True to his word, Riku would not allow Leon to lay a single finger on him, try as he might. All throughout dinner preparations, Leon could feel his strength being tested. The way Riku tossed his hips as he tossed a salad, how he licked his hand to get a taste of the sauce—how Leon would have given anything to be the palm of Riku’s hand. The subtle way he swayed back and forth while he slowly stirred the boiling pasta. The way the costume accentuated his already narrow waist and long, shapely legs, and the cute, round behind that was waiting for him if he could just get past all the lace and Riku’s vengeful attitude...Leon seriously contemplated the merits of running the steak knife through his eye as he removed the utensil from the drawer to set the table.
“Leon?”
The brunet glanced at Riku with one eyebrow raised.
“You have a problem with the steak knives or something?” Riku’s voice held a note of worry.
Leon looked down, and then back to Riku. “What?”
Riku gestured with the pot of spaghetti he was holding. “You’re glaring at that knife like it killed your mother,” he commented.
Leon found it strange—Riku was talking to him, but all he could see were the pouty, glossed lips opening and closing, and think of how good they felt wrapped around his cock.
“Leon?” Riku placed the pot back on the stove and pressed a hand to Leon’s cheek. He was just standing there with the glossy expression on his face, staring at Riku, and it was a bit unnerving.
Leon's eyes slipped shut for a second longer than they should have, and when he opened them, they were filled with pure lust. With sudden ferocity, he dove in and kissed Riku's lips, grabbing hold of the hand on his cheek to keep the silveret in place. Leon could feel the gasp that fell from Riku's mint flavored lips, and swept his tongue along the breadth of his mouth.
Riku tugged half-heartedly in an attempt to free his hand. He had fully intended to punish Leon for a while longer, but this...this was nice. He liked this.
Leon paused for breath, applying his lips to Riku's neck, and he wrapped an arm around Riku's waist to pull him closer. Riku's eyes widened as Leon turned and pressed him against the fridge. His free hand automatically rose to push against Leon's chest in futile protest, but his mind went completely blank as the brunet's tongue laved over his skin. Tiny gasps of pleasure fell escaped his throat as he tried to say, “Le—Leon, stop—”
But all thought of an argument, any inkling of resistance left Riku's body as Leon gently palmed the inside of Riku's thigh. A shiver ran down the silveret's spine at the intimate caress. “Damn,” he groaned.
“You asked for this,” Leon growled roughly, moving his fingers to trail up and down Riku's erection. “Did you really think you could taunt me like that and not earn a reaction?” He buried his face in the young artist's neck biting down hard on the delicate pale skin. He could feel the vibrations in his throat as Riku let out a breathless moan. Riku tangled his fingers in the brunet's messy locks, pulling him closer, as he involuntarily thrust his hips forward.
Leon's lips hungrily roved over Riku's skin, leaving harsh red spots across his bare shoulders. His hands groped beneath the fluffy skirt, smoothing over the creamy soft skin of Riku's thighs, occasionally brushing over the obvious bulge in his panties. “You're going to scream my name,” he whispered hotly in Riku's ear, pressing his hard muscled body against Riku, almost to the point of pain.
Riku hitched his leg around Leon's waist, wantonly bringing their groins into harsh contact. His lips traced the outer shell of Leon's ear as he replied, “Make me.”
The words sent a sharp bolt of desire flaring through his body. Grey eyes clashed with aquamarine a second before their lips touched, tongues battling with each other for dominance. Riku's legs wrapped around Leon's waist as Leon hoisted him into his arms. Blindly, he backed out of the kitchen, following Riku's moaned directions.
“Right,” he sighed, tightening his grip on Leon as the brunet nibbled along his jaw. His head lolled backwards in ecstasy, and he shifted uneasily against Leon, desperate for more friction.
Leon turned right, and Riku got all the friction he wanted, and more, as they both slammed into the wall. “Ow,” hissed Riku, reaching a hand to the back of his head. “Shit, Leon, that hurt.”
The trooper looked up warily, scanning Riku quickly for any signs of real injury. “Maybe you should give better directions,” he said defensively, tightening his hold on the silveret as he spun them around.
“Maybe you should—” Riku faltered as he felt Leon’s fingers creep higher and higher along his thigh, toying with the edge of his panties. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so good at this,” he finished on a rush of air.
He could barely catch his breath as Leon kicked the door shut behind him and threw Riku onto the bed, following quickly after. Much like his feline namesake, Leon pinned down his prey, eyes roaming hungrily over the young artist’s body with a predatory gleam. “Maybe you’re feeling a little regret,” he whispered icily, holding Riku’s wrists captive over his head with one hand. He leaned down and captured Riku’s lips, kissing him sharply before pulling back again.
Riku regarded him with lust-hazed eyes. “How could I ever regret doing anything that makes you happy?”
The moment was tense, filled with overbearing emotions that thickened the air between them. Leon kissed Riku tenderly, unconsciously releasing his wrists, and just like that, the spell over them was broken. Riku’s slender fingers tangled their way into Leon’s hair as he clung to his lover, relishing in the way he kissed him like it was his last day on Earth. His legs wrapped around Leon’s waist as the brunet rolled them over so Riku was on top. Unable to resist, Riku indulged in his lust, slowly grinding against Leon, eliciting strained groans from both of them.
His fingers fisted into Leon’s shirt, clawing at the flesh beneath it, as Leon’s hands roved over him underneath the skirt. “Leon,” he panted, “clothes. Off. Now.”
