Bésame Mucho (Comte x Leonardo | Ikemen Vampire BL)

Some Like it That Way

With a plate of macarons in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other, Comte de Saint-Germain carefully backed against the door of Leonardo's room.

Upon entering, he was greeted by the sight of haphazardly arranged trinkets and an avalanche of books spilling all over the floor. On the wall was the expensive world map that Comte had painstakingly procured.

The owner of the room himself was at the coffee table, seated on a pile of floor cushions sewn by Sebastian. Leonardo first learned about the pillows from Dazai and then asked the butler to make some for him too.

Without announcing himself, Comte went over to Leonardo. He placed the plate on the (frankly, useless) sofa and set the coffee pot on the table, after carefully making sure that he wouldn't be accidentally pressing down on one of Leonardo's papers.

"Hard at work, I see," Comte commented at the sight of Leonardo pouring over his sketches.

"Hmmm," was the reply.

"Well, now's the perfect time to catch a break." The count proposed. "Oh, silly me! I forgot to bring our cups. Let me see if Sebastian is around so he can retrieve some for us."

But Leonardo held Comte back by the tails of his greatcoat.

"Yes?" the count looked back at his compagno. Truthfully, Leonardo asking him to stay was rare, and thus adorable. Comte would never say it out loud to the other man, though.

That was until he felt like teasing Leonardo.

But the Renaissance Man wasn't looking back at him. He seemed to be deep in thought, golden eyes downcast and eyebrows knitted together. What now? Comte smiled knowingly. His partner was indeed, just as enigmatic as the records made him out to be.

Finally, after a moment of brief silence, Leonardo met Comte's eyes and pulled on the coat once more. "Come here. I'd like to try something."

The blond man dutifully made his way back to Leonardo's side, waiting for his next move. "But of course. How can I be of service to you?"

Never breaking his gaze from Leonardo, Comte noticed a licentious glint within his eyes. He knew what effect those words would have on Leonardo. He'd always known how to work Leonardo up until the other man could no longer take it and take him down.

But Leonardo retained his composure. He stopped gripping his old friend's coat and started addressing him.

"I've been thinking of trying out something, you know." He murmured. "Just something I overheard from Yukari and Sebastian the other day."

"Go on."

Comte waited for the larger man to finish his words. But instead, Leonardo just stared at Comte with a hard gaze, clearly struggling to hold back the blush that was blossoming under his cheeks.

"Can you step on me?"

Comte couldn't believe what he just heard. Of all the things he'd experienced in his long life and all that he'd done with Leonardo—

Well, this was new.

"I heard Sebastian commenting something about you having an intimidating aura." Leonardo continued to mumble. "Said something the lines of 'The count is somebody you don't mind being stepped on by—'"

"What, like on your foot?" Comte interrupted. As much as Sebastian's interest in him amused the count, he was much more invested in seeing where this situation was heading. "I do that all the time when I teach you how to dance."

"No," Leonardo responded. "I mean, on me. On my body, I mean."

With Leonardo's choice words, the tables turned. Now it was Comte who was swallowing hard.

To further demonstrate his point, Leonardo reclined on the floor, toying with the placket of his shirt and looking up at Comte expectantly. "I'd like you to do it here." His hand moved to the center of his torso, which was now uncovered. "Right here, if you please."

Leonardo hardly ever let his shirt unbuttoned that low.

Comte hadn't raised his foot just yet, instead choosing to play along for a bit. "Should I step on you with my shoe on?"

He could easily imagine Leonardo's breath hitching in his throat.

"Well," came the reply, soft and almost hushed if it wasn't for Comte's vampiric abilities. "For now, let's keep it off."

With no further questions, Comte bent down to undo his footwear. He made the action slow and deliberate, relishing in Leonardo's muted groans.

After what seemed like an eternity (to the inventor, at least), Comte loomed over the supine man, his left foot suspended above right where Leonardo had specified.

"You sure about this?" He teased, taking delight in prolonging the deed.

"I am sure. Just do it now."

"That's not how you ask, Leonardo." Comte tutted calmly. "What do you say when you want me to do something?"

The man below him groaned.

"Please," he sighed. "Please, step on me."

Comte's smile only grew wider in satisfaction. With almost reluctant slowness, he placed his foot down until every inch of his sole came in contact with Leonardo's skin.

Underneath him, Leonardo shuddered, simultaneously sending shivers down Comte's spine. Both men were aware of how cold Leonardo's chest was in stark comparison to Comte's heated pads.

Testing the waters a bit more, Comte wriggled his toes, eliciting a gasp from Leonardo. "Should I apply some pressure?"

The man underneath sent him a defiant stare. "Do it however you like," He drawled. "You know I won't break."

Rolling his eyes, Comte dug his heel and stole the breath out of Leonardo. "Come now," he muttered. "Save that overused dirty talk for later."

Leonardo answered by laying a hand on his bridge and lightly massaging it. His other hand, meanwhile, circled his ankle.

There was reverence in his ministrations and the way his golden orbs regarded him, Comte thought. There was little he could do to return the gesture aside from giving him a fond, approving look.

"How strange," Comte broke the silence. "It was you who asked me to fulfill this strange request. But it feels like I'm the one being rewarded here."

"I have more to show you," Leonardo purred. "If you allow me."

After a gentle nudging, Comte finally freed his foot from the reluctant Leonardo's hold. Without much effort, he helped pull the larger man back on his feet. Immediately, his hands settled firmly on Leonardo's sides.

"I suppose I could spare some time." He whispered. "I haven't paid you any attention in a very long while."

"Heh. What are you talking about?" Leonardo chuckled, engulfing his longtime companion in a familiar embrace. "It was me who had been neglecting you with this work. Think of it as my apology."

And an invitation to do something more, Comte extracted the unspoken words.

Without resistance, he gently fell back against messy sheets.

"Wait, even if you intended to take a break, what about the coffee?" the smaller man hissed, albeit with minimal force. "It'll get cold."

"Oh, mio patriarca." Leonardo hushed. "Why worry about the coffee? You'll still drink it anyway after we're done."

"You'll be needing the energy. Trust me."

True to his words, their entire ordeal spent Comte's energy and time, continuing well into the quiet evening.