head up as his mouth slots over his gently, lips moving languidly in a sweet, slow kiss. “Whatever you want, love” he breathes against his lips. He draws back after a while, and Dibu licks his lips, eyes fluttering open. “What’s on there?” he asks, tilting his head towards the coffee table.“I’ll show you,” Leo says, and then he twists his body, staying kneeling right by Dibu’s head as he reaches for the tray. When he turns back, there’s a glass in his hand, filled with a bright and cheery yellow liquid, a red straw poking over the rim. “Pineapple juice. You said you liked it, right?”Dibu’s makes a confused sound. Leo had made him drink already in the gym, as soon as Dibu’s body hadn’t been a puddle of melted muscles and bones, he’d settled him somewhat upright and cupped a hand at his nape, holding his head steady as he pressed the neck of a bottle to his parched lips.“Trust me, Emi, you need this. Gotta get your blood sugar up again,” Leo says, bringing the glass closer, fingers fiddling with the straw to slip it between his lips.As soon as the first splash of tangy, sweet liquid hits his tongue, Dibu’s mouth waters, eyes going wide. He sucks at the straw, eyelids fluttering, and it’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, bright and cool and sating something inside of him his body had been crying out for. Leo tilts the glass, making sure he’s not sucking in air as the juice level rapidly lowers, and then the straw is making loud, slurping sounds as it rattles against the empty glass. He reaches forwards when Leo pulls it away, mouth parting as he licks his lips and looks up to ask for more.Leo kisses him, tongue flicking out to lap up the last drop clinging to his lower lip, and then he pulls back, smiling. “Wait a little, I’ll give you more later. Now… Let me take care of your back.”Dibu nods sleepily, watching curiously through lowered lashes as Leo grabs a round pot of what looks like lotion and unscrews the cap, dipping his fingers in to scoop up a generous dollop. Leo makes a soft warning noise, reaching out with his free hand to slip his free hand in his, and then his slick fingers brush against his back, cool and light. Dibu shivers, a small, bitten off sound falling past his lips as he feels Leo’s touch trace along his welts, spreading a thin film of lotion on his hot skin. “Hurts?” he whispers.“Noooo…” Dibu sighs. It doesn’t. It aches pleasantly and burns a little, but Leo is being so careful and light that he can barely feel any added pain on top of the gentle pulsing already present. “ ‘s good. C’n go harder ‘f you need to,” he mumbles, mind going hazy again as Leo massages the pain deeper into his flesh. He makes a soft noise of satisfaction. Leo hums, and then his touch turns a little more tangible, making Dibu shudder happily. He works over his back and then his ass, thorough and gentle, until every inch of welted and bruised flesh is covered. The lotion sinks into Dibu’s skin, cooling the burning sensation until it’s almost gone, a little like it had been just a sunburn in need of some moisture. Dibu is satisfied by the fact that the deeper ache of it remains. “There we go,” Leo breathes, sounding pleased as he wipes his hand on his clothed thigh and slips his finger from Dibu’s loose grasp. “Now, this is gonna be a little cold. Don’t tense up too much, you’ll get used to it quickly,” he warns.Dibu hums in understanding, watching him retrieve a couple of flat cold-packs and then twisting a bit to see him place them slowly over him – one over his upper back and the other on his ass, fingers pressing on the edges of the stiff material until the heat of Dibu’s skin softens them, molding them to the curves of his body. Dibu shudders as a cold, damp feeling spreads through him, sinking into his flesh, and then he lets out a gasp that’s part relief and part disappointment. His mind clears a little, abruptly but not unpleasantly.“Do I really need it?” he mumbles, shivering faintly. “It doesn’t hurt that much. I don’t feel–” he harrumps, trying to find the right words. “–hurt. It hurts, but I don't feel hurt. Does that make sense?”Leo laughs gently, settling more comfortably next to the sofa, sitting on the floor and pressing his side to the edge. He lays his arm over the armrest above Dibu’s head, bending his elbow to keep stroking his hair. His face is closer like this, Dibu could reach his mouth just by leaning forwards. “No, that makes sense. I didn’t go all that hard, there’s not a lot of damage, but this should help with the slight swelling. Nothing bad would happen if we didn’t cool it down, but it will heal quicker like this.”Dibu makes an incredulous sound. “You didn’t go hard? What–?” he tilts his head back to look Leo in the eyes. That wasn’t hard? He shivers, his cock twitching at the idea.Leo smirks at him. “No, I didn't. It felt hard, I have no doubt about it, but that’s why I warmed you up. You get more with less that way, and moderate force can go a long way with flogging. If you do it right, it hurts much more than the damage it causes. It’s almost like…” He tilts his head to the side, looking at him thoughtfully. “Mh, how to put it… A papercut can hurt more than slashing your hand open, for example. And I stopped before I left marks that would last longer.” Leo cups the side of his face and looks at him steadily. “In any case, you’ll be in tip top shape in two days, give or take. Maybe a couple of days longer until the whip marks are fully gone. The bruises on your ass are the ones that will take longer to heal, but you already know about that,” he grins.Dibu just looks at him with wide eyes. The idea is… While he’d been laying on his belly on the bench – all dazed and overwhelmed as Leo prepared to help him to his feet to bring him here – he’d been sure that, no matter how good it had been and how much Dibu wanted to do it again, soon , this wasn’t something he’d get to have often. Two or three times a year, maybe, when he had long stretches of time without playing. He had imagined he’d take a while to heal from this, had almost been looking forward to it. But if the flogger hurt that good , and its marks were practically gone in a couple of days… He could have it more often. He could have it if he had a week’s break, or maybe even just four days – the longest he and Leo usually managed to spend together during the regular season outside of national duty, when their schedules aligned perfectly. He realizes he’s breathing harshly.“W–why then did you…” he stutters, brain scrambling madly. He wants to ask Leo how soon they can do this again, but he bites the need back. He feels more coherent now, and he wants to know how Leo is feeling. He’d said yellow, and Dibu won’t ask for more before he knows why.Leo smiles at him. “Wait a second,” he murmurs, twisting to the side to reach for the tray again. He comes back with a white ceramic bowl in his hands, filled with chunks of fruit – square cubes of melon and pineapple, red berries and cut-in-half cherries with the pit taken out. He settles the bowl into his lap and picks up a strawberry, bright red and gleaming with condensation, hooking his fingertips behind the stem to pull them away from the fruit and bringing it to Dibu’s mouth.Dibu’s heart flutters and he grins in delight as he reaches forwards and bites into it, sweetness bursting on his tongue. It's cold and delicious, and Dibu's eyes widen as he feels a gush of juice dribble out the corner of his mouth. He makes a sound of warning, but Leo is already there, thumb swiping across his chin and then brought up to his mouth, where he sucks it clean. Dibu relaxes, chewing on the juicy strawberry and raising a questioning eyebrow.“Blood sugar, Emi,” Leo murmurs, picking up a couple of cherries and popping them in his mouth. “Also, I wanna spoil you,” he mumbles around them, and Dibu cannot help but stare at the way they stain his lips red. Leo settles back, bending one leg at the knee and propping his elbow on it, his hand dangling over the bowl in his lap as he stares down at it contemplatively. He ends up choosing a chunk of melon, smiling as he reaches out to press it to his lips. Dibu’s eyes flutter closed as he accepts the offering, warmth and contentment rushing through him, and a little niggle of embarrassed pleasure at being hand-fed like this.“About the safeword,” Leo murmurs, the tips of his fingers brushing against his lower lip as he feeds him a blueberry. Dibu’s focus sharpens, but the fact that they are eating while having this conversation kind of settles him, prevents him from getting too anxious. He wonders if Leo had done it on purpose. He nudges Leo’s hand with his chin, smiling at him.Leo smiles back. “Any bad feeling about that?”Dibu frowns. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?” he asks. He wonders if there’s something he’s supposed to be doing, actually. He’s pretty sure that if their positions were reversed, Leo wouldn’t be lounging, all relaxed, on a couch. He’d be taking care of him. Dibu is ashamed to admit that, while he had known in a nebulous way that the safewords weren’t just for him, it had taken hearing that word fall from Leo’s lips to realize what it meant. That Leo could be pushed past his limits as well, that he could end up getting hurt doing this, mentally or emotionally if not physically. He shuffles closer to the edge of the sofa, reaching out to curl his fingers into Leo’s shorts, needing to touch him, reassure himself that he’s ok.Leo laughs, warm and bright, before leaning down to peck at his lips, sweet and short. He tastes like pineapple. “I am ok, Emi. I promise.”Dibu looks at him, taking in the relaxed cast of his features, the affection and ease shining brightly in his eyes. He relaxes. “Good, then. Can you tell me why–? So that I don’t do whatever it is again,” he whispers. “I think it was asking f-for. Uhm. Harder?” He flushes a little, remembering how desperately and unselfconsciously he’d been begging. But that… Leo doesn’t seem to mind, usually, when Dibu begs for harder. He likes it. Was it fear about hurting him? He’d thought so, before, but with Leo’s explanation of how he hadn’t actually been going as hard it had felt at the time… Dibu is at a loss.Leo’s eyes crinkle at the corner, and he looks touched, mouth parting lightly as he looks at him. “It wasn’t… It wasn’t something you did, per se. It was the circumstances in which you did it. There are some things I'm fine with letting you beg for even if I know I'm not gonna give them to you. And, to be fair,” he smirks, offering him another strawberry. “I often end up giving them to you, you make me want to give you everything.”Dibu flushes warmly at that, his belly tightening. “I love you,” he mumbles as he chews on the delicious fruit.Leo grins at him, his free hand curling into his hair once more, nails scratching gently at his scalp. “I know,” he says teasingly, and then he yelps out a laugh as Dibu bites the tip of his fingers in retaliation before he manages to pull it away from his mouth. “Careful there, love. I am not on the menu.”Dibu squints his eyes at him, lips twitching in a smile. “You’re stalling, Leo,” he says.Leo snorts. “You’re impatient today. Where is my sweet little Emi, who floats away and is all quiet and obedient?” he mocks gently, flicking the tip of his nose.“I’ll give you sweet little Emi if you don’t get on with it, you asshole,” Dibu mutters, grinning widely at him.“Ok, ok. We got grumpy Emi today, it seems,” he mutters, and then he clears his throat, expression becoming quietly serious once more. Dibu’s heart clenches in his chest as he stares at his face. He’s so beautiful, the slanting light pouring in from the windows drawing a white glow over the bridge of his nose, glinting on his lips. Dibu could look at him forever.“As I was saying, I like it when you beg. I like to be able to decide what I give you and what I don’t, leave you wondering.” Dibu shivers at that. Hearing Leo put into words what he does to him – especially when it’s the less overtly explicit, more nuanced aspects of it – always leaves him breathless. “But I wasn't gonna give you harder than that, not the first time, and I felt it was unfair to tease you with it. I wanted you to know it so that you could.. set your expectations. There were a lot of new things to get used to, I wanted to make sure you knew what you were gonna get.” His voice is slow and mellow, his gaze almost distant, as if he was remembering the moment in question. “You were down so deep, Emi, I know that would communicate it to you clearly, when your brain was dribbling out of your ears.” His gaze focuses again, and his lips twitch at Dibu’s reaction to that gentle jab. “And, honestly… I didn't feel like going harder, the first time.”Dibu blinks, taking that in. He searches through his memory – pain-tinged, ecstatic flashes of recollection that make him shudder, his cock twitching where it’s trapped between his belly and the sofa – and he remembers abruptly that Leo had tried to tell him a couple of times. He flushes.“Ok,” he whispers. “I understand. Many and varied reasons.”Leo smiles. “Mh. And not your fault.” He feeds him some more pineapple.Dibu smiles, relieved. “Ok. But… Do you want me to hold back? When we play like that, I mean. I don't want to be too much.”“You could never, ever be too much, Emi. You can ask for too much, but I can just say no. And I love it when you beg. I love watching you shudder and whimper under what I give you, and ask for more and more. It's hot.” He grips his chin between his fingers, tilting his head up. Dibu swallows. “Even when what you're asking is not something I'm comfortable giving you... the idea of it is hot. It just wasn’t something I felt like playing with today.”Dibu nods, heat coiling in his belly. If Leo doesn’t stop talking like that, he thinks he might actually manage to get hard again. He tenses his back, breath catching as a wave of prickling, soft pain ripples through him, and then there’s no might about it, his cock is filling up. He bites his lip. He gets pulled out of his daze by Leo’s soft sound of contemplation.“I think that some of the things you ask for might be hotter in concept than in reality, actually. I doubt you'd really enjoy being whipped within an inch of your life,” Leo says, grinning down at him as he bites into a cherry. The bowl in his lap is almost empty.Dibu hums, thinking about that. “Yeah probably,” he admits. “But today… It wasn’t too much, I could have taken more. I could feel it. The pain…” He swallows, face turning red. Leo is looking at him, eyes careful and dark, his thumb swiping across his cheekbone. “It kinda expanded my mind, filled it with something new. And I felt that there was more space yet. A lot more.” He swallows, pressing his cheek into Leo’s hand and looking up at him, gauging his reaction.Leo tilts his head to the side. “Mh. We could play with that. We could find your limits, if you’d like.”Dibu’s breath hitches in his chest, and he nods furiously, cheek dragging against the cushion under his head. God, he wants that. He flexes his back just to feel the pull of it, skin tightening under the cold packs which, by this point, have turned room-temperature. It already hurts less than it had even twenty minutes before. “It would be better, I think, if we start with that as an objective. Mh. I have an idea, actually,” Leo murmurs, and Dibu’s eyes go wide. Leo laughs. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ll not be seeing a whip for at least five days. We need to know how long it takes you to heal up fully before we even think about that,” he scolds gently.Dibu pouts and closes his eyes. “Whatever you say, Leo,” he sighs. His eyelids are heavy.“I like when you say that,” Leo quips, and Dibu snorts. “Will you be ok for a couple of minutes? I need to go get my phone.”“Mh-mh. What for?”“Need to cancel our reservations. You’ll have to suffer through my cooking once ag– Oh, no wait. I have a couple of frozen pizzas in the freezer.”Dibu’s eyes snap open, and he makes a sound of protest, fingers finsting into Leo’s shorts and pulling him back down as he makes to get on his feet. Leo lets out a oomph – Dibu is strong enough to jostle him around even while laying on his belly – and he looks down at him with a raised elbow. “What is it? You almost made me drop the bowl,” he murmurs.“Don’t,” Dibu says. “Don’t cancel the reservation. I wanna go out.”Leo looks at him incredulously. His eyes flit from his face to his back, to his ass and then back to his face. “Are you mad?” he asks breathlessly.Dibu grins his maddest grin. “Yup. I wanna go out. It doesn’t hurt much anymore, and what little remains, I enjoy.” Also, the idea of walking around with whip marks under his clothes is so hot it makes his brain melt. He imagines his back pressing against the chair, sore nipple rubbing against his shirt. He imagines walking through a crowd with Leo’s touch branded into his skin. He shivers, eyes going heavy-lidded.“You are. You actually are mad,” Leo laughs, slumping back against the sofa. He grabs the last lone blueberry from the bowl and flicks it against his cheek. “No wait, you’re not mad. You’re just a kinky bastard.”Dibu laughs, face burning. “Guilty as charged,” he grins. “What do you say, my love. I’m gonna take a nap and then we’ll get ready. You’re gonna bring me to the fanciest restaurant you know and I’ll be squirming across the table from you, thinking about what you did to me.”Leo’s pupils widen. “That sounds like a date,” he says, voice raspy. He licks his lower lip, eyes hot and dark on him. “It seems fun. For me,” he smirks, biting into the last strawberry.Dibu fists his hand into his shirt and pulls him down, enjoying the way his eyes go wide and he flails a little when Dibu reaches up to bite the strawberry right out of his mouth before their lips crash together.Dibu moans, pushing his tongue inside his mouth and feeling sweet juice trickling down their chins as Leo laughs against his lips.He needs to do this more often, Leo and strawberries is a truly delicious combo.

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Leo had been right, Dibu was surprised to discover a couple of days later. Not because he didn’t trust him – Leo was usually right about these things – but because it had seemed kind of impossible that he could go from all that pain to feeling right as rain in such a short period of time.The marks from the flogger on his back had faded completely by the second day, just as Leo had predicted. The ones on his chest and on his belly had almost disappeared by that same evening, and had been completely gone the morning after. His skin is back to his usual pale color and the pain is almost nonexistent – except for when Dibu really tries to bring it back to the surface. He’d made the most of it while it lasted, though. He’d begged Leo to fuck him on his back just the day after. Leo had obliged him, pulling him to his knees and then pushing him down, making him sprawl on the floor – sharp waves of pain washing over him as his sore back dragged against the rough, prickling carpet with every single powerful thrust, Leo’s hips snapping against the fresh bruises on his ass and high on the back of his thighs as he fucked him fast and rough, exactly how he wanted it, how he craved it– and he’d come so hard he’d blacked out for a moment.Leo had teased him for it, of course, and then he’d rolled him on his belly and kissed every single mark he’d left on him, spreading more lotion on the newly irritated welts despite Dibu’s slurred request to let him feel them for longer.The last remaining traces of what happened are the fading purplish bruises on his ass, so different than the ones that Leo’s hands usually leave – linear and regular instead of splotchy and grouped together in smudged handprints, but just as fascinating – and the six whiplashes on his upper back, which have faded into faint pink marks only now, four days later. The crisscrossing shape Leo had drawn on his ribcage is the only thing that’s still a little more visible, the dull, soft ache of it incredibly arousing still – so much so that, if he doesn’t pay attention to what he’s doing, Dibu finds himself leaning against the back of his chair, or a doorframe, or Leo’s chest sometimes – trying to bring the fading sensation back. He also finds his arm twisting behind his back almost on instinct, at times, to press his fingertips to the starburst center, tracing the lines of it though his shirt with his fingertips.They’ll be long, long gone by the time Dibu is back in England. He tries not to mind it too much, but it would have been nice to bring the marks back with him, proof that it hadn’t been a dream – something hot and sweet to remember Leo by when he’ll be alone in bed again at night.He shakes his head to dispel that last bittersweet thought. He’s once again in the gym – it had taken him a couple of days before he could even look inside the room without getting so hard he’d felt dizzy. The first time he’d tried training again after that afternoon, he’d lasted approximately ten minutes before he’d given up and gone in search of Leo. When he’d found him he’d wasted no time in wrestling him out of his clothes while Leo laughed at his frantic movements and then he’d wrapped his mouth around his cock, ravenous and graceless as he sank to his knees and swallowed him down until he got what he wanted – Leo panting and groaning as he fucked his mouth, his hands yanking at his hair and then wrapped tight around his throat as pulled him off and came all over his face.This time, he manages half an hour, just enough to get through his routine lightning quick. Once he’s done, he looks around properly for the first time. The mirror is back in his right place, the bench as well. The rolling counter is once more set to the side against a wall, the flat surface empty and gleaming. The scratch marks he’d carved into the padded mat under the pull up bar are still visible, making him flush faintly as he dries himself off, but apart from that, everything looks back to normal.Except… He lets out a curse as he trips on something as he makes his way to the door. He looks down, eyebrows raising and his flush deepening when he sees what his foot had caught on. Stuck between the legs of the leg press machine, he spies the long handle and pommelled end of the flogger, black leather blending in with the black metal. He bends down and picks it up, careful not to let the tails snag on anything.So, that’s where it had gone. He remembers that evening, they’d been dressing up for dinner and Leo had mumbled something about not finding it while he’d been putting everything back. He’d dropped it during the scene, and they had both been too taken with one another to notice it rolling out of view. Leo had teased him about being too distracting, promising he was going to look for it in the morning. He clearly had forgotten, and so had Dibu, until this moment.He examines the flogger carefully, happy to see that nothing seems out of place, nothing broken or damaged, just a small coating of dust on the long tresses. He stares at his fingers as they close around the handle, heat prickling under his skin as he shifts his grip and feels the leather drag against his palm. It’s lighter than he expected.He shakes himself out of his stupor and heads towards the kitchen, beelining for the sink once he reaches it. He’d watched Leo clean the other flogger and the paddle last time, so he has a vague idea of what to do. He grabs a clean towel and runs it through the tails carefully, making sure to brush off all the dust he can see, and then he opens the tap and lets it run until steam starts to rise from the bottom of the basin. He goes looking for a clean cloth and then wets it, hissing slightly at the temperature the water had managed to reach, before squeezing it almost dry and running it along the lengths, repeating the action as many times as needed and making sure to clean each one.Once he’s done, he hangs it from one of the kitchen hooks, watching as the small breeze blowing through the open french windows makes the tails swing gently in the air. Curiosity swells in his chest as he stares at the slow, hypnotizing movements, but he has to wait to satisfy it until the flogger has dried.He pours himself a glass of juice from the fridge as he waits impatiently. It shouldn’t take long, he’d been careful not to wet it too much, scared of ruining the beautiful instrument.He realizes his ears are straining to pick up the sounds of steps coming closer, and he laughs at himself under his breath, feeling a spark of mischievous excitement running through his veins. Leo is somewhere outside, he’d told him he was gonna sunbathe a while, but Dibu hadn’t felt up to joining him– too lazy to bother with the full body sunscreen coverage that necessitated to make sure the sun wasn't gonna set back the almost complete healing of his fading welts. Leo was very careful about that. He pays closer attention, listening for the noise of splashing water or bare feet padding over the wooden boards outside, but the only sounds he hears are the chirping of birds and the whistling of the wind through the leaves of the trees. He hopes Leo hasn’t actually fallen asleep, he’ll look like a lobster otherwise in the evening.Once he’s sure there’s no movement, he grins to himself, pushing away from the kitchen island to go check on the flogger. It’s dry, the leather shining under the bright light of the late afternoon. He takes it down, shivering as he feels the tails brush against his calf, faintly warm, and he remembers the feeling of them coming down on his back – how hot they had felt, like fire. He runs his fingers through the medium-wide tresses, studying the difference between how soft the flatter ones are and the harder, more rigid feel of the braided ones. It’s beautiful. It makes want and a sort of trepidant eagerness spark in the pit of his stomach.There’s something there that scares him a little as much as it entices him – the promise of gorgeous pain and twisted pleasure. The sliver of fear feels good, makes his skin prickle and his heart race, and as he keeps staring at it, he realizes that he needs more space. He wants to try it out, and the last thing he needs are the tails tangling on the back of a chair and making it crash noisily to the ground. He’s sure Leo wouldn’t mind him having a bit of fun with it, but there’s something in Dibu’s brain that tells him this isn’t his . Not his to touch and to handle, not his place . But he’s too curious.Once he reaches the wide open space in the living room he lets his arms spread wide, listening attentively to the rustling noise the flogger makes as the tails brush against each other. He swings it lightly from side to side before making a tentative whipping motion, watching the shining black leather fan through the air. He frowns. That wasn’t right, the tails had just kind of flopped back midway through his swing and hit the back of his hand, looking sluggy and slow, nothing like what he’d seen them do in Leo’s hands. He repeats the motion, quicker, and that looks better, but there’s still something missing. Maybe he’s holding it wrong? He shifts his grip a little, noting how perfectly balanced the flogger is, the heavy pommel on the end of the handle making a perfect counterbalance to the long tails. He swings his arm in front of his chest, from left to right, following the path that the twisting leather draws through the air. Better, but still not good enough. He knows that there has to be some technique to this, some skill needed, but for some reason he’d been certain he could pick it up in no time. That was probably a stupid assumption. He furrows his brows and then closes his eyes, trying to remember how Leo had done it. He has to breathe past the knot of arousal forming in his stomach, mouth going dry as a flash of an image of Leo’s fingers curled tight around the same handle pressing into his palm slams into him.With his eyes still closed, he tries again. And again. He’s not using more force, just trying to speed up to see if that's where he's going wrong, but even without seeing, he knows he’s not doing it right.A soft laugh startles him, and his eyes snap open, head jerking up as his next attempt spirals out of control, tailends snapping at his ankle and making him wince. He sees Leo leaning against the doorway, looking at him with raised eyebrows. His skin shines – sweat and sunscreen – a pink flush on the bridge of his nose and the top of his cheek. He looks like he’d enjoyed his sleepy afternoon, his entire body loose and relaxed, eyes at half mast and mouth hitching up in a small smile.He looks so good that it takes his breath away, and a couple of seconds pass before Dibu realizes what situation he’s been caught in. He flushes abruptly, his lips quirking up in a sheepish smile. “Hi,” he says, fighting the urge to hide the flogger behind his back like a child caught being naughty. “What are you doing?” Leo asks, pushing off the doorway to walk towards him. His eyes are crinkled in a smile, and he’s bare chested, the waistband of his bright orange shorts clinging low to his hips. Dibu wonders how the hell he manages to make the color suit him, but he does. “I found it! It rolled under something in the gym,” he says, waggling the flogger in front of him. He tries with all his might not to stare too noticeably at the drop of sweat making its way down Leo’s chest as he walks closer, gleaming in the hollow of his hipbone before disappearing behind the waistband of the hideously bright shorts. He swallows, tearing his gaze away.“Good. I had forgotten to go look for it, sorry. But what were you doing?”Dibu fights against an embarrassed grin. Leo had caught him looking very silly – eyes closed and whipping the air with what was, probably, atrocious technique. “Was curious,” he mumbles, tightening his fingers around the handle.Leo tilts his head, smile widening, and then he nods to himself. He closes the distance between them and reaches forwards, taking the flogger from his hand. “That motion was all wrong. Here, let me show you,” he says, and then he walks behind him so that they have the same point of reference. Dibu can feel his breath brush against his shoulder blade, his skin shivering pleasantly.“Oh? You’re gonna teach me?” Dibu teases, a thrill of delight making him bounce on the ball of his feet. He likes where this is going. He can feel the warmth of Leo’s palm settling on the curve of his hip, fingers squeezing affectionately, and he leans back into him a little.“Sure.” Leo’s smile is audible, and he takes a small step to the side so that he’s less behind him, more next to him. He takes his right hand and places the handle into his palm, making him close his fingers around it. “Ok, hold it like this.”Dibu watches attentively as Leo rearranges the position of his hand, touch gentle but firm as he makes him shift his grip until he’s curling all but his pointer finger around the handle, the base of his palm a couple centimeters from the pommel at the end. He nudges at his index finger, making him extend it along the length, pointed towards the base of the tails. “You have more control like this. Use this finger here to make the flick faster or harder.” he murmurs, tapping his fingertip against the knuckle of his pointer finger. “Got it?”Dibu nods, relaxing his grip and stretching his fingers a little before he tries the hold again. “Mh. Relax, let your wrist be looser. Your hand is going to hurt after a while if you keep it that tense.” Leo’s fingertips brush against the inside of his wrist, and Dibu can feel himself loosen under his touch. The weight of Leo’s gaze on him is almost tangible, steady and piercing as he practices the hold a couple of times, and he preens when he hears him let out a pleased murmur after he’s managed it perfectly three times. “I’m very good at handling things,” he says pointedly, squeezing the leather handle suggestively, looking at Leo from the corner of his eyes and smirking as he sees him roll his eyes with a groan. “Aw, come on! You served me that on a silver platter!”Leo laughs, his face a little pink, and shakes his head. “Now, no mouthing off. Or being horny. This is teaching time,” he scolds him, but he cannot keep his lips from curving into a smile.Dibu schools his face in the perfect mask of serious attentiveness. “Sure thing. Now, show me how to handle a whip, Mister Messi.”Leo groans. “Oh for– First of all, don’t call me that. Second, it’s a flogger, not a whip, because it has more than one tail– aaand you’re doing it on purpose,” he sighs when Dibu sniggers at him.Dibu grins and shrugs. “What can I say? It gets me all hot and bothered when you correct me. And when you teach me,” he waggles his eyebrows at him. Leo shakes his head ruefully. “You’re incorrigible.”“You just corrected me!”“And it didn’t do me any good, did it?”Dibu snickers. He has to give him that. “Ok, ok, I’m serious now. How do I make it make the whistling noise?”Leo mouths the whistling noise to himself and then his eyes clear. “Is that what you were trying to do?”“Yeah. It sounds really cool.” And really hot.Leo snorts. “It kinda does, doesn’t it?”“Yeah. Very Indiana Jones.”“That one is a whip as well,” Leo says, his tone faintly judgy.Dibu groans, throwing his hands up in the air. “Oh my god you’re a pedant. I cannot believe it.” He waves the flogger around incredulously.Leo laughs. “I’m not! It’s just… things have their proper name, Dibu!”“Yeah, that’s what a pedant would say!”“Oh, for fuc–” Leo takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I’m gonna smother you. Shut up, asshole, do you want to learn how to make the whistling noise or not?” His tone is fondly mocking.Dibu smiles at him innocently. “Of course! I don’t know what’s taking so long.”Leo closes his eyes tightly as if he’s counting to ten and then decides to ignore him, making Dibu smirk.“Ok. For the whistling noise you need strength and speed. Which,” he says, pointing at him, “it’s generally not how you start. You want to ramp up to that.” He takes the flogger from his hands and steps to the side, making sure Dibu is not in his range of motion. His body settles into a loose but steady stance, legs slightly spread, knees bending a little. He’s not facing the direction he’s going to aim at head on, his hips and legs turned slightly to the side.“The whole movement is a wave. Kind of like a figure eight. It starts at the shoulder, then you let it travel down your arm as you twist your waist and end with a flick of the wrist.” He mimes the motion of his body, knees bending a little more as he twists, exactly how he’s said. “The arm doesn't move too much, your elbow should stay pretty close to your waist. The bigger the arm movement, the stronger the hit.” He shows him, swinging his arm in a smooth motion, and ending with a snap of the wrist that sends the tails curling through the air in an elegant snap. “The strikes should be horizontal or diagonal, don't try going vertical yet, that’s more complicated.” He demonstrates it. “Also, this way you can link one movement into the next instead of starting each one separately. It’s easier to do this with this one, it’s longer and softer. And part of the whistling is also the end of the tails snapping back onto themselves.” He repeats the motion, swinging his arm wider, and then wider still on the next one, showing him how the arch of the tails gets bigger every time. “Now add speed...” Dibu swallows as he stares at Leo’s bicep flexing, the way his body sways with the movement as the flogger slices through the air with a soft whistling noise. The crisp snap at the end makes his hair stand on end and he swallows drily.It’s incredibly hot. He’d been too busy drowning in pleasure-pain under the lashes last time, to appreciate the way Leo’s legs are planted wide, the twist of his hips as he puts his back into the swings. Leo does it one more time – the sound sending shivers of fond remembrance dancing along Dibu’s nerves – and then he flicks his wrist up and opens his fingers as soon as the wave shudders through the length of the flogger, making the tails slap against his palm and the handle and closing his hand around them both. He holds it out to him. “Your turn.”Dibu blinks, clearing his throat and pointedly not looking at Leo’s amused, knowing expression. He weighs the flogger in his hand and then nods, curling his fingers around the handle how Leo had shown him. He tries imitating Leo’s stance, but he must not do it properly because Leo’s hands land on his hips as he steps behind him once again, kicking softly at the inside of his right foot to make him spread his legs wider, fingers flexing on his hip bones as he makes him twist his waist slightly. “Relaxed,” he murmurs. “Bend your knees a little. It’s a whole body movement, if you’re stiff here, the motion is gonna come out all staggered instead of smooth.”Dibu bites back the smartass retort about how stiff he is. Especially with Leo’s hands on his body, touching him proprietarily and directing him how he pleases. Once Leo is sure he’s got it, he gives him an approving smile.Dibu returns it, and then he makes a fake offended noise when Leo takes a comically big step back. “Don’t you trust me?” he asks, widening his eyes.“Your first time handling a whip? Not particularly, no.”“It's a flogger,” Dibu replies immediately, and then he grimaces as Leo laughs at him. “Look! You’ve turned me into a pedant too. And it’s not nice to set traps like that,” he pouts.Leo shrugs idly. “C’mon, show me,” he says.Dibu settles himself into the practiced stance. His first attempt is somehow worse than what he’d been doing before Leo had talked him through it, and he grimaces, looking at his hand like it has personally betrayed him. The second one is better, and the third one manages to have a little of that biting snap Leo was talking about. He experiments a bit, making his motions wider and narrower, changing the speed as he gets used to the way the flogger moves in his hands. “Oh, this is fun,” he laughs, raising his gaze to look for Leo. His next swing is aborted midway through, though, when he sees the expression on Leo’s face. His eyes are intent on him, dark and a little wide, and his teeth gleam as he bites his lower lip and looks back at him. “That’s good,” he says. His voice is soft but there’s heat there. He blinks and his expression returns to normal, lips stretching into a wide smile. “That looked good! Try for the whistle. Put a little more snap into the wrist flick and push your arm forwards a bit.”Dibu swallows, his shorts suddenly tight, his body reacting instinctively to that brief look in Leo’s eyes. “Mh-mh,” he mumbles, and then he shakes his head and turns around, doing as he’s been told. It takes him three more tries to manage, but when he does he lets out a holler, thrusting the flogger in the air in victory. He grins excitedly at Leo and does it again, feeling the movement flow through him like a wave – exactly like Leo had told him it should – and his skin prickles as the whistle of the leather cuts through the air again. He points the flogger to Leo’s chest and laughs.“I am Indiana Jones,” he crows, and Leo laughs and comes closer, wrapping an arm around him and reaching up on his tiptoes to kiss him. Dibu bends down and lifts him up by his thighs, kissing him still as he twirls him around, enjoying the way Leo laughs against his mouth.“You are Indiana Jones,” he agrees, chuckling, when Dibu puts him down and beams at him.“When did you learn to do this?” he asks curiously, gripping both the tails and the handle in the same hand, like Leo had done, and admiring the dull shine of the leather. He’d been too turned on to wonder about it the last couple of times the topic had been relevant.“When you asked me for a whip,” Leo says, running a hand up his back affectionately.Dibu tilts his head in confusion. “What?”“Don’t you remember? We were talking about hitting, and you brought up whips? You were kinda joking but not really, and I thought I’d better know what the fuck I was doing if you actually ended up wanting more.”Dibu blinks at him, startled. His chest is warm and he feels himself flushing at Leo’s words. “You learned it for me?” he breathes. He’d known he had bought the whips for him, but this…Leo nods. “Yeah. Wanted to make sure I was gonna do it right if you ever wanted to.” He smiles self-consciously up at him.God. Dibu wants to kiss him again, so he does. He swoops down and presses their mouths together, slipping his tongue past his lips when he feels him tilt his head back to give him access. He pulls back a little and hugs him to himself, feeling so happy he could start floating at any second.“You– Did you like, watch Youtube videos? How–?”Leo raises his eyebrows at him. “I wasn’t gonna trust a Youtube video with your safety, are you crazy? No, I found someone to teach me.”Dibu makes a noise of understanding and then shakes his head as the implications hit him. “How was that not all over the news?” he wonders, his voice rising.“I paid a fuckload of money for it not to be, that’s why,” Leo laughs, running a hand through his hair. “Decided to kill two birds with one stone and bought the whole..” he gestures towards the upstairs floor as if to indicate his extensive collection, “.. thing. At the same time I mean. One source means just one angle I have to worry about, yeah? And I am not worried.” He shrugs, looking amused.Dibu’s cheeks hurt from smiling so wide, and he just looks at him, endeared. And then another thought occurs to him. “Wait, wait! You mean to tell me, there is someone out there who has been sworn to secrecy about the fact he’d taught Lionel Messi how to whip people?” he asks incredulously.Leo laughs, rubbing a hand over his mouth, glancing to the side in what looks like embarrassment. “Yeah. You should have seen her face when she saw me open the door the first time.”“She?” “Uh-uh. I did some research. Apparently she’s very sought after, very good and very discreet. I think she thought I wanted her to whip me and I was just getting cold feet until the third lesson or something.”Dibu chokes on his saliva and looks at him incredulously. “Did you… Did you hire a sex worker to teach you how to–” He’s blown away. He’d never have guessed this.“No? I mean– I didn’t. Well, I guess she was but–I think… Wait.” Leo looks at him, eyes wide as it hits him. “Oh shit, did I?” Dibu bursts out laughing, staggering back and bending in half and having to grasp the back of the couch to stay on his feet. “How–” he howls, tears streaming down his face. “How did you not realize this until now?”“Because I didn’t hire her for sex!” Leo squeaks. “I hired her as a teacher. I did not– Oh fuck. You know… Now I think I get why Bruno kept looking at me like that for weeks. She was dressed very… Dominatrix-y.” He looks at him, his face full of horrified realization.Dibu just laughs harder, falling to his knees and swaying back to sit on the floor with his back against the sofa. His stomach hurts, and he cannot breathe. “Oh fuck, Leo. Oh my god,” he gasps.“Stop laughing at me, goddammit Emi!”“I can’t–I can’t–” he chokes out, clawing at the floor as the hilarity consumes him.Leo sighs, and Dibu cannot see his expression but he can hear his defeated acceptance in the way he trounces up to him and then lets himself flop to the floor next to him. “Whenever you’re done,” he grumbles, but he rests his head on his shaking shoulder, so Dibu feels free to continue laughing until he physically can’t anymore. Once he’s just shaking, taking big gulps of air and begging his diaphragm to please let him breathe, Leo puts a hand on his nape and drags him down, making his bury his face in the crook between his neck and his shoulder as his fingers curl soothingly and rhythmically through his hair. It takes him a while, but Dibu manages to regain his bearings, small sniggers escaping him here and there as he pushes his head more firmly against the palm of Leo’s hand.He looks up and finds Leo looking back at him with a fond look in his eyes. He’s smiling. “I love seeing you laugh,” he murmurs, scratching at his scalp. “I just wish it wasn’t at my expenses.”Dibu huffs against his neck in amusement. “Can you blame me?” he asks.“Not really,” he mutters, closing his eyes briefly in what looks like consternation. “How the hell did I not– Anyways!” he interrupts himself as soon as he realizes he’s gonna send him back into giggling fits if he doesn't stop.Dibu sniggers, dropping his head to press a kiss to the top of his shoulder. His back is starting to ache – he’s all twisted around to let his head rest on Leo’s shoulder, the difference in height making itself felt even if they are sitting – but he doesn’t mind. “Did you… practice on her? Or her on you– How does that work?” he asks curiously once he has regained control of himself. He rolls the thought into his head, trying to decipher how he feels about that. There’s a curl of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He thinks that if Leo had learned it for him, he’d have preferred to be the first one to reap the rewards, so to speak. He’s not quite sure he likes the idea of Leo whipping someone else. On the other hand, he trusts him and he knows it was just learning, nothing more, so he’s ready to shelve the jealousy right away as he waits for his answer.“No, she taught me how I did to you – better of course – and we practiced on pillows. And then she brought a mannequin for the last few lessons to learn consistency and where not to hit. It was kinda like one of those CPR dolls, you know? Very creepy.”Dibu snorts. He closes his eyes tightly as he imagines Leo’s poor traumatized driver – Bruno, who had insisted on helping him take his luggage inside and hadn’t accepted a no for an answer, who for sure did the same with Leo – dragging a creepy mannequin into Leo’s house, and a Dominatrix , left to wonder at what kind of perversions his boss was entertaining. He bites his tongue, making a choking noise as he tries with all his might not to fall back into the pit of utter derangement.Leo tugs on his hair to make him look into his eyes. “What?” he asks, warily.“Your driver– B-bruno, he– the doll–” Dibu chokes out, tears falling down his cheeks as he finally loses it again.Leo goes still under him, and then he lets his head thunk back against the back of the sofa with a groan. “I hate you,” he hisses.Dibu falls into his chest, still guffawing as he sprawls over his legs and grabs his waist in a bear hug as he hiccups and trembles, face pressed to his bare stomach as he’s once again left unable to breathe. “Why, Emi?” Leo asks flatly. “I was so blissfully unaware, why did you have to–” He makes an inarticulate noise, poking him in the back. “Fuck. I gave him a raise, but I hadn’t considered what he’d– Shit. Oh man.” He sounds a mix of horrified, deeply embarrassed and amused. He lets out a long sigh. “Well,” he mutters, sending Dibu howling once again.It takes him longer this time to calm down, and Leo suffers through it patiently, carding his fingers through his hair. Whenever Dibu looks up and catches sight of his face – his defeated, harrowed expression – it just makes him start laughing again. Once he’s finally done, he aches all over, the muscles in his belly spasming still. Leo tilts his head up and bends down to kiss him, lips curled into a smile. Dibu moans, a half giggle tangled through the breathy sound as Leo’s tongue slips inside his mouth leisurely. When he pulls back, he lets himself flop back against him, not very cooperative as Leo grunts and pushes him upright once more, propping him back against the sofa. He watches him get to his feet and bend down to pick up the flogger Dibu had dropped on the carpet, leaving it on the coffee table. Dibu relaxes against the couch, looking up at the ceiling with a silly smile. A minute later, a glass of water materializes in his field of vision and he blinks until the picture snaps into focus and he realizes Leo is standing over him, offering it to him. He grabs it and brings it to his lips, letting out a happy sound as soon as the thirst he wasn’t even aware he was feeling abates.“Thank you,” he murmurs, and Leo ruffles his hair before extending his hand to help him to his feet. Dibu lets himself be pulled up, staggering into him and kissing the top of his head as he tugs him into a hug and snuggles him.“There’s no chance this isn’t gonna haunt me for the rest of my life, is there?” Leo’s voice is muffled as his face is smushed into his chest, and Dibu grins and shakes his head.“No way. I’m gonna be laughing at you from here on to eternity for this.”Leo sighs in defeat and pulls back, raising a hand to wipe away the tears of mirth from Dibu’s cheeks. “Well then. I guess I should have expected that. My fault for falling for a dick like you,” he says ruefully.“Well. Whoever it was, you’d be falling for a dick anyways, in the end, wouldn’t you?” he snickers, and Leo bursts out laughing.“Guess that’s true.” He shakes his head playfully and then makes a curious noise. “Wait. Why were you trying out the flogger?” Dibu hums, sitting on the back of the sofa and putting his hands under his thighs. He shrugs. “It caught my attention and I was curious. Also, the whistling noise. Which I managed to replicate, I am the best!”Leo lets out an amused sound. “That you did, that you are,” he agrees, smiling. “But was it just curiosity or do you really wanna try it out?” Dibu blinks. “I thought I did? Is there some secret handling technique you have forgotten to teach me, oh teacher? Have you been holding out on me?”Leo stares at him. “You learned one thing. One . Of course there are more techniques. But that wasn’t what I was getting to. Floggers aren’t made to flog the air, however hot you looked doing it.”“I did, didn’t I?” Dibu preens, and Leo’s mouth quirks up in a smile. The meaning of Leo’s words hits him then, and he almost falls off the couch, flailing as he pulls his hands from under his legs to restore his balance. “Wait–Do you mean–” He looks at him, wide eyed.Leo raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to try it out on me?”Dibu stares at him, mouth hanging open.“It’s fine if you don’t, it just looked like you were having fun.”“You’d like that? You want that?” Dibu rasps, his mid conjuring up a slew of images of what that would look like.Leo smirks at him. “I quite like pain. Not as much as you do, but this is pretty light,” he says, picking up the flogger again and passing it from hand to hand. “And I’m curious.”Dibu inhales sharply. He likes seeing red lines on Leo's muscled back, and he's a little curious as well. He imagines himself putting them there, and his mouth waters a little. “I still can’t believe that is considered light,” he mutters, shaking his head. He also cannot help wondering, every time Leo mentions it, what hard would feel like. He shivers.Leo shrugs. “Oh no, I meant that the instrument itself is light. The whip is way harder, even with less force. This one… I know how to make it feel heavy, but you don’t. And I’m not looking for a full whipping, I just want to try it, if you’re game.”“Oh, I’m game!” Dibu says, springing to his feet, and Leo laughs. The idea of it… It doesn’t light his blood on fire quite as much as the other way around does, but it has a certain undeniable appeal. He always, always loves leaving marks on Leo’s skin and he cannot imagine this would be different. “And yeah, I’m not– I don’t think I want to do it like you did to me. I’m gonna stay pretty light.”Leo smiles at him. “That’s fine by me.”Dibu beams, closing the distance between them and sliding his fingers in his hair to pull him in a quick, excited kiss. “When do you wanna do this?” he asks, and then the enthusiasm takes him over and he kisses him again just as he opens his mouth to reply.Leo snickers and grips his chin, bringing his mouth down more firmly and biting at his lower lip. His eyes, when he pulls back, are sparkling. “Right now sounds good,” he breathes.Dibu’s cock gives an interested jerk in his pants and he steps back to give him some space. Leo hands him the flogger and turns around, head turning left and right as if looking for something. He runs a hand through his still slightly damp hair, leaving them sticking up in all directions. The sight makes Dibu remember something, and the gleam of sunscreen on sun-kissed skin just solidifies it.“Wait,” he says, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around his waist, hugging him from behind, the handle of the flogger pressed between his forearm and Leo’s belly. “Shouldn’t you go take a shower?”Leo makes a startled noise as he’s pulled to a stop, and then he shivers when Dibu lowers his head and licks a stripe along his shoulder, before dragging his lips up the side of his neck and sucking a bruise into the hot skin under his ear. Dibu smirks. “What was it?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss into his jugular and tasting coconut, teeth grazing against smooth skin when Leo’s hands come to rest on his forearms. “We need clean and dry skin?”Leo laughs, tipping his head back against his shoulder and grinning up at him. “You’re right,” he says, hands squeezing around his forearms. “But I’m way too impatient to go take a shower now and you’re not going to go anywhere near hard enough where that would become a problem,” he says, looking at him sideways.Dibu squeezes him tighter into his arms, pressing his chest against his back as he turns his head and levels him with his most unimpressed look.“Yeah, yeah,” Leo sighs. “I don’t know why I thought that would work,” he mutters.“We can do something quicker,” Dibu says as the idea crosses his mind, letting him go and then grabbing his wrist to pull him to the kitchen. “Look here, we have a sink and water and clean towels. We can work with that.”Leo lights up. “You, Emi, are a genius.”Dibu snickers. He directs him where he wants him and wets another clean towel, and then he almost loses his breath as he turns around and sees Leo braced against the counter, hands curled around the edge on either side of his waist, his shoulder blades protruding under gleaming skin. He breathes out slowly and gets back to his task, swiping the damp towel on Leo’s back, over the slope of his shoulders, down the line of his spine. He takes more time than what is strictly necessary, enjoying the way he can feel Leo’s muscles twitch under his hands even through the thin fabric. Leo makes an impatient noise, turning to look over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “I think I’m clean enough,” he says, eyes dancing. “You’re just taking advantage at this point, darling.”Dibu snorts, face flushing. Busted . He lets the towel drop into the sink and places his hands right next to Leo’s on the countertop, crowding him against it and bending down a little to lick a stripe against one of those gorgeous shoulder blades, humming in satisfaction when he tastes only clean skin, no trace of the chemical coconut taste. “Sparkling clean,” he mutters.Leo laughs. “That's how you judge that? I’m gonna have you check me over every time I take a shower now, I think,” he teases, sliding out of his loose embrace and heading towards the living room again. “Happy to oblige,” Dibu replies, smirking, as he picks up the flogger on the way and follows him. “Whenever you want.”Leo shakes his head, but Dibu knows he’s smiling. “Alright,” he says once he reaches the middle of the room, rolling his shoulders, and he sounds excited. He steps to the side of the couch and walks towards the fireplace, and Dibu’s mirth abruptly vanishes as he watches him brace against the frame. Leo spreads his legs wide in a steady stance, leaning a bit forwards with his shoulders so that his back is slightly inclined instead of straight, the motion making his biceps and the muscles in his back flex beautifully.Dibu swallows, abruptly reminded that he’s been half-hard for a while now. His heart picks up speed, his fingers curling around the leather handle tight enough he can feel it crackle against his palm. He swallows, exhaling shakily, his belly trembling with eagerness and trepidation. He still can’t believe that Leo is letting him do this.Leo looks back over his shoulder, a little jerk of his chin beckoning him closer, and Dibu almost trips over his feet as he obeys. Leo grins at him, pupils wide and face flushed. “Stay high,” he says. His voice is a little rough, and it makes arousal sing in Dibu’s veins. “You’re not gonna hit me hard enough for that to be a concern, but you should never aim for the kidneys, let’s not build bad habits.” Dibu lets out a nervous laugh, and Leo’s eyes soften. “You sure you want to do this?” he asks, voice soft and reassuring.Dibu takes a deep breath and nods. “I want to try,” he says confidently. “Stay light, do as you’ve shown me, aim for the upper back.” He swallows. He’s fully hard now, a flush of want warming him up. He opens his fingers enough to let the tails slip from his grasp to swing in the air between them. Leo’s eyes get darker.“Good,” he says. “Exactly like that.” He turns around, but not before Dibu sees the way his cheek pulls up in a smile.Dibu takes a deep breath and reaches out to touch him, fingers splayed wide over the shifting muscles in Leo’s back, feeling out the spot he’s gonna aim at. “Very very light at the start, yeah? Like you did to me?”“Yeah,” Leo exhales, his skin pebbling under his touch as he lets his head hang low between his shoulders. “Warm me up, and then you can go a bit harder.”Dibu nods and takes a step back. His mind goes blank for a second before he remembers Leo’s lesson and he shifts into the right stance and checks his grip. He rolls his neck, heart beating a mile a minute as he raises the flogger.The first lash is so soft it just brushes against Leo’s back, more playful sensation than anything else. Dibu breathes out, his stomach jumping as he sees Leo shiver at the faint feeling. He repeats the gentle motion, again and again, his cock jerking as he watches the skin of Leo’s back slowly turn a pale pink, barely noticeable. The sound of it is almost meditative. He’s not going strong enough nor fast enough to get even a faint whistle, but the brush of leather against skin is enthralling. He adds a little more force, keeping his elbow close to his hip, and he watches with wide eyes the way the pink flush between Leo’s shoulder blades deepens, almost like the warm light of dawn painting the sky in the morning.He’s breathing heavily, mind fully focused on the way his own body is moving, thoughts racing rapidly as he tries to keep track of strength and speed, placement and technique, Leo’s reactions and the sounds he makes. Does he like it? Dibu wonders, his mind slipping oddly. Is it too much? Too hard? No it's not, it's way, way softer than what Dibu had taken – but Leo is not him, he doesn't like it as much as he does. Leo sighs, pushing back into his next strike slightly, and Dibu inhales sharply.“Can I–?” he whispers, fingers trembling on the handle, and Leo nods.“Yes, please,” he breathes, and Dibu has to bite his lips bloody to keep the moan he wants to let out from escaping him. His face feels boiling hot and he’s breathing heavily, his shorts uncomfortably tight. Leo looks like a vision, and Dibu wants to touch him, press his mouth to the flushed skin between his shoulder blades and bite down, leaving redder, starker marks into it. But before that, he wants to give him what he wants, he wants to draw these marks into his skin.He settles back into his stance and raises the flogger. Like a wave , his mind whispers to him, f rom the shoulder down your arm and then flick your wrist . Leo shudders as the leather strikes him, the sharper smack almost drowning out the soft sound of pleasure falling from his lips as his hands clench on the fireplace frame. Dibu swallows, unable to take his eyes off him, his mouth watering as warmth erupts in his chest. He looks so beautiful. What is he thinking about? Is he dreading the next lash, is he craving it? Dibu gives him a couple more, watching the way Leo’s back bows slightly, the way the muscles in his calves flex as he spreads his stance. Is he doing it right? He makes sure that the next one hits across his shoulder blades, away from the lower back, a sweeping strike parallel to the line of his shoulders, and Leo shudders, a sharp exhale leaving him as his knuckles turn white on the white marble. Is it making him feel good? How will he know when it's too much? How will– “You can go harder,” Leo rasps, and then he clears his throat. Dibu can see the way his neck is flushed pink, can imagine how it’s spreading down across his collarbones, and his cock jumps in his underwear.He does it again, harder this time, and Leo groans and flinches slightly, his back arching and his skin erupting into goosebumps as brilliant pink marks bloom on his skin. “Ah–” he gasps, a soft, breathy moan.It’s instant.As soon as the hit lands, when Dibu feels the slightly harder recoil travel through the handle, he knows he doesn't want this. Not like this, not anymore.He swallows dryily and takes a step back, the warmth of seconds before rushing out of him like someone has pulled a plug from his soul. A cold feeling swirls in his belly, and his fingers tighten almost painfully around the hard leather, arm falling to his side. His eyes track the way Leo’s skin is still flushing – white stripes turning first pink and then red – and nausea rises sharply in his throat. His mouth moves of his own accord, numb lips working through the cold rush spreading through his body to form a single word.“Red,” he croaks.It’s instinctual. He’d never used it, but Leo always asks, always makes sure to remind him of the option, and it’s his first reaction to the cold churn of anxiety boring a hole in his stomach.His hand spasm, the flogger falling from his tingling fingers to land with a muffled thump on the hardwood floor, and he takes another step back, his ears ringing faintly. By the time he’s taken a third one, Leo is there, warm hands on his cheeks, pulling his face down to press their foreheads together."Of course. Shh, Emi, everything's all right. Come here." He pulls him into a hug, and the feeling of his arms closing around his waist makes him take a deep breath, his neck going limp as he presses his cheek to the top of Leo’s head. His whole body is tingling unpleasantly, his arms hanging limply by his sides. He blinks as Leo squeezes him tighter, the world shifting back into focus, and the feeling of looming panic is squashed down into a more manageable shape. Leo walks him back slowly, holding him tight until he feels the sofa press against the back of his knees and then he helps him down. He climbs on his lap, thighs clamping down around his waist and hands splayed wide between his shoulder blades and on his nape as he pulls him into his chest. He holds him like that for a long moment"Hey," he murmurs, making him tilt his head back from where he'd been hiding it into his neck. His eyes are wide and worried, but clear. Steady. Dibu lets himself fall into them, feeling his back relax under Leo's soft, warm touch. "Hey Emi, talk to me.” “I don't–” Dibu whispers, and then he swallows. He circles Leo’s waist with his arms and runs his hands up his back, and then he jerks them away when he feels hot skin under his fingertips. It's not uniform, the warmth, there are... spots. Hotter spots. He blinks, trapping a whine behind his teeth and pulling his hands away. “I don't think I want that," he rasps.Leo's hands are back on his face and he presses himself up against him. “Of course,” he repeats. His voice is calm and warm. Steady. It makes the cold feeling in Dibu's chest dissipate until there’s barely anything left, filling him back up with warmth. "We're not gonna do that again. Okay? Look at me?”Dibu raises his gaze and Leo is smiling at him, eyes soft and still concerned. “Okay,” he sighs. Suddenly, he realizes that he'd just reacted like somebody had shot him, and he grimaces, feeling his face flush. He grips Leo's hips tightly and pulls him close, burying his face in his neck. “Sorry,” he croaks. “Sorry about that.”Leo makes a soft sound of disagreement and kisses the crown of his head. “Don't,” he murmurs. “Thank you for stopping. Thank you Emi, that meant a lot to me.” He pets his hair, fingers light and comforting. His voice is so sincere, it makes Dibu’s eyes water. “You get it, right? I'm never, ever gonna be angry, or disappointed, if you say red. Thank you for saying it.”Dibu relaxes completely and sways backwards, going limp against the back of the sofa and pulling Leo with him. He exhales shakily, his chest loosening as Leo leans into him, presses him against the backrest with his body, his warm weight grounding him."How are you feeling?""Woah," Dibu says, his voice trembling as he takes stock of himself. He stares up at the ceiling. "Uh. Kinda shaky? But better." He feels a little embarrassed he’d reacted like that, but he tries not to. He repeats Leo's words in his mind and the feeling melts with every repetition, until he's back to feeling like himself, if not for his trembling hands.Leo nods. "That happens, it's normal." He smiles at him, reassuring, and then he hugs him close again. “I'm gonna hold you for a while, ok? And then I'm gonna get you a glass of water,” he says against the top of his head. "Is that ok with you?"Dibu laughs, grabbing his thighs and pulling him close. He breathes deeply, his heart finally slowing down as the scent of Leo and sunscreen fills his head. He hadn’t cleaned his chest, after all. It’s incredibly soothing, and he idly wonders if Leo had bought the coconut scented one because he knew Dibu liked it. “Perfect,” He mumbles.They stay like that for a long time, Leo's fingers carding lazily through his hair, tracing lines on the back of his neck. Dibu dozes off a little, thinking about his own reaction, and Leo’s, and what, exactly, happened. He listens to the beating of Leo’s heart – fast and hard – and it hits him that, for all that Leo had been perfectly calm and reassuring and soothing, that hadn’t been easy for him either. He remembers what it had felt like, when Leo had called out yellow the last time – the anxiety and terror of having done something that had hurt him – and his stomach clenches. He doesn’t want Leo to feel like that.Once he feels better – and once he has a handle on what he’s feeling and what he wants to say – he pulls back and smiles up at him. Leo smiles back.“Sorry,” Dibu says, and then he puts a hand on Leo's mouth when his brows pull together, and he opens it to interject. "Ah, let me finish Leo.”Leo narrows his eyes and then nods, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand and making him smile. "I'm sorry. I know I scared you.” Leo’s eyebrows rise, and Dibu presses his hand against his mouth more firmly. He huffs, amused. “You're gonna say I shouldn't think about that, but I know I did. And my sorry is not because I think I did something wrong, but because I love you, and I'm sorry you were scared.”Leo settles, and then his eyes soften. He gives the slightest nod. Dibu can feel him smile under his palm.“Good. I didn't know I was going to not like that so much. I thought... I thought it would be ok to try. I don't know what went wrong, I... “ he sighs. “I should have said yellow before reaching that point, I'm sorry, it was just... different than when I’m on the other side of it. I didn't quite realize I was getting there. Different feelings, I guess,” he shrugs. Leo is listening intently, his hands resting on Dibu’s waist, his breath washing against his palm. “It was nothing you did, and you didn't push me to do anything, I really thought it would be ok. I am kinda sorry I told you I would and then bailed right away, though. It looked like you liked it.”Leo grips his wrist and pulls his hand away from his mouth gently, but doesn’t speak right away. He looks like he's deep in thought. He leans back and takes both his hands in his, twining their fingers together and holding them between their bodies. "I'm not gonna tell you how to feel,” he says finally. “Sorry I tried to interrupt you.” He leans forwards and grazes the tip of his nose against his, squeezing his hands. “I just want to say, from my point of view, you have nothing to be sorry about. You did exactly what you were supposed to, and I am so happy you did. Thank you for letting me take care of you.”“You said you wouldn’t be disappointed but... I can't do that. I can't give you that, I just–It doesn't feel good. I don't like it,” Dibu whispers, raising his eyes and looking at him apologetically.Leo smiles at him, wide and sweet. “Then we're not gonna do that.” “But you liked it?”Leo makes a soft sound. “I don’t know. It was nice for a second, but the fact you didn't like it... I don't want it. And before you start worrying, I don't need it. And even if I needed it, your comfort is the most important thing to me.” He leans forwards to press a kiss to his lips. And then another one, fingers flexing in his hair as he pulls him closer. “I'd be really really happy being with you even if you never left a mark on me again. Wait.” He straightens, fixing him with a worried look. “You do like it when I ask you to do that, right? When I ask you to bite me, or hold me tight enough I'm gonna bruise?”Dibu blinks, before rushing to answer. “Of course. Of course, I do, Leo. I love it. It's different, I don't know why, I cannot put it into words, but it is.”Leo lets out a relieved sigh, and Dibu is so glad to see the doubt vanish completely from his eyes. His chest fills with happiness at the trust that implies. "Good. And you don’t need to put it into words. ‘I don’t like it’ is more than enough." He shifts off his lap until he’s sitting beside him. He clasps his hand on his thigh and gives him a little shake. “Let me get you that glass of water.”Dibu smiles as he watches him go. He tries to ignore the upset flip his stomach does as he sees the marks on Leo's back. They are not as pretty as the scratches he usually leaves, they don't make him feel as warm.His throat is parched, he realizes as Leo sits beside him and hands him a glass of water again. He snorts at the strength of the deja-vu, looking sideways at Leo with a smirk on his face as he remembers the circumstances of the first time. Leo sighs at him, and then he makes an amused sound when Dibu gulps down the water like a man dying of thirst. Once he’s done, Leo grabs his wrist and brings the glass close, pouring some more water from the bottle he had brought with him.“Mh…” Dibu mumbles, feeling his eyelids droop as he licks his lips after he’d emptied that one as well. “You know, water is the best thing in the world. I love drinking when I am so thirsty.”Leo laughs. “You love drinking when you're thirsty? Who could have ever guessed. Truly, such a unique experience you have there.”Dibu blinks awake, feeling the need to defend his honor. “Oh, fuck off. You know what I mean? That first taste when your mouth is dry like the Sahara. When you wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming you were baking under the sun for hours…” He gestures with his empty glass. “Suddenly water has a taste, and it's the sweetest, most delicious thing ever. It's almost as good as sex.”Leo smiles at him, amused. "God, you are so weird," he mutters, shaking his head but his voice is unbearably fond.Dibu pulls an offended face, and then snorts, putting the glass on the table and then settling back into the sofa, slumping to the side and leaning his head on Leo's shoulder. Leo kisses his temple, his arm wrapping around his shoulder in a half-hug. “Are you feeling better?”“Yeah. Kinda tired, though,” Dibu yawns.“Mh. Adrenaline crash.” Leo goes back to petting his hair, and Dibu feels his eyelids becoming heavy. “Is there anything else I can do?”Dibu hesitates. His fingers curl into the hideous orange shorts Leo is wearing. His first thought is that he wants to make him come – bring him pleasure instead of pain – but as he slides his hand higher up his thigh and lowers his gaze, he can see that he has gone soft, the bulge under the colorful fabric much less marked than it had been just a couple of moments ago. He makes a soft, unsure sound.“Tell me, please. Whatever it is, I want to do it for you,” Leo murmurs against the crown of his head.Dibu licks his lips, and thinks a little. “Can I see your back?” he asks, looking up at him.Leo raises an eyebrow. “Of course. I... You haven't touched it since. You can, it stings a little but it doesn’t hurt.”Dibu shuffles back and makes space for him as Leo turns around, twisting so that he’s kneeling on the cushions with his back to him. He reaches out and touches the top of his shoulder, studiously avoiding the marks he’d left and applying a little pressure. Leo resists the push for a second, and then he makes a noise of understanding and shifts to lay on the couch on his belly, spreading his legs on either side of Dibu and leaning his chest against the sofa arm. He looks back at him over his shoulder with a soft expression.Dibu reaches out with trembling fingers and brushes them against the faint pink lines on Leo's pale skin. He grimaces. He knows they probably sting less than the usual bites or scratches he leaves littered on Leo's flesh, but he doesn't like them one bit. He had, at the start, but now his brain keeps replaying the moment Leo had flinched on loop every time he blinks, and the marks he’d thought so pretty turn ugly and distasteful in his mind.He raises himself to one knee and puts a hand on the sofa between the back and Leo's hip, before shuffling closer until he’s hovering above him. He traces the lines on his back with his gaze, and his eyes sting a little for a reason he cannot quite name. He lowers himself gingerly on top of him, bowing his head low over his back. “Sorry,” he mumbles, unable to help himself as he presses his lips softly to one of them. The skin is warm, but he’s happy to find out there are no raised welts under his mouth. He drops another kiss to a different mark, barely brushing his lips against it. He feels Leo's chest inflate as he takes a breath to speak, and he’s already anticipating what he’s going to say – there’s nothing to be sorry for, love. I liked it, you did nothing wrong – but then Leo stops. Dibu kisses along the line that goes from the middle of his back to the bottom of his ribs, touch feather light and apologetic.“You're forgiven,” Leo murmurs after a long second, and the last of the tension in Dibu's body abruptly leaves him. He slumps on top of him, his forehead resting on his spine as he exhales shakily. He stretches out completely, his legs dangling from the end of the couch as he goes boneless on top of him.Intellectually, he knows he has nothing to be forgiven for. Leo has made that abundantly clear and Dibu believes him. And yet… Leo's words soothe that small part of him that had been feeling guilty. Despite how irrational it is, Dibu had needed that. And Leo knows him so well. Dibu appreciates the fact that he's giving this to him – even when he disagrees with the sentiment – just because he knows it will ease his mind. He lets out a shaky breath as Leo's hand reaches back to touch his arm. He keeps going, brushing soft kisses against every single one of the already fading marks until they are completely gone, basking in Leo's sleepy murmurs, and his muttered absolution.Once he's done, he rests his head between Leo's shoulder blades and breathes deeply, enjoying the feeling of his back rising and falling slowly under him.His mind wanders. He thinks about Leo, about what it had felt like, to have all that power over him – the power to hurt and to bring pleasure, the responsibility and the constant concentration, the fear of going too far… He wonders how Leo does it, he knows that he couldn't handle it. He hadn't handled it, in fact, he thinks ruefully. He's amazed that Leo can, that he always gives Dibu what he wants, that he enjoys it. He snuggles into him deeper, wrapping his arms around his waist and shifting until their bodies slot together perfectly. He hadn't known how difficult it was, before now. How hair-raisingly, electrifyingly terrifying it is. How much strength it takes, how much attention and care and sheer control is needed to have someone under your hands like that – their pleasure, their pain and their body and mind in the palm of your hand, knowing just how much pressure to use to make sure you don't crush them.“Thank you,” he mumbles against the back of Leo's shoulder.Leo makes a questioning noise, turning his head to press his cheek to the arm of the sofa and looking at him over his shoulder.“Thank you for doing this for me. The whole… dominant thing, I mean. It was… Hard. Kind of scary. And you always–” He cuts himself off, unsure how to verbalize the maelstrom of feelings inside of him.Leo hums, reaching back to touch his fingertips to his side. “I know,” he murmurs. “And you're welcome. Thanks for trusting me.”Dibu laughs softly. “You're welcome too.” He nuzzles against Leo's nape, pressing his lips to the warm skin there. “Is it scary for you too?” he asks after a while. “Is it like… good fear?”Leo hums out an amused laugh. “Yeah. Good fear for me,” he murmurs. “I enjoy it a lot, it gives me… a rush. Knowing you trust me that much, that you want it as badly as I do.”Dibu grins. “Kinda same, but flipped. We make a good fit.”Leo snickers. “We make a perfect one. I'm so happy I found you.”“Excuse me? I'm the one who found you. Lured you in with my wily ways and my embarrassing outbursts of public indecency.”Leo bursts out laughing. “Oh, for sure. So devious and calculated of you, I couldn't resist.”“Good. As long as we're clear on that. I made the first move, let it be known,” he grins, biting gently into Leo's shoulder.Leo twists around enough to kiss his forehead, snickering. “Would never contradict you, love,” he murmurs.Dibu sighs happily, reaching up to kiss him briefly before relaxing back on top of him. They stay like that for a long time, and Dibu basks in the feeling of comfort and contentment until his mind is quiet and calm.“Mh,” Leo murmurs after a while, and Dibu feels his muscles flex under his cheek as he shifts to reach for something on the coffee table. He opens his eyes slightly, watching him grab the remote and turn on the TV. He blinks as the bright light washes over them, abruptly realizing that the shadows had been lengthening while he wasn't paying attention, evening creeping up on them. The sky outside the porch windows is a pale orange, dusk settling slowly into night.“What do you think, Son of the Bride ?” Leo asks, scrolling through the list of movies on the screen. “It's almost time for the annual rewatch for me.”Dibu smiles. “That sounds perfect.” He wiggles on top of him until he’s resting his cheek against the back of his shoulder once more, face turned toward the TV where the opening credits are already scrolling. He falls asleep half an hour into the movie, lulled into sleep by Leo's shaking back under his chest as he laughs at a silly joke.

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“You’ve got to be kidding me.”Leo’s eyes are wide and delighted, the words sounding muffled as he chews around them. Dibu grins, leaning back in his chair. The early evening breeze ruffles his t-shirt, cool and pleasant as he sips at his wine glass. “Happy you like it,” he says, chipper and a bit smug.“You can cook like this? Marry me,” Leo mumbles while he stabs his fork through a juicy piece of pepper and eats it with relish.Dibu’s stomach does a flip and he almost chokes on the wine. He tries not to let how flustered he is show, because Leo was clearly joking. Clearly. He shakes his head to dispel the faint stab of want Leo’s words have sunk into his mind, and he smirks.“Fastest way to a man’s heart is food, isn’t it?” he quips. Well. Food and being down for the wildest kinks, it seems.Leo’s eyes crinkle, his cheek bulging out a little as he smiles around another mouthful. He’s acting like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and something small and pleased thrills through Dibu’s veins, making him feel warm all over. Leo raises an eyebrow. “Wait a second,” he says, swallowing and then laying his fork on the plate. He plants his elbows on the table and steeples his fingers, resting his chin against his joined hands as he fixes him with a piercing, almost accusatory look. His eyes are dancing. “Why do we always eat the sad, pathetic excuse for food I make when you can cook like this? I feel like I've been missing out.” He raises his eyebrows, a fake look of hurt crossing his features.Dibu throws his head back and laughs, belly warm with pride and affection. “I like your food,” he snickers, enjoying the incredulous expression on Leo’s face at his words. He does, though. It’s not always as good as what he’d made for him the first night, but it’s not as bad as Leo is making it out to be.“Do not patronize me, Emi. I couldn’t take it,” Leo says somberly, lips twitching. “This is a disgrace. I’ve been feeding you charred things. I just thought you had shit taste, but it turns out you have a palate fine enough to make this,” he gesticulates to the elaborately plated matambre dish Dibu had set between them. “I feel like the worst host ever.”Dibu scrunches up his napkin and flicks his wrist, throwing it into his face. “No bad mouthing my boyfriend, please,” he says, enjoying Leo’s flustered splutter immensely as he watches him duck out of the way. “And anyways, the charred thing happened only once. And it was my fault.”Leo narrows his eyes. “It was, wasn’t it?” he murmurs. Dibu smiles smugly – he had been… distracting him. Leo’s lips curl up at the corners, but he doesn’t take the bait. “Mh. I’m still stuck on the way we could be eating like this every day, and yet…” He tilts his head to the side expectantly. Dibu hides a grin behind the rim of his glass. “I don’t know where you’re going with this, Leo.”Leo’s eyes narrow further, and then he snorts. He lets out a long sigh and picks up the fork once more. “Just special occasions, then?” he says, his voice sad and pitiful as he spears another chunk of meat and pops it in his mouth. His fake desolation dissipates immediately as his eyes flutter closed in pleasure, and he lets out an almost pornographic sound of deep enjoyment.Oh, yeah. If Dibu had to see that every day at lunch and dinner, he’d be dead from a heart attack in a couple of months. He shifts on the seat, crossing his legs.“Yup. I love cooking, I hate cooking every day,” he says, trying to pull Leo’s attention away from his indecent appreciation of dinner. He blinks, looking hastily to the side when he sees Leo’s tongue dart out to lick at the fork. He clears his throat when the gesture lingers. “Stop that, you asshole. I know you’re doing it on purpose,” he mutters, face heating up.Leo laughs, eyes crinkled in amusement as his foot slips between his under the table to hook behind his ankle. He delights in teasing him about how easily flustered Dibu gets when he tries even a little. The bastard, Dibu thinks fondly. “Sorry,” he smiles at him, but he doesn’t look sorry at all. Dibu makes a face at him, trapping his wandering foot between his ankles. “But really, this is amazing,” Leo says, eyes and voice soft and appreciativeDibu grins, pleased. He picks up his own fork and digs into the meal. They chat about everything and nothing while the sky turns dark, the chirping of the crickets and the soft golden lights hanging from the porch beams creating a calm, pleasant atmosphere. It’s still hot enough that the light breeze running through Dibu’s hair feels incredibly nice.Leo seems really interested in Dibu’s cooking escapades. He keeps prodding at him gently until Dibu finds himself talking about how he started cooking for himself once he moved to England, the way he’d discovered that trying out elaborate recipes was relaxing and enjoyable – a good way to destress that also meant he’d get to eat all his favorite things.Talking to him is so easy. Leo listens intently, making funny comments that have him laughing, or sharing his own experiences with being away from home at such a young age. Dibu knows his story by heart – had done so since before he even met him – but there’s so much richness hidden in the well-trodden narrative of his move to Barcelona, of his early years in Rosario, that Dibu never tires of hearing him talk about it. And Leo never seems to tire of asking him about his own life and experiences, making him feel like his life is just as amazing and interesting, making him feel like he’s at the center of the universe.They end up laughing like idiots as the night turns cool and dark, their voices mingling with the cheerful noises of cicadas and crickets humming in the bushes as they swap funny stories of when they were kids.Once dinner is done, they clear the table and then relocate to the garden, where Leo has an enormous hammock set in just the right place to look at the stars. Leo laughs at him as he curses and struggles to get in without toppling over, and then Dibu gleefully returns the favor once it’s his turn. They end up all tangled together, Dibu’s back reclining against one end and Leo sprawled between his legs with his head resting in his lap.“I’ve never seen a hammock this big,” Dibu muses as he makes himself comfortable. “Look! I can stretch my legs all the way!”Leo hums, amused, tilting his head back to look up at him and smiling. “That doesn’t happen often to you, does it?”Dibu flicks his ear gently. “We can’t all be pocket-sized, you know? You don’t know how good you have it.”Leo makes an offended noise. “That’s– I’m not pocket-sized!”Dibu makes a show of looking Leo up and down, from where his head is resting against his lower belly to the tip of his toes, which are barely poking out the other end of the hammock even when he’s basically laying in the middle of it. “Sure,” he says, mock-condescending. He yelps when Leo twists a little and reaches back to poke him in the side, jerking as he does it again and again. “Stop, stop!” he cries out, laughing uncontrollably as Leo’s fingers dig under his ribs. He tries to trap Leo’s hands against his body, to still them, but Leo is unsurprisingly able to wiggle free and keeps on his assault. “You’re right, you’re right–We’re gonna fall!” he gasps as the hammock tilts dangerously to one side in response to his squirming movements.Leo relents, but not before turning his head to nip at his hipbone, teeth closing sharply over the waistband of his shorts and leaving a pleasant sting behind. “Good. And don’t you forget it,” he mumbles, settling back between his legs with a satisfied grin.“I won’t, you lunatic,” Dibu grumbles, panting and still laughing a little, but he’s smiling as he looks down at him.Leo rests his head back in his lap and spreads his arms wide over Dibu’s thighs, hooking his elbows around his legs to curl his fingers under his calves. He looks peaceful, his eyes glinting with the light of the stars reflected in them. They’d turned off the exterior lighting so that they could see the sky better, and Dibu lets himself relax against the hammock, looking up as well.They are lucky. It’s a clear night and the moon is only just beginning to fill out – a pale thin slice that lets the bright points of light scattered across the inky backdrop take center stage. Leo breathes deeply, his hands squeezing gently around Dibu’s calves as he stares upwards, a faint smile on his lips, his features mellow and relaxed. Dibu traces the line of his jaw with the tips of his fingers, watching the shadow they cast on his cheek, and then he runs them through his hair, scratching gently.Leo’s eyes fall to half-mast, and his smile widens. “I can feel you staring,” he murmurs. “We did all this to look at the stars.”Dibu snorts, following his gaze and glancing up. It’s a beautiful view. He leans his head back against the hard wooden bar at his end of the hammock and makes a curious sound. “Do you know the constellations?” he asks. He realizes that he’s talking softly, not wanting to disturb the quiet.Leo laughs softly. “No,” he says, and Dibu feels the back of his head rub against his hip as he shakes it. “No clue. I know there’s supposed to be shapes to be seen, but it all looks… kind of arbitrary to me? It just looks like a jumble of lights.” He tilts his head back into his lap, and Dibu can feel him look at him. “You?”“I know the Tres Marias,” Dibu says, raising a hand to point them out. “They are supposed to be Orion’s belt, see?” Dibu’s voice trails off as he tries to show Leo the whole constellation. He fumbles a bit – too used to seeing it upside down in England – and he ends up losing his spot a couple of times. In the end, though, he manages to trace it, but he fears he may actually have confused Leo even more.“Yeah, no,” Leo snickers. “I see the belt, I think? You lost me on the rest.” He pats his leg affectionately as Dibu’s hand drops back down. “Why should it be a belt, anyways? Why not anything else?”Dibu snorts. “Now you’re asking too much of me, Leo. I think because they are where Orion’s waist would be?”Leo makes a face. “You know what? I think that between the two of us we could come up with something better.”Dibu laughs. “Oh yeah? What do you see?”“Absolutely nothing,” Leo replies promptly, grinning. “Bunch of random lights. But I can make shit up with the best of them. Let me see… mh.”Dibu’s mouth stretches out in a fond grin as he looks down at him. His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes darting side to side. “Don’t strain yourself too badly,” he teases when a couple of minutes pass in silence, Leo looking completely absorbed in his task.Leo blinks. “You doubt me?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I would never.”“Ah! Look there!” Leo points upwards and Dibu follows his motion. “There. That looks like the World Cup.” The tip of his finger traces a wobbly shape, connecting a random patch of stars.Dibu tilts his head to the side and squints. “I can see it, I think. Misshapen World Cup, yes. It’s clear as day.”“Oh, shut up,” Leo mutters, grinning. “You just don’t have my amazing imagination, clearly.”Dibu laughs, long and loud, the shaking of his body sending the hammock swaying lightly from side to side. “Whatever you say, love,” he snickers.“That’s so condescending, love,” Leo snipes back. “I’m offended– wait.” He looks back up at the sky, eyes narrowing and his expression sharpening. “Wait wait wait. That’s you!”Dibu blinks down at him. “What?”Leo makes an impatient noise and thrusts his finger upwards. “Look there. That’s you.”Dibu tries to follow the motion of his finger, but he doesn’t see anything. He smiles. “Is this your way of saying I’m a star, Leo? Because if so, I am very flattered.”Leo laughs brightly. “No, I mean, that as well, but I swear– That’s you. That’s you making that save. See? That one’s your head,” He points to a golden star and then to two others on either side of it, hanging slightly lower in the sky. “Those are your hands. And then…” He moves his finger, tracing a line that comes to end on a brilliant white dot. “That's your left foot. The one you used to stop that shot in the final.”Dibu feels his mouth stretch in a wide smile, chest filling with amusement and love. He doesn’t quite know what to say – the fact that Leo looked at the stars and saw him is threatening to make him melt.“No, no,” Leo says, probably reading the doubt in his silence. “It’s there. I’ve seen that photo so many times… See?” Leo traces the shape again and, this time, Dibu sees it. “They should name that one after you. The Dibujo Constellation. The Big Crazy Keeper. C’mon, help me here, I’m shit at naming things.”Dibu lets out a startled laugh. “The Big Crazy Keeper?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at him. “It fits, doesn’t it? Has a nice ring to it,” Leo says. He lets his hand drop, palm resting against his thigh and fingers curling under the hem on his shorts. “I could add some more adjectives, but it would get too long,” he smirks, looking up at him. “Big Crazy Hot Keeper.”Dibu keeps laughing, his face flushing. “G-go on,” he pants, his chest shuddering. The hammock is swaying again, and Leo is grinning at him, all warm and lovely cradled between his legs, and Dibu knows where this is going, and he cannot help himself – chases it eagerly, in fact.“Fishing for compliments, darling?” Leo says, and then he turns his head to the side to press his cheek to his cock, lips twitching when Dibu’s body responds immediately, a shiver of arousal rushing through him. “Big,” he murmurs, turning all the way around – graceful and quick and barely making the hammock move – until he’s on his belly. He presses his lips to Dibu’s twitching cock, and Dibu can feel the heat of them even through the fabric of his shorts. His breath catches, belly tightening spasmodically as Leo rubs his face against him, still looking up with an amused glint in his eyes. “Crazy Hot,” he continues, his hands dragging up his thighs to hook his fingers in his waistband, pulling them down slowly.Dibu’s breathing comes quick and shallow now, his arms spread wide, fingers curled around the taut edges of the hammock as Leo fists a hand around his cock and drags it out of his boxers, and then his hot breath washes over him. His cock is filling up, jerking as Leo’s hand closes tighter around the base and squeezes before stroking upwards. “Beautiful. Mine,” Leo whispers against the head, lips sliding sensually against it as he presses damp, open-mouthed kisses against it. Dibu’s hips twitch, a slow shudder working its way through him when Leo licks at him, tongue pressed flat under his shaft and running up along the vein there, flicking at the tip playfully and making him whine.“Needy. Eager.” Leo’s lips feel like fire as they run up and down the side of his cock, the vibrations of his voice dancing against sensitive skin, his hand stroking gently up and down as he hardens in his grip. Dibu flushes, his legs trying to spread wider under Leo’s weight to give him more space, as if agreeing with him. He swallows, biting his lip as Leo keeps teasing him, sucking soft kisses at the base of his cock, and then he jerks, moaning when he keeps going – stronger this time – sucking hickey after hickey up his length, along the big vein on the underside of his cock, pulling the blood right under the surface of his skin and leaving red marks.“Fuck,” Dibu pants, his hips rolling upwards as the suction of Leo’s mouth against his shaft makes pleasure explode through him. He wants his mouth so badly, wants it wrapped around him – hot and wet and exquisite – but he restrains himself, trembling a little and fisting the stiff fabric of the hammock, gasping as he manages to bring his body back under control. “Please,” he croaks.His skin is prickling all over – at the way Leo’s tongue feels when it drags against the head, at the fact that they are in the open, the cool breeze wrapping around his wet cock when Leo’s mouth pulls away, at the way Leo is still looking at him, hasn’t stopped for a second, eyes dark and cast in shadows, intent and pleased as he drinks in every single twitch of Dibu’s reaction.Leo smirks, gleaming lips curving slowly where they are pressed against the tip, and Dibu can see and feel that smile forming. He shudders.“I think I could make you beg me loud enough my neighbors would hear you,” he murmurs, voice lilting as if he’s seriously considering it. Dibu’s whole body flashes hot for a second, his breath catching in his chest, and he watches precome spurt from his cock, staining Leo’s lips and leaving them gleaming.“God, Leo,” he swallows, flushing brightly at the way the mere suggestion has managed to almost undo him. He’s suddenly even more aware of the fact that there are no walls around them, the garden spreading open on all sides, dark and cool. The only illumination is the light of the stars and the muted glow of the closest house peeking over a distant edge. He shivers, his cock leaking even more, and then he groans, low and rough, as Leo laps it up and makes a pleased sound.“You’re distracting me. I was listing your qualities,” Leo says, grinning. His teeth flash bright for a second as he drags them gently against the head of Dibu’s cock, and Dibu jerks, a breathless sound of pleasure falling from his lips at the sharp sting of it. “So, so needy,” Leo breathes, lapping at the stinging flesh, again and again, his hand squeezing at the base and then coming up, the slide smoothed by the precome dripping down his shaft. “I said that one already, didn’t I?”Dibu’s face burns and he nods. He throws his head back, unable to keep looking at the way Leo’s tongue and his lips dance on his cock, but it doesn’t help. He just feels them now, and it’s as if not being able to see it is making the sensation more intense.“My keeper,” Leo murmurs again. “Mine. That’s the best one.”Dibu groans, a strangled plea locked in his throat as Leo’s free hand splays over his twitching belly and smooths up his torso, slipping under his shirt. He’s panting, eyes wide open and staring upwards at the skies, limbs trembling as he fights not to push into that inviting heat, fights to be good and obedient. Leo’s hand under his shirt roams lazily – just as his lips do along his cock – thumb swiping over a nipple and nails digging into his pectoral.“Look up darling, look at yourself. My keeper, hot and crazy, beautiful and needy, and mine.”Dibu does, attention pulled helplessly to the shape Leo had drawn for him – of him – between the stars, and he has to let go of his death grip on the edge of the hammock when Leo finally, finally, wraps his mouth around him and sucks him deep. He slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes squeezing shut as he feels him sink down until his throat is working around him, tight, hot pressure wrapped around his length. His breath is coming fast and shallow as he bites into the flesh at the base of his thumb to muffle the loud moan that gets pulled out of him.His legs tense, closing around Leo’s torso, hips twitching to sink his cock deeper, and Leo pinches him on the outside of his hip. Dibu stills with a stuttered apology and blinks his eyes open, biting deeper into his hand when Leo starts blowing him in earnest, his mouth hot and wet as it swallows him down again and again. The rasp of Leo’s beard against the inside of his thighs is making him tremble, and he can feel his jaw flexing against him, can feel the muscles in his shoulders rolling as he settles himself to take him deeper. The wind picks up, the thrilling noises of the cicadas getting louder, almost drowning out the wet, filthy sounds of his cock sinking into Leo’s mouth, his bitten off, muffled moans and sharp gasps. Dibu keeps looking up, pleasure and heat swirling in his veins, limbs buzzing with want and arousal, head foggy. The sky sways in his vision as the hammock swings gently, the motion so unusual that it just adds to the mix of sensations he’s experiencing, twining with the electrifying knowledge of how exposed they are – the way the wind feels on his skin, the way Leo seems determined to actually make him scream. His mouth is tight and sloppy in turns, his tongue pressing to his shaft and rolling sensually against him, his throat clenching rhythmically when he takes him to the base, a gorgeous, mind-blowing sensation that has him tensing up and keening every time he does.The sight of the new ‘constellation’ Leo has created for him gets blurrier and blurrier as Dibu gets closer to the edge, disappearing for longer periods of time as his eyes go unfocused and keep fluttering shut against his will. Leo’s nails scratch at his chest, catching on his nipple and digging in, dragging a shudder from his trembling body. Dibu realizes that there are deep indents on the palm of his hand from where he’s sinking his teeth into his flesh. The pain just spurs him on as his whole body tenses.When he comes, the stars in the sky multiply. It feels like flying, his whole vision made up of inky blackness and bright points of light, the motion of the hammock making him feel weightless for a long, long moment, the high of his orgasm exploding through him and making him arch upwards. Leo’s mouth gets tighter still as he swallows, his hand curling back around his shaft as he retreats a little, stroking him through it as his come splashes against his tongue, where it’s pressed flat against the head of his cock.He jerks, a loud, wrecked moan barely smothered by his hand, the taste of blood like pleasure and honey on his tongue.He comes back to himself a couple of seconds later, the muscles in his neck loosening as he slumps back, and he looks down. He shivers as his hand falls limply away from his mouth and he breathes harshly, eyes wide as he watches his cock pop out of Leo’s mouth.Leo smiles at him, mouth swollen and red, his tongue darting out to lick away a gleaming smear of come from his lower lip. “And tasty,” Leo says, voice hoarse and rough. “Let’s not forget that one.”Dibu blinks slowly, brain scrambling to make sense of that. “What?” he rasps. Is Leo talking about his food again?Leo laughs, his hand slipping out from under his shirt with a slow caress as he props himself on his elbows and tucks his spent cock back in his shorts. “Nevermind,” He murmurs, smirking. “I’ll wait until you’re back with me.”Dibu shivers as he feels the fabric of his underwear rub against his sensitive flesh. It sticks to his wet skin, pulling a little at it. He likes it a lot. He’s still out of it when Leo reaches up and swipes his thumb across his lower lip, and he chases it mindlessly, sucking it into his mouth and then making a startled sound when he tastes blood again. “You bit through your hand?” Leo says, his voice still rough and sounding torn between aroused and faintly concerned. He pulls his thumb from between Dibu’s slack lips and, under the hazy feeling of disappointment, Dibu registers the sharp pain radiating from his hand. He holds it up in front of his eyes.“Uh. I did,” he mutters, looking at the impressive bitemark imprinted in his palm, one edge of it faintly bleeding. “It’s nothing bad,” he reassures, turning his hand around and showing it to him. “See?”Leo relaxes, his expression turning fully amused. “You looked like a vampire. Blood on your mouth.”Dibu laughs. His faculties have returned fully to him by this point, and he smirks. “I’m sorry, if there’s a vampire between us, it’s for sure you.” It definitely feels like Leo has sucked all the blood out of him through his dick. His limbs are limp and unresponsive, a warm, hazy feeling still thrumming through him.Leo smirks back, slow and hot, licking his lower lip, and heat flashes through Dibu’s body again. “I guess so,” he murmurs. “Anyways. Big Crazy Keeper stands, then?”Dibu snorts, closing his eyes and nodding. “Aye,” he says, mock-solemnly. He’s never gonna be able to look at the Tres Marias the same way again.Leo makes a pleased noise and then turns on his back once again, resting his head in his lap and looking up with a big grin. Dibu furrows his brows.“Wait… You– ah.” He clears his throat, gaze flitting to his lap, to the way his cock is straining against his trousers. He leans forwards and runs a hand down Leo’s chest. “Let me help you with that.”Leo grips his wrist and stops him, pushing him back against the slanted end of the hammock. “Easy there, love. There’s no way we can maneuver around without flipping over. And if I tried to fuck you in this, I’m pretty sure we’d break it.”Dibu makes an intrigued sound as he settles back. He starts calculating how hard Leo would have to fuck him to break the hammock. It looks pretty sturdy. His cock twitches again before reason resurfaces and reminds him that the pain of falling to the ground like that won’t be one he enjoys. He clears his throat. “We could go inside?” He makes to sit up again but Leo shakes his head.“Nah. Later. I’m not done stargazing yet.”Dibu raises an eyebrow at him. “What happened then? Got impatient?” he teases. He cups his hand under Leo’s jaw, tracing his swollen lips with his thumb.Leo tilts his head into his lap and grins up at him. “I discovered a new constellation and got excited. I also remembered that save and felt the urgent need to appreciate you.”Dibu flushes, pleased and kind of embarrassed. He looks away, feeling Leo’s mouth stretch wider into a teasing grin under his thumb. He shivers, his skin still tingling pleasantly, and he lets out a satisfied sigh when Leo makes a sideway motion, sending the hammock swinging gently from side to side.He follows Leo’s example, staring up at the sky, letting his mind wander aimlessly as his eyes trace paths between the glittering stars. He bends one leg and plants his foot on the hammock, enjoying the way he can feel Leo resting his weight against him, the way he can feel his chest moving up and down against the inside of his thigh. Leo is petting his calf gently, a distracted, almost instinctual motion, and Dibu realizes that he’s doing the same, running his fingers up Leo’s bicep and across his collarbone and then back, again and again.Having him under his hands is always shooting, and he lets his touch wander more, leaving soft caresses up the column of his throat, tracing the line of his cheekbone with the tips of his fingers. Leo’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a low, pleased murmur when Dibu starts stroking his hair, running his fingertips through the short strands rhythmically.They rock gently, listening to the sounds of insects and the breeze rustling through the leaves, and Dibu loses himself in it. After a while, the stars fail to hold his attention any longer, and he starts looking at Leo, his mouth curling in a besotted grin. He scratches his nails through his beard, feeling it prickle against the pads of his fingers, and then he slips them back into his hair. He tugs gently at the short strands, brows furrowing as he eyes them, realizing by wrapping his fingers loosely through them that they are shorter than they’d been at the World Cup. He’d failed to notice till now.His mouth twists thoughtfully, and he thinks back to all the haircuts Leo had had since they’ve gotten together. They’ve been getting shorter. He pets through it, scratching at his scalp.“What is it?” Leo murmurs, low and relaxed as his eyes flutter open.“Mh?” Dibu asks distractedly.“You’re thinking. What are you thinking about?”Dibu smiles. “You should let it grow longer again,” he whispers, pinching a strand between two fingers and rubbing it between them. Leo quirks an eyebrow at him. “Longer? How much longer were you thinking? Like when I was twenty?”Dibu makes a thoughtful sound, a slow pull of arousal low in his belly at the thought. He feels the phantom sensation of long strands sliding through his fingers, imagines his hair being long enough he could wrap it around his hand. He lets out a slow breath, and then he chuckles. “Not that long. More like… The 2016 Copa America look.”Leo snorts. “You can categorize my hairstyles by year and tournament?” He sounds incredulously amused, and Dibu nods slightly, smiling embarrassedly down at him. Leo makes a face. “I don’t actually remember which one it is,” he says.Dibu clears his throat, flushing. “You know, shaved on the sides like now.” He runs his fingertips along the side of his head, brushing above his ear as he follows the shape of his skull. He slips them through the longer strands and pulls them upright, tugging playfully. “Longer on top. It looked gorgeous. There was…” Here his flush grows hotter, and he stares at the tip of Leo’s nose instead of his eyes. “There was…?” Leo prods, curious and amused.Dibu sighs. He knows he’s going to be teased mercilessly, but his lips twitch up in a helpless smile. “There was a strand that kept falling over your forehead. It looked..” He clears his throat again.Leo laughs. “Oh, I remember now. That thing bothered me so much.”Dibu pouts. “That’s a no, then?”Leo hums. “I don’t have the patience anymore. And I think I got less vain in my old age,” he snickers.“You deprive me, Leo,” Dibu sighs mournfully, curling his fingers through what he’s now sure are going to remain short strands. He wonders if he can wheedle the name of Leo’s barber out of him, and pay him a visit to persuade him before deciding that it might actually constitute stalking and he shakes his head to dispel the thought.Leo snorts. “Oh? Am I not as hot as I was five years ago, Emi? Are you gonna change me for a younger model?”Dibu laughs, slipping his hand from Leo’s hair to cover his mouth with his palm. “Perish the thought,” he murmurs. “And who’s fishing for compliments now?” Leo's eyes crinkle as he smiles wide, waggling his eyebrows. Dibu pulls his hands away as he sees him wanting to speak.“Any more suggestions?” he teases, grinningDibu puts on a mock-thoughtful look. “You could... go blonde again? That was hot.”Leo flushes. “It was?”“Mh-mh. Blond hair, fresh tattoos. You looked delicious. Especially when the roots started coming in,” Dibu grins.Leo furrows his brows. “I was having a midlife crisis.”“You were thirty. That’s a bit young for a midlife crisis, isn’t it?”“Athlete’s midlife crisis, you know what I mean,” Leo mumbles, waving his hand around dismissively. “What I’m more interested in is that you noticed? And thought it was hot?” He looks up at him, pointing a finger under his nose. “How the hell did you not realize you liked men?”Dibu barks out a laugh, and his mouth moves before he can catch himself. “If it's Messi, it doesn't count.” He bites his lip, eyes going wide.Leo blinks, looking completely derailed. “What?”Well. In for a penny, in for a pound. “If it's Messi, it's not gay,” he snickers, watching the confusion on Leo's face. “That's what the guys used to say. I guess they had the same reaction I had… I kinda believed it for a while,” he muses, reminiscing how young and dumb he’d been.Leo looks unbelievably lost. “I still don’t– what?” he repeats.Dibu pokes him in the forehead. “Leo. It was a joke,” he tries to explain. “It was a joke in the sense that we all went ‘ haha isn't that funny ’ to cover up how much not a joke it was.”“You’re fucking with me,” Leo says, voice flat and incredulous as his face starts to flush. He twists a little in his lap, reaching up to flick his fingers against his chin.“No, I am not.”“Wait, what guys? At Arsenal?”“All the guys, Leo. All of them, everywhere. It's a running joke everywhere I go.”Leo looks at him for a moment and then he sighs, letting himself slump back on Dibus lap. “This is going back to the ‘everyone wants to fuck me’ thing you have going on?”Dibu splutters. “It's not a thing I have going on, Leo!” he defends himself.“Sure,” Leo says condescendingly, patting his thigh and closing his eyes. “I believe you.” He opens them again after a second. “No, actually, I don't. What is it, is it like... a kink you have?” He’s looking up at him, sounding genuinely curious.Dibu stares down at him, mouth agape. “Are you blind?” He asks incredulously. “No, you know what?” he says under his breath, sinking his fingers through Leo’s hair again. How the hell did they go from talking about haircuts to this? “Nevermind, let's pretend I didn't say anything.”“If it's a kink you can tell me, Emi,” Leo says earnestly. “I don’t know how we can make it work, I'm not into sharing, but I–”Dibu presses a hand over his mouth again, face hot and lips twitching up in a helpless smile "Just shut up, Leo," he groans. Leo widens his eyes at him, raising an eyebrow. Dibu can feel the smile slowly forming under his palm. “Wait. Are you fucking with me?” he asks incredulously.Leo bursts out laughing. “You absolute dick,” Dibu breathes. “Are you doing it on purpose? The whole ‘oh, I don't notice it, what are you talking about, Emi?’ thing?”Leo snorts, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. “I still think you are seeing things,” he laughs, twining their fingers together and resting them on his chest. “I was kidding about the kink, though, I know that's not what's going on. But I am unsure about what's actually going on.” He squeezes his fingers between his reassuringly. “Are you jealous? Because... you don't seem jealous. And you don't have to be.” He looks sincere now, like he’s ready to have an actual conversation about this with him if Dibu were to confess some deep-seated awful possessiveness. It’s as endearing as it is infuriating.“I am not dignifying that with an answer Leo. Shut up. Get your hair petting and shut up, for the love of God,” he grumbles.Leo looks at him for a moment longer and then his expression relaxes. “Wel,l ok. I will be in the dark about this forever, then?” he pouts.Dibu makes an affirmative noise. As long as Leo chooses not to actually see the blaring signs of it, Dibu guesses he will be. It is kind of hilarious. He fishes around his mind to find something to distract Leo with, before he starts wheedling him again. He purses his mouth as something comes to mind.“Speaking of kinks...” he murmurs after a while, breaking the silence.“Oh, I love conversations that start like this,” Leo says. Dibu can feel him wiggle a little between his legs and he snickers.“I was thinking… Can I wear the collar? Not like, in a sexual manner, I mean–” he clears his throat, realizing that he maybe should have thought a bit more about how to phrase it before opening his mouth. “Not while we’re having sex. Just… I want to wear the collar– and maybe uh. Cuddle?” His face is blazing hot. Asking for this is somehow more mortifying that asking to be whipped had been. “I just want to enjoy it, have it be my whole focus.”Leo’s breath catches and Dibu can feel his heartbeat quickening under his fingers, where his hand is still pressed to his chest.“Absolutely,” Leo whispers, looking up at him. His eyes have gone dark, the pupils so dilated they look as black as the sky, and just as full of stars. “Fuck. Uh,” Leo bites his lip, smiling. “That… Tomorrow morning? I can settle you down, we can stay on the couch all morning if you want.”Dibu feels warmth flood through him, and he squirms a little. “Yeah. Perfect.”“Ok,” Leo says, closing his eyes tightly and taking a deep breath. “Okay, yeah. Let’s go inside, yeah?”Dibu glances at his lap and laughs before scrambling out of the hammock and helping Leo get off as well.   Leo keeps his promise.When they’d come downstair that morning, after sharing breakfast in the kitchen, he’d laid out a water bottle and glasses, a bowl of cut up fruit and whatever else they would need on the low glass table in front of the sofa, so that they wouldn’t have to move until Dibu had gotten his fill. Dibu had scrutinized what he had gathered, pursed his mouth thoughtfully and then he’d gone looking for that random crossword puzzle book he had found a couple of days back, placing it and a black marker on the glass surface. Leo had raised an eyebrow and Dibu had shrugged. “We’re going to be here a long time,” he’d said, anticipation trembling in his belly. “You’re going to get bored and I want you to have something to do.”Leo had laughed, nodding in appreciation.By nine in the morning, they are cuddling on the big couch in the living room. Dibu’s hand had trembled – excitement and anticipation coursing through him – when he’d held out the collar to Leo, his face flushing lightly as he’d knelt on the ground and bent his head, feeling the buckle being fastened at the back of his neck.He is only wearing boxers – as soon as the collar closed around his throat, his skin had started prickling, as if the sensation of being bound like that had sent his nerves into hyperactivity, the feeling of fabric suddenly turning constrictive and bothersome. He’d stripped off quickly, hesitating under Leo’s patient gaze as his fingers rested on the waistband of his boxers. In the end, though, he’d decided to leave them on. The thought of being completely naked while Leo was fully clothed was one that always turned him on, and he’d really wanted to try this out in a situation as divorced from sex as possible. He was curious if it would feel as good as it had before.Of course, there was only so much he could do about that. The feeling of the collar shifting against his skin every time he swallowed – and the way Leo was looking at him – had started to make him harden by the time he’d crawled onto the soft cushions to lean against Leo’s side.Leo wraps an arm around his back, fingers carding through his hair gently as he directs his head to rest against his shoulder, and Dibu follows the implied order immediately, hiding his hot face in the crook of his neck and letting out a relieved sigh. He pulls his legs on the couch, angling his body so that his weight is resting mostly against Leo, relaxing into him.“How are you feeling?” Leo murmurs. Dibu lets out a pleased noise, pressing his lips to his neck. “Good,” he mumbles, his voice already a bit drowsy. “You smell good,” he says, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, filling his head with Leo’s sandalwood scent. “Mhn.”Leo laughs gently, scratching at the base of his neck and making him shiver. He follows the small shudders running down his spine with the tips of his fingers, turning them more intense as his bare skin pebbles under his touch. “Thank you,” he says, amused. Dibu can feel him press his cheek to the top of his head, his arm wrapping around his back to squeeze him against his side in an affectionate hug. “Is there anything else you need?”Dibu shakes his head lightly. “No, just… touch me,” he whispers. He swallows. He’d thought that, after all this time, he would have gotten his blush reflex at least a little under control, but his face feels hot, his stomach twisting into an eager, breathless knot as he shifts and feels the cool leather hugging his neck. He lets out a trembling breath as Leo’s hand presses at the base of his spine, warm and solid and so familiar as it slides along his skin – cupping at his hip and squeezing briefly, and then running up his ribs, fingers tracing the curve of them so lightly it sends him shivering again, the sensation just shy of tickling. Minute after minute, his thoughts slow down and become simpler. Dreamier.His mouth is parted against Leo’s skin, his breathing deep and slow. Leo’s fingers roam across his back, tracing the knobs of his spine, pressing into an almost massage in the dip behind his shoulder blades, thumb digging in and rubbing at the muscles, pulling a low, satisfied groan from Dibu’s lips.He dazedly registers that he’s sliding forwards only when he suddenly hears Leo’s heartbeat pulsing in his head and he realizes that his cheek is resting on his collarbone, ear pressed to his chest. He rubs his face against the soft fabric of his shirt and breathes deeply, humming as pleased contentment and love bubble up into his chest, a sort of tingling warmth spreading through his limbs as Leo’s fingertips trace the edge of the collar, nails grazing lightly against his throat. He feels boneless. His cock has gone soft again, his arousal mellowing and fading into the background – a gentle thrumming right under the surface of his skin, kept alive by Leo’s touch and by the rapidly fading awareness of the position he’s in – until it’s just another cozy, slow sensation that makes his whole body tingle pleasantly. He feels so good. It’s a bit like flying, his body limp and weightless – he feels free, even while the constant sensation of leather wrapped around his throat makes him feel bound. Owned. The steady pressure sinks into his flesh and then into his bones, wraps around him like a hug – vulnerability and comfort all tangled around each other. The contrast is dizzying, it sinks his mind even deeper.His eyes blink slowly open when he feels Leo’s other hand cup against his cheek, thumb stroking gently along his lower lip, and he looks up, eyes glazed.Leo is smiling at him, the tender expression on his face making his heart jolt. “I’m going to help you down, uh?” Dibu makes an inquisitive noise, and Leo chuckles. “ You’re going to fall in a second. I’m going to help you lay down, love.”Dibu forces himself to focus on his words, brows furrowing in concentration, and then he smiles when he understands. He realizes that the only things that are actually keeping him upright are Leo’s arm wrapped around his shoulder and his hand on his face holding his head up. If he were to let go, Dibu would end up face planting into his lap. He makes a soft noise of agreement, wiggling around a bit but not really accomplishing much as Leo lowers him down carefully until his cheek is pressed to the top of his leg. He’s sprawled out on the sofa now, legs stretched out and head nestled in Leo’s lap, and he squirms happily until he’s comfortable. Leo’s cock twitches against his cheek, half hard under the soft fabric, and his hands never leave his skin. He tilts his head a little, burying his nose in the crease between Leo’s groin and his leg, making a purring sort of noise that has Leo laughing under his breath. “You’re really gone, aren’t you? Look at you…. God, you’re so beautiful.”His eyes slip closed when his fingers sink into his hair once more. Leo’s words sound distant and lovely – his voice warm and mellow, sinking into his flesh and settling behind his ribs – the words not as important as his tone, the affection and love they’re dripping with.Time passes slow and dreamy. Dibu finds himself rubbing his cheek against Leo’s legs, making a happy sound when the motion pushes his shorts higher up his leg and reveals more deliciously soft bare skin. He mouths aimlessly at his thigh, dragging his lips against the soft, squishy muscle and licking the salt off his skin. The taste of him on his tongue makes his eyes flutter – it’s not something sexual, he just wants to be as close to him as he can, he wants him imprinted into his flesh – and his chest rumbles, pleased, as he sucks a sloppy hickey high up his thigh.Leo says something – the words muffled and far-away to Dibu’s hearing – and he lets out a soft noise of contentment in response. He can feel the vibrations of Leo’s laugh reverberate into his skull from where his head is pressed against his leg, and he smiles dazedly.He loses track of time, wallowing in the slow, easy place inside his mind that turns every sensation soft and dulled and ephemeral. He follows the swirling, hypnotizing patterns Leo traces on his skin, picturing his hands – how they move, the curve of his knuckles as he drags them up his spine, the golden shine of his skin as the morning light refracts off it, the bitten edges of his nails as they scratch lovingly along his shoulders. After a while, the images fade away, his imagination turning the sensation into a colorful light show that creates splashes and trails of color on the back of his eyelids, moving sinuously in time with every touch. It's almost as if his eyes were directly linked to the skin shivering under Leo's hand, as if he could see out of it. It's weird, and kind of wonderful.His mouth twitches when the pads of Leo’s fingers graze against his cheek slowly to come to trace along his spit-slick lips, where they are working slow and messy at the flesh of his upper leg. He groans, low and satisfied, when they slip over his lower lip and into his mouth. He sucks them deeper, closing his lips around them and basking in the sensation of having him inside, reveling in the burst of golden light exploding behind his eyelids. A pleasant tingle spreads under his skin when his other hand presses between his shoulder blades, kneading at his muscles and petting at his skin gently in turns. Every time his fingers come up to slide along the edge of the collar, pressing down on his jugular, a wave of drowsy, mindless pleasure washes over him.He lies like that, mouth slack around Leo’s fingers and eyes closed, breathing evenly, for what feels like hours. Whenever they twitch on his tongue he suckles on them instinctively, feeling happy and satisfied. The best part is when Leo caresses his face, fingertips dancing along his features, his touch so gentle and reverent. His mind is full of him – the taste of him, the scent of him, his touch and his love and his collar around his throat.After a while, a distant thought forms in his mind. Dibu ignores it – or more like, he doesn’t have the capacity to consider it fully – at least not until it turns insistent and annoying enough that it pulls him up a little from the deep, peaceful place his mind had sunk into. He wants… something. He sucks on Leo’s fingers, his brows twitching into a small frown and then relaxing again when Leo smooths them out with his thumb. His voice rumbles in what sounds like a question.“Mpfh,” Dibu mutters.A soft tapping against his cheekbone makes him open his eyes, and he feels his head being tilted upwards by a gentle grip around his chin. He blinks slowly, squinting a little at the sudden bright light, the trails of color he'd been seeing superimposed on his vision for a brief moment – like he'd been staring at the sun through closed eyelids – before Leo’s face comes into focus.“What is it, Emi?” Leo whispers, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. They come away slick with saliva, and Dibu watches dazedly the shining gleam they leave on Leo’s thigh as he wipes them right over one of the pink blotches he’d sucked into his skin. He lets out a soft, mournful sound, licking his lips. “Can you tell me?”“Down,” he slurs.Leo tilts his head to the side, eyes dark and steady. His mouth quirks up at the corner. “I don’t think you can go down deeper than this, love.” He sounds amused.Dibu frowns and forces his mouth to work. “Down,” he repeats, the words a little stronger. “Floor. Please.”Leo inhales sharply, eyebrows flying up. “You want to be on the floor?” Dibu nods. “On your knees for me?”He shudders, squeezing his eyes shut tight, arousal waking up under his skin, a heavy tug at the pit of his belly, and nods again. Leo murmurs something Dibu doesn’t catch, and then he feels his leg moving under his cheek.“Alright. Give me just a second.”The sound of rustling fabric fills Dibu’s ears, and then Leo is bending over him, his belly pressing against Dibu’s head as he drops something to the floor between his spread legs. Dibu opens his eyes. It’s a pillow.“There you go.” Dibu beams. He tries to sit up but his arms buckle under him, limbs sluggish and slow to respond, and he falls back into Leo’s lap.“Aw, darling,” Leo murmurs. “Let me help you. You’re so…” he trails off, chuckling gently as he helps him down.Dibu slides to the floor like he’s made out of jelly, Leo’s hands the only things that stop him from slumping in a puddle at his feet. Leo uses his thighs as well, squeezing them around his torso to keep him somewhat upright as he maneuvers his limbs around until he has him in a kneeling position.The cushion is very soft, Dibu muses as his head lolls back to rest against Leo’s hip. He's more sitting on his calves than kneeling – his body cradled between Leo’s spread thighs, chest turned towards him. He shifts until he’s comfortable, until he’s kind of curled around Leo’s left leg, his cheek pressed to the soft muscles on the inside of his thigh, head tilted up and facing towards him. He distractedly hopes Leo won’t mind his sloppy positioning.Leo grins down at his, amused and adoring as he flicks the tip of his nose gently, laughing when Dibu scrunches it up.“How is it? I can’t imagine it would be more comfortable than before, but what my Emi asks for, my Emi gets,” he says, smirking.Dibu flushes, burying his face in the crease between his leg and his groin. “ ‘ood, than’ you,” he mumbles, his words muffled.Leo hums, sounding pleased, and then his fingers twist in Dibu’s hair, pulling his face gently away from his hiding place. “Thirsty, love? Need anything?”Dibu licks his lips. His mouth feels dry, he must have drooled a lot around Leo’s fingers. He makes a plaintive sound and nods. Leo reaches to the side and pours him a glass of water, making him tilt his head back against his leg before he presses the rim of it to his lips.“Slow,” he murmurs, fingers carding through his hair as Dibu drinks. “You good? What’s your color?” he asks once he’s done, the glass making a clinking, ringing sound as he puts it back on the table.“Green,” Dibu slurs, his eyes closing once more as Leo’s grip in his hair relents and his head lolls back to its proper place, resting against warm skin.“Good. Good boy.”Dibu shivers, his hand curling around Leo’s ankle as his body wraps around his leg, and he presses his face deeper into his thigh when Leo resumes petting his hair. Through his slitted open eyes – eyelids heavy and gaze unfocused – Dibu sees the sky outside the wide windows getting brighter and brighter, the shadows of the trees and bushes in the garden shortening as the sun climbs high in the sky.Leo seems to be perfectly content to spend the morning like this, fingers tracing shapeless paths down the back of his neck, pulling gently at his hair and rubbing at his nape, slipping under the edge of the collar now and again to caress his damp skin. He shifts sometimes, flexing his legs and stretching his arms out, but he always shushes him when Dibu starts to worry about his comfort and tries to move.Dibu floats.The morning slips by him, and he realizes that long stretches of time keep blending into each other. He’s not dozing off – the sensation is quite different – but he’s so relaxed that his mind seems to have trouble focusing on the present, wandering aimlessly and nonsensically as he breathes deep and slow.At some point, Leo reaches for the crosswords book, propping it open on his free leg and popping the cap of the marker off with his teeth. He doesn’t stop touching him though, not even when he starts writing, despite how having just one hand free certainly makes his task harder.Dibu watches the black felt tip trace words on the page through heavy-lidded eyes, the letters dancing in and out of his vision lazily. He doesn’t force himself to make sense of them. Leo occasionally mutters under his breath as he writes, huffing in amusement when he has to cross out a wrong answer. Dibu should have probably gotten him an erasable pencil. He blinks and the page is filled by black scribbles, the puzzle complete. He blinks again and the book has disappeared. Leo’s hands are back on him, both of them.  Good, he thinks, a ridiculous sense of satisfaction uncoiling in his stomach. He’d been getting faintly jealous of the book, of the way it had managed to steal some of Leo’s attention away from him.His gaze wanders as his head lolls back against Leo’s hip, unfocused and mindless as it roves over the soft gray fabric of his shorts – the way it’s bunched up on Leo’s thighs, the way it feels under his cheek, the way it tents over Leo’s cock. He stares at it, brain working slowly. He blinks. Leo’s half-hard, and the thought rolls around in Dibu’s mind, insistent and impossible to ignore. Leo is hard, and taking care of that is Dibu’s job. As he stares at it, a slow kind of arousal wakes up under his skin, his mouth watering. He shifts closer, turning his head to nuzzle his cheek against him, mouth opening automatically as he presses it to Leo’s cock, a slurred sound of satisfaction rumbling out of him when he feels it jump under his lips. He starts to turn fully, having a little trouble when his body refuses to comply promptly with his desires, but before he has even managed to plant a hand on the floor to help himself, he hears Leo’s voice murmuring something. A gentle tug at his hair pulls him away, and he follows it mindlessly, blinking again when he finds himself in his previous position. He stops worrying about it when the fingers in his hair resume their petting, and his eyes fall shut.A faint feeling of deja-vu hits him the next time he opens them, only this time, the soft gray fabric is darker in patches where his mouth had been, and the bulge of Leo’s cock is more pronounced. He furrows his brows, remembering – Leo is hard – and he shuffles closer, burying his face in his lap to mouth at him again.He lets out a mournful whine as he’s guided away once more, but he settles, pleased, when Leo tilts his head up with a gentle touch of fingertips under his jaw and bends down to kiss him. He leans up clumsily, struggling to reciprocate, lost in the way his lips move slow and sensual against his, the kiss shallow and sweet enough to make him warm all over. When it’s over, Leo smiles at him fondly and lets go of the soft grip on his chin, and Dibu slumps back against his leg, a little breathless and having forgotten all about what he had been doing.It comes back to him in waves as his heavy-lidded eyes focus back on Leo’s cock, on the way it has turned fully hard. He inches closer, and then closer still when the small movement seems to go by unnoticed, remembering how he’d tried that before, and it hadn’t worked. He makes a happy sound as after what seems like forever of small, stealthy motions, his face is once more smushed against him, spit damp fabric sticking to his cheek.Leo lets out what sounds like an amused sigh and doesn’t stop him this time, just spreads his legs wider so that Dibu can slump between them. He rubs his cheek against his clothed cock, slow and uncoordinated, mouthing at him through his shorts as Leo’s fingers keep carding through his hair. He presses closer, licking at the fabric, getting it all wet with saliva as he sucks sloppily at his length. He’s getting a little frustrated – he wants to feel him, wants to suck at flesh and skin and not soft, wet fabric – but it takes him a while to remember to use his hands. Once he does he slides them up his legs, fingers clumsy and slow as he reaches for the waistband of his shorts, and then he lets out a disgruntled noise when he feels them getting pinned to Leo’s thighs. He sucks petulantly at Leo’s twitching cock. Why won’t he let him please him?  “C’mon sweetheart,” Leo murmurs, his fingers coming down to grip his chin to pull him away. “Shh, relax.”Dibu blinks, mouth curled down at the corners as he swallows and looks up. His mouth is damp, his chin as well, and he aches with need. He frowns up at him. “Why?” he slurs.Leo’s eyes go soft. “Aw, don’t sound so desolate, love.” His hands come down to cradle his face, swiping over the wetness collecting under his eye. “C’mon, be good for me, yeah?”Dibu makes an effort to focus. “But you’re hard,” he mumbles, still not understanding why Leo won’t let him. Leo laughs gently, bending down to kiss him, a fleeting press of lips that has Dibu wanting more. “I know I am,” he says dryily. “But we said no sex, remember? You said you just wanted to try it out like this.”Dibu frowns, trying to remember what he's talking about. That doesn't sound like him. There’s arousal pooling in his belly and his cock is dragging against the fabric of his boxers and he wants Leo in his mouth. He tries again, tongue still feeling slow and clumsy. “But I want your cock.” He feels his eyes becoming damp, a knot forming in his throat. “Don’t you want to?” Don't you want me? Leo’s lips tighten, his nostrils flaring as he lets out a controlled breath. He looks at him intently, and then he gives a small nod. “Ok. Ok, but I need you to come up a bit, love.”Dibu blinks at him, the wave of elation at being granted permission turning into confusion. He doesn’t understand why he can’t have it now, but he complies anyway, happy to follow Leo’s lead as usual.He tries to focus as Leo starts talking, forcing himself to listen to his words and make sense of them instead of focusing on the tone and cadence of his voice. Leo has stopped petting his hair, but he’s tapping the tips of his fingers gently against his cheek, the rhythmic pressure grounding, helping him focus. He asks him questions, pausing to wait for his answers, and Dibu feels coherency coming back to him in waves as he slowly answers him.It takes a while, but Dibu’s mind gradually starts to emerge from the haze, until reality turns solid and clear again, the fuzzy edges fading into almost normality.“Are you with me, Emi?” Leo asks gently.Dibu clears his throat, shaking his head to dispel the last traces of the deep peace still clinging to his thoughts. “Think so, yeah,” he rasps. He’s not completely up, a last veil of that almost trance-like feeling still within reach, ready to be pulled back over him if he wants it, but he’s coherent enough for what Leo wants.He takes a deep breath, rolling his shoulders and shifting a little, adjusting to being once again grounded in his body. He makes a soft noise and looks up.“Good. How are you? How was that?” Leo’s elbows are braced on his thighs and he’s hunched over him, his hands back on his face and tilting it up more so that he can look him in the eyes, and he’s smiling at him.Dibu beams and stretches up, pressing their mouths together for a brief moment, wanting to taste that smile. “It was so good, Leo. So…” he breathes out shakily, his mouth moving as if to complete that sentence, but the words don’t come. “I don’t even know how to describe it.” He feels relaxed and recharged, as if he’d woken up from the most restful sleep, but also full of energy like he’d just started training, body buzzing with it in anticipation of a good workout. He’s also so turned on he feels like he’s about to explode. Leo looks pleased. “It looked good. You went down so deep, for so long… You seemed so peaceful.”Dibu shivers. A memory floats up in his mind, a recollection of what it had felt like. Even if he had just been in that state a couple of minutes before, the full glory of it is already slipping from his grasp, and he misses it. “I was. It was like deep meditation, but better. Broader.”Leo hums. “Should I apologize for pulling you up?” he murmurs, eyebrows raised in what look like genuine worry.Dibu lets out a laugh, nuzzling into his hands. “I would have loved having you in my mouth while feeling like that,” he murmurs. A tremor runs through his body at the idea, a wave of drowsy wants threatening to pull him under again. He knows why Leo didn’t let him, now, but he’s still a bit sad about it.Leo’s mouth twists apologetically. “I know, but we hadn’t discussed it.” His thumb rubs against his cheek affectionately.Dibu nods. “I know,” he sighs, and then he blinks, looking out of the window. “How long…” It looks like it’s well past noon.Leo smirks at him. “About four and a half hours.” At Dibu’s shocked face, he laughs gently. “I think you took a nap in the middle of it. Scared the shit out of me, you stopped moving and your eyes were half-open.”Dibu flushes, snorting. “Sorry. I don’t… I don’t think I actually slept? I just think my brain went on standby.” He smiles ruefully, face hot. “Sorry if I worried you.”Leo bends down and kisses him again. “No need for apologies. It was a privilege having you like that,” he murmurs against his lips.Dibu hums into the kiss, raising himself on his knees and wrapping his arms around Leo’s waist. He leans into his chest happily as Leo relaxes back against the couch. He's tall enough that, like this, their heads are at the same height, and he takes advantage of it, snuggling closer and fisting his hands in Leo's shirt at the small of his back. His legs and hips ache dully, pins and needles forming in his left foot, but he ignores it in favor of chasing Leo’s lips as they pull away. “Can we do that again someday, then?” he asks breathlessly, nuzzling his face against Leo's. “And maybe I’ll negotiate putting my mouth on you before I’m down so deep, so you don’t have to worry,” he says eagerly. He cannot wait.Leo moans and kisses him deeper, his hand closing around his nape and making him remember abruptly that he’s still wearing the collar. Dibu shivers all over, his cock jumping and his arousal suddenly at the forefront of his mind. He lets out a muffled whine, and Leo’s grip tightens, thumb digging at the base of his skull in a way that makes sparks shoot down the length of his spine.“Absolutely,” he breathes as he pulls away. He’s looking at him like he wants to devour him. Dibu’s eyes flutter closed at that look, his skin prickling as his neck muscles go lax in response to it, and his head lolls back, only held up by Leo’s grip around his nape.Leo clears his throat. “Ok. What do you need, love?”Dibu claws his way back from the edge he was about to fall over again, blinking rapidly to clear his mind, and then he looks at him questioningly. Leo smiles. “As aftercare, I mean. What do you need? Want more cuddles? We can take the collar off or you can keep it on a while longer.” Dibu’s mouth falls open. Aftercare? What for? The question must be written all over his face, because Leo’s eyes crinkle and he explains. “Take stock. How are you feeling? I’m betting there’s something you need to go back to normal.”Dibu frowns, looking down at Leo’s lap and then looking back up, raising an eyebrow. Leo laughs, his face flushing bright red. “Seriously?” He sounds incredulous.Dibu flushes as well, a prickle of embarrassment making him squirm. “Yeah,” he mumbles, and then he cannot help himself. “You said yes,” he reminds him. Leo laughs. “I’m pretty sure sucking my cock has never returned you to normal, my love,” he says teasingly.Dibu makes a face at him and turns his head to blow a raspberry against his palm, making him laugh harder. He waits for Leo to compose himself, taking the time to put his thoughts in order so that he can actually explain, because Leo is right. He doesn’t feel back to normal yet – he’s jittery, full of something that makes him lightheaded and anticipatory now that his brain is working again, a vast swell of energy making him feel incredibly awake. He needs to work that out, in some way or another, and he has the perfect idea. Leo gradually calms down and then he notices the focused look on his features. He waits him out as Dibu thinks, his hands dropping from his face to run along his shoulders as he settles himself more comfortably and pulls him into his chest. Dibu hugs him a little tighter. “It’s like… It was soft and sweet. It was amazing, but maybe too much of one extreme? In a good way,” he hurries to reassure him when Leo’s eyebrows crease in budding concern. “I need the other side of the coin. Something rough. Something…” he swallows, face burning red as he looks away. “Somethin degrading,” he whispers. “Bring me down.”Leo swallows, his pupils dilating and his breath hitching in his chest. He stills for a bit, mouth curling thoughtfully and gaze going distant as he thinks. This time, it’s Dibu that waits him out.“That would just send you under again, though, wouldn’t it?”“Yeah,” Dibu answers. “I want it like that. I want…”Leo smiles at him, slow and hot. “Everything. You want everything, don’t you? Greedy little thing.” Dibu shudders, biting his lip hard enough to hurt as hot want explodes in his belly. He nods. Leo stares at him. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his hands squeezing around his shoulders, thumb brushing against the collar, and Dibu feels a rush of embarrassed pleasure sing through his nerves.Leo takes a deep breath, and then nods. “Ok, then.” His hands push down against his shoulders, making him settle back on his calves. “Get back where you belong, love.”  He spreads his legs around him, sliding forwards a little as he sinks into the sofa until his ass is resting against the edge, the lines of his body turning lazy and relaxed and his eyes going dark as he throws one arm over the backrest.Dibu’s mouth parts, his stomach twisting with want, a sharp tug that leaves him breathless. The switch from open discussion to being put in his place – from equal partnership to Leo’s almost indolent pose as he stares down at him expectantly – makes his mouth water, his cock jerking almost desperately. God, he loves him so much.Dibu breathes out shakily, lowering his gaze and flushing as he sees the mess he’d made of Leo’s lower body while he was floating. The fabric of his shorts is wet and dark right over his cock, and there are countless pink marks on his spit-damp skin where Dibu had latched his mouth mindlessly and sucked like he was dying for it. He reaches for his trousers with trembling fingers.“No,” Leo murmurs, making him halt his movements immediately. Dibu looks up, a shivery feeling of anticipation in his belly as he sees the way his mouth is curling up at the corners. “With your mouth, pretty thing. No hands.” Dibu swallows, his breath catching in his chest. He puts his hands behind his back, holding his wrist tightly as he lowers his face over his lap. Leo makes a pleased sound when he nuzzles into him, rolling his hips up and rubbing himself against his panting mouth. Dibu’s eyes prickle, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he goes back to mouthing at him, pushing his tongue out to let him drag his cock against it and looking up.“Like that. Convince me you want it.”Dibu’s moan is muffled as he lurches forwards and buries his face between his legs, his ears ringing with Leo’s mocking laugh at his eagerness. He rubs his face against him, licking and sucking at his covered cock as his desperation grows more insistent. He traces the shape of him through the fabric with his lips and his tongue until they start tingling with the friction of it, looking up at him with glazed eyes.Leo looks back dispassionately, head tilted to the side, and Dibu squeezes his wrist tighter as a shiver runs down his spine. Leo hums at what he sees in his eyes.“Look at the situation you’ve put yourself in, love. You’ve been teasing me for a while, it’s only fair that I do the same. And if you want it that bad, you should be able to get it without your hands,” he murmurs.Dibu whines pleadingly, wrapping his lips around the head of his cock and sucking at him through the fabric, desperate to taste him but only tasting his own saliva. His eyes water, his head starting to get floaty again.Leo laughs as he watches his predicament. His hands are clenched into fists and his chest rises and falls quickly, his eyes dark and hungry, but his expression is composed and calm if not a little amused. He reaches down to run his fingers along the collar. “Pretty collared slut, ready to do whatever I ask you to,” he whispers, voice low and slow like he knows perfectly well what his words are going to do to him, like he wants to savor it.Dibu sobs, a dry sound pulled out of his chest by the wave of utter humiliation that washes over him, by the now frantic need in his veins as he slobbers all over his cock. Being so close to what he desperately wants and not being able to get it, being laughed at for his predicament… He sucks pitifully at the fabric, looking up in supplication.“You can use your teeth to get my shorts off,” Leo says, satisfaction ringing in his tone as he relaxes against the backrest.Dibu grasps at the permission like a lifeline, shuffling a little closer while trying to maintain his balance until his mouth is pressed to the uncovered sliver of skin right over the waistband of his shorts. He cannot help but kiss it, again and again – quick, worshipful press of lips as gratefulness and devotion thrum through his veins. Leo leans back, giving him more room as he pulls his shirt off and throws it on the back of the couch.Dibu goes to work, grabbing the elastic with his teeth and pulling, his nails digging in his wrist when it slips out of his mouth to snap back against Leo’s taut belly with a sharp little noise. “Sorry,” he gasps breathlessly as he watches his muscles jerk under soft skin. Before he can make it better, or try again, Leo touches his cheek gently and then he flicks his fingers against his cheekbone in a stinging snap. Dibu moans, redoubling his efforts as the echo of that reprimanding flick washes through him.Leo watches him intently, not making a move to help him even with the way his cock is pulsing against Dibu’s chin, at least until Dibu starts begging, the words slurred and almost unrecognizable with his teeth clenched around the waistband. Finally, after watching him struggle for what feels like minutes, he raises his hips, a rolling motion that, together with Dibu’s pulling, makes the waistband roll down his thighs, until his cock springs free and slaps against Dibu’s cheek.Dibu lets out a relieved, grateful noise, letting go of the wet edge of the waistband and immediately turning his head around to capture the tip between his lips, opening his mouth to take him deeper. He moans, his mouth watering as he finally tastes him, eagerly swallowing down the burst of precome that hits his tongue.Leo sighs, and when Dibu looks up he sees that his head is leaning back against the couch, his eyes closed and mouth curled in a faint smile as his body relaxes. Dibu shivers, sucking him deeper into his mouth to see his smile widen. When he hits the half-way mark, he realizes that he has a problem. Without his hands, he barely has any control, and even less balance. He spreads his knees, trying to lower his center of gravity so that he can get the leverage he needs to pull off his cock, but he only manages to retreat a couple of centimeters before he loses his balance and sinks back down. He chokes a little as the head bumps sharply against the back of his throat, and he stills for a moment, trying to figure out how to proceed. He rolls his tongue on the underside of Leo’s cock, hollowing his cheeks and trying to use his lips to make up for the lack of movement, but after a couple of minutes he has to give up. He’s going nowhere – just suckling weakly at the head, only managing small, jerking motions that simply send him sinking lower and lower on Leo’s cock. He makes a pleading, muffled sound.“Need help, darling?” Leo mocks him gently, and Dibu nods as well as he can, eyes stinging. Leo sighs, and then Dibu feels fingers running through his hair. He shivers, arousal curling in the pit of his stomach as he imagines them fisting to pull his mouth along his cock as he wishes, but what Leo ends up doing is much, much better.Leo’s fingers travel in a slow caress against the side of his face, tracing the corner of his mouth where it’s stretched wide around his cock, and then go lower. They graze on the delicate skin under his chin and drag against the collar, pressing it up against his Adam’s apple before hooking in the golden ring dangling from it. Before Dibu has time to even brace himself against the wave of white-hot humiliation that surges inside of him, Leo’s grip around the ring tightens as he uses it to keep him still, his hips rolling up to sink his cock into his throat, cutting off his breathing. Dibu’s mind goes blank with a shudder.Leo pulls back, slow and leisurely, using the ring to make him raise his head, and Dibu takes in a gulping breath when his cock exits his throat, coughing a little and swallowing as he looks at him with wide, teary eyes raised in supplication.Leo smirks. “Pretty, naughty slut. Bit off more than you could chew?” he asks, voice low and rough.Dibu shakes his head no vigorously, jolting when he feels the motion getting restrained by the hold Leo still has on his collar. “No,” he rasps. “Please, Leo–do that again.”Leo’s eyes narrow in satisfaction. “Good boy,” he murmurs. “Keep your hands behind your back, let them go only to pinch me or push against me if you need to. Understood?”Dibu nods, tightening the hold he has on his wrists, and then he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, looking up expectantly. Leo bites off a curse, his fingers curling tighter around the ring as he pulls him down again, dragging the head of his cock against his tongue. He holds him like that, rolling his hips lazily to rub his cock against the flat of his tongue, and then he abruptly slides deeper inside until he has him gagging around him again.Leo holds him down by the hook in the collar as he thrusts up, sinking his cock all the way inside of him with a sharp snap of his hips, and Dibu’s moan is cut off immediately, the sound turned into vibrations that travel along the length of Leo’s cock and make his thighs tense up as he shivers.“Ah, fuck–” Leo groans, low and rough, and then he does it again, and again, working his cock through his spasming throat, holding him still right where he wants him as he bucks up into him.Dibu gags around him – the angle is not the best one, and Leo is being careless and rough in just the right way, in that way that makes Dibu feel like he has to work for it – to earn it – when the discomfort and the struggle make everything hotter and more degrading, turning his brain to mush. He can feel wetness collecting on his thigh, his cock weeping as he swallows with difficulty around Leo’s length. He squeezes his eyes shut, focusing on what it feels like – the drag of it against the inside of his throat, the salty, slightly bitter taste on his tongue and the way his jaw is already starting to ache.Right as Dibu is about to let go, about to sink fully into it – mind going quiet and easy as he accepts his role and his purpose – a shrill sound breaks the quiet.He flinches, and Leo’s fingers slip from the ring as he startles. “What–” Leo breathes, fingers gripping his chin and pulling him up slightly to make sure Dibu isn’t going to choke around him. “Oh, fuck off,” he mutters when he glance to the side.Dibu blinks, his mouth still full, and then his brain registers what he’s hearing. It’s a phone ringing – Leo’s phone, to be exact. He makes a questioning noise as he feels him shift to pick it up, hoping that Leo might decide to ignore it and keep going.Leo seems to reach the same decision, because he silences the call and lets the phone drop on the cushions before settling back and taking a hold of the ring again. He eases himself back into his throat. “It's Kun,” he murmurs, voice amused. “I think he’ll forgive me if I don’t answer him this once.”Dibu flushes, sucking on him gratefully when he pulls out of his throat enough that he can do so without choking. The phone stops vibrating and the only sounds filling the air are wet, filthy ones of Dibu’s throat being fucked and Leo's stuttering breath as he thrusts up into his mouth.Dibu relaxes back into it, letting Leo move him how he pleases and trying to get back to that place he’d been rudely yanked away from. He’s just about to manage it when the phone starts ringing again. This time, though, Leo doesn’t stop. He glances at the screen and then smirks down at him. “He’s annoyingly persistent,” he says, his free hand coming up to caress his cheek. “But I think your mouth is much more interesting.”Dibu chokes on a laugh, and then he moans when the vibration makes Leo buck up into him. He sucks him deeper, working his lips and tongue around him whenever he has enough time and space to do so, eager to make him forget all about the cheerful ringtone that's still ringing in their ears, annoyingly close as Leo's phone is sitting on the cushions right by his leg. He doesn't want him to change his mind.The ringing starts to become quite distracting by the fifth call. Leo lets out a frustrated sigh, pulling him off his cock and letting him gasp for air.“I think I actually need to take this,” he murmurs apologetically.“Fucking Kun,” Dibu rasps, the words grating against his aching throat as he pouts. His nice, mellow headspace has dissipated, even if his arousal has not. He's quite displeased. “He better be on death's door.”Leo laughs, his arm dropping from the back of the couch to grab the phone, and then he stills. “Mh,” he murmurs, looking down at him in consideration. “I want to try something,” he says after a moment of hesitation.Dibu, who had been resigning himself to having to deal with an uncomfortable, boring few minutes, looks up hopefully.Leo smirks. He lets the phone ring itself into silence again as he grabs his chin, hooking his thumb over his lower teeth and leveraging his jaw open. “How about this? You keep my cock hard while I take this. If you're a good boy, I'll fuck your throat as rough as you want once I'm done.”Dibu's breath catches in his chest, his heart skipping a beat and his face flushing as he slowly realizes what Leo is suggesting. He swallows, a trail of saliva dribbling out of his mouth as it's held open against the motion, and he nods eagerly, eyes wide.Leo's expression turns satisfied. “Being good means no noises, no trying to blow me, knowing your limits and when or if to tap out. You'll have one task, and I know you'll be excellent at it,” he says, slow and deliberate.“Fu’ yesh,” Dibu gasps, stilling completely as if to show him how good he can be.Leo nods and then his thumb slips out of his mouth, soon replaced by his cock as he works it back into his throat. Dibu swallows around him automatically, hair standing on end all over his body as Leo's hands cradle his head and position him how he wants. The phone starts ringing again, and a countdown starts in Dibu's brain.Leo makes him turn his head to the side, making him lean it against his hip and moving his leg until Dibu can melt into it, his chest pressed against his thigh so that he can let go and relax, his weight completely supported. He won’t have to focus on keeping himself upright like this, he’ll just have to concentrate on his one task. 
Keep me hard
He moans, and Leo’s cock jerks in his throat as he shifts, pulling out a little but still comfortably nestled deep into him. He stares up at him, waiting to see what he'll do next. Leo’s hands smooth along his shoulders, making sure he's relaxed and comfortable, and then he shushes him when Dibu makes a questioning noise as his lungs start to burn, his airways blocked.“Breathe through your nose,” he says softly, tilting his head back and making him extend his neck fully. The motion forces his throat straight, makes his tongue flatten against the underside of his cock and push out a little out of his mouth. “Like that, good boy,” he hisses, breath catching. “Stick your tongue out.” His fingers grip in his hair to keep him in position.Dibu whines, lust rushing through him as he swallows compulsively around him and tries to obey his orders. He'd never been asked to actually breathe while Leo's cock was down his throat, and he's a little dubious that it's actually possible. He's so big, stretching him wide open – it feels like there's no more space inside of him for air – but he tries when the need to breathe becomes impossible to ignore.He startles, amazed, when he finds out that he actually can. His breathing is shallow and slow, whistling through his nose, but he finds out that if he sticks his tongue out more until it's pressed right at the base of his dick, it somehow makes it easier. Leo's cock slips a little deeper, until there's just a couple of centimeters left out of him, and Dibu shivers all over, knuckles turning white around his wrist as he moans. His breathing cuts off when he does, his throat convulsing, and he swallows around him instinctively a couple of times before he manages to relax again.Leo laughs. “That's why I said no noises. Now, hands on my legs. Pinch me if you want to stop, feel free to pull back a little if you need to. Unless you give me the signal, I'll push back in if I feel like it. Is that alright?” He sounds a little breathless, his face red and his eyes dark, pupils dilated as he looks down at him.Dibu obeys, placing his palms on Leo’s thighs, and then he tries to figure out how to answer that question now that he cannot speak and his head is held still by the position he has to keep if he wants to breathe. The realization of the situation he's in makes him shiver, his cock jerking so hard it slaps against Leo's calf, and his face burns. He opts to give a quick squeeze to Leo's leg, nodding his head minutely. He cannot wait.Leo stares down at him with dark eyes, the ringing phone in his hand, and then he gives him a nod and picks up.“Hello Kuni,” he says, voice bright and cheerful as he relaxes back against the couch. “What the hell do you want?”Dibu squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to make any sounds as a burning wave of embarrassment washes over him and leaves helpless arousal in its wake. He’d thought he had an idea of what this would feel like, but he’d been wrong. He can barely make out the sound of Kun's voice under the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, but it has every hair on his body standing on end.Leo laughs. “You'd think you'd get the memo you should call later.” Kun's voice sounds excited but muffled as he replies, and Dibu finds the courage to look up.Leo is reclining against the seat, heat tilted back against the back of the couch as he stares at the ceiling, smiling. The muscles in his abdomen flex as he raises his arm to press the phone closer to his ear, and he laughs again. “No, no, now you've got my attention, go on. What is it that you needed to share so badly?” His free hand comes down to rest on top of Dibu's head, fingers twitching distractedly as they sink into his hair. He makes an amused sound, looking back down at him, and his mouth curls into a smirk. “Yeah no, Dibu is busy.”Dibu feels his face burn, saliva pooling on his tongue and dripping out of his stretched lips as his stomach jolts. He cannot help letting out a soft, wrecked noise of shame, grateful that it's turned almost silent by Leo's cock. Leo shakes his head at him and tugs sharply at his hair in reprimand.“I think he might be swimming, I don’t know. I was taking a nap,” he answers Kun's question or joke, eyes dancing in amusement. “We're not joined at the hip, you know?”Dibu chokes a little, belly spasming in laughter and forcing him to swallow repeatedly to keep himself quiet, fighting against his gag reflex. Leo grins at him, raising both his eyebrows in a conspiratorial waggle, and Dibu shakes, amusement, mortification and arousal mixing in an interesting way in his belly.Leo throws his head back, laughing again at what sounds, going from the tone of it, like a smartass comment. The motion nudges his cock deeper into his throat, and suddenly, the amusement gets swallowed up by lust, and Dibu's thoughts stutter as he realizes what's happening, the reality of it slamming into him like a freight train. Leo's gaze leaving him feels like a slap of burning humiliation, heat curling in his pelvis and his cock jerking against his thigh as he finds himself being ignored.Before he realizes what he’s doing, he sucks on Leo’s cock – an instinctual, petty attempt to get his attention back – but Leo just fists his hand in his hair, pulls out slightly and then rolls his hips up in a careless motion, sinking back into him. The message is very clear.Dibu's whole body goes hot, and he stills in immediate surrender.“Yeah, I know,” Leo says, voice barely catching as his cock pulses against the walls of his throat. He doesn’t look down at him. “I saw that. You’re telling me it was you?” His fingers relax their grip on his hair and travel down to stroke along the edge of his collar, playing with the buckle.Dibu’s eyes go glassy as Leo ignores him, and the conversation he’s having loses all its meaning, words turning indistinct and fuzzy just as Dibu’s brain does. He can feel spit drooling out of his forced open mouth, the pulse of Leo’s heartbeat on the tip of his tongue, where it’s pressed right at the base of his cock. He shivers, a faint trembling jerk of shameful pleasure rushing through his veins.Leo shifts on the couch, readjusting his position and pushing gently on the back of his skull to sink his cock deeper in his mouth, the motion so humiliatingly careless – as if Dibu was just part of the furniture, as easy to adjust to make Leo feel more comfortable as a cushion would be. His chest hitches, a sharp inhale burning through his nose and giving him some much needed air. Fuck.After a while, Dibu kind of forgets what he’d been told to do. His instincts cry out at him – tell him that having Leo’s cock in his mouth means he has work to do – and he cannot ignore them any longer. He pushes closer, swallowing around him and wrapping his lips tighter around the base, mindlessly going through the motions, eyelids fluttering in satisfaction when he feels precome splash against the back of his mouth as he pulls off a little. His hips twitch, dragging his cock against Leo’s calf.Leo slaps him.It’s not hard, nor painful. It’s a small, careless swat against his cheek, so soft that it barely makes any noise, but it rings loud as a bell inside of Dibu’s mind. His whole body goes white hot and sweat breaks on his back. He cannot help but let out a strangled, wrecked moan, the sound choked and weak, and he immediately looks up, anticipating his punishment for breaking orders. Leo is not looking at him, but his hand comes down again in his cheek again, a little harsher as he replies to something Kun has said.Dibu shudders, mouth going slack and eyes stinging as humiliation burns like a wildfire under the surface of his skin as he feels him push back into his mouth indolently. He can feel how hot his face is where it’s pressed against Leo’s skin, under his palm as he runs his fingers gently over the place he’d hit.He goes limp. He can feel saliva and precome dripping out of his mouth, pooling wetly over Leo’s skin, making a mess all over his dick. His mind is silent, small shudders running down his spine as he melts completely into it. He doesn’t quite know if his eyes are open or closed, his face pressed close to Leo’s skin, his mouth speared open on his cock as he sinks into it – into the feeling of being where he belongs, being useful and pleasing for Leo.Leo’s voice goes in and out of focus, quick and amused and so normal as he talks about something he cannot quite follow – something about ads and a photoshoot, maybe? – and he’s fiddling with his hair distractedly like he usually does with the hem of his shirts. Dibu’s mind catches on a thought – what would Kun say if he could see him right now? What would he think if he knew Leo had him slowly choking on his cock as he spoke to him? Would he be shocked? Would he be amused? Would he be jealous, a small, smug part of his brain wonders. He shudders, imagining the look on Kun’s face. But the idea that he doesn’t know is just as hot as well. The fact he will hang up and then go about his day without knowing what Leo had been doing, how he’d been using Dibu while they chatted, makes him burn from the inside out.As his thoughts spiral into humiliated, needy coils, Dibu starts to feel his lungs burning and pulls away slightly until the head of Leo’s cock slips out of his throat to rest on his tongue. He takes a couple of quick deeper breaths, keeping his hands relaxed on Leo’s thighs to make sure he doesn’t get the wrong impression and stops. He hesitates a little before he settles back into his position, distantly curious to see what Leo will do. I’ll push back in if I feel like it, he’d said, and the words ring through Dibu’s empty mind, filling him with a sort of desperate desire to see if he actually will. He lets his mouth go slack around the head of his cock, looking up at him with teary eyes.Leo does. He doesn’t look at him, doesn’t acknowledge him, he just pushes up – a lazy, proprietary motion – and suddenly his cock is all the way down his throat again, the motion so smoothly commanding Dibu’s body responds by instinct, every nerve screaming at him that he has to please him, and he sinks down again, follows the retreating wave of Leo's hips and making sure his cock remains buried inside him the whole time.Leo hums, amused and pleased, and Dibu doesn’t know if that’s for him or for Kun, but it doesn't matter. Embarrassment roils in his belly as he feels himself responding anyways, well trained and eager and always, always attuned to any sound of approval Leo makes.He listens to Leo’s easy, mellow voice, to the lilt of his words as he chuckles, sounding barely affected while Dibu’s body is throbbing with want and humiliation, and a sort of floaty exhilaration that has his skin prickling in hyper-awareness of the position he’s in.Leo keeps touching him and it’s driving him insane – fingers dancing in his hair as he lets out a laugh, stroking distractedly through it and then stilling when Kun is speaking, his attention leaving him to focus on the conversation he’s having.Dibu squeezes his eyes shut in mortification every time it happens, because even if he is consciously aware that it's not true, it feels almost as if Leo has forgotten he's here in those moments. As if he was just an extension of his body, or a toy he's distractedly using to keep his cock hard. The thought makes his mouth water every time it hits him, and he’s so turned on it hurts.He stays like that for a long time – mouth full, throat stretched, mind empty.He breathes shallowly through his nose, his vision going blurry as his eyes fall to half-mast and slowly glaze over with tears. He sucks on Leo's cock gently, almost mindlessly, a deep-seated reflex that makes him swallow dazedly around him whenever he feels saliva starting to drip out of his mouth again.He can feel him, pressing the walls of his throat wide, so big it forces his gag reflex into submission. He basks in it, skin shivering and body lax in Leo's lap, lips stretched wide as he drools around him, saliva, spit and precome pooling at the base of his cock and dripping down the inside of his thighs.His eyelids flutter as he watches, distantly curious, the way the gleaming mess glistens against Leo's skin. He thinks he should probably feel embarrassed about that, but it's a fleeting thought. There's no space left inside of him for anything that isn't Leo's cock. He's full. Full and satisfied – and he's being useful, keeping Leo hard as he takes his call, he's being a good boy, Leo is pleased with him, and it's so good, so good, so good.His delirious mind basks happily in the feeling of accomplishment and satisfaction as his eyes flutter closed and he swallows tiredly.His heart beats slow and lethargic, and for all that his cock is hard as a rock, weeping precome on his thigh, he has no urge to do anything about it. His arousal slowly becomes something he's aware of, vaguely, but not something he cares too much about. It fades in the background alongside the ache in his jaw and in his knees – unimportant, unneeded as he focuses on his task. At one point, he dazedly realizes that he's having more trouble breathing, his nose clogged by the absolute mess he's making of Leo’s lap, but before he can even twitch with distant alarm at that, Leo's fingers brush against his cheek before coming down to swipe gently under his nose, clearing his airways.Dibu burns. His throat spasms around him at the deep pull of arousal in his belly at that almost careless action – Leo making sure his toy can continue to please him.The next time it happens, spit bubbles out of his nose in a way that makes him feel so helpless – filthy and used – and Leo’s gentle touch as he helps him again fills him with warmth, makes his eyes water in gratitude just as humiliation spears through his belly.The needy part of him, the one that is crying out for Leo's affection and attention even while he revels in being ignored, is soothed by Leo's distracted touch – knuckles pressing against his cheekbone, fingers scratching gently at his scalp, a thumb running under his eye to catch a tear before it makes his way down his already wet cheek.He basks in it.The stillness of it... There's no thrusting motion, no drag against clenching flesh, just pressure stretching his throat open from the inside, the weight of him and the warmth of him, the ache in his jaw, the way his thoughts are slow and dreamy.His throat spasm weakly around him from time to time, and he feels the way Leo's cock pulses when that happens. He cannot help but swallow down the spurt of precome that slides down his throat every time, his breathing cut off for a few seconds as his muscles try to flex around him.It's overwhelming, even if Leo is not doing anything. It's almost meditative, similar to what he’d experienced earlier, but not quite the same. Instead of broadening, Dibu's world slowly narrows down. Sounds become muted and unimportant, until he cannot hear the chirping of birds coming in from the open windows anymore and even Leo's voice becomes indistinct – a low soothing murmur that he feels more than hears, just vibrations running through Leo's body and then into Dibu's from where he's buried inside of him.Soon enough, the only thing he can focus on is Leo's heartbeat, the way it fills his head as his ear presses against his thigh, and he distantly notices that his own has slowed down to match it, until he cannot be sure if its Leo's that he's hearing, or his own, or a mixture of the two.His hand goes limp, falling away from Leo's leg, but before it even manages to land on the couch, Leo's fingers wrap around it, bringing it back into place. He feels a tapping on the back of his hand – two soft points of pressure against his knuckles – and he slowly realizes that Leo is asking him if he's okay. He cannot speak and he can barely move, his whole body soft and pliable, but he manages to twitch his fingers until they curl between Leo’s, interlacing them together and squeezing weakly.He hears what might be a soft laugh and then amused words, but he's not sure if he's even speaking to him, or to Kun.The continuous realization of what's happening – the reminder that he’s actually talking to Kun while Dibu unravels around him – keeps crashing into him, just as strong as the first time and pulling a shiver from his entire body. His skin turns hot all over, sweat breaking over his bare back, and then the thought dissipates into nothing once more.His eyes are at half mast, glassy and almost unseeing, full of the gleam of Leo's pale skin. There's something purring at the base of his nape, right under the buckle of the collar, that sings like pleasure, like peace, through his veins, an almost ringing sound in his ears as his mind slowly shuts off.He doesn't think. Time waxes and wanes and Dibu just exists, just feels. Leo is all that he can think about, his thoughts simple and slow, long minutes passing between one and the next.
Warm

Love you

Use me

Inside me

Touch me

Leo Leo Leo 
And then even those peter out into nothing.***He doesn’t know how long he spends like that.He slowly becomes aware that Leo’s voice has gone quiet and both his hands are on him, petting at his cheek and carding through his hair. His eyes slowly flutter open, and it takes him a while to focus on what he’s seeing. There’s much more to see now that there had been the last time he remembers his eyes being open, and at the same time that occurs to him, he also notices that his breathing is coming easier.He furrows his brows confusedly, lips twitching around the cock still in his mouth but, as he swallows, he realizes that it must have pulled out enough that he wasn’t impaled on it anymore. His mouth is lax and soft around it, useless, and he lets out a strangled whine, fingers twitching against his thigh as he jerks forwards weakly to take him deeper again.“Hey, hey, no– shh,” Leo murmurs, settling him back and then caressing his cheek. “You’re doing good, you’re doing amazing. I want it like this, baby. You’re such a good boy, so perfect.”He goes limp again with a soft, relieved sound, sucking on him gratefully as he finally looks up with glazed eyes. The answering smile he receives makes heat explode in his chest, a bright, lovely feeling that warms him up to the tips of his fingers. He takes another deep breath through his nose, and then another one, forcing himself to focus and come back to reality, even if part of him would be content with staying where he is for the rest of his life.After all, Leo said he’d been good, and that means he’s going to be rewarded for it.He gazes into Leo’s face as he slowly pulls away, trying to gauge if he’s allowed to. Leo raises his eyebrows at him but then he grins and nods, helping him as his cock slips from between his lips and he settles back on his haunches instead of laying on Leo’s leg like a wrung out towel.As soon as Leo’s cock is not inside of him anymore, all the aches and pains suffusing his body start to scream at him all at once. He lets out a soft grunt, his cock jerking when he notices how he has to actually force his mouth to close, his jaw stiff and creaking a little as he flexes it. It hurts in the most delicious of ways. His lips feel chapped – wet and dry at the same time – his knees sting where they are pressed into the cushion. His throat… It’s not as bad as it could be – not nearly as bad as he hopes Leo will make it soon – but he revels in the dull ache spreading in his neck as he swallows.“Fuck,” he croaks as he looks up at Leo, panting. The sound of his own voice makes him shiver.Leo’s eyes go dark, the tendons in his neck suddenly in sharp relief as he swallows. “Yeah,” he breathes. Without looking away from him, he reaches for his discarded shirt and grabs it, using it to clean the spit and precome dripping from his mouth and his chin. Dibu’s eyes go heavy lidded as he leans into his hands. It always does something to him, the fact that Leo often uses his own clothes to clean him up after having made a mess of him. They smell like him, and Dibu always hopes the scent will burrow into his skin and never leave.“God,” Leo exhales. “That was perfect.”Dibu nods, shuffling closer. He tries to find the brain cells necessary to ask for his reward, but when he does, he’s thwarted by his own unresponsive tongue and the words come out jumbled and barely comprehensible, his voice low and rough.Leo’s eyes close tightly, and he lets out a sharp sigh. “You know, I might just keep your throat always stuffed full of cock, so that you can sound like that every day. It’s so hot,” he says, bending down to murmur the words against his fucked out mouth and Dibu moans and leans in, kissing him back eagerly to show him how much he loves that idea.“Your cock, remaking me?” he pants into his mouth, and it’s teasing but also not, a hint of that worshipful yearning threaded through the words. Leo groans and fists his hair, the kiss turning harsher and making him shiver head to toe. “God, you’re such a freak,” he laughs, and Dibu’s cock jerks, dragging against his tattooed calf as he lets out a desperate whine and claws at his arms, trying to pull him closer. “We can start on that if you want. I have a reward to give you, don’t I?” Leo says teasingly, nipping at his lower lip.Dibu nods enthusiastically. “Yes, please,” he rasps – and Leo is right, his voice sounding like that is really hot – and he swallows, anticipating his next question when he sees his mouth open. “I’m so green I may as well be a clover.”Leo lets out a startled laugh, his eyes crinkling in delight as he looks at him fondly. He grabs his shirt again and quickly cleans up his lap from Dibu’s saliva, making him flush to the tip of his ears as he realizes how much of it there is. He’s also concerned about how hard Leo is – his cock a deep red and throbbing, looking desperately in need of Dibu’s mouth again. He fights the urge to get him back inside, instead staggering backwards as Leo stands up and following his lead, standing up on shaky legs as well when prompted to do so.Leo smirks at him. “Your knees must be killing you,” he says, pulling him close in a gentle hug, nuzzling his face against his chest. Dibu whines softly at the gesture of affection, his knees almost buckling as he’s overcome by a warm, fuzzy feeling that makes him smile dopily. He nods in response to his words, trembling hands sliding up Leo’s back before he’s gently pushed away. “Why don’t you lay down?” Leo gestures towards the couch, grabbing his phone and tossing it carelessly on the glass table to make space for him. “On your back, head hanging from the armrest.”Dibu immediately pictures the position he’s been asked to take and he lets out a shaky, excited noise as he scrambles to obey, gracelessly kneeling on the cushions and then crawling towards the end closer to Leo. The couch is quite tall and the armrest is just at the right height that once the back of his neck rests on it – his head dangling down the side of it – he can see that Leo’s cock lines up perfectly with his mouth. His belly tenses, his own dick giving a spasming jerk as it dribbles precome against it. His mouth drops open in anticipation, fingers curling into the soft cushions by his hips with breathless eagerness as he watches Leo eye him appraisingly.“Exactly like that,” Leo breathes, stepping closer. He smiles down at him, amused and a bit mean as he rests his cock on his chin teasingly. “God, your willingness to be a pretty, warm hole for me to use is so hot, Emi. You’re practically shaking.”Dibu squeezes his eyes shut, a sharp gasp escaping his open mouth as he feels heat rise under his skin. He jerks his head in the smallest nod, shivering when Leo’s cock slides along his bottom lip. He can feel his mouth watering again, and he looks at Leo pleadingly.“Don’t worry, you don’t have to beg for this. You deserve it. You’ve been so good for me today.” Leo slides his cock into his mouth with a pleased sigh, stepping closer to nudge deeper. “Quiet and obedient, I don’t think Kun noticed anything.” Dibu whines, eyes going wide as he abruptly remembers that that was something that happened. He looks up, Leo’s upside down face smiling at him as he thrusts shallowly inside his mouth. It’s a bit weird – Dibu had thought that he already knew all the ways in which Leo’s cock could fit inside his mouth, but this is new. He flicks his tongue up to meet his gentle thrust, trying to memorize the new feeling, the way he cannot trace the big vein on the underside of it in this position, trying to find another way to make his tongue useful. Leo hums appreciatively as he feels him drag it against the head. He keeps talking, still staring at him in the eyes. “Or maybe he did. Your mouth feels so good, sweetheart, I might have given the game away. He was full of innuendo at the end there.” He pulls his hips back, sliding his cock out just to push in again. “Maybe he knows how much of a slut you are for me now.” Dibu moans, unable to look away from Leo’s dark eyes as he wraps his mouth tighter around him and sucks him desperately at the idea. Leo grins at him. “Maybe next time he sees you, he’ll picture you on your knees for me. Wouldn’t that be fun, darling?” Dibu’s hands fist into the cushions, his body a taut line of tension as he fights not to take himself in hand to give himself some relief. His eyes water, a deep, hot feeling of delicious mortification making every muscle in his body tense up at the thought. He swallows.Leo bends over him a little, reaching for his hands and pulling them away from the clawing grip they have on the couch. He tugs them over Dibu's head until they are dangling from the side of the couch as well, and then he helps him place them on his legs. “Hold onto me, love. I’m going to be pretty rough, but I doubt I’ll last long,” he chuckles breathlessly. “I’m too worked up. I’ll keep going for as long as your hands are on me, you can let go if you want a break.”Dibu makes a smothered sound of assent, curling his fingers around the back of Leo’s calves and squeezing before dragging them higher until he's gripping the back of his thighs. His stomach twists in excitement as he feels them flex under his grip. He lets his mouth go lax, relaxing his neck as much as he can so that his mouth and his throat are lined up, a straight, wet hole for Leo to fuck into without any struggle.Leo is breathing quick and harsh, his cock jerking up against Dibu's tongue as he looks at him, a spurt of precome making his mouth even slicker. Dibu shivers as he imagines what he looks like – teary eyes and bruised, swollen lips wrapped around him, saliva dribbling out of the corners of his mouth to trail down his cheeks like upside down tears, Adam apple bobbing under the collar as he swallows down his precome. He's sure his face is bright red, a mix of mortification, exertion and gravity pulling the blood to his head. One of Leo's hands comes down to cradle the back of his head affectionately, before tugging playfully at the collar. “You don’t have to do anything, think of anything. Just let me use you, you’re so good at that.” It’s praise wrapped into degradation, and it makes Dibu’s blood sing.Finally, Leo starts moving, pushing forwards in one long, smooth glide until Dibu’s lips are pressed to his pelvis, his fingers sinking into his hair and tightening when he swallows around him. Dibu's vision goes dark, his field of view restricted to almost nothing as Leo presses as close as he can, making his nose grind against his twitching balls. He cannot see anything – he can only taste him, feel him split his mouth wide open, his scent surrounding him and turning his thoughts fuzzy and almost animalistic – and he shudders, squeezing Leo's thighs for a moment before petting at them clumsily, reverently. He never wants to be anywhere else but here.Leo lets out a ragged laugh. “You’re so open for me, you take it so easy now,” he pants as he sets a slow but deep rhythm, pulling out almost all the way and thrusting back into his extended throat again and again.He’s right. Dibu’s gag reflex has been wrestled into submission, fucked out of him by how long he’d been impaled on his cock today, the muscles of his throat soft and slick and open for him, not offering any resistance as Leo implacably buries himself inside. The drag of his cock against the swollen walls aches brightly, his jaw twinging with dull pain as it’s forced wide open again, and fierce satisfaction bursts into Dibu’s chest. He loves being easy for Leo.Leo groans, his thighs trembling under Dibu’s hands as he starts moving faster. Dibu tries to apply all the new techniques he’s learned today, pushing his tongue out and breathing through his nose when he can – when his face isn't buried between Leo's legs – fingers digging into Leo’s skin as he holds onto him for dear life when the thrusts turn rougher. His cock is so hard it hurts, every brush against the skin of his own belly feeling amplified by how on edge he is, and he realizes he’s getting close.Leo's hand turns steely on the back of his neck as he grinds against his mouth – a couple of short, clipped thrusts as he buries himself deeper – and Dibu can feel him reach so deep he's sure that if he cupped his throat he'd feel him behind his Adam’s apple. His eyes roll in the back of his head, a shudder running through him as his starved lungs beg for air. His tongue is flattened out of his mouth, the tip of it pressed against Leo’s pelvic bone.“God, you're drooling–” Leo says harshly, words rough and clipped. “Fuck, fuck– such a good mouth, such a good hole for me– so good!” he groans, slamming deep and then grinding deeper, reaching down to place a hand on Dibu’s chest for balance as he hunches over him, his bitten nails scratching at his pectoral. He’s so deep Dibu feels him in his stomach, and as he opens his blurry eyes, he can see his ass flex gloriously as he fucks into him. He shudders, wanton heat burning in his chest.His mouth is wide open, lips pressed at the base of Leo’s cock, and he doesn’t think it could feel better than this. At least, he doesn’t until Leo’s free hand closes around his neck– grip upside-down but just as precise as usual, fingers closing over the collar and his throat both as he squeezes gently. Dibu jerks, body spasming as if he’d been electrocuted as he feels the hand press his throat tighter around Leo’s cock, and his vision flashes dark, a violent tremor shaking through him as even the meager sliver of air he'd been able to get is cut off.Leo lets out a low, almost growling curse as he works his cock through his spasming throat, fucking through the constriction of the collar and his hand for a couple of long, mind-blowing moments, his cock dragging sharply against the abused walls of his throat in a way Dibu is sure is gonna leave him sounding wrecked. Dibu's whole body goes taut, back arching and thighs tensing as he squeezes his eyes shut, toes curling into the sofa cushions and fingers clawing at the back of Leo's legs, feeling his thighs tremble under his touch. His dick rubs against his own belly, dragging through the puddle of precome pooling on it when he hears the low, panting sound of Leo’s groans as he chokes him with his cock – with his hand on the collar, making him tighter for himself.He sobs – or tries to, a sharp pull in his lungs as they try to inflate but can't – and there's saliva dripping out of his mouth, sliding down his cheeks and mixing with the helpless tears he's not even trying to contain. His mind slows down to a crawl, lungs burning and throat aching as Leo keeps fucking him through it, through the way his body fights for air – self preservation and instincts even Dibu cannot fight against, because if he could, oh God, he'd let him keep doing this forever.Leo releases his neck and pulls out of him with a squelching, filthy noise a moment before Dibu would have let go of his legs. Dibu coughs and heaves in a sobbing, shaking gasp, pleas and incoherent babbling pouring down his tongue, his vision blurry with overwhelmed, aroused tears. “God, you loved that,” Leo pants, a wondrous lilt in his voice that makes deep embarrassment and pride slither through Dibu’s veins. “You almost came from that. You’re such a freak, Emi,” he whispers, bending down to look him in the eyes as his hand on his nape holds his head up. Dibu gazes sightlessly back, his face an upside-down blur, just the dark glint in his eyes, the fond curl of his lips registering in his brain. He nods jerkily. “ ‘ours, only yours,” he coughs, the words scraping past the ache in his throat and bringing him closer to the edge.Leo kisses him, harsh and graceless. He keeps saying something, pressing words against his bruised lips, against his tongue, and it takes a second for the rush of blood through Dibu’s ears to quieten enough that he can understand him.
Love you – Mine – I love you.
He tries to kiss back, hindered by the weird positioning as their teeth click together, and he shifts against the couch to push their mouths together. He lets out a yelp as something pokes him in the back at the motion, digging painfully into the knobs of his spine. Leo pulls away, eyes growing sharper as he looks at him questioningly. Dibu frowns, letting go of his leg to reach under his back, scrambling to find whatever it is that’s spearing up against the middle of his spine.He lets out a delirious laugh when he pulls out the black marker Leo had used for his crosswords. “Sorry,” he croaks, making to throw it away.Leo chuckles and stops him, taking it from him. “Oh, I forgot about that,” he murmurs as he rolls it between his fingers. Suddenly, a mean glint enters his eyes, and he looks down at him, his grin widening. “I can use this,” he says, his face flushed red.Dibu makes a trepidantly curious sound, putting his hand back on Leo’s thigh, and looks up at him expectantly as Leo straightens once more. “Love you too,” he rasps, his brain lagging a bit behind as he kisses the head of his cock.Leo’s eyes go soft, and he smiles at him. “You’re going to love this,” he murmurs, caressing his cheek. He nudges the tip of his cock against Dibu’s mouth, pushing inside leisurely until he’s bottomed out again, that fierce, wild abandon he’d been fucking him with reigned in once more.Dibu’s eyes flutter shut as he swallows around him, basking in the beautiful ache in his throat, his body going limp and useless, muscles melting like warm wax as he just accepts it, relaxing completely into it.“Beautiful,” Leo whispers, and then Dibu hears the soft click of the marker’s cap being opened.His eyes fly open, the shocked sound he wants to make strangled by Leo’s cock as he feels the damp felt-tip resting against his skin under the lower edge of the collar, just below his Adam's apple. He stills, mind awash with shocked humiliation as he feels it slide over his skin, tracing a sharp line right where he can feel the head of Leo's cock nestled deep."There you go." Leo says, voice raspy and darkly amused. "That's where I'm always supposed to be.” He rocks a little, working his cock through his wrecked throat, letting out a soft sound of pleasure as Dibu’s eyes fill with tears. “Good boy, such a good cocksucker,” he murmurs tenderly as he pulls out.Dibu stares at the thick string of saliva dripping from his cock and shudders, panting. He looks up at him, eyes wide and damp and adoring, his dick weeping on his belly, and Leo stares back down to him with a wry smile. "You're made to be fucked, aren't you? Look at that…” His eyes glance up, mouth quirking into a satisfied, possessive grin as it lands on the mark on his neck. “But I think you can do better. Let’s see if I can beat my record, shall we? I know you can take me deeper.”Dibu lets out a strangled, desperate noise, nodding furiously. The ink on his neck feels cold as it dries, and he swallows with difficulty, shock still echoing through him, throbbing through his veins and coiling like pleasure in his lower belly as he pulls Leo closer by the back of his thighs. He’s so close it makes him squirm with embarrassment, especially because he hasn’t even been touched yet. His cock aches with it.Leo smiles, pushing back in and not stopping until he’s forcing Dibu’s jaw open as wide as it could go, his hips pressed to his face and one hand on the back of his neck to keep his head still and his throat extended as he bucks inside of him harshly. Dibu tries to help, feeling saliva drip out of his useless mouth as he pushes his tongue out, Leo's cock slipping even deeper as the motion opens up his throat. He moans, but the sound is turned into just vibrations, and Leo’s thighs turn rock hard under Dibu’s hands as he twists his hips to crawl a centimeter deeper, stretching his throat so tight around him that it has fireworks lighting up his brain. Dibu shudders, cock spasming and mind going quiet as he registers a second notch being drawn on his neck, just under the first. Leo’s pleased, sharp laugh hits him like a sledgehammer, and he’s gone. Shock and arousal wash through him and he seizes up, his back arching and making his the head of his dick drag against his trembling stomach, and his cock pulses – once, twice and then he’s coming, the proof of what his mouth is for inked into his skin leaving him so debased with humiliation and pleasure that he needs nothing touching him to spill all over his own belly, coming so hard that he feels it splash against his chest as well.Dibu screams, or at least he tries to. His throat flutters around Leo's cock as his body thrashes under him, the spasming vibrations pulling a sharp, broken moan from Leo’s chest and making him jerk into him. His vision goes gray at the edges as he’s left shuddering, legs twitching and toes curling into the cushions, fingernails clawing at Leo’s thighs as he holds him close, holds him inside.Coming untouched always feels sharp – raw, acute pleasure slashing through his nerves, not gentled by a touch or physical sensations, not spread out through his whole body but narrow and fierce like a line of fire from his gut to the tip of his cock. It's at once too much and yet leaves him feeling faintly bereft, even as his mind whites out.He vaguely hears Leo let out a strangled curse and feels his grip on the back of his neck turning steely before he lets go and pushes against his hold to extract his cock from his clenching throat. He trembles and gasps and sucks in desperate breaths, letting out broken, helpless keens and swallowing automatically when his airways are clear, the shock of oxygen lighting his mind on fire and rushing through his veins like eclectic sparks. He feels wetness splash against his lips, over his chin and on his neck, Leo’s broken moan echoing in his ears, and his whole world is made of white light and muffled sounds and the taste of Leo’s come on his tongue.He blinks dazedly, chest heaving as he fills his lungs again and again and watches the upside-down picture of Leo staggering to his knees, pupils blown out and mouth trembling and red as he pants and stares at him before he leans forwards to rest his forehead against his, closing his eyes with a shaky sigh that sounds like Dibu’s name.Dibu smiles dreamily, eyelids growing heavy and that lovely feeling of peace spreading through his veins as he feels the warmth of Leo’s fingers grazing reverently against his spit-damp cheek.  When the sun dips below the horizon and the sky turns pink and orange Dibu lets out an amused hum around the sweet spoonful Leo is feeding him. They are back in the hammock, freshly showered and fucked out.Dibu’s face is still glistening from the cream Leo had rubbed on his cheeks and his mouth, muttering something about friction burns and dry skin as he dabbed it carefully over his lips. He’s been made to suck on melting ice cubes, cuddled and pampered and taken care of, and now Leo has decided that they are having ice cream for dinner, on account of the fact that it would probably be the less painful option for his poor, abused throat.Leo looks down at him with a raised eyebrow, pulling the spoon from between his lips. This time, it’s Dibu’s turn to lay down with his head in his lap, and the thought is hilarious to him for some reason. He’s still a little woozy, limbs heavy and thoughts slow as he basks in Leo's attention, and he swallows the melting bite of dulce de leche flavor, shivering as it soothes the burning feeling in his throat. “‘othing,” he mutters, smiling.Leo looks at him dubiously, reaching for the bowl placed on Dibu’s stomach to scoop up a spoonful for himself. “You’re still floating?” he mutters, licking the spoon clean.Dibu snorts. “You worked me over so thoroughly, I think I’m still going to be floating tomorrow.” He’s whispering, but even like this, his voice sounds raspy. He can see the effect it has on Leo, his mouth twitching in what looks like both arousal and sheepish guilt. He smirks. “We really did nothing else but fuck and cuddle today, uh?” he snickers, wincing a little at the pull in his throat.Leo smiles back. “Yeah. It was glorious,” he says, bending awkwardly over to kiss him. His lips are as cold as Dibu’s, and taste sweet.“Mhh. If only it could be like this always,” Dibu murmurs, arching up a little to chase the taste of him as he pulls away.Leo laughs. “Your brain might melt out of your head if we did that everyday.”“What a way to go, though…” Dibu purrs as he settles back into Leo’s lap. They finish the rest of the ice cream in silence, and then a thought occurs to Dibu. He tilts his head back against Leo’s belly and frowns. “What did Kun want, by the way?”Leo’s eyes light up, and he lets out a laugh. “To let me know the world thinks I’ve been abducted, actually.”Dibu chokes on his saliva. “W-what?” he gasps, coughing and grimacing.“Yeah. There’s conspiracy theories floating around that I’m being held hostage inside my house. By a mysterious man that drove in after Christmas and hasn’t left yet,” Leo snickers. “He still hasn’t been identified, though.”Dibu bursts out laughing. “R-really?” he wheezes. “Yup. They are fringe theories at the moment, but apparently it’s really suspicious that I haven't shown my face anywhere in almost ten days. So,” he widens his eyes teasingly. “Can you let me go, pretty please mister kidnapper sir?”Dibu shakes, squeezing his eyes shut as he fights for breath. “But we went out to that restaurant! The owner took a photo and everything,” he manages to say between guffaws. Leo nods. “He’s been kind enough not to post them yet because I asked,” he replies. “I didn’t want to have everyone descending on us when we had managed to go unnoticed until that point.” He smirks. “Can you imagine what kinda photos the paparazzi would have taken of you that evening? You were still a bit out of it. The headline would have been something like… ‘Messi drags drunken World Champion out of restaurant, they trip on the pavement outside’.”Dibu makes an indignant noise. “I didn’t trip! It was a stumble, I barely stumbled–”“You were zoning out and almost made us crash to the ground,” Leo speaks over him. “I’m a head shorter than you, you can’t just expect me to keep you upright when you go limp from out of nowhere!”“Yeah, yeah,” Dibu grumbles, not managing to hide a grin. “Totally your fault by the way.”“You were the one who wanted to go out while freshly whipped! Argh–” Leo cuts himself off, laughing. “Nevermind, let’s not rehash that.”“Yeah, because you know I'm right,” Dibu mutters under his breath, and Leo stubbornly ignores him.“Anyways. I probably should have posted something at least,” he sighs, relaxing back into the hammock. “I did kinda fall off the face of the earth.”Dibu makes a pleased noise. “I’m just that enthralling, I guess,” he says, fake-modestly.“That you are,” Leo says fondly. He grabs the empty ice cream bowl and lets it fall out of the hammock on the grass, before wiggling deeper under him and wrapping his arms around his waist, hooking his chin over his shoulder. He presses a kiss to his cheek, and Dibu hums contentedly, wrapping his arms around Leo’s. “Kun wanted to tell me all the theories going around, and let me know which ones he came up with and gleefully spread himself.”Dibu snorts. “I bet they were awful. Was there one about aliens coming back to bring you home? He loves the alien jokes.”Leo sighs deeply. “There was. He’s so unoriginal,” he complains. “He also retweeted every one that implied I was just having wild kinky sex with my mystery kidnapper,” he says wryly. “He thinks it’s hilarious how on point they are, and that they assume I'm the one being tied up.”Dibu guffaws. “Oh my god,” he gasps, turning his head to hide his face into Leo’s neck. He hadn’t had the time or the inclination to spend time on social media in the last week. He cannot believe he missed this. “Oh god, I have to see that.”Leo groans, and then laughs. “The gay rumors are making a comeback,” he says wryly.“ R-rumors,” Dibu chokes, shaking with laughter. He can feel Leo’s cheek pull up in a smile where it’s pressed against his temple.“I could put them to rest,” he murmurs. “Post a picture. Caption it ‘No worries, I’m alive and having fantastic sex with my boyfriend. Mind your own business’.”Dibu’s heart jolts and he looks up, the laughter dying on his lips. Leo looks half-teasing, half-serious. He swallows. “You– uh. You would?” Leo flushes, gaze darting away quickly before it comes back to him. “Yeah,” he whispers. “If you wanted me to, I would.” He makes a face. “I wouldn't use the word boyfriend, though.”Dibu snickers even as his stomach twists in surprised pleasure. Leo looks like he’s waiting for his reaction, mouth slightly tense and eyes fixed on him. He thinks about it. God, the fact that Leo would … He lets out a shaky breath.“Not yet,” he ends up saying. He looks up in Leo’s eyes, measuring his words so that he doesn’t give him the wrong impression. “I want you all to myself for a little while longer,” he breathes. He doesn’t want the world to intrude on this. “And you don’t have to, If you don’t want to, not just for me. You haven’t… All this time, you haven’t. I don’t want you to do it because of me.” He knows that not all the reactions would be good, not even for Leo.Leo swallows, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a small sigh. “I haven’t had a reason to, until now. I hate the attention. But I want to be with you, I don’t want to hide you, like you’re…” He trails off, mouth twisting.Dibu curls his fingers around his, where they are fisted into the fabric of his t-shirt, right over his breastbone. “You don’t have to worry about that,” he murmurs, tilting his head to press his lips under his jaw. “You never make me feel like a dirty secret.” he pulls back to look him in the eyes and he smiles, wide and sincere and full of love. “The team knows, your family knows… I bet your friends know. You told all the people that matter. You aren’t hiding me.”Leo relaxes, sighing shakily. “They do. My friends, I mean. I didn’t tell them your name because I didn’t know if you wanted me to, but they know I have someone.” His mouth twitches and he snorts. “Luis guessed, by the way. He says my type is blindingly obvious,” he grumbles.Dibu raises an eyebrow. “Suarez?” “Mh-mh,” Leo hums. “He’s a dick, so tell me if he tries giving you the shovel talk, yeah? I’ll kick his ass.”Dibu grins, feeling his chest expand with a burst of joy. “Will do, my love.”Leo twitches and then groans, digging his chin into his shoulder and staring balefully at him as he blushes. “Why do you always go for my weak spot, you bastard?”Dibu twists into his arms and turns around until they are chest to chest, wiggling his arms under him to hug him tight. He kisses the tip of his nose. “I love how red you get,” he says. “It’s adorable. You say and do the most depraved shit without batting an eye, but god forbid I call you my love, you turn into a puddle of goo.” Dibu kisses his chin softly, and then his cheek and the corner of his mouth. “You hopeless romantic,” he murmurs against his lips.Leo splutters, squirming in his embrace and turning redder. He pouts. “This is not fair,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut, and Dibu laughs as he keeps pressing feather-soft, sweet kisses to his face.“All is fair in love and war,” he mutters, and then he yelps as Leo abruptly twists under him and manages to flip them around until Dibu is the one on his back. He blinks, looking up at his victorious smile with wide eyes.“Oh it is, isn’t it? Two can play that game,” Leo whispers before bending down to kiss him, slow and deep and yet careful against his bruised lips.They do end up falling out of the hammock this time.  The morning after, Leo – that utter bastard – sends him a photo.Dibu loses his breath as he opens the message and stares at it. It’s a candid shot of him the day before, one he had been too out of it to notice being taken. It’s carefully framed, a clipped image like a puzzle piece belonging to a bigger picture. It’s taken upside down, his face just visible from under his nose to halfway down his chest, mouth open and tongue extended, skin wet with saliva. There are thick streaks of come painting his bruised lips, splashed against his chin and over his neck – glistening wetly in stark relief over the dark leather of the collar and almost smearing away the two inky notches drawn under his Adam's apple. Dibu swallows compulsively, a hand coming up to cradle his throat dazedly as he stares at them, the reality of what they represent slamming into him all at once and forcing him to sit down before his legs give out from under him. They are so low on his neck… He looks ruined.It takes him a while to notice that the photo is accompanied by a caption – too busy desperately trying not to black out from arousal – and when he does he lets out a strangled whine. Good job, my love. Leo might have won the war, after all.

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Dibu’s eyes flutter open and he lets out a contented sound. He's warm and cozy under the blankets, curled against Leo’s back, their limbs all tangled together. He buries his nose into Leo's hair, enjoying the tickling feeling as he inhales deeply and wraps his arms tighter around his waist.He could get used to this. He has in fact – every morning he gets more and more sure that this is how he wants to wake up for the rest of his life. He doesn't know how he’s going to survive not getting to have this for months on end.Leo shifts, his foot slipping backwards between his legs and trailing lazily down his calf before it hooks around his ankle. Dibu smiles against the top of his head, pushing a knee between his thighs and pressing his hips against his ass. Leo snorts. Ah, he’s awake then. All of Dibu’s melancholy thoughts dissipate as Leo turns his head, looking at him over his shoulder. His stomach swoops.Leo’s hair is ruffled, sticking to his head on the side that had been pressed to the pillow, standing on end on the other. His cheek is marked by pink imprints of the pillowcase creases, and his eyes are barely open, fluttering weakly as if he’s trying not to let them slip closed again. His mouth opens as if to speak, but a yawn interrupts him and he shivers, turning his head to smother it into the pillow. Dibu’s heart pounds, love fluttering in his belly and tugging at his lips in a besotted smile.Leo makes a grumbling noise and turns in his arms until they are face to face. He crawls deeper into his embrace, pressing his nose at the base of his throat and muttering a slurred good morning. His arm wiggles under his ribcage to wrap around his waist as he presses himself against his chest, a thigh slipping between his and pulling them closer still.Dibu reciprocates the greeting, smirking when he feels Leo shiver against him at his rough, raspy voice. “Fuck,” Leo mutters, voice muffled against his neck. His beard prickles against Dibu’s skin pleasantly as he speaks.“Mhmh,” Dibu agrees, nosing at his temple lazily. His throat is almost back to normal now, two days later, but Leo still reacts like this in the morning, when sleep pulls at his vocal chords. His hips twitch forwards and his smile becomes smug when he feels Leo’s cock give an interested jerk against his lower belly.He slips a hand under the back of Leo’s shirt, running his palm against the length of his spine just to feel the skin pebble under his touch. He’s so warm and lovely in his arms, limbs relaxed and skin flush against his, the heat of their bodies trapped around them by the white sheets. Dibu closes his eyes again when Leo doesn’t do much more than hum at his touch, burrowing closer.He lets his thoughts and worries float away, breathing slow and deep, lazy arousal warming his skin all over. Leo’s hand runs up and down his side in an almost hypnotizing motion, thumb tracing his hipbone as his lips brush sweetly against his Adam’s apple with every breath.The sky is just now turning a pale pink, the first chirping sounds of the waking birds in the trees outside starting to thrill through the air. Dibu’s fingers trace the knobs of Leo’s spine under the soft, worn shirt, counting them again and again as contentment swirls through his veins. He’s so happy he feels like he could float away, the day stretching out in front of him, full of possibilities. Maybe they’ll go swimming after breakfast, or they’ll play some football in Leo's small, well cared for pitch. Maybe they’ll take Leo’s car again to go for a ride like they’d done last week, or maybe they’ll spend all morning on the couch, playing games or watching some random show as they talk about everything and nothing. Or maybe they’ll ask Bruno for a suggestion – he knows all the best, most discrete places in the city, he would for sure know if there was some hidden movie theater somewhere where they could spend the afternoon.Dibu imagines that, smiling. He wants to take Leo out, wants to treat him to everything in existence, wants to watch him laugh under the bright sun in the middle of the street. He wants to hold his hand and kiss him on a bench in the park, make him try new food and show him all the best things. He clutches him to his chest, pressing a kiss to his temple. He’s a little sad at the thought that he can’t, not really. Even if they came out, Leo is way, way too famous to have a normal day in the city, and way too nice with his fans not to have their date turn into a hours long autograph session. He understands – to his very core – the love their people have for him, but at the same time he resents it a little, because it means that Leo cannot always be himself when he’s not inside his own house.It’s one of the things Dibu had been loving the most these last two weeks. Leo is so open, here. Unselfconscious and relaxed, his smile bigger and brighter, his laugh louder, his jokes raunchier and sharper, his humor wittier and a little mean at times. His posture is looser – turning his slouches even worse, somehow – , which makes Dibu realize that there's an alert edge to it when he’s in public that he hadn’t noticed before – the constant awareness of being stared at . Dibu knows that he’s got no self-control when he’s around him. He’s always staring, reaching out to touch him without even noticing it – his arm, the small of his back, fingers running through his hair – whether they’re in public or in private. Leo doesn’t seem to mind it when it’s him that’s doing it though, which makes him feel like he’s back to being a teenager again, butterflies in his stomach and the deep need to cry out his love from the rooftops. The whole thing is made even better by the amazing revelation that Leo is just as touchy when he’s fully, utterly at ease, affection bubbling out of him in an almost tangible way – his hands always on Dibu’s body, his eyes searching for him whenever he moves, compliments and affectionate words falling from his lips easily.He’s gotten used to the way they move around each other, almost like magnets pulling together whenever they get close, and he knows it’s something he’ll have to pay attention to and try to control when the peaceful bubble they are in dissipates and the real world comes knocking. A touch against his shoulder pulls him out of his musings and he blinks, leaning back a little and looking down.Leo is smiling up at him and Dibu has no choice but to bend down to press their lips together. Leo’s hand cards into his hair, petting gently as they kiss languidly.After a moment, Leo pulls away and laughs, wrinkling his nose. “Ugh, morning breath,” he mutters, eyes dancing.Dibu grins mischievously and pushes him on his back, his smile widening when he sees Leo’s eyes narrow up at him in suspicion. He swoops down, pinning him against the mattress and licking a stripe up his cheek.Leo yelps, nose scrunching up as his hands come up to push at his jaw, trying to turn his face away, but Dibu is persistent. He takes advantage of the way Leo’s laughter is making him uncoordinated as he tries to wiggle away, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his chin, against the corner of his mouth and, most deviously, on the tip of his nose. He crows with delight when Leo gives up and yanks him down by the hair, kissing him in between giggles.“You’re so disgusting,” Leo snickers against his lips, but Dibu cannot help but notice the way he doesn’t, in fact, stop kissing him.He pushes up on an elbow, sliding his arm under Leo’s head to cradle him to his chest, his free hand curling around his hip as he hovers over him and slides his tongue between his lips. He can feel Leo sigh into his mouth, his fingers tugging gently at his hair as the kiss deepens.When he’s got his fill, he pulls away to look down at him. His lips are pink and damp, curled up in a sleepy smile, his eyes at half-mast. He looks so beautiful it makes Dibu’s heart clench almost painfully.“I love you,” he breathes, sliding his hand up his side, fingertips tracing the curve of his ribs. His eyes flit over his features, down his neck and over his chest, almost hypnotized by the way his belly rises and falls slowly under the soft material of his shirt.Leo’s smile brightens, eyes lighting up as the tips of his ears turn pink. He turns his head to the side to press his lips against his bicep, and Dibu can feel the answering words they form against his skin. He grins.He cannot help but notice the way Leo’s cock is slowly filling up in his boxers, and his fingers itch to touch. He grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up – slowly, almost like he’s opening a present, the anticipation of it making every inch of uncovered skin feel like he’s discovering a secret. He tugs on it until it’s bunched up under his collarbones, leaving his stomach bare to the cool morning air, and watches with a small smile the goosebumps that rise and shiver down his chest to the thin skin in the v of his hips.He smooths a caress down his chest – thumb brushing gently over the small tightly furled nipple and then down his belly, feeling the goosebumps disappear under the warmth of his skin, and then he spreads his fingers wide. His breath catches as he stares at the way his palm covers almost the entirety of Leo’s abs, long fingers fanning over pale, soft skin and twitching muscles, his thumb pressing against the bottom of his ribs, pinky nudging against his hipbone.He swallows the saliva that’s pooling in his mouth, letting out a slow sigh. Leo’s breathing has quickened as well, Dibu can both hear it and feel it, his diaphragm moving faster under his palm. He glances up to his face, biting his lip when he notices the way his eyes have turned dark, fixed on his hand where it’s resting on his stomach.“You have such gorgeous hands,” Leo murmurs, glancing up at him with a small smile before he goes back to watching, fascinated, the way Dibu’s palm and fingers seem to take up all the space between his ribs and his pelvis. His Adam's apple bobs in his neck, his eyes turning darker still.Dibu hides a grin against his temple. He knows how much Leo loves his hands. He often catches him staring at his fingers when he’s twirling a pen around them, when he’s biting at his nails, when they wrap around a fork as he eats – quick, appreciative glances that make warmth bloom through him. He knows how much Leo likes it when he wraps them around his hips, sinks them into his thighs, claws them down his back. He hums, extremely pleased. “You have a gorgeous belly,” he replies, voice soft and wondrous. He blinks when he feels the belly in question spasm under his palm as Leo laughs, and he looks back up, raising an eyebrow.Leo is chuckling. “My belly? Really?”Dibu flushes, but he grins back. “It’s so beautiful. Look.” He raises his hand, watching the skin shiver at the lack of warmth. Leo is still snickering, his abs flexing erratically, and Dibu traces them with the tips of his fingers, enjoying the switch from hard to soft to hard again. “It’s so soft,” he mutters, running his thumb over the dip of his bellybutton, the pad catching on the almost nonexistent fold a little. “Your skin feels so smooth. Like silk.” He curls his fingers to run his knuckles down the middle of his stomach, stopping only when they are pressed at the top of his pelvis. “I wanna bite it,” he whispers.Leo’s breath catches. “Feel free to do so,” he says, sounding a little breathless.Dibu shoots him a brilliant smile. He gently pulls his arms out from under Leo’s head, letting him fall back against the pillow, and then he crawls down the bed, sprawling out on his side next to him and resting his cheek against his stomach. He lets out a happy sigh, nuzzling against it.Leo makes an amused sound, but Dibu can hear the anticipation in his voice as he sinks his fingers into his hair. He presses his lips against his skin, slow and sweet, not above teasing him a little. He leaves little kisses all over his belly, nosing at the bumps of his abs and tracing the lines of the obliques with the tip of his tongue, licking at the smooth, hot skin. He hums contentedly, rubbing his stubble against him and enjoying the way Leo's breath catches at the rough sensation. A thought occurs to him, and he smiles deviously before licking a stripe over his bellybutton.Leo gasps, his legs twitching, and Dibu does it again, delighted at the note of surprise he’d heard in that noise. He tongues at it, and Leo lets out another gasp, his belly spasming under his mouth.“Oh, that’s weird,” he breathes.Dibu pulls away a little. “Good weird?” he asks.Leo laughs, sounding a little winded. “Yeah, good weird.”Dibu beams. His cock jerks against his thigh at the idea that he’s the first person to ever kiss Leo here, and he has to clench his teeth to muffle a moan. He goes back at it, eyes slipping closed when Leo’s fingers start carding through his hair. He plays with Leo's bellybutton a little more – ears straining to pick up his shivering gasps and the note of pleasure in them, making a note of this for the future – and then he moves lower, mouthing at his hipbone. By the time he opens his eyes again, Leo’s cock is fully hard in his boxers and his fingers are tighter in his hair. He smiles smugly to himself.The taste of Leo’s skin on his tongue is extremely distracting, but he manages to remember the promise he’d made him. He opens his lips wider, scraping his teeth against soft flesh and feeling his mouth water, but then a thought occurs to him.It’s not on the same scale, but when Leo is doing this for him – giving him pain – he always eases into it. Warming up, he’d called it. Maybe going from soft kisses and licking to straight up biting wouldn’t be as good as the new idea he’s come up with.He shakes his head a little as a sliver of worry niggles at his mind – a memory of Leo flinching slightly, the shape of pale pink welts rising on his skin. This is not the same as the whip, even if it’s still pain. He stops thinking about it when Leo tugs gently at his hair and he realizes that he stopped moving. He huffs out an amused laugh and, before Leo can worry or ask him what’s wrong, he closes his lips against his skin and sucks.Leo’s question morphs into a stuttered exhale, and so Dibu does it again, and again, gradually increasing the strength of the suction. He works his way over Leo’s belly, licking and sucking, nibbling gently at pinkened skin until there are red marks blooming over the pale flesh, scattered around like the rose petals Leo had strewn on the bed the night he’d arrived.Leo is letting out pleased sighs, tugging at his hair in a way that has Dibu’s eyelids drooping and his mouth working even more feverishly. He’s so lost in his task – head full of Leo’s scent, lips tingling with friction and heat – that it takes until Leo spreads his legs wider to remember there’s something else he could also be doing.He lets out a moan as the outside of Leo's thigh presses between his legs, grinding lightly against his covered cock. Leo hooks his calf over his knee, increasing the pressure, and Dibu shudders, rocking his hips against it mindlessly. His hand – which had been busy roaming over Leo’s belly, fingertips pressing against the lovebites and smoothing along the pinkened patches of skin where he'd purposefully given him a beard burn – slips under the elastic band of Leo’s boxers to wrap around his cock.“Ah,” Leo exhales, his hips rolling languidly and pushing his cock through Dibu’s soft grip. “Mhh… That’s good, love,” he murmurs, voice lazy and satisfied.Dibu shudders, eyes fluttering open to take in the sight. The boxers are stretched tight around the shape of his hand, the head of Leo’s cock poking out from under the elastic band, and Dibu slides closer to press a kiss to it. He hums, letting his tongue trace the curve of his glands, greedily lapping up the drop of precome beading at the tip before wrapping his lips around it and suckling gently.When he goes to open his mouth wider, aching to have him on his tongue, he’s stopped by Leo's grip in his hair.“First things first, Emi,” Leo says, sounding amused. “You promised me biting, didn't you?” Fuck. He’d actually forgotten. He leaves a sheepish, apologetic last kiss against his cock, and then he turns his head to press his lips to the hollow of his left hipbone. He sucks harshly, and then bites down, shivering as he hears Leo groan. He unclenches his teeth, licking at the bite mark and sucking at it, wanting to make sure that the mark is going to last .When he pulls away, his face flushes. Right above the base of Leo’s dick, the imprint of his mouth shines wetly with saliva, a bright purple-red. His hips grind forwards against Leo’s thigh at the rush of possessive satisfaction that shivers through his nerves.Leo lets out what sounds like a moan mixed in with a laugh, and Dibu’s flush deepens as he realizes that Leo is probably aware of what he’s thinking. Before he manages to say something, though, Dibu picks a new spot, biting down on the soft flesh right under his belly button. This time, Leo just moans, no trace of laughter in his voice. Dibu feels heat spreading under his skin like a flash fire and he wraps his hand tighter around Leo’s cock, stroking him slowly as he tongues at the new mark.Leo’s skin tastes warm and salty, his scent surrounding him and filling his head as he slides his wet mouth lower and bites down again, a little bit harder. He can feel the fabric of his boxers turning damp and sticky as he rubs his cock against the outside of Leo’s thigh, his eyes slitting open to stare at the way the muscles in his legs flex when he trusts his cock into his hand, when Dibu’s teeth close sharply on the delicate skin over his diaphragm. He closes his lips over his bellybutton, sucking harshly and simultaneously pushing his tongue inside, using a hint of teeth as well, and he’s rewarded by Leo arching up against his mouth and letting the loudest noise he’s has made up to this point – a harsh, cut-off moan that has Dibu’s stomach clenching with want.He’s half tempted to look at his face, but he cannot bear to pull his mouth away from his belly, so he contents himself with imagining it. He can feel the pulse of Leo’s heart reverberate into his skull from where his ear is pressed against his stomach, the beat quick and strong and all-encompassing. It’s hypnotic, almost, Dibu’s mind is completely focused on his task, thoughts narrowing down to the simple sensation of Leo’s belly trembling under his mouth, how the soft flesh feels as sinks his teeth into it, the way his cock is pulsing in his hand, leaking steadily and coating his fingers in precome. He’s not in a hurry, and Leo isn’t either. They have all day in front of them, so Dibu takes his time, luxuriating in the sensations rushing through him, in the pleasure spreading through his body and mind as he rocks against Leo's leg lazily.It turns out, though, that he should probably have hurried up a bit. The ringing of Leo’s phone shatters the languid, intimate atmosphere like the sound of glass breaking. Dibu startles, eyes flying open and head tilting up to look at Leo when he bolts halfway upright, leaning on his elbows and looking to the side, panting a little.“Fuck,” Leo growls.Dibu shivers, his hand automatically squeezing around his cock a little. He loves the sound of Leo’s voice when he’s pissed. He mouths at his skin, hoping that Leo will ignore it.“Let me–,” Leo groans, tugging gently at his hair and pulling him away. “I’m gonna turn it off, just…”Dibu regretfully leans away, licking his swollen lips as Leo twists under him to reach the nightstand. He doesn’t let go of his cock though, ready to get back to it when the problem is solved.“Fuck.” This time, the word sounds defeated instead of irritated. Leo is staring at the screen, eyes wide. He looks back up at him, his expression apologetic. “It’s Scaloni,” he murmurs. His thumb is hovering over the answer button.Dibu blinks, coming back to himself a little. “Urgh,” he mutters, feeling his mouth pull into a frown. He hesitates a second, and then he looks at Leo from under his lashes. “I could…” His face flushes, mouth watering as he swipes his thumb over the head of Leo's cock slowly.Leo’s eyes go wide and he lets out an horrified sound. His cock twitches in his palm, but before Dibu can get his hopes up, he can feel him softening a little.He pouts. He’d known it was a long shot. After the haze of lust had lifted from Leo's mind the last time this had happened, he’d been kind of mortified by what they’d done. Dibu guesses that his inhibitions had been lowered by the fact that he’d been hard for hours , and in the middle of actually fucking his mouth when they’d been interrupted. And, probably, the fact it had been Kun and not… Yeah. He sighs mournfully, letting go of Leo’s cock and tucking him gently back into his boxers. “That's a no, then,” he murmurs.Leo lets out a short, incredulous laugh. “I’m not fucking your mouth while on the phone with our coach, no, Emi,” he drawls, but he sounds extremely amused.Dibu wraps himself petulantly around his waist and rests his head back on his stomach as Leo slumps back on the mattress and picks up the call.“Hello,” he says and – to his credit – he sounds mostly normal, his voice only slightly raspy and a bit winded. Dibu looks at his quickly softening cock with sad eyes, feeling sorry for himself. He’d wanted to blow him. “Ye-es, uh uh,” Leo hums, and then he chokes on his saliva. “Oh, shut up,” he snaps, and when Dibu tilts his head back to look at him, his face is red and his expression mortified. Oops. Dibu buries his face into Leo’s belly and snickers, ignoring the warning tug at his hair. He’s still excruciatingly hard, having to restrain himself from humping Leo’s thigh where it’s still pressed warmly between his legs. He tunes the conversation out, breathing in and out slowly, trying to calm down. He only starts paying attention again when he hears Leo's breath hitch under his ear.“Oh… That’s. Wow.” His voice sounds soft now, incredulous and pleased. Dibu looks up, heart jolting when he sees the way his eyes are lighting up, the joy spreading across his features. “That’s an honor.”Dibu pulls away from him, turning until he’s laying on his belly next to him and propped up on his elbows. He shuffles closer and leans forwards, trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the conversation. He can make out Scaloni’s voice, but not the words. He follows the flash of emotions on Leo’s face – slight embarrassment, pride, happiness – and his mouth curls into a smile. He doesn’t know what’s happening, but it seems like it’s a good thing.Leo clears his throat. “Thank you, Lio,” he says, voice still soft. He laughs at Scaloni’s reply, shaking his head and grinning. “Ok, ok. Accept my thanks anyways?” He listens intently for a while and then he nods. “Ok. Thank you again. I’ll see you then. Bye!” He closes the call and lets his hand drop to the mattress, still grinning and staring up at the ceiling.Dibu waits for an explanation, but it’s not forthcoming. He nudges Leo's shoulder. “So? What happened?”Leo’s head turns in his direction and his smile widens. He wraps a hand around his nape and pulls him down, kissing him fiercely. Dibu moans, giving in immediately and crawling on top of him, his cock perking up again. He blinks dazedly when Leo pulls away, and then he snorts, mouth tingling.“What?” he pants, licking his lips. “My morning breath not so disgusting now?”Leo laughs. “They’re gonna name the training grounds after me,” he says, the words rushing out of him all at once. His eyebrows are raised, his eyes wide and happy.Oh. Dibu feels the wide, crazed smile that’s stretching his lips and he descends back on him again. He grabs his jaw, angling his head as he plunges his tongue inside his mouth. Of course. Of course they are, how could it be named anything else? Pride explodes in his chest, the same happiness he saw in Leo's eyes burning in his chest. He only pulls away when the need to breathe becomes too hard to ignore. Leo is panting, his face flushed. He pulls him completely on top of him, wrapping his legs around his waist and his arms around his chest, squeezing tight enough to restrict Dibu’s breathing a little. It’s like being hugged by a warm, cuddly, strong octopus. “Can you believe it?” he mumbles, the words muffled from where his face is buried into the crook of his neck.“Of course I can!” he wheezes, and then laughs when Leo mumbles an apology and relents in his attempt to make his eyes pop out of his head. Dibu takes a deep breath and reaches for Leo’s face, tilting it up. He presses their foreheads together, smiling down at him – amused and endeared. “Of course, you idiot.”Leo makes a face at him. “Why are you always calling me an idiot?” Dibu grins. “Because you are.”Leo splutters in indignation, but soon he’s laughing again. Dibu kisses him, again and again, until the laughter has subsided.“Of course they were going to,” Dibu says, sincerely now. And then he smirks. “And anyways, I don’t think that’s enough. They should be naming all the roads in Argentina after you. All the theaters and the buildings and the restaurants.” He traces the curve of Leo's smiling bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. He’d started jokingly, but towards the end his tone had softened into sincerity again, and he can see the effect it has on Leo – his cheeks flushing pink, gaze darting to the side in embarrassment before he rallies himself.“Can you imagine the confusion? I’d be the most cursed person in the country.”Dibu snickers. “Nah… Years will have to pass before someone even thinks about cursing at you,” he murmurs. “And maybe not even then.”Leo lets out a soft breath, eyes bright and crinkling at the corners. “Maybe,” he says in a low voice.Dibu slumps back on top of him, burying his nose in his hair. Minutes pass in slow, easy contentment, Leo’s limbs still wrapped tight around him, his hair tickling against his cheek. After a bit, Dibu starts thinking about how to redirect this into sex again, but before he can manage to find the right words – he doesn't think that humping Leo like he wants to do is the right way to go about it – Leo sighs and pushes him off gently.Dibu rolls on his back, watching him as he stretches and then slips out of the bed. His shirt falls down and he turns around before he can take a good look at his belly, the hem bunching up at the small of his back, revealing the way the black fabric of his boxers hugs the curve of his ass deliciously.Dibu sighs deeply, ogling him shamelessly and then letting his gaze slide lower to stare at the way his thighs flex – thick and strong and left unforgivably unmarked by Dibu’s mouth. Leo turns around, raising an eyebrow at him, and then he drags his gaze down his bare chest to fix on his cock – still hard and tenting in his underwear, leaving a wet patch that turns the fabric a darker blue. His mouth curls up in fond amusement. “You still managed to keep that through the entire ordeal?” he asks.Dibu grins up at him, stretching languidly and spreading his legs. He shivers as the smooth sheets glide across the bare skin of his calves, and he tries to look as enticing as he can. “You are an inspiration and a muse,” he says solemnly, lips twitching. “Your beauty is unparalleled and your ass could make a mountain weep tears of pure lust.”Leo’s eyes widen and then he flushes bright red and bursts out laughing. He bends over, leaning against the edge of the mattress with his hand, his whole body shuddering with mirth. “S-shut up–” he gasps.“Odes will be written about your dick, let me tell you. I will be writing them. They will be magnificent.” He spreads his arms wide as if to encompass all the words he will put to paper as soon as he acquires some writing ability. “I will write entire epic poems about your thighs.”Leo staggers towards the bathroom, still laughing hysterically and looking like he’s trying to run away from him.“The thought that they will be naming buildings after you is going to keep me hard as a rock for days!” he shouts after him as Leo slams the door of the bathroom shut. Dibu cackles when it opens again just for Leo’s hand to wiggle through and flip him off.He grins, listening to Leo's shuddering laughter and muttered curses out before they get drowned out by the sound of rushing water. He’s sure Leo thinks he’s joking about the last part, but he’s absolutely not . He puts his hand behind his head, interlacing his fingers as he starts thinking about training in the Lionel Andrés Messi compound for NT matches. He looks down at his cock. Yep. Not joking in the least.  He rolls out of bed half an hour later, limbs loose and relaxed after he’d taken care of his little problem by himself.He finds Leo in the kitchen, pouring some sugary cereals into a bowl of milk by the kitchen island. His hair is still a bit damp, and he looks cheery and full of energy, which is unusual for him this early in the morning. Leo quirks an eyebrow at him. “Looking good, Emi,” he says, voice warm and low.Dibu looks down at himself, confused. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and shorts. He looks incredibly normal if not a bit unkempt – he’s pretty sure his hair is a mess, he hasn’t shaved in a couple of days and his socks are two different colors. “Thank you,” he says anyway. Leo has really weird tastes sometimes.Leo smiles at him and slides his gourd on the tabletop towards him. Steam rises up from it and Dibu inhales deeply, throwing himself into a chair and grasping at it like a lifeline. He takes a sip of the mate and lets out a pleased sigh. Leo’s smile turns victorious.“It's good,” Dibu murmurs. Leo had taken to making him mate in the mornings, quizzing him heavily on his preferences and getting better at it every time. Dibu doesn’t understand why he doesn’t take as much care with his own – he usually just goes through the motions for himself, and Dibu has more than once pulled a face after mistakenly taking a sip out of his gourd. Maybe he’d been spoiled by everyone always making it for him, and he’d forgotten how.He eyes Leo’s bowl, where the milk has turned an alarming pink color from the overly vibrant, super sugary abomination he likes to eat in the mornings. “That shit is gonna rot your teeth,” he says judgingly, nudging him with his foot under the table.Leo curls an arm protectively around his bowl, hunching over it and looking him straight in the eyes as he noisily slurps some milk from his spoon. “Fuck off,” he mutters.Dibu laughs, raising his hands in surrender. “Woah there! I’m not gonna take it from you. I just don’t understand how you can even eat that. Doesn’t it just taste like pure sugar?”Leo points the spoon at him. “You better not. I’m not sure I could ever forgive you for it. And anyways, I like it like that, and I’m gonna work it off later.”Dibu perks up. “Oh?” Leo chokes a little on his milk. “I meant I’m gonna train for a while, later. But,” he adds, when he sees Dibu deflating sadly in his chair. “Far be it from me to refuse an excuse not to have to do that. What did you have in mind?”“Oh god,” Dibu snorts. “Has the romance really perished so soon? Are you actually having sex with me just to burn some calories? That bruises my ego, Leo. I feel so used now.”Leo laughs, throwing his head back. “Aw baby,” he says, resting his chin on the palm of his hand and batting his eyelashes at him. “Do you want me to kiss your ego better?” He wiggles his eyebrows and then blinks. “Wait, you used to love being used. What happened, love?” he asks facetiously.Dibu suppresses an embarrassed cackle, feeling his face heat up. “Goddammit Leo,” he whines. Leo smiles at him smugly and shoves one more spoonful of cereal into his mouth, looking pleased with himself. “So, does that mean that you have no suggestions?”Dibu sucks on the bombilla and shakes his head at him. “I do. You know I do.”“You always have such nice ideas, yes,” Leo agrees. The spoon makes a clinking noise against the side of his empty bowl as he lets it fall into it and leans towards him, elbows braced on the table. “Do tell.”Dibu stares at his mouth, already imagining the way his lips will taste, sweet and cold from the milk, warming rapidly under his. He blinks trying to maintain his focus. “Seeing as I was so cruelly thwarted, this morning,” he says, rotating the gourd between his hands, “I feel like I deserve a reward.”Leo’s smile turns into a smirk. “You do, uh?”“Absolutely. It was barbaric, Leo. I had to take care of myself.” He makes his eyes big and sad.“That's terrible,” Leo murmurs, amused. “What can I do to make it up to you?”Dibu tilts his head to the side and looks at him intently. “I’m assured I have a perfect bill of health.”Leo’s eyebrows pull together in confusion. “Yes? I assume so?”Dibu lets his lips twitch up to one side. “No bruises left on me, and we’ve had ample time to figure out how long it takes me to heal up,” he says leadingly.Leo’s breath hitches, his lips parting slightly.  Got you , Dibu thinks smugly to himself when Leo’s eyes widen in realization, his fingers twitching where they are splayed on the table between them. “So. I think there is no reason to postpone finding out how much pain I can take, is there?”Leo swallows. “I suppose there isn’t,” he says, voice decidedly lower than it had been a couple of moments ago. His posture has changed, the way he’d been leaning towards him turning slightly predatory.Dibu shivers, carefully placing the gourd to the side. His heartbeat is picking up, nerves tingling with a delightful sort of tension as he dances on the edge of the blade – pulled between the urge to throw himself at Leo’s feet in response to the look on his face and the thrill of teasing him, watching him want him . He bites his lip and opts to keep teasing, half-hoping Leo might make him pay for it, later.He crosses his arms on the table and props his chin against his wrist, putting himself lower than Leo and looking up at him with wide eyes. He can see the effect it has on him, the way his nostrils flare and his eyes narrow appreciatively, and his cock twitches in anticipation.“What do you say then? Right now?” He cannot hide the way his voice trembles a little, the way goosebumps spread over his skin.Leo reaches for him, grabbing his chin between thumb and forefinger and tipping his head back even more, until Dibu’s a little unbalanced, his throat leaning heaving against his forearm and taking his breath away as he looks up at him. “I’d planned to go out this morning,” Leo says slowly. The pressure of his thumb turns a little stronger, rasping against his stubble, and Dibu swallows. “Wanted to take the boat. But we could– ”Dibu interrupts him, that sliver of mischief still present even as lust starts building deep into his gut. “Are you sure you can wait that long?”Leo’s fingers stop the slow caress against his jaw, and he blinks down at him. His mouth twitches in what looks like surprise, and then his expression smooths out. “What was that, love?”Dibu’s heart is thundering, he can feel the pulse of it in the tips of his fingers. The way Leo’s looking at him right now, as if he’s seeing something in Dibu’s expression that amuses him – that intrigues him – is making Dibu want to continue down this path, even as Leo’s tone warns him that he might be about to bite off more than he can chew. He’s not quite aware of what he’s saying as he takes a shaky breath, his mouth moving before his brain can catch up. “A-are you sure you can last that long?” he whispers. “I can see how much you want it.”Leo’s eyes widen a little, and then he lets out a short, bright laugh. His hand slides down Dibu’s jaw to wrap around his throat and he pulls him up – gently but inexorably – until Dibu is leaning towards him, braced on his elbows, their gazes level.“What’s this, Emi?” he asks, almost to himself. His eyes are sharp and attentive as they take him in, heat building up in them as what looks like delight glints in his widening pupils. Dibu’s breath stutters in his chest. He looks… For a second, Dibu had been afraid Leo would be put off by his attitude – he’s never mouthed off like this when a scene is starting – but he looks intrigued and amused, and the small knot of worry in Dibu’s chest loosens and dissipates. Heat rushes through him at that sign of permission, and something thrilling runs down his spine as his eyes go to half mast, his Adam's apple pressing against Leo’s palm as he swallows. He opens his mouth, his mind empty, and words rush out without his input. “I don’t think you can,” he gasps.Leo’s lips twitch again, his eyes lighting up in a way that has Dibu’s knees going weak. He can’t believe he’d just said that, but there’s a rush of eager, nervous anticipation tingling through his spine. He waits with bated breath for Leo to react, to put him in his place. He’s expecting the hand around his throat to tighten, he’s expecting – hoping – for a slap, so much so that his cheek is already burning with the phantom feeling of it. Or maybe that’s just the way his face is flaming, arousal and burning want.Leo’s free hand cups his cheek, thumb pressing right under his eye, and Dibu’s heart skips a beat. “How daring of you.” He pulls him closer by the neck, leaving him even more unbalanced. “Is this how you want to play it?” His voice is mocking, but there’s a real question there that has Dibu nodding slightly in response. He doesn’t exactly know what playing it like this means – he’s going on instincts and the need to keep chasing that mean edge in Leo's voice, throwing himself at it until he tastes blood on his tongue – but Leo seems to. Dibu is sure he’s going to enjoy this.“Very well then,” Leo says softly. The awaited, immediate punishment doesn’t come. Instead, Leo leans forwards, his lips brushing his as he speaks. “Yes, Emi. I want it very, very much. I want you so much it hurts.” Dibu exhales shakily, leaning forwards to kiss him as a wave of utter adoration washes over him. His blood burns at his words, at the exhilaration that sings through his nerves at Leo’s declaration. Before their lips can connect, though, Leo’s grip around his throat tightens and he pulls away slightly. Dibu’s eyes flutter open and he lets out a small whimper. Leo is smirking at him, and he’s so close, his nose brushing against his cheek. “But how much do you want it? What will you do to get it?” he whispers, his breath fanning against his lips. “So ready to throw down the gauntlet, darling.” His eyes bore into his, and he nudges the tip of his nose against his, fingers tightening a little around his throat. “I think that was a bad choice on your part.”Dibu shudders, licking his dry lips and swallowing with difficulty as Leo's voice turns mean and anticipatory. His hands inch forwards over the kitchen island until they wind into the fabric of Leo’s shirt – a little helpless tug to bring him closer. He’s incredibly, almost painfully turned on, and he forgets all about the teasing and what he’d been trying to achieve. He’s not quite sure where Leo is going with this, but it feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t find out.“I have a feeling, after all, that if we play it like this, you're gonna break before I do,” Leo whispers.Dibu lets out a trembling noise. “Yes,” he rasps, immediately. “Please.” He doesn’t quite mean to do so right after Leo had dared him not to, but he cannot help himself, the embarrassment of being so weak for him heating him up from the inside. He doesn’t even remember why he started this stupid game, or what the rules are. He just wants Leo to touch him – to hurt him, to fuck him and kiss him and make him scream – everything else vanishing into unimportance.Leo’s eyes crinkle as he laughs – a warm, fondly amused sound that erases his mortification, leaving behind only the pure need to please him, to make him happy and obey him. “C’mon Emi, that was pathetic,” he whispers, running the tips of his fingers over his bottom lip. “Truly pathetic. Don’t make it that easy for me.”Dibu shivers, his face flushing red-hot and his hands clenching into fists as his cock gives an almost painful jerk against the damp fabric of his boxers. Oh fuck, he is, he’s pathetic – and having Leo call it out so brazenly makes his cock lurch almost painfully.“I don’t–” he swallows, and he realizes that he’s panting, leaning so heavily against Leo’s hand that he’s having a little trouble breathing. He’s forgotten that they are playing a game, forgotten everything that’s not the surge of want twisting in the pit of his belly, not Leo's hand around his throat. “Please. Please, Leo?”He doesn’t know what exactly he’s begging for – a kiss, pain or pleasure – he just knows he wants it so very much.Leo leans forwards slowly, eyes so warm as he brushes his lips against his, and Dibu moans, low and relieved as the tip of his tongue presses against his bottom lip, making his mouth drop open pleadingly to give him access. But then… Dibu sways forwards as his mouth disappears, and he opens his eyes with a start when he lets go of his neck as well. Leo’s hands immediately come to grab his shoulder so that he doesn’t faceplant against the table. Dibu shivers, wrapping his fingers around Leo’s biceps to pull him closer, turning to search for his mouth again, aching with need, but Leo leans away and shakes his head, and then he helps him sit back down into his chair. Once Dibu isn’t threatening to topple over anymore, he pulls away completely and relaxes back into his own chair, crossing his legs and watching him intently. He smiles. “I don’t think so.”Dibu lets out a sharp, shallow breath. The denial jolts through him, and he blinks at Leo. “W-what?” he stutters.Leo’s grin widens, but he also leans forwards and takes his hand between his, squeezing affectionately. “Them’s the rules, sweetheart. No throwing rocks and hiding your hand. Just because you gave up so quickly on your stubbornness,” here he flashes him a mean smile, “it doesn’t mean that I will.”Dibu squeezes Leo’s hand, reeling a little bit from the direction this has taken. Not having Leo’s fingers wrapped around his neck is helping him regain some coherency, and he slowly, slowly starts to realize what hole he’s just dug for himself.“Oh no,” he whispers, looking at Leo with wide eyes. He abruptly recalls he’d called his restraint into question, and the awful realization of what’s about to happen finally hits him. “Leo, no. I was kidding! I was–I didn’t mean–” he cuts himself off when his words just make Leo’s smile widen. “C’mon love,” he says pleadingly. Why the fuck had he opened his big mouth?Leo chuckles. “This is all your doing, darling,” he murmurs, and he looks like he’s having a lot of fun. “I’m thinking… We’ll take the boat for a ride, I want to show you something. Then maybe we’ll stop somewhere for a bite to eat? Or I could make sandwiches, have a picnic.” His thumb rubs over his knuckles and then he brings his hand to his mouth to kiss them tenderly, his eyes dancing. “I might get that training in when we get back. You were right, that cereal was full of sugar. I cannot let myself go like that, season’s not over yet.” Dibu’s head starts to clear as he listens with mounting dread to the amused tone in his voice. He opens his mouth to protest, but Leo just keeps going, ignoring him.“Then there’s errands to run, I think. Mh… Not quite sure what those are, but there must be some, I’ve been very lazy these last couple of days. Oh! Do you remember that show I told you about? I think we can start it together this afternoon. Then maybe we’ll go for an evening swim. And you’ll make dinner, because I’ve been looking forward to trying out your food again.”Dibu slowly hunches over with every new word, until he ends up with his forehead resting on the table. His hand is still held between Leo’s, his knuckles brushing against his chest. He groans when Leo chuckles, and squeezes his eyes shut. “Please,” he whines pitifully. He remembers the start of the conversation, how Leo had been about to change his mind about the boat trip, maybe, and he curses his mouth again.Leo lets go of his hand and stands up, ignoring him completely as he claps his hands once. “Well then! What do you think of those plans?”Dibu raises his head and looks at him incredulously. “But what about–?” he splutters.Leo leans over the table and kisses him, deep and fast, stealing the breath from his lungs. Dibu clutches at his waist, pulling him closer and reaching up for him. He kisses him back like he desperately wants to change his mind – because he does, he wishes he hadn’t started any of this – but it’s not long before Leo pulls away again.“We’ll see if I’m not too tired after dinner, mh?” Leo says, straightening and running a hand through his hair. He looks down at him, where he’s gaping at him. “Hurry up now, we’ve gotta get changed. The place I want to show you looks best in the morning light.”Dibu’s brain is still working furiously to process how he’d fucked up so much that he’d gone from being just about to get whipped to faced with a fully packed day of marine exploration, running errands and watching movies, with just the faint promise that the whipping will happen.While he tries to come to terms with that, Leo clears the table quickly, and then he’s in front of him again. “You ok?” he asks, caressing his cheek.Dibu looks up at him. He knows he could say no right now. Leo’s checking if he’s on board with this, and he could say no, and Leo would probably be happy to take him apart right now. For all Dibu wishes he hadn’t said it, he wasn’t kidding when he’d done so – Leo looks just as eager as him for this; even now that he’s pretending he’s not, he cannot quite hide the flash of want in his eyes. That thought reassures Dibu a bit, actually. He tilts his cheek into Leo’s palm, mulling it over. He desperately wants but… He cannot deny that the idea of being denied like this is hot. It’s a bit like punishment, and a bit like teasing; he imagines how the day will go if he says yes, and shivers. He’ll be looking forward to it for hours , letting the anticipation build and build, letting Leo be the one that decides when he’s ready to make him scream. He takes a deep breath. “You’re making me wait,” he says, trying to figure out the rules of this game.“I’m making you wait,” Leo confirms. His mouth curls up at the corners. “And making you pay, a little bit.”Dibu shivers and pulls him between his legs, wrapping his arms loosely around his waist. “And you won’t touch me until tonight?” Leo's smile turns into a smirk. “Now, who said anything about not touching?”Dibu stares up at him, his mouth parting in disbelief. Oh, that’s straight up evil . He rallies a bit, trying to see if he can find a little wiggle room. “What about… can I touch you?” He can weather this, he tells himself, he can – as long as he can touch him, as long as he can make up for the deprivation by getting on his knees for him, getting him off. The idea is quite appealing, actually.Leo hums, cupping his face. “You can try to make me change my mind.” He says it like it’s a challenge. “Let’s see what you come up with.”Dibu exhales shakily, and then he wastes no time and turns his head and sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue around them and looking up at him. His hands run down the back of Leo’s thighs, playing with the hem of his shorts before slipping under them.Leo laughs. “Good start,” he says, voice a little raspy. “But you’ll have to do better than that.” He presses them against his tongue and slides them deeper, making him tip his head back so as not to choke. He smiles smugly at him when Dibu makes a wanton, desperate sound and sucks harder, and then he pulls them out. He pats his cheek gently and slips out of his grasp. “Now, go get changed.”Dibu wipes the back of his hand over his mouth as he watches him walk away. “Fuck,” he whispers. Oh, he’s fucked .  Dibu figures out soon that being direct and lewd isn't the way to go about it if he wants to change Leo’s mind.He finds that out while they are changing clothes, when the sight of Leo’s bare belly covered in his bite marks nearly sends him into a frenzy. He almost trips on the trousers he was putting on as he stumbles towards Leo and pushes him against a wall, kissing him desperately as his fingers trace the slightly raised hot welts on his stomach. Leo’s lips curl into a smirk under his, but he indulges him for a while – at least, he does until Dibu’s wandering hands try to slip into his boxers. Leo’s fingers fist in his hair as his teeth close warningly on his bottom lip, and then he yanks him away, making him arch his back and leaving him so unbalanced his knees are forced to give out under him. He drops to the floor, a gasp falling from his lips at the stinging pain in his scalp, and when he opens his watery eyes, he’s kneeling between his legs – his neck bared by the tight grip Leo still has in his hair, his arms having crossed behind his back almost on instinct.Dibu swallows heavily. He ignores the voice in his head that’s telling him that was a reprimand, not an invitation, so desperate to tempt Leo into changing his mind that he doesn’t let that deter him; he lurches forwards and rubs his cheek against his cock, letting his mouth part against the fabric and looking up pleadingly. He wraps his lips around the bulge of Leo’s length under the fabric and sucks, lowering his eyelashes and trying to look as tempting and submissive as possible.Leo simply smiles down at him before patting his cheek, and then he presses two fingers against his forehead and pushes him gently away. He side-steps him, not even looking back as he walks to the wardrobe and leaves him kneeling on the floor facing the wall. “You better grab a hat,” he says, like nothing unusual had happened. “The sun is strong today.”Dibu gapes at him. His knee sting from the force with which they’d hit the floor, his left one even more because he hadn’t managed to put on that trouser leg yet, and he’s still got his wrist crossed behind his back. His nails dig into his forearm as he inhales shakily, watching Leo go about the room, trying out a couple of shirts before he settles on a white one. After a second of stunned incredulity, he swallows and his cheeks flush horribly with aching, shivering shame. He gets to his feet slowly, head hanging down.He manages to dress himself, somehow, while the scene that just happened replays on loop in his mind. His fingers tremble as he does up his fly, struggling a little with how hard his cock is. He’s mortified, his skin feeling hot all over as arousal and humiliation twist together in his stomach.A hand closes around his wrist gently, and Dibu finally looks up. He blinks, tearing up a little at the soft smile Leo’s giving him. He melts into his embrace with a sigh when his arms wrap around him, hiding his boiling face in his hair and pulling him tight to himself. Leo’s hand runs soothingly up his spine.“Ready to go?” he asks.Dibu shivers, holding him tighter as he hears the hidden question in his words. Leo twists a little in the hug, and Dibu relents, wondering if he wants him to let go, but then he feels something press against his thigh, and he realizes that he’s grinding his erection against him. It’s a deliberate, slow motion.Leo’s hard. He hadn’t been when they entered the bedroom. He goes almost limp with a stupid sort of relief. Of course Leo isn't unaffected – and Dibu hadn’t believed he was, not really, but it’s different now, when he can feel it instead of just knowing it. He smiles giddily, grateful Leo seemed to have sensed that tiny sliver of doubt inside of him. “I’m good,” he mumbles, letting him step back.Leo slides a hand behind his nape and rises on his tiptoes to kiss him – short and sweet. “Love you,” he murmurs against his lips, and then he twines their fingers together and pulls him out of the room.He manages to compose himself a little as they walk downstairs, which is a good thing because as soon as they open the front door they are faced by Bruno, who’s leaning against the porch column. He raises his head immediately as he hears them, straightening and slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Morning Leo, Dibu,” he says cheerily. He’s impeccably dressed, dark linen trousers and a white shirt – a stark contrast to how casual the two of them are.“Morning,” Leo answers, looking a little bemused like he hadn’t expected to see him. “How are you?”Bruno smiles. “Doing good, boss! You look well rested.”“I am,” Leo laughs. “I’ve been sleeping a lot.” Dibu flushes a little, because that’s not strictly true. All of their naps tend to turn into cuddling, then kissing and then into more strenuous activities. He tries to smooth out his expression when he sees the way Bruno’s eyes dart towards him briefly, but he’s afraid he hasn’t done a good job of it. He hopes to god his erection isn’t showing too much, happy to have chosen some baggier clothes.“That’s good! You guys earned it.” He winks at them, warm and friendly. “I don’t want to hold you up, I just came to give you this.” He fishes a pair of keys out of his trousers and hands them to Leo. “I had Tomás do a check up, everything’s good.”“Thank you, Bruno,” Leo says warmly. “I wanted to show Emi the cabin, so we better go or it’ll be noon before we set off.”“Oh, don’t worry about that! We prepped and cleaned her too while we were at it, she’s ready to go.”“You didn’t have to–”“I really did. There were spiders the size of my hand running around, and about a centimeter of dust everywhere. I didn’t want you to have to deal with that while you’re on holiday.”Leo laughs. “Okay then, thank you again.”Bruno pats him on the shoulder. “No problem. Have a nice day!”“You too,” Leo says, nudging Dibu forwards. Dibu turns around to say goodbye as well, and then flushes when Bruno waggles his eyebrows at him and stares down at his hand. He realizes just now that Leo hadn’t let go of it the whole time and turns back around, grinning and flushed. “Wait,” he says as they pass right by the garage, which he’d thought was their destination. “Where are we going? Aren’t we going to the port?”Leo smiles up at him. “No, I’ve got a dock here, in the back.”Dibu raises his eyebrows. “You’ve got a dock attached to your house? How come I haven’t seen it before?”“I don’t know, Emi, maybe the fact that you’ve not been particularly interested in exploration?” Leo teases, squeezing his fingers. “Your mind was elsewhere, I guess.”Dibu snickers. “Elsewhere, right. That’s what we’re calling it?”“Yep,” Leo grins.They walk a fair bit, taking the scenic route around the house. As Leo said, there is really a dock behind the house, but it’s not attached to it. They have to descend down to the river level to reach it – a small, covered deck connected to a short pier jutting out into the slow moving waters. The boat has already been towed out, and is now secured to the pier. Dibu is a little surprised at its appearance.“It’s… small,” he says as Leo lets go of his hand and climbs the short flight of stairs leading to it. He expected something more glamorous – bigger, sleek lines and a modern design – but it looks like an ordinary river sailboat. It’s short and compact, with enough space for two people to move around comfortably and a small cabin. It’s white with a cheerful red line running along the upper edge of the hull, curling into loopy writing in the middle of the starboard side – a name he’s too distracted by staring at Leo to properly read. But it’s clearly not a party boat.Leo jumps in and starts moving around, grabbing things and untangling ropes to coil them neatly so that they’re not laying in the way as Dibu walks slowly towards him. “Less conspicuous,” he says in response to his observation. “Simple enough I can sail it by myself – mostly – without having to bother Tomás.” He raises his head from where he’d been rooting around under the wheel and leans against the railing, smiling at him. “You gonna help me or just stare?”Dibu jolts. He’d been watching the way he moved, confident and smooth, and getting lost in his head.  “I can help,” he says confidently, climbing up to the pier. “What do you want me to do?”Leo grins at him and motions him towards the stern. “Sit right there. In a second I’m gonna ask you to start the engine. Can you steer as I raise the sails, later on?” Dibu nods. “That I can do,” he says, stepping onto the boat and picking his way to his position. Once he reaches it, he sits, relaxing against the backrest and watching Leo putter around – loosening ropes and fiddling with the rolled up sails. The sun is indeed very hot today, and soon Leo is sweating, skin glistening and turning pink. It’s a gorgeous view, and it doesn’t help Dibu's still simmering constant arousal. He adjusts his snapback, wondering why Leo hasn’t taken one as well after telling him to do so. His hair sticks up all over the place as he straightens and runs his hand through it, surveying his work.He gives a short nod and then unties the dock lines, looping the ropes and putting them away. “All done. We can go now,” he says, turning towards him. “Here.” He throws the keys towards him and Dibu yelps, scrambling to catch them before they fall to the floor and slide somewhere he won’t be able to reach. “You fucker,” Dibu laughs as he curls his fingers around them protectively. “What if I hadn’t caught them?”Leo’s eyes crinkle. “You’re a goalkeeper, Dibu,” he drawls. “And anyways, if you hadn’t, I’d have enjoyed looking at your ass as you went on all four to look for them,” he says breezily, making Dibu choke on his saliva. He smirks at him. “Start the engine, love,” he continues as if he’d just been talking about the weather.Dibu’s skin heats up and he turns around without a word to slide them into the ignition. The engine turns on smoothly. He grabs the wheel, holding it steady as they slowly push away from the pier, and then turning it once they reach deeper waters. “Which way are we going?” he asks.“That way, yes, sorry,” Leo laughs. He’s holding onto the railing, almost leaning against it as he looks at him and smiles apologetically. “Should have told you before now.”“Yes, you should have,” Dibu mock-grumbles, turning the boat more confidently now that he knows he’s not pointing the bow in the wrong direction. “Well then. Hoist the sails, Captain,” he says, grinning at him. “Wait! Where’s your captain hat, Leo?” He’d look cute in one.Leo snorts, shaking his head at him and turning around. “Shut up.” He walks to the main sail and grabs the rope. “Ready? Hold it steady for me.”Dibu nods. His mouth goes a little dry as he watches Leo start to pull, the way his biceps flex as the sail rises quickly and fills, the way his whole body sways elegantly. Leo stops when it’s halfway up, cursing, and then wraps the rope around his hand and bends over to reach for the tracks in which the sail is running with his free one. He yanks on it, still cursing and Dibu laughs when he sees the way it has snagged, the thick fabric bent in such a way that it won’t slide up smoothly. Dibu holds the wheel tighter, fighting against the wind that’s stretching the half-raised sail tight to keep them pointed in the right direction. His eyes, though, are not watching the river at all, fixed on Leo’s gorgeous ass.Leo lets out a triumphant sound as he manages to resolve the problem, and Dibu sighs happily as he watches him resume his motions. He looks really good – face flushed with heat and exertion, his white t-shirt sticking to his chest as the wind blows it against him, the muscles in his thighs rock hard as he bends his legs a little until the sail is fully extended. Once that’s done and Leo has secured the rope, Dibu corrects his grip on the wheel, now having to use less force to keep them on track. Leo walks to the head sail and repeats the action – faster and without complications this time – and Dibu lets out a slow whistle as he oogles him. Leo’s head turns in his direction and he raises an eyebrow at him, panting a little. “Really?” he says. “I’m not feeling sexy at all,” he deadpans as he secures the second rope as well and passes his forearm over his sweaty face. “You’re impossible.”Dibu cackles, not even a little embarrassed at being caught staring, and he shrugs. Leo walks towards him and sits by his side with a huff. His hand lands on his thigh – warm and heavy as he uses it as leverage to lean over his lap and turn off the engine. The purring noise of the motor stops, the sounds of the water lapping at the hull replacing it instead – and the sound of Leo’s breathing, a little heavy and fast. Leo’s hand slides higher up his thigh as he straightens, pushing his shorts up his leg before it leaves his skin. Dibu could believe it was an aimless, not premeditated action – if it wasn’t for the hint of a smirk he catches on his features.He shifts in his seat, his boxers uncomfortably tight, and he clears his throat. Right. Leo had said he wasn’t going to refrain from touching him, and it seems like he fully meant it. “What did you want to show me?” he asks, trying to distract himself from the way he can still feel his touch – warmth in the shape of his hand still clinging to his skin. “I have a cabin… Well. I actually have an island, with a cabin on it,” Leo answers, smiling at him briefly before he concentrates on the sails again. They are picking up speed now as he winches the rope connected to the main sail, the river bank rolling by quicker and quicker. The wind ruffles his hair and pushes his baggy shirt against his body, so that Dibu cannot help but notice the way it clings to his slim waist. He pulls his eyes away with difficulty, focusing on his words instead.“You own an island? Wait a second. You have a mid boat and then you buy an island?”Leo’s head snaps to him, his expression outraged “Hey! What do you mean, mid?! How dare you speak that way about Chispita, she’s the best.” His hand runs along the railing protectively , and then he points an accusing finger at his chest “She’s quick and agile and she’s worth everything to me.”Dibu swallows a laugh, raising his hands placatingly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn't mean mid, I wanted to say… Discreet. A discreet boat.” He bites back the need to inquire about the name as well. Chispita. What the fuck. But he’s trying to tempt Leo into fucking him, not kicking him out of his darling boat to leave him to swim ashore alone. He scoots along the bench to get closer to him, tentatively wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his head against his collarbone. “I’m sorry, love. I see it, she’s beautiful.” He looks up apologetically. “I’m sorry I called her mid.” He risks pressing a kiss to the base of his throat, trying to mollify him even as he holds back laughter. Chispita .Leo harrumps, but he doesn't look too mad. “You’d better be sorry. If she was a woman, I’d turn straight in a heartbeat,” he says as he winds an arm around his shoulder and pulls him closer.Dibu snorts, burying his face into the crook of his neck. “You’d leave me for the boat?” he asks, faking dismay even as his shoulders shake with the strength it takes to contain his mirth.Leo snickers. “I’d absolutely leave you for her, don’t test me.”“I see how it is,” Dibu says mournfully. He pushes back against his grip and climbs into his lap, struggling to find a way to make his legs fit into the cramped space and ending up towering over him. He cups Leo’s face and leans in close, his thumbs sliding along his jaw. “I’ll take your island if you leave me though,” he threatens. “And your house. Maybe half of your trophies as well.”Leo guffaws and wraps his arms around his waist, making sure he doesn’t topple over. “You gold-digger!” he exclaims between giggles. “Not my trophies, anything but that–”Dibu kisses him, grinning. There’s something sharp digging into his calf and he’s half-afraid he’s going to slip off the bench and bruise his tailbone, but Leo’s arms are warm and solid around him, his mouth opening under his lips. He sinks his fingers into his hair, keeping the kiss light and sweet despite how much he wants to take more, more, more. He has to be smart about this, but it’s so difficult when his blood insists on migrating south.“I’ll take you to the cleaners, love,” he whispers between kisses, unable to pull away from the warmth of his lips, almost drunk on silly joy – precariously perched on top of his smaller boyfriend and probably blocking the entire sky from his view. He should feel ridiculous, but he’s just happy. “I’ll make you rue the day you threw me aside for a discreet boat,” he rasps, dragging his teeth against his bottom lip.Leo keeps laughing, eyes scrunched shut and chest shuddering, but his hands clutch at his hips, fingers digging into his ass as he reaches up and shuts him up with his mouth. Dibu settles himself more comfortably into his lap, letting out a breathy moan when he feels Leo’s cock pressed against him. He brushes his fingertips up and down the side of Leo’s neck, slow, slowly, letting the kiss turn deeper as the laughter subsides.Leo’s breathing heavily as devours him, hands running down his thighs and then up his back, and Dibu starts to feel a little hopeful that maybe it will be that easy. He hesitantly grinds against Leo’s stomach – half-lost in the kiss, half-taken in by a fantasy of Leo ripping his clothes off and then fucking him on his back in the middle of the fucking Paraná before he turns the boat around and finally gives him what he’s been begging for.He startles, pulling away from the kiss with a gasp when the floor suddenly tilts under them, and he has to disentangle his fingers from Leo’s hair to brace himself against the railing. The water looks scarily close from this position. “What–” he stutters, a spike of adrenaline clearing his mind immediately.Leo curses, hurriedly pushing him off himself and sending him tumbling to the floor. Dibu lands on his back with an oof, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on as Leo climbs on top of him and scrambles to reach something behind them. He tilts his head back and understanding washes over him as he watches his hand grip the wheel tight to stop it from spinning, his knuckles white as he starts slowly bringing the boat to an even keel. Leo then lurches to the side over him, and Dibu yelps as his knees squeeze around his ribcage for balance as he lunges at the sails and loosens the tension in the ropes. The boat settles, and the two of them stare at each other as the fact that they almost tipped over hits them.Leo’s mouth twitches as he sits on his stomach, slapping a hand on his chest in mock-reprimand. “You were supposed to steer,” he pants, his pupils wide and his hair all fucked up by Dibu’s fingers. “Do you wanna go for a swim so badly?”Dibu grins winsomely up at him. “You were supposed to watch the wind,” he snipes back. His fingers itch with the need to rise from his thighs to slip under his shirt, pull him down on top of himself to kiss him again, but he resists the urge. The moment is gone.Leo laughs and climbs off of him, holding out a hand to help him to his feet and then pushing him back into his seat. “Don’t forget again. Wrecking my boat is worse than calling her mid,” he says in reprimand.Dibu slumps back and puts his hands back on the wheel obediently. He watches Leo’s face intently as he composes himself, a jolt of dashed hope trembling in his belly as he spies something in his expression that tells him that maybe he had forgotten they were playing a game as well. Fuck. Now Dibu feels a bit like Chispita has just cock-blocked him. You’re absolutely a mid boat , he thinks spitefully in her direction as Leo busies himself with fixing the sails again.The trip to the island takes around an hour – Leo isn't in a hurry, so they take it slow. During that hour, Dibu starts to think he's not going to make it. The combination of watching Leo move around the boat, the still lingering feeling of the kiss making his lips tingle, the way Leo keeps touching him – quick presses of fingers and slow caresses, always right on the edge between affectionate and sensual – has him so desperate that he feels like he's about to crawl out of his skin.They spend the trip chatting and laughing, but whenever he feels like he’s getting a grip on his simmering arousal, Leo's hand lands on his knee, or he leans into his chest, or he kisses him from out of nowhere, and Dibu’s back to square one. He doesn't know how he’ll survive the rest of the day.By the time they dock at the island, he's so hard it's embarrassing, and it's starting to become really uncomfortable in a way that doesn't help at all. He helps Leo secure the boat and then follows him through the little wooded area in front of the dock until they reach a small, gorgeous cabin facing the other side of the river, sat on a short stretch of fine sand that leads from the porch steps to the waterline.Leo shows him around inside, but to be honest, Dibu is not really paying attention. He takes the swim shorts Leo offers him and slips into the bathroom to change, not realizing that this would have been a perfect way to tease him until he has already closed the door behind his back.He groans, frustrated with himself at having forgotten his plans. Leo's teasing touches and looks during the trip had given him a guideline to follow for this game. He is clearly not going to respond to overt advances, he'd be as quick to shut him down as he had earlier, at the house, so Dibu will have to be subtler.Which is a problem. He doesn't think he's ever been subtle for a single moment of their entire relationship. Just thinking about how they had gotten together makes him certain he's going to fail at this. Badly. He huffs and changes into the swim shorts, cursing at his pitifully hopeful dick when it makes it so much harder than it has to be. In his desperation, he wonders if he should get himself off. Just a quick one, so that he won't die of blue balls by the time evening comes, just so that he will be somewhat able to keep a conversation.Before he has time to think too deeply about it, his hand has already slipped into his trunks to wrap around his cock and he gives himself a quick squeeze, a shudder of relief running through his limbs and making him stagger. Of course, that's when there's a knock at the door."Did you fall and hit your head? What's taking so long?" Leo's voice calls out from the other side of the door, slightly muffled. "And why did you change in the bathroom?"Dibu jerks his hand away, head snapping up so fast he feels a crick in his neck. Shit. He realizes just now that he'd probably been about to do something really stupid. Leo would not have been happy with him – even if he hadn't said anything about it, Dibu knows better than to think he’s allowed to come when Leo makes him wait like this. He scrambles to the door and yanks it open, trying to act as if nothing's up. "I'm done!" he says, slightly panicked.Leo takes a step back, looking up at him questioningly. "You okay? Why–?" He furrows his brows and peers at his face intently. "Why do you look guilty?"Dibu twitches, feeling his face turn even guiltier. "'m sorry," he mumbles, losing the fight to not confess immediately now that he's been called out on it. "I almost... I'm sorry, I'm really wound up– ah. I wasn't thinking–" He squirms under Leo's gaze.Leo's eyebrows twitch upwards. "You almost jerked off?" He asks, his voice curious.Dibu nods, a little shamefaced."Ah," Leo says, the word more an amused exhale than anything else. "I still don't get why you look like you kicked my puppy, though."Dibu raises his head, staring at him hopefully. "I can? I mean–" he clears his throat, flushing. "You don't mind?"Leo laughs. "I don't," he says, shaking his head and reaching for his hand, slipping his fingers between his. "I know how desperate you get." His mouth curls up, a little mocking.Dibu shivers, his face turning even hotter at that accurate description. And then he registers Leo's other words and almost slumps in relief. "Thank you," he sighs."Of course you can jerk off, Emi," Leo repeats cheerfully, a devious glint in his eyes. "You just have to ask permission first."Dibu's mouth drops open. His cock gives a painful jerk and he stares at Leo's amused face in consternation. He has to... He swallows. Leo lets go of his hand and steps closer, fingers tracing the waistband of his swim shorts lightly. "So?" he asks, voice low and welcoming. "Do you want to ask me something, darling?"Dibu's face is so hot it feels sunburnt, and his legs shake a little as Leo's thumb rubs against his hip bone, the heat of his bare chest crashing into his. He can still see the red mark he'd left under his belly button earlier that morning if he looks down. His mouth is dry as the Sahara, so he licks his lips a couple of times before he can actually speak. "Please," he whispers.Leo's eyes soften and he takes another step forward, making him back up until his spine is pressed to the cool wooden door. "I didn't say beg, Emi. I said ask for permission ."Dibu's stomach clenches, and he can feel his flush spreading down his neck. He doesn't know why the mere idea of what Leo is asking is making his knees buckle, but it is. He doesn't know why it even feels different than begging, but it does. "Can I, Leo?" he asks, his voice hitching in the middle of his question."Can you what, love?"Dibu bites back a groan. "Can I j-jerk off?" Leo's eyes are laughing at him, but his expression is mild, faintly entertained. "Why?" he asks.Dibu gapes at him. What does he mean, why? "I don't–" His words die as Leo's chest presses against his and his hands grab his hips, pinning them to the door and stopping their instinctual motion to twitch forward against him."Why?" he repeats, endlessly patient as he waits for Dibu's brain to reboot."Because I'm hard?" Dibu ventures. Leo shakes his head, smiling, and Dibu tries again. "Because I want to?""Why should I say yes?"Dibu trembles. His hands are resting against the door, fingers tense as he presses them flat against the wood to resist the temptation of touching him. Because he feels like his dick is going to fall off, because he doesn't think he can bear this, because the day is long still, and he's already so fucking– Oh.  "Because I'm desperate," he gasps. Leo leans up and kisses him, fierce and overwhelming. "Yes you are," he murmurs as he pulls away, and then he steps back and his expression settles back into normalcy. "Very well then. You have permission." He turns around and walks to the front door, crossing the small space before Dibu even recovers from the flash of humiliation that had just lit his nerves on fire. He stops in the archway and turns back to him. "Join me when you're done? I brought you here to show you something, after all, don't make me wait, yeah?"And then he's gone.Dibu lets out a shaky breath and runs a hand over his face, groaning. He takes a second to make sure he's steady enough he won't trip over his own feet and then he slinks back into the bathroom. It takes him a few tries to undo the laces of his trunks, fingers trembling with eagerness and a sort of shivering shame as he takes himself in hand again, leaning against the wall over the toilet. He cannot fucking believe he's doing this, here, right now. That he's got so little self control that the mortification of having to ask permission wasn't enough to stop him from doing so.But he really, really needs it. He braces his forearm against the tiles and rests his forehead against it as he starts stroking himself, fast and hard, uncaring of the almost painful friction at the lack of anything more than his own precome to slick himself up with.He moans as pleasure finally rushes over him, the sound echoing around him as it bounces against the walls. He's careless as he moves his hand, squeezing and stroking his cock in just the right way to bring himself to the edge quickly, not daring to make Leo wait too long.  He comes with a bitten off groan, squeezing his eyes shut as the reality of what he's doing – of what Leo has in store for him, of how much he'll enjoy making him desperate again, of what awaits him tonight – hits him.It’s not satisfying – not really – it’s just a release. Once he's done, though, he's panting, sweat covering his back and his cock pulsing warmly as come spills from between his fingers and drips in the toilet. He cannot look at his own reflection as he quickly washes his hands and makes himself presentable.Leo smirks when he sees him exit the cabin. "Feeling better?" he asks with mock-concern. He's spread out a colorful towel on the sand and he’s sitting on it, one leg bent at the knee with his arm wrapped around his calf, an open bottle of beer in his hand. His skin shines golden under the bright sunlight.Dibu nods sheepishly, crossing the distance between them with long strides to let himself fall on the towel as well. "Sorry," he says once he's settled, turning towards him. Leo reaches to the side and rummages into a bag, pulling out another bottle and holding it out for him. "No problem. Here."Dibu thanks him as he grabs it and opens it, gulping down half of it in one go. His mouth is parched. When he opens his eyes, he finds Leo staring at him. The intense, greedy expression in his eyes is quickly masked when he notices him staring back, but Dibu has seen it, and it sends warmth rushing through his bones, followed by the alarming signs of fresh arousal. The marks he’d left on Leo’s belly earlier that morning torment him as he watches him recline back with a happy sigh – folding one arm under his head and stretching out his legs, the condensation from the bottle dripping on his skin from where he has it propped against his hipbone, fingers curled loosely around the base.He’s so close, their sided brushing together, all that lovely smooth skin calling to him like a syren song.Shit. It’s going to be a long, long day.  Over the course of the morning, Dibu tries everything. He offers to put sunscreen on Leo’s back – and then does so very, very thoroughly, applying it on places the sun won’t even reach –, he slips innuendo into his words whenever he can without much success except in making him laugh, he finds any excuse to pose or bend over in front of him. He touches him constantly, wraps his arms around his waist from behind to mouth languidly at his neck, brushes his fingers against his leg and trails them up his thigh, pulling away before he gets too close to his cock. He kisses him – quick and sweet, filthy and deep; on his mouth, his jaw, the back of his shoulder, the tips of his fingers. He tries everything to make him as desperate as he is. It goes against every instinct he has, but he pulls back every time he feels Leo leaning into it, his heart jolting in protest every time he sees his eyelashes flutter, every time he hears him sigh softly as Dibu’s mouth leaves his skin.But nothing seems to work.Well. It kind of does, in that Leo is not unaffected, but he doesn’t break . He fights back, instead and, as the morning turns into the afternoon, Dibu becomes increasingly aware of how outclassed he is at this game. Or maybe he’s just fully realizing how helpless – and hopeless – he is when faced with Leo’s attention, of how much he craves them.Every touch between them feels more – more desperate, more urgent, more arousing – when he knows he cannot get more than that. The tension between them builds with every passing hour, with every brush of Leo’s fingers against his skin, electric and intoxicating. He’s quite sure that Leo feels the same, just as attuned to Dibu’s every movement as Dibu is to his – whether they are taking a walk through the small wooded area, eating the sandwiches Leo has prepared for lunch, or simply lazing in the sun, limbs tangled together and eyes closed as they lay on the hot sand.The only times he isn’t – when Dibu catches him staring over the calm waters of the Paraná, gaze unfocused and sharp at the same time, fingers running pensively along his lower lip – Dibu is almost one hundred percent sure that he’s planning . He always ends up turning to him, looking right through him as if he’s imaging what’s he’s going to do, later, and then his eyes focus again, mouth curling up a little as he takes in the way Dibu is staring at him – trepidation and eager nervousness shivering through his veins.He hadn’t thought it was possible to want him more than he already does, hadn't thought he could be even more aware of him – his presence, the weight of his eyes on him, the subtle inflection of affection and arousal in his voice. He also hadn’t realized how often he came, these days, until he has to ask for permission every time he wants to. It makes him feel so desperate, so needy , every time he’s made to stutter out a request, eyes squeezed shut so he doesn’t have to see Leo’s amused expression – the way he lowers his sunglasses to size him up before pushing them up his nose again and smirking, an indolent nod of his head granting him permission.It doesn’t cease to be utterly, shamefully humiliating every time he scuttles back inside the cabin, which only makes Dibu’s situation worse. By the time he squeezes another orgasm out of his cock, the memory of Leo’s languid permission – the realization that he needs it, needs to ask for it – just makes him start craving another. It’s a vicious, vicious circle that gets worse the longer it goes on – the more times he has to ask, has to show  Leo how pitifully desperate he is for him.He hasn’t been this constantly horny since he was a teenager, and the realization makes him actually kind of dread the moment they’ll have to separate and return home – not only because he’s going to be missing him like crazy, but because Leo has set such a standard for him that he doesn’t know how he’ll survive. It’s going to absolutely suck until his body gets the memo that frequent, bone-shaking orgasms on demand are not on the menu anymore.By the time Leo decides he’s had enough of being out, Dibu’s feeling like he’s lost his mind and like he cannot wait to get home. He climbs back into the boat almost on autopilot, beelining for the seat behind the wheel until he feels a hand wrap around his wrist and stop him in his tracks. He lets himself be maneuvered where Leo wants him, and he’s so out of it he doesn’t even ask why he’s been relieved of navigation duty. He just sits on the bench to the side and watches him.Leo keeps up a steady stream of chatter as he turns on the engine and then sets the sail, apparently having no problem doing everything by himself. He laughs a little as a coiled rope falls into the river after he takes a particularly daring turn, and the water glistens on the skin of his forearms and splashes against his chest as he quickly fishes it out.  As they pick up speed, retracing the route they took earlier, Dibu realizes that he has a problem. Again.He eyes the low steps leading down the small boat cabin, trying to figure out if he’s even going to fit in there. His cock aches as it strains against his underwear – it’d had quite a workout today, and  he hadn’t been patient enough to go get the lube most times – but the need has been building and building in the pit of his stomach for the last half-hour. He fidgets, biting his lip and shooting a quick glance at Leo.He’d stopped speaking while Dibu was lost in his head – probably realizing he wasn’t even listening to him, he thinks, chagrined. One of his hands is laying on his thigh, holding the bottom of the wheel, his other arm resting along the railing, and he’s staring to the side, seemingly captivated by the sunlight refracting in the water. His face is still glistening with sunscreen, flushed from the sun, and the wind is ruffling his short hair in an almost cinematic way. There’s a hickey at the base of his throat that Dibu doesn’t even remember having put there and his shirt is wet and sticking to his chest, his legs spread wide and relaxed.It’s unfair, how handsome he is. Dibu swallows, shifting again as he tries to get some relief to his cock. He doesn’t know how Leo does it. He looks so at ease – the line of his shoulders loose and relaxed, his fingers slowly tapping to a silent rhythm on the leather-wrapped wheel, indolently slouching into his seat as hums to himself – when Dibu knows he’d spent the majority of morning with a hard on as well. When he’s got one right now – Dibu cannot help but to let his eyes drop to the obvious bulge under the colorful fabric of his shorts. God, what he wouldn’t give to get his mouth on that. He knows Leo wouldn’t let him, but the urge to slide to the floor and crawl to him is getting harder and harder to resist as he looks at the proof of how unsatisfied Leo has been all morning. That’s almost more of a punishment than being denied his touch – that being made to wait for what he asked for. He aches with the need to remedy that, but he can’t, and it’s all his fault.Leo probably hadn’t even taken advantage of him squirreling away to get some relief for himself. Maybe. Probably. The idea that maybe he had , maybe he’d taken himself in hand instead of using him – his mouth, his hands, his ass – suddenly hits him like a freight train, and he lets out a whimper. The idea is simultaneously hot as hell but also terribly heart-wrenching.Leo turns his head towards him at the noise, raising an eyebrow. “Again?” he murmurs. His foot drags across the floor of the boat to hook around his ankle, pulling his leg outwards and forcing him to spread his thighs, leaving his erection shamefully exposed. Dibu fights the urge to cover his lap with his hand, his face flushing hotly. “Really Emi? It’s only been half an hour.” There’s a faintly mocking tone in his voice that makes him squirm like a dog being reprimanded, and Dibu’s face twists in mortification as he bites his lip hard enough to hurt in order to swallow another whimper. “It–it’s not my fault,” he rasps. Leo’s lips curl as he tilts his head to the side. “It isn’t? Whose is it, then?” he asks, a note of warning in his voice. “Is it mine, darling?” Dibu freezes. He knows that’s not the right answer, even if it’s the truth. He shakes his head, his heart hammering in his chest. “No?” he whispers, his voice lilting up in uncertainty.“That’s right, love. I’ll pretend like that wasn’t a question, yeah?”Dibu nods quickly. “My fault,” he says, feeling the weight of Leo’s gaze land in his lap like an almost physical caress. He’s ready to do anything – say anything – when Leo speaks to him in that tone. His hips twitch upwards, hand fisting around the edge of the seat. “My fault, I s-shouldn’t have said–” “You really shouldn’t have,” Leo interrupts him, amused. “If you hadn’t, you’d have been a melted puddle in my bed by now, all aching and sore and satisfied.”Dibu whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut as Leo’s words paint a crystal clear picture in his mind. The building want and frustration in his chest rise up, threatening to choke him with their intensity. He’s so on edge, his yearning not sated by the quick fleeting pleasure that’s all he’d been able to get by himself, and he feels his cock twitch again. He’s so fucking sorry he’d opened his mouth that morning.“Please,” he gasps. “Please Leo, can I jerk off?”Leo purses his lips in thought, looking at him pensively. He cannot quite hide the way the corner of his mouth is twitching upwards as he watches him tremble with want. He makes him wait, though, looking over the water and turning the wheel a couple of degrees. Dibu’s mouth waters as he stares at the way the muscles in his forearm tense under tattooed skin. His entire body is stiff – legs tense and hands clutching at the bench, his jaw aching a little as he forces himself to keep his mouth shut and just wait. After a long couple of minutes, Leo hums a little like he’s come to a decision and turns back to him, eyes glinting. “You can,” he says.Dibu goes limp with relief. He’d honestly been afraid that Leo wouldn’t say yes this time. A thank you that’s mostly an exhale falls past his lips as he scrambles to get upright. He should be able to squeeze into the cabin, even if he’s not sure how much space he’ll have to move. He doesn’t manage more than a step before Leo tugs at his shirt and stops him.“Where do you think you’re going?” Leo asks, pulling him down on the bench again.Dibu sits down and blinks at him, momentarily distracted from his throbbing cock. “In the cabin?”Leo laughs. “Oh no, darling. No way. If you want to come, you’re doing that right here.”Dibu’s breath leaves him as he stares at him wide-eyed, and then his head jerks to the side to take in their surroundings. There’s not many other boats on the river, but there are some. And they aren’t that far away from the bank, he can see houses and piers scrolling slowly by as they move. He looks back to Leo. “You want me to jerk off in the middle of the river?” he asks, incredulously.Leo shrugs, smiling. “You’re completely free to wait until I feel like getting you off, Emi. That’s always an option.” The glint in his eyes, though, tells him that might take a while longer. “So. What’s it gonna be?”A slow, hot flush works its way up Dibu’s chest, until it feels like his face is on fire. He swallows, weighing his options. His gaze drags over the river again, a vertiginous swooping sensation in his belly as he notices the way he can almost, almost , make out the faces of the other people in the boats around them – as he realizes that they probably could as well if he turned towards them. His heartbeat picks up speed, his palms turning sweaty with terrified arousal. He stares back at Leo again, gauging how serious he is. Leo looks back at him expectantly, nothing in his expression to suggest he’s joking. Dibu’s cock twitches, his arousal sharpening in an almost unbearable way. They’re completely exposed – Leo’s wearing the hat that he’d stolen from him sometimes that morning, and Dibu guesses that he’s partly hidden by the big white sail, but Dibu isn’t. His only saving grace is that most of the other boats are behind him. Most, but not all.He hesitates, wondering how far his exhibitionism is really going to take him, embarrassment coiling in the pit of his stomach when he realizes that the answer is very far . He’s too wound up to refuse, and the situation Leo has put him in too tempting to resist. And on top of that… this also feels a little like a victory. Because while he has no doubts Leo won’t touch him, the fact he wants to watch, to participate, in a way… His hand moves before he reaches a conscious decision, and it slowly slips into his shorts, curling around his cock. He shivers as he feels it pulse heavily in his grip, a little appalled at himself, but also so turned on he feels like he’s about to explode. Leo’s eyes sharpen and he turns towards him slightly, pulling one leg under himself as he settles in for a show. Dibu bites his tongue, acutely aware of the fact that he’s fully in the open – the wind slashing against his back, the sound of rushing water and distant voices magnified by the wave of humiliation that runs through his veins.He strokes himself slowly, trying to move as little as possible so as not to make what he’s doing too obvious if someone is looking their way.Leo's mouth parts, his breathing coming more heavily now. “You’re actually–” he murmurs, cutting himself off with a groan and pulling his gaze up to stare at him in the eyes. “God, you’re shameless,” he says, voice rough and mean.Dibu moans, squeezing himself tighter. His fingers are wet, the fabric of his underwear is as well, sticking to the back of his hand. He spreads his legs instinctively, trying to get a little more room without having to pull his cock out of his shorts. “You make me crazy,” he pants. “I want you, Leo, please!” Leo laughs incredulously. “So it’s my fault again?” he rasps. His eyes keep glancing between his face and his hand, and he licks his lower lip. “You think that’ll work? Showing me what a desperate little whore you are, how little you can control yourself?”Dibu whines, thrusting into his hand and letting his head thunk back against the metal railing. “Please, please, please,” he whimpers, feeling his orgasm getting closer and closer despite the fact that he’d come not even an hour before. Having Leo’s eyes on him is different, makes pleasure feel sharper, every inch of his skin is shivering with want. “I’m sorry, Leo please touch me–’m sorry,” he pants, opening his eyes to look at him through the veil of helpless tears coating his vision.Leo looks like he wants to eat him alive, half leaning towards him, his hands fisted on the wheel and the railing so hard his knuckles are white. “No,” he breathes, and Dibu’s breathing hitches in a sob. His hips rise from the bench as he fucks into his fist, unable to maintain a steady rhythm, chasing the pleasure like a man possessed. He’s given up on trying to contain his panting gasps, and that just turns him on even more, sends adrenaline rushing through his veins – the thought that at any moment one of the boats sailing in the vicinity is going to come closer, and he’ll be heard, he’ll be seen . They’ll recognize him, they’ll see the pathetic sight of him, tears welling up in his eyes as he jerks himself off under his boyfriend's dismissive stare. Fuck, fuck! His eyes fly open as the fantasy turns so real he can almost feel the stares burning against his flesh. He’s dancing on the edge of the blade, his hand moving so fast now that his shorts are getting pushed down his hips, and the wind laps at the trembling, wet flesh of his cock, and Leo is staring at him, pupils blown so wide his eyes look black.“Leo–” he gasps. “Want you inside me, please, please!” He’s not bothering to keep his voice low, and he catches the way Leo’s eyes flit away to stare behind him, as if to check if anyone is in hearing range. That just spurs him on more. “Want your fingers, want your cock– I’m sorry, please fuck me,” he whimpers, spreading his legs obscenely wide. He glances down at himself and moans, staring at the sight of his hand wrapped around the purpling, dripping head of his cock that’s jutting out of his underwear. A lance of burning mortification makes him squeeze himself tighter as he gasps, realizing how exposed he is. He raises his head, looking at Leo imploringly.Leo breathes out harshly, straightening with what looks like real effort and turning away from him. “You made your bed, sweetheart. Now, get yourself off quick, yeah?” His voice is raspy, and he looks like it takes him all he has to smooth out the feral edge in his expression. His hands twitch on the wheel like he wants to wrap them around Dibu’s throat, nails digging into the soft leather like he wants to use them to mark him up. “I’ll need a hand when we arrive, it’s gonna be five minutes, I think.”Dibu shudders as he feels his gaze leave him, turning his head into his shoulder and biting down on his shirt to keep himself from begging again. He quickens the pace of his hand, panting and moaning as a rush of hot pleasure washes over him – at being ignored, being denied, being exposed – and he comes with a muffled cry. His cock jerks and twitches in his grip, hot come splashing against his lower belly and then dripping down to pool wetly in his lap, sliding down the inside of his thigh.He goes boneless all of a sudden, panting like he’s run a marathon, and then he yelps, throwing out his free hand to grip the railing as he feels himself slip off the bench. He manages to control his fall even while his limbs aren’t responding to him properly, but he ends up half-sprawling on the floor. Leo makes an alarmed noise, but before he has even started to reach for him, Dibu is crawling between the coiled ropes on the floor and dragging himself at his feet. He wraps his body around his right leg and rests his head against his knee, aching for his touch, for anything , at this point. He’s crying, the tears cold as they roll down his cheeks, panting little breaths escaping his open mouth as he presses it against Leo’s thigh. He’s vaguely aware of the fact that his cock is still hanging out of his shorts, and that he’s smearing come against Leo’s skin, where his hand is clutching at his ankle.“‘m sorry,” he slurs, letting go and wiping his shaking hand against his shorts. In between hitching breaths, he tries to clean up Leo’s leg as well with his shirt, but he’s stopped by the feeling of fingers in his hair, by Leo’s soothing voice“Shh, it’s ok, love. You did so well, you’re alright,” Leo murmurs, his hands pulling him closer as he bends over him. “You’re so good for me, you did perfect. Exactly what I asked of you, good boy. I love you so much, Emi.” He tilts his head up to press a kiss to his lips, wiping away his tears with his thumb. “God…” his voice is trembling faintly, and Dibu can hear the fierce desire coating his words, can feel him holding back his want in the way the tips of his fingers press against his skin. He lurches upwards, clawing at his biceps to pull him down and he kisses him, full of desperate neediness. Leo moans against his lips, grabbing his jaw and holding him still as he deepens the kiss, licking into his mouth ravenously, his nails digging into his skin and probably leaving marks. Dibu makes a soft, lost sound when he pulls back, before his scrambled brain realizes where they are, the fact that they are almost at their destination and that he’s a fucking disaster– come smeared against his belly and his hands and probably getting on Leo’s clothes as well, half-undressed and with tear tracks on his face. He takes in a deep breath, and then another and another, trying to center himself and to emerge from the haze of want and lust that had taken over his mind.Leo’s hands are cupped around his face, and he strokes his thumb against his damp cheekbone. He’s looking at him like he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen – which goes a long way to helping him not feel like a disgusting mess. “This was probably not my brightest idea,” Leo breathes, watching him fight to get back to reality. “You make me crazy as well. Are you ok?” He kisses him again before Dibu can answer, like he cannot help himself. His cock digs into Dibu’s belly, hard and hot even through the fabric of their clothes.“‘m ok,” Dibu mumbles against his lips. He wraps his arms around his waist and snuggles closer, whimpering a little into his mouth as his hypersensitive cock drags against his clothed thigh. His face heats up as he imagines his come smearing all over his clothes and he makes to pull away, but Leo holds onto him tight, biting his lower lip and sinking his fingers in his hair.“Made a mess of you. Made a mess of everything,” he slurs once Leo lets him breathe. “Sorry. Please don’t make Bruno clean the boat, I’ll pay for a cleaning service.” He’s pretty sure there’s come on the floor and on the benches. Jesus Christ.Leo bursts out laughing, hugging him closer. “I won't, promise,” he giggles. “And the cleaning service is on me. It’s kind of my fault.” Dibu snorts, his head lolling to rest in the crook of Leo’s shoulder. “Oh, now it is?” he mumbles. “I should have known you’d actually do it, you pervert.”Dibu shivers and then bites at his shoulder in retaliation, his face hot. “You’re a bastard,” he mumbles. “And I’m not the only pervert who enjoyed that.” He can feel how much Leo had liked to watch him debase himself, his cock pressing up against him. He closes his eyes, feeling tiredness spread through him as Leo’s chest shudders against his in laughter.Leo suddenly curses, fighting against his dead weight to reach the wheel again as the boat dips and weaves worryingly. “Shut up. I was wrong, this is all your fault,” he mutters into his ear. “Are you back to normal? I really need help or we’re gonna crash against the dock.”Dibu laughs, raising his head from his shoulder and squinting at their rapidly approaching destination. Fortunately, there is no one around anymore, and he’s a little reassured that probably nobody saw the scene he’d just made. “I’m almost there,” he sighs, eyelids drooping as he presses his nose to Leo’s temple and breathes in his scent, letting it steady him. “Gimme just a minute. Can we like… do loops until I can feel my limbs again? Holding pattern,” he clarifies. Maybe that’s just for planes, though?Leo chuckles and presses a kiss to his cheekbone. “Sure thing.” He settles himself better, so that he can reach the wheel while continuing to hold him. Dibu leans into his chest and hums happily as he feels the boat roll gently to the side.“God, we’re such morons,” Leo mutters in his hair, but he sounds fond and amused, and Dibu just sighs in agreement.  Dibu’s hopelessly grateful Leo has them take the backdoor to get inside. He’s wrapped around him, letting him hold most of his weight as they stumble through the patio door. While Bruno probably has an idea, by now, of how much sex they’ve been having – they're not that discreet and it's not like there's much else to do while cooped up in the house for days straight – he isn’t that eager to be seen all wrecked and covered in come after what was supposed to be a cute date to the beach. Leo would probably die of embarrassment as well, and Dibu doesn’t want the mood to get spoiled.There’s something in Leo’s posture – in the way he looks at him from the corner of his eyes – that tells him he’s close. Close to breaking, close to finally touching him. Dibu catches sight of the couch as Leo shrugs the bag they’d packed off his shoulder, and his feet start to move towards it, but Leo’s arm tightens around his waist and gently pulls him away.“Not yet, love. You’re taking a shower right now.”Dibu nods his head sleepily, letting himself be corralled into the downstairs bathroom. He wakes up a bit then, when he feels Leo’s fingers slipping under his shirt, and he straightens, finally trusting his legs to hold his weight. He wiggles out of his clothes and steps into the shower, opening the water on its coldest setting and hoping it will jolt him out of his post-orgasmic daze. He braces his hands against the tiles and lets his head hang low, gasping a little as the water runs down his back.“Need a hand?” Leo asks softly from behind him as he watches him shudder under the icy cold jet.Dibu knows it’s not an offer for fun times, just genuine concern, so he doesn’t pretend to need it. He looks over his shoulder instead, blinking water out of his eyes to give him a contented smile. “Nah, I’m good, Leo. Doing fantastic, really.” It had been kind of intense, and had hit him hard after all the teasing he’d endured, but he’s doing fine. More than fine, actually. His limbs are all tingly, his entire body loose and relaxed, his mind peaceful and calm.Leo’s eyes are tender as he looks at him, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a small smile. “Good then. Get clean, I’ll have towels ready for you when you’re done.”Dibu chuckles to himself, turning back around and reaching for the soap as he listens to Leo busying himself up behind him. He cleans himself up, grimacing a little at the utter mess he’s made. Under the sound of the water, he can make out the noises of Leo moving around, probably throwing his clothes into the laundry basket. He looks over his shoulder and grins sheepishly to himself as he sees him wetting a towel to wipe away the sticky mess Dibu had left on his skin. He’s gotten rid of his clothes as well, only wearing his boxers. He turns back around, wincing as his sore cock gives a pathetic little twitch. When he finally steps out of the shower, feeling clean and more awake already, there are towels ready, just as he’d been promised.Leo wraps a big one around his shoulders, his hands running over it and along Dibu’s body to dry him up. The towel is soft and fluffy, smelling like laundry detergent, and Dibu’s eyelids droop as contentment spreads through him, and he has to force himself to stay still instead of leaning into Leo again. Leo’s hands are hot where they brush against his chilled skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He rubs a smaller towel against his chest and his sides, slow and attentive, making sure to dry up every drop still clinging to his skin, and then he kneels down in front of him.Dibu loses his breath a little as he stares down at the crown of his head, his stomach doing a flip when Leo starts drying up his legs as well. He can feel the warmth of his hands through the towel as they close around his ankles and then drag up his calves, making sure he doesn’t miss the ticklish spot behind his knees. Dibu shivers, and he feels Leo’s lips curve in a smile as he presses a kiss to his upper thigh.“You have so much leg,” he murmurs, tilting his head up to look at him. “Kilometers of legs. You’re like a flamingo.”Dibu frowns down at him, fighting against the swell of fuzzy peace Leo’s ministrations are filling him with not to simply melt under his touch. “Is that supposed to be a compliment? Because it doesn't sound like one,” he mumbles. His hands are petting at Leo’s hair, almost as if they have a mind of their own.Leo chuckles. “It is. You have enough legs for both of us,” he says drily. Before Dibu can join in with a joke about his height, though, Leo straightens on his knees and wraps his arms around his waist, hugging him tight and brushing a kiss against his hipbone. He leans his cheek against his stomach and looks up at him again, eyes soft and bright. “I love you,” he whispers.Dibu’s quip dies on his lips as his heart jolts, and he cradles Leo’s face between his hands, his fingers trembling slightly as they fan against the sides of his head. It always stuns him when Leo does this, when he touches him so gently, looks at him reverently – as if he can’t believe his luck, as if Dibu is what he’d been searching for all his life. He swallows, exhaling shakily and unable to reply as a knot forms in his throat. Leo’s smile turns warmer, and he rises to his feet to hug him properly. He repeats the words again and again against his collarbone as Dibu wraps himself around him, burrowing into his arms and shivering. Leo walks him backwards until he feels something brush against the back of his knees, and he sits down obediently on the small stool next to the sink, letting his arms fall limply into his lap and spreading his legs to make space for Leo between them.Leo steps closer, and there’s a clean towel in his hands again. “I’m gonna dry your hair, ok?” he asks.Dibu nods slightly, his eyes slipping closed as he leans forwards and rests his forehead against his chest. He sighs when Leo starts doing just that – running the towel over his scalp, careful as he brushes behind the shell of his ears, slow as he rubs down the back and sides of his neck. He loses himself a little in the ritual of it, listening to Leo’s even breathing as he works, until the towel disappears and just Leo’s fingers remain, combing gently through his slightly damp hair.His eyes flutter open when he feels his head getting tilted up, and he smiles dazedly up at him. “Thank you,” he sighs. His whole body is thrumming with an easy kind of peace, and he realizes that he’s floating a little.Leo smiles back. “My pleasure,” he murmurs. He cups a hand against his jaw, running his thumb against his cheek. “Mh. Scruffy,” he teases as the pad of his finger catches against his stubble with a raspy sound.“You like it,” Dibu mutters as he tilts his face into his palm, eyes going to half mast. He’s pretty sure Leo loved it this morning, when he rubbed it all over his belly.“I do,” Leo says, voice deep and raspy. “But I wonder if…” He cuts himself off, mouth twisting in what looks like faint embarrassment as the tips of his ears go red.Dibu blinks curiously up at him, suddenly feeling more awake. “If?” he asks.Leo hesitates a little and then lets out a sharp breath. His thumb is still rubbing along the line of his jaw. “Will you let me shave you?” he asks, voice rough and low.Dibu blinks again, nonplussed. “Ok,” he says, a little confused. It’s a bit weird, but he doesn’t understand why Leo’s looking so intense about it. Unless it’s a kink? Suddenly the idea seems more appealing. “Sure,” he repeats.Leo bites his lip and closes his eyes tightly, breathing out shakily. When he opens them, he looks a mix of amused and aroused – which is always a gorgeous sight on his face. “You are always up for anything, aren’t you?” he murmurs.Dibu flushes a little, but he just nods. He always is up for anything, after all, as long as Leo is the one suggesting it. Up till now, he’s never regretted trying out something he proposed, and he doesn’t think this is going to be the exception.Leo curses under his breath and bends down to kiss him, fingers turning firmer against his jaw, and Dibu’s lips parts under his tongue with a moan. He can taste the coiled want Leo’s been repressing all day in the way he plunders his mouth, in the way he breathes harshly as he pulls away and his eyes are dark and wide. It pulls at Dibu’s own want, tugging it to the surface and making it bloom into his chest once more.“Stay there,” Leo rasps, underlining the order with another quick press of his lips against his.Dibu nods dazedly, watching him as he steps to the side and opens the cabinet on the other side of the sink. The towel, which he’d almost forgotten was still wrapped around him, slides off of his shoulders, and Dibu lets it, wrapping it around his waist instead as he waits. His skin prickles with curious anticipation as he stares at the shaving cream and soft-looking brush Leo places on the counter next to him. His breath stalls in his lungs when the cabinet door closes and he sees what Leo’s holding. He’d been expecting a normal razor, but that’s not what’s in Leo's hand. The gleam of shining silver stuns him a bit as he stares at the long, sharp blade held carefully between Leo’s fingers. It’s a straight razor.“This okay?” Leo asks softly. Dibu’s breath stutters, and he nods his head wordlessly, slow, liquid warmth surging up into the pit of his belly. Oh.Leo smiles at him and comes closer again. “I promise I won’t nick you,” he murmurs, caressing his cheek with his knuckles. “Do you trust me?”“With my life,” Dibu replies instinctively, the words so easy and sincere, and he looks up at him, letting his expression underline them.Leo swallows, staring at him with slightly wide eyes. “Ok,” he whispers, and places the razor on the countertop as well. He opens the tap and fills the sink with hot water, before wetting a small towel and patting gently at Dibu’s face.“You’re giving me the full service?” Dibu grins up at him as the steam rises up from the soft fabric and heats up his skin.Leo laughs and pulls it away. “I am. Now, close your mouth.”Dibu does, unable to repress a smile as he watches him wet the brush and pick up a dollop of cream. The bristles are soft and the cream pleasantly cool as Leo lathers it in circles along his cheeks and his chin, under the bridge of his nose and down his neck until he’s got an even layer everywhere.Leo steps between his spread legs and runs his hand through Dibu’s hair. “Good. Now, no talking or moving without my say so, mh?”Dibu shudders lightly and wraps his hands around the back of Leo’s thighs, letting his grip in his hair tug his head backwards a bit. He nods.Leo smiles and opens up the razor, his fingers settling easily around the hilt. His free hand tilts his head slightly to the left, thumb pressing under his temple to pull the skin taut, and then he rests the edge right under his sideburn at a shallow angle.The blade is cold, gliding smoothly along his skin with a satisfying, raspy sound. Leo’s using short, slow strokes and barely any pressure, the weight of the razor and the sharpness of the blade doing most of the work. Dibu stares up at him as he works his way down his cheek. His eyes are following the movement of the blade, eyebrows pulled together in concentration and mouth slightly parted. His pupils are wide and dark, and his touch sure but gentle.Dibu breathes in slowly as he feels the blade scrape along the line of his jaw in slow and precise motions, and he swallows. There’s something deeply erotic in the way Leo’s attention is fully focused on him, in the sharp blade pressed against his skin, in the firm grip Leo has on his head and the way the most minute twitches of his fingers direct him to move as he pleases. The razor leaves his skin and the sound of splashing water lets him know Leo’s cleaning off the thick foam that had collected on it. Their eyes meet, and Dibu jolts at the heat he sees in Leo’s, the way he can almost sense the desire simmering under his skin.“The other one,” Leo murmurs, voice raspy, as he tilts Dibu’s head to the right. Dibu’s fingernails dig into the back of his thighs as he follows his touch, his eyes fluttering shut this time. His mind goes quiet, thoughts flowing by slow and mellow. The quiet that surrounds them is only broken by the short, raspy sound the blade makes as it kisses his skin again and again, by Leo’s even, slow breathing and Dibu’s soft sighs, and the occasional splashing sounds of water against the walls of the sink as Leo cleans the foam off the razor. It’s so peaceful. His entire word is made up of soft sounds and Leo’s touch, cool metal gliding against his skin and the sensation of being taken care of. Leo’s so careful. The fact that he can be so – when Dibu knows how on edge he is – is at once moving and deeply arousing. Leo’s thumb swipes over his upper lip when he’s done with his cheeks, brushing away a small bit of foam from the corner of his mouth before pressing gently under his chin and making him tip his head back. “Very still now,” he says hoarsely .Dibu shivers a little, following the motion mindlessly. Leo steps closer, the warmth of his body washing against Dibu’s chest and then there's a sharp, cold line of metal pressed against his throat, right under his jaw. The slow pulsing warmth that had been pooling in the pit of Dibu’s belly surges up, spreading quickly through his entire body, and he realizes that he’s hard again.He bites back a gasp, not wanting to distract Leo when he’s got something sharp and deadly pressed against his jugular, but he cannot help the way his skin flushes hot and breaks out in goosebumps as the blade dances down the vulnerable skin of his throat, or the way his fingers twitch on Leo’s legs and his breath catches.Leo stills for a second, letting out a sharp, controlled exhale. “I can see your heartbeat,” he rasps, almost like he’s talking to himself,  fingertips pressing against his jaw and holding him still. The razor pulls away once it reaches the end of his throat, and then there’s a trail of heat following the path the blade had made in the foam – Leo’s thumb coming down to press against the fluttering skin right over his jugular.Dibu doesn’t dare open his eyes, afraid that seeing his expression right now is going to break him. He takes in a shaky breath when Leo resumes his motions, his Adam's apple bobbing as he feels the cold edge of the razor kiss the tender skin under his chin before coming down to scrape over it. His cock jerks under the towel, and he lets out a small whimper.He realizes he’d been tensing up, leaning into Leo’s touch and into the blade, only when it finally leaves his skin and his limbs loosen with a shudder.Leo doesn’t speak as Dibu collects himself, as he breathes fast and shallow while he waits for his pounding heartbeat to settle back into normality. He washes the razor quickly and efficiently and then gently wipes a wet towel over his face, cleaning up the remaining traces of the shaving cream.Once he’s done, he cradles his face between his hands, thumb swiping over perfectly smooth and damp skin. “All done,” he murmurs, and then he swallows. His hands are so gentle, fingers petting at his jaw, but they are trembling slightly.Dibu’s eyes flutter open slowly. “Thank you,” he slurs, his tongue feeling thick and useless in his mouth as the overwhelming mixture of sparking arousal and drowsy peace battle it out inside of his head. Leo’s looking at him intently, nostrils flaring and lips pressed in a tight line. Dibu smiles dreamily up at him before he turns his face to press his mouth into his palm.“Fuck.” Leo’s voice sounds sharp and defeated at the same time, but Dibu has no time to wonder about it before his mouth crashes into his and he’s being kissed hard and fast. Leo moans, a sound that rakes its claws into Dibu’s nervous system and sends all his senses into hyperawareness, and his fingers sink into his hair and pull him closer. Before he realizes what’s happening, Leo jerks away and then his hand wraps around his wrist to yank him upright. “Living room, right now– on the couch,” he growls.Dibu stumbles after him, the towel dropping to the floor and leaving him completely naked as he follows the pull of Leo’s grip, incredulous delight spreading through him in waves. “Yes–” he gasps, almost tripping over his feet in his haste to obey. “Yes, Leo–thank you!”Leo makes a sharp, low sound and runs his hand down his spine– touch greedy and possessive as his fingers settle at the small of his back, warmth sinking into his flesh like a brand. He hurries him to the couch and then shoves him down on it, sending him sprawling out on his back. Dibu looks up at him wide-eyed, his cock slapping against his belly as Leo’s crawls on top of him, fingers digging into his thighs to push them apart, forcing one of his legs over the back of the couch. He’s never seen him this out of control, and the arousal pulsing under his skin turns almost unbearable in its intensity. He spreads his legs even wider under his ravenous stare, feeling exposed and shameless and a little like a piece of meat being thrown in front of a starving wolf. His heart skips a beat when Leo responds to his motion by cursing under his breath and raking his nails down his chest.He arches up into the touch, mouth dropping open as his fingers finally curl around his cock, and he lets out a shameless, drawn out moan, hips twitching to fuck into his fist.“Insatiable little slut,” Leo bites out, squeezing his cock tightly and then letting go of it to push two fingers into his panting mouth. “You can't get enough, can you? Suck.”Dibu does, curling his tongue around them, tasting the salty flavor of his own precome and something vaguely minty that must be the last traces of the shaving cream. He nods at Leo's rhetorical question, his hips twitching as he tries to spread himself out even more, offer him everything he has to give. Leo's fingers sink into his throat and make him choke a little, and then he pulls them out just to push them back in again, fucking his mouth roughly.When he finally pulls them out, they are covered in saliva and glistening, but Dibu cannot see them for long because he brings them down between his legs to trace against his rim. He shudders as they slide inside of him, his hands flying up behind his head to grab at the padded armrest, nails digging in.“God Leo, want you–” he gasps. “I wanted you all day, please fuck me–please–”Leo's free hand comes to grab at his jaw to make him look into his eyes, his fingers finally stilling when they're shoved all the way inside of him. He looks at him with dark, wide eyes, his mouth parted a little in what looks like surprise.“You're open already,” he says, voice rough and gravelly. “Have you been playing with yourself here as well, love?”Dibu flushes, his instinctive motion to turn his head away and hide his expression stopped by Leo's firm grip. “Y-yes,” he stutters, his heart beating a tattoo against his ribs. “Imagined it was you. Your fingers, your cock. Missed them s’ much,” he pants, jaw workin to form the words despite the unforgiving pressure of Leo’s fingertips. Leo groans, his hand releasing his jaw to wrap around his throat as he scissors them inside of him harshly, prying him open. Dibu gasps at the delicious burn, pushing his chin up to give his hand more space and rocking back against his fingers needily.“Fucking whore,” Leo growls softly, slipping a third inside with only a little struggle. Dibu whines at the stretch, and at the words, his hips rolling – as much as they can with how wide his legs are spread – to chase his touch, his cock red and dripping on his belly. He whimpers when they slide out of him, his hole twitching hungrily as it's left empty once more.Leo's hand leaves his neck to grip his hair, and he gives him a harsh little tug. “Turn around. On your stomach.” Dibu pants and obeys, wiggling around until he's laying face down and raising himself on his knees. His rubs his cheek against the couch, trying to center himself as he hears Leo rummage through the cabinet drawer nearby, and he bites back the need to beg him to just fuck me, I can take it, please – because Leo never listens to him when he says that.He waits impatiently, but fortunately Leo seems as desperate as he is, because he slicks him and himself up quickly and then there's something hard and hot pressed against his entrance. Dibu braces himself.Despite how frantic Leo's been up till now, he seems he has enough control left not to slam into him all at once. He drives himself forwards, working him open with his cock, forcing him to relax around the length spreading him apart by wrapping a hand around his nape and squeezing gently.Dibu is groaning, fingers twitching and digging into the padded armrest as he arches his back and takes and takes and takes it , the breath driven out of his lungs by the lovely, breathless feeling of finally having him inside at long last. God, he'd missed this – no matter that it had been less than a day since he'd last been panting under him, he'd missed this so much it burns.“Fast, Leo please,” he stutters, rocking back against him and forcing the last of his cock to sink inside of him, where it belongs. He clenches around the aching stretch of it with a satisfied whimper. “Fuck me hard, god–”His next words are muffled as Leo’s fingers sink into his hair and shove his head down into the cushions. “I'll fuck you how I like, darling,” he growls as his hips pull back and then snap forwards. Dibu jolts when he hears him spit and then feels wetness land on his stretched rim. His strangled moan is swallowed by the cushions as he imagines it getting fucked inside of him with Leo’s next deep stroke. “You've talked enough today, haven't you? Now shut up and take it, and don't you dare come.” Dibu stiffens as the next thrust drills into his prostate brutally, his hands scrambling to find something to hold onto as Leo sets a fast, rough pace. Pleasure rockets through him like an explosion, sparks of white light lighting up his vision behind his screwed shut eyes.Leo’s hands drag up his back – clutching at his shoulder as he pulls him onto his thrusts, bitten nails digging into his skin – and then come clawing back down, leaving stinging scratches down the length of his spine. Dibu moans, the sound coming out stuttered and hitching, almost like it’s being punched out of his lungs by the way Leo is ramming into him.He bites his tongue to stop himself from speaking, from sobbing out his gratitude and his love as Leo fucks into him just as hard and fast as he'd been hoping for. He turns his head to the side to breathe, the still sensitive skin of his cheek dragging against the cushions as his body is jostled back and forth.He takes it, just as Leo has asked, his panting mouth open and letting out gurgling, choked sounds of pleasure at the force of his thrusts, the way he can feel his cock pulse inside of him as it splits him apart and grinds against his prostate. His mind is blank, every signal sent by his nerves sparking out in the emptiness of it like fireworks.A harsh slap lands on his asscheek and he jolts, groaning loudly and clenching around him, pushing back into his thrusts. Another one follows, and then Leo’s fingertips are drilling into the smarting flesh as he rasps out a curse and pushes his legs wider still, his motions losing pace but gaining strength, his hips snapping against his ass hard enough he’s sure they’re gonna leave it just as red as the spanking has.Dibu trembles under the waves of pain-tinged pleasure, skin prickling everywhere in the wake of Leo’s touch – hands gripping his outer thighs, closing around his wrist to yank it behind his back and holding it down at the base of his spine, mouth sucking and biting at his shoulder blade, mouthing obscenities against his skin. His hips ache as he fights to remain in the position Leo wants him in, thighs pushed wider and wider by Leo’s own legs as he buries himself inside him until Dibu cannot hold on anymore and his knees give out from under him. He quickly gets pressed flat against the couch as Leo bears down into him, one of his knees wedging under the backrest cushions and the other slipping off the couch entirely to brace against the floor. He jolts as the change of angle makes Leo’s cock slam into his prostate and he tightens helplessly around the thick weight of it, his mouth opening into a soundless gasp.Leo groans, harsh and breathless and wild, his hands wrapping around his hips, fingers digging into his flesh and holding him in place – pinning him down to the couch and making him still, making him take it – as his cock plunges inside of him again and again with slick, obscene sounds. His breath is hot and damp against his back, teeth pressed against the knobs of his spine like he wants to bite him but he’s too distracted by the way Dibu spasms and twitches around his cock.He’s so full , the stretch sending shivering bliss rushing through his nervous system. His skin burns with heat wherever they are pressed together, and he’s having trouble breathing, half because he cannot seem to catch his breath, half because Leo’s thrusts are pushing him up the couch and smushing his face against the padded armrest. His mouth is forced open by the uncomfortable way his neck is bent, panting wetly where it’s pressed against the fabric and probably drooling against it.Dibu is in heaven. He shakes, fingers trembling as he grasps the edge of the armrest and holds on for dear life, pushing back just enough that he has room to breathe. When his head is no longer buried between the cushions he can hear the way Leo's growling – a low, rumbling litany of bitten off words interspersed with his name that vibrate against his back –  and he arches up as much as he can, trying to get him deeper still. He can feel the damp, sticky mess his cock is making where it’s trapped between his belly and the cushions, dragging against the fabric with every jostling motion and filling him with so much pleasure it blanks out his brain.“Ngh! ‘m gonna–” he chokes out when he abruptly realizes that he's dangerously close to the edge. “Leo–Ah!”Leo's mouth leaves his back, and then the hand that was fisted in a bruising grip around his hip just a second before curls around his throat. He braces his other hand against the armrest and yanks him up. Dibu’s chest rises from the couch, his spine arching backwards, until he feels his back pressed flush against Leo’s chest. “No,” Leo hisses.Dibu’s cock twitches desperately when his fingers tighten, the sound of his rabbiting heartbeat pounding in his head and goosebumps breaking out all over his body as his breathing gets cut off. He whines desperately, fingers scrabbling at the cushions to prop himself up a little as tears of pleasure pool in his eyes and obscure the sight of Leo’s forearm flexing as he grunts against his shoulder and makes him arch back even more.“Please, ‘lease!” he wails, the words struggling to leave his throat through the lovely constriction of Leo’s fingers. “Shut up. You've had enough, today,” Leo bites out into his ear, not stopping the bone shaking thrusts that are hitting his prostate with exquisite precision. “Learn a little self-control, you desperate slut.” His voice is rough, his usual composure seemingly having deserted him. “Don't come, and I'll whip you right after.”Dibu’s eyes flutter shut as he shudders in mortified arousal, his throat working against Leo's palm as if to swallow down the insult and the promise, until they are twisting desperately in his belly right next to the overwhelming pleasure. “Yes,” he sobs out, choked and weak.The hold around his throat relents and Dibu drops back on the couch with a gasp, coughing a little as he tries to fill his lungs with precious air. Leo laughs, breathless and mean. “Good boy,” he pants derisively. Dibu whines and bites into the pillow, panting like an animal as he tries to stifle his wrecked moans. He squeezes his eyes shut, holding onto his restraint with everything he has as Leo grips the armrest over his head with both hands and uses it as leverage to make his thrusts that much harder.He can do it, he can. Leo deserves this, and he's right, he'd been so generous today with his permission, Dibu has no right to ask for more. It's not about him, not right now – he's just supposed to take it, let Leo take his frustration and his pleasure out on him, and the thought pierces through his mind like an arrow.He goes limp and lets him do whatever he pleases to him, just tightening around his cock, clenching around him and shivering at the gorgeous, mind-melting friction as he tries to be as pleasing – as useful – as he can.Leo growls in appreciation, plastering himself to his back and biting at his shoulder. “Take it for me, good boy– like that, take it–” he groans, his hips jackknifing into him hard and fast, his rhythm completely shot as he cuts himself off with a deep moan and shudders as orgasm hits him.His mouth latches at his nape, teeth clamping down harshly as he sinks his cock as deeply as he can inside of him, rocking against his ass hard enough to make Dibu's cock drag torturously against the couch.Dibu squeezes his eyes shut, biting into the back of his wrist and clawing at the soft fabric of the cushions as he fights not to follow him off the edge. His nerves sing with the exhilaration rush of being marked, of being Leo’s – his teeth still sunk into the back of his neck, his cock buried inside of him and filling him up with his come. Leo groans around his flesh, grinding inside of him for long, delicious moments, riding the spasming contraction of Dibu's hole as he tightens all over to stop himself from disobeying him.When he finally stills, Dibu lets out a muffled sob, torn between a dazed feeling of accomplishment at having managed to obey and desperation, because he'd been so close . It feels cruel, in a poetic sort of way. He'd been allowed to come as much as he wanted today, but not now, not when he'd finally gotten what he'd been craving – not now when it would have been so, so much better than what his own hand and fingers could ever give him.Leo pants against his spine, fast and shallow, and then lets out a slow, low moan full of satisfaction and melts on top of him. His hips twitch again, pulling out a little and then sinking his cock back inside, fucking the come Dibu can feel dripping from his stretched hole back inside of him.Dibu trembles, limbs still stiff and tense as he rides the sharp edge of pleasure, holding onto his self control with everything he has. Leo's lips brush tenderly against the back of his shoulder, leaving a line of damp kisses across his skin until they reach his nape. He licks at the painful bite he'd left him, still languidly rocking into his body as if enjoying the way Dibu cannot help but shudder and clench around him.“So good for me,” Leo mumbles, words slurring together as his hand runs clumsily down Dibu’s ribs, petting at his flank. He kisses the bitemark again and presses his cheek against his shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. “You feel so good around me...” He sounds out of it – voice wrecked and dreamy – his hips still twitching lazily to grind his softening cock into him, the head pressing unforgivingly against his battered prostate as he milks all the pleasure he can from his twitching body. His chest is heaving against his back, and Dibu can feel how fast his heart is pounding.Dibu’s breath stutters around a choked noise, and he finally turns his head to the side, gasping in some much needed air. “Please,” he whimpers. “Please Leo– I can't –”Leo stops moving, his breath catching. He shivers, and then he drags himself up to his elbows and reaches for his face, gripping his chin gently and angling his face towards him. He looks wrecked – he looks as Dibu feels – face red and shining with sweat, eyes wide and slightly glazed still, but sharpening rapidly.“Are you ok?” he asks, his voice raspy and worried. “Was it– Was I too rough? Emi?” He leans closer and ducks his head lower, trying to catch his eyes.Dibu groans as the motion pushes his cock deeper, feeling himself flush an even deeper red. “You're gonna make me come,” he blurts out, breathless and desperate. “Please, stop moving, please! Don't wanna disobey, but you–” Leo's eyebrows, which had pulled together in concern, smooth out again as realization flashes across his features. He chuckles and slumps back on top of him, his cock having softened enough to finally slip out of him.Dibu whimpers, immediately missing it even as he'd just finished begging for some respite. He can feel something wet and sticky gushing out of him, dripping down his twitching balls and he  desperately tries to clench around it to keep it inside. His hole just twitches weakly, open and hot and greedy.“Fuck,” Leo sighs against the back of his shoulder, wiggling his arms under his chest and hugging him close. His dead weight on his back grounds Dibu a little. “You won.”Dibu blinks dazedly, still teetering on the edge. “What?” he mumbles, not understanding.Leo laughs shakily. “You won, you fucking perfect man. You were right. I cannot resist you, clearly.” He snuggles against his back, his soft cock sliding between his asscheeks and dragging against his open hole, making him whimper.Dibu realizes he's right. He squints at the windows, watching the pretty colors of sunset just starting to paint the sky. Leo had broken before evening fell. A rush of dizzying accomplishment fills him and he lets out a happy laugh. “I won,” he repeats, almost incredulously. He'd been resigned to having to wait until later, but it seems he hadn't needed to, in the end. And he doesn't even know what he'd done to break Leo's admirable restraint.Leo makes a soft sound of amusement. “So smug,” he grumbles. “But you've got reason to be.” He sighs again, long and slow and utterly content. “You're a siren.”Dibu grins, looking at him over his shoulder. “I thought I was a flamingo.”Leo snorts and then pushes himself up. “That too.” He sits on his calves between Dibu's spread legs, looking down at his ass. His mouth twitches, and he fans his fingers over his thighs, thumbs running up the inside of his cheeks to spread them apart.Dibu shudders, turning his face into the pillow when he feels his hole twitching again under his gaze, another dribble of come dripping out of him. He moans as two of Leo's fingers run up the tender skin between his balls and his hole to catch it and fuck it back inside of him, his thumb rubbing gently around the stretch of them.“Look at that,” he murmurs as Dibu's hips chase them when he pulls them out. “You sure you're ok? I wasn't too rough?”Dibu's back arches as his thumb presses against his tender rim. “No,” he pants. “You've fucked me rougher, Leo. I loved it.”Leo hums, still petting gently at his swollen hole. “I might have, but I've never fucked you while I was that out of control. Jesus Christ.” He laughs incredulously. “I haven't lost control like that since I was a teenager.”God. Hearing that is almost enough to make up for the way Dibu's cock is throbbing, aching and neglected under his belly. “You haven't?”“Always fishing for compliments, aren't you?” Leo teases. He bends down and presses a kiss to the small of his back. “And yeah. You're everything I've ever wanted, you drive me crazy. I love you so much I think I'm going a bit insane with it,” he murmurs against his skin, brushing small kisses along the knobs of his spine. “You're amazing.”Dibu purrs happily, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. “You're amazing too,” he mumbles. “Love you so much– but please…” His traitorous hips wiggle around, trying to get some relief to his cock. “Please, can you whip me? I won.”Leo laughs resting his forehead against the middle of his back. “What did I say,” he chuckles. “Perfect.” He stumbles to his feet, his hand spreading wide at the small of his back and then running up his spine in a warm caress. “Can you handle a moment alone yet? I need to go get something. I hadn't planned for this,” he says ruefully.  Dibu takes stock of himself, before nodding slightly. “Good. Stay like that, don't move.”Dibu waits for him impatiently as he hurries out of the living room, listening to the soft sounds of his feet slapping against the wooden stairs. He breathes deeply, trying to calm down a bit, but the promise of what’s to come is hard to ignore. Leo's quick to come back, fortunately, and as soon as he's in reach again, Dibu grabs his leg and pulls him closer.Leo chuckles and bends down to kiss him softly. “Good boy, you're so patient for me,” he whispers, kissing his chin and his jaw as well. “Now, hold yourself open.”Dibu shudders, but his hands are already obeying him, twisting behind his back and gripping his cheeks. He doesn't know what Leo has in store for him – his eyes had been closed when he'd come downstairs again and he hadn't seen what he'd gone to get.He discovers it soon, though, when he feels something slick and a little cold press against his hole. He shudders, his face flaming as soft, realistic silicone slips easily inside of him, and he clenches around it experimentally. It's almost as big as Leo's cock and just as long, burrowing inside of him and pushing his come deeper.He pants, his cock twitching, but then lets out a displeased sound when it's fully buried inside and he finds out that the base thins quite a bit before flaring out again. He's stuffed full, but it doesn't stretch his rim in that addicting way he's used to with Leo's cock, and he wiggles unhappily.Leo laughs at him. “You're such a size queen, darling.”Dibu flushes abruptly, one hand coming up to hide his face in mortification.Leo grips his wrist gently and pulls it away, kneeling by his head and grinning at him. “It's one of your best qualities,” he says mock-sincerely, lips twitching.Dibu snorts and accepts the embarrassment, letting it join the ball of sparking arousal in his belly. He wiggles around, gasping when the huge toy presses into his prostate. He has to give it to Leo. That's an accurate description of him.Leo runs his knuckles down his cheek, still smiling. “I did a good job,” he murmurs, sounding pleased with himself. “That's an achievement, really. You were very, very distracting.”Dibu smiles back, rubbing his face against his fingers. “You did,” he murmurs. He hasn't seen his face in a mirror yet, but he doesn't doubt it's true.Leo hums pensively. “Forgot to put aftershave on you, though.” He looks like he’s seriously considering doing so right now.Dibu's eyes narrow, and he grabs his wrist. “Leo,” he says, voice calm and a little deadly. “If you make me wait any longer, I'm going to go find someone else to whip me, understand?”Leo bursts out laughing. “Impatient little thing, aren't you?”Dibu's eyebrows climb up his forehead and he pushes himself to his elbows. “Impatient?” he splutters. “Really, Leo? Really?”Leo's grin turns mean, and his fingers fist in his hair as he stands up. “Very well then. We'll do that later. On your feet.” He pulls at his hair, and Dibu's eyes flutter as he's forced up on his knees, panting when the motion makes the toy shift inside of him. Once he's upright, he looks down at Leo, eyes wide and expectant, trembling with excitement.“Go wait for me in the bedroom,” Leo murmurs, letting his hand caress down his chest. His fingers trace the four red lines he’d left on his belly, eyes darkening before they rise up to meet his. “On your knees, face pressed to the floor.”Dibu loses his breath, his heart picking up speed. He nods slowly, his cock jerking between his legs. He can feel his stare burn between his shoulder blades as he turns around and hurries to the stairs.He has a feeling Leo's going to absolutely wreck him, and he cannot wait.