Alternatively - A Pob/Leon Fanfiction

Epilogue - Leon

Six Months Later...

There was such a beautiful way in how Topfah worked. I'd realized it as he took me in front of his camera that first time, and even now, whenever he photographed me—whether for a job or for fun—I feel this kind of sexiness I never imagined.

Maybe it was because I knew he was watching me, that his eyes were traveling over my body in a way only my love could appreciate.

But whatever it was, I didn't mind.

Topfay glanced over at me, and I shifted my body, lounging in that way that aways made him blush—spread my thighs so he could see every part of me—every part of this body that belonged to him.

"What are you thinking when you stare at me like that?" I asked a few months back.

"Sometimes—most times—I'm remembering you naked." Topfah had replied. "Remembering every perfect curve of your body, the way your lips taste, or how they feel against me. Other times I'm thinking of—"

He'd allowed his eyes to dip down to my thighs then slowly move to my crotch then back to my eyes.

I'd smirked at him before leaning in and whispered. "You're not just restricted to looking, P'Fah. You're more than willing to touch."

I sighed and smiled at the memory.

My eyes were back on my man again—it was as if I couldn't look away.

"You should see the look on your face right now." Fiat whispered close to my ear. "I can tell precisely what you're thinking."

I hung my head, glanced at Fiat but returned my eyes to where Topfah was, helping to adjust the model's outfit.

"You're proud of him." Fiat sighed as he fell into the highchair beside me on set.

"Very." I admitted. "And you're so in love with him. Did you guys work out the whole Pob situation?"

"A long time ago." I replied, tilting my head to check out his ass.

My cheeks flushed.

"But I love him for him." I sighed.

"Right now, all you want to do is tear his clothes off." Fiat spoke after a brief moment of silence. "You want to see how deep you can go before he cries out for you."

"Do you have that with Leo?"

Fiat nodded. "He looks at me the same way you look at P'Fah. And sometimes I feel so bad—because if I'd paid attention sooner, I would have seen it."

"But none of us are used to that look." I pointed out. "Don't take on that guilt. We're young—new to all this. And these feelings are powerful."

"Almost overwhelming." Fiat agreed.

I nodded.

"Leon, listen." Fiat turned to face me. "Don't ever stop looking at P'Fah like that. He enjoys it—all those moments when you touch his neck, or just walk over to him and slide your arm around his hips, when you claim him in front of others—speaking from experience, he likes that. I know I feel special each time P'Leo do those things for me and to me."

I blinked at him. "You think so?"

"He loves you." Fiat pointed out. "Positive attention from you turns him on."

I blushed.

But I understood what Fiat meant.

Positive attention from Topfah turned me on too—any attention from Topfah turned me on.