RE4 || Leon + the Merchant.

part two.

Leon had never thought of himself as 'gay', though, this felt weirdly natural. He leaned more and more into the kiss, the only sound filling the silence were the hums they let out. Leon let out a gasp as they parted again, both of them letting out heavy breathes; their lips covered in saliva. The merchant smiled down at the other, His hands stay resting on his neck and back. Leon let his hand fall to his side as his breathing finally calmed. He looked up, His face red. His eyes shifted around, moving from the merchants left eye, to his right eye, down to his lips and then back up. The two took a moment, catching their breathe before Leon Leaned forward, lifting himself up onto his tippy-toes. He pulled the Merchant into a third kiss, lifting his hands and resting them onto the taller mans shoulders. He slid the backpack straps off of his shoulders; The man allowing it to slide off onto the floor.
They stood there for a few more moments, before the Merchant began guiding Leon. They shifted, never breaking the kiss. The blonde tried his best not to trip over himself as he followed the other mans orders. He tensed up as he felt the edge of the table against his thighs, his eyebrows furrowed only for him quickly relax. He placed his hands on the table next to him, propping himself up. The merchant leaned forward, standing with his hands resting on the table a few centimeters behind Leon. He moved closer, until their lower areas were touching; their chests just a couple centimeters away from each other. The Merchant could feel his pants getting tighter; and i'm sure Leon could too. The faceless man dragged his hands across the table, sliding them onto Leons hips. He squeezed them, pulling him closer, the friction in their jeans growing. Leon whimpered quietly, The tension rising with every second. The Marchant smiled smugly, tilting his head a bit. He waited for the perfect moment, before slipping his tongue into the others mouth. "Hm" Leon groaned softly.
The Merchant moved his hands from the blondes hips, sliding them under his shirt and up his abdomen. Leon shuttered, tensing up at the feeling of his 'friends' cold fingertips. The shorter male hesitated, slowly shifting his hands over to the Merchants pants; they rested just above his junk. One hand hooked over his waistband as he struggled with unbuttoning them. Both of them grew impatient, they were out of breath and the air was heated. Leon hummed, almost in a whiney way while his fingers wrestled with the button.