forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Leon tilted his head towards the other side, giving Thatcher more access to his neck. He was still blushing a lot and blushed even more if that was possible.

One of Thatcher’s arms wrapped around Leon, pulling the other closer to him. He kissed down Leon’s neck, eventually finding what he knew to be a sensitive spot.

Leon out a small moan, blushing even more at the noise he made. He didn't know why Thatcher had so much power over him, or why he liked it so much.

Thatcher’s lips curled into a smile at the sound Leon had made. He kissed at the spot for a moment longer before breaking away. He pulled Leon closer to him and onto his lap so Leon was facing him. He tilted his head to bring his lips to Leon, kissing him in a desiring way.

Leon kissed back, wrapping his arms around Thatcher's neck and pulling him closer. He wanted to get as close as he could to Thatcher as he possibly could.

Thatcher’s hands were on Leon’s hips and lower back as he kissed him deeply. He tilted his head slightly, occasionally lightly sucking on Leon’s lower lip. After a moment, he broke away from the kiss to trail his lips along Leon’s jawline.

(srry about that)

Leon let out a small moan again, his arms still wrapped around Thatcher's neck. He had his fingers laced together behind Thatcher's neck.

Thatcher’s lips went farther down, placing kisses along the side of Leon’s neck. His hands were on Leon’s hips, his fingertips shifting to slip up under his shirt to rub at the skin just above the waistband of his pants.

Leon tilted his head to the other side to give Thatcher more access, blushing slightly. He shifted his hands so they were resting on Thatcher's neck.

Thatcher’s fingers hooked onto the hem of Leon’s shirt, tugging on it softly. He broke away for a moment, giving Leon a questioning look as if he was asking for permission to take his shirt off.

Leon was usually very self-conscious but he couldn't care less right now. He nodded slightly and blushed while looking away.

Once given permission, Thatcher pulled Leon’s shirt up and over his head dropping it onto the couch next to them. He leaned back a tad to look Leon up and down for a moment. “You look amazing, Leon,” He mumbled, a hand moving to run up and down Leon’s bare chest.

"Thanks?" He said, blushing. His skin was scattered with scars, bruises, etc. and he had freckles on his shoulder. He cupped Thatcher's cheek and kissed him in a desiring way, tugging lightly at the hem of his shirt as if he was asking the permission to take it off.

Thatcher returned the kiss, fingers going back to rubbing circles on Leon’s hips. He gave a hum of approval when he thought that Leon wanted to take his button up off.

Leon started unbuttoning Thatcher's button up with one hand, resting his other hand on Thatcher's neck. When he finished unbuttoning he slid the button up off of Thatcher and ran a hand through his hair, pulling him closer.

Thatcher made sure their chest’s were flush against each other. He tilted his head down, kissing along Leon’s shoulder before going to the side of his neck. He kissed there, stopping for a moment to go to the crook of Leon’s neck, sucking a light and small hickey into the skin.

Leon let out small moan, his head automatically tilting to the other side. He shifted his hands so they were resting on Thatcher's shoulders.

(Alright, and back to here)

Thatcher had gotten up early, doing his best to not wake Leon when he got out of bed. He didn’t need to sleep, so he had spent most of the night just laying with Leon as he slept. He pulled his pants on, wandering into the living room where his shirt and coat was on the floor.