Only when Leo was trembling, begging wordlessly, did David position himself. Even then, he pressed forward with agonizing slowness, inch by inch, pausing whenever Leo's breath caught, kissing away the tension until Leo's body yielded completely. The fullness was intense, overwhelming, but devoid of pain. David held himself still, buried deep, his forehead pressed to Leo's, their breaths mingling. "*
Mon coeur, does this feel good?" David murmured against Leo's throat, his hips shifting with infinitesimal care. Leo could only gasp, nodding frantically, the sensation of being filled so completely, so tenderly, unlike anything he'd ever known. David began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that built gradually, each thrust measured, seeking the angle that drew a choked cry from Leo's lips. David's eyes never left Leo's face, watching for the slightest flicker of discomfort, his own pleasure seemingly secondary to Leo's responses. "Tell me," he breathed, his voice ragged with restraint. "Tell me what you need." Leo tangled his fingers in David's hair, pulling him down for a desperate kiss, the words lost in the heat of their mouths. He needed *this* – the profound intimacy, the shocking gentleness, the way David seemed attuned to every tremor of his body.
David's hands slid beneath Leo, lifting him slightly to deepen the angle, his groan vibrating against Leo's chest. "So beautiful," he whispered, his pace intensifying fractionally, still controlled, still focused entirely on Leo's building tension. Leo arched, a sharp cry escaping him as David's thrusts brushed that place inside him, sending electric shocks through his nerves. David felt it, saw it, and chased it relentlessly, his own movements becoming more urgent yet never losing that underlying gentleness. He kissed Leo's collarbone, his shoulder, whispering encouragement – "Yes, like that... let go for me..." – as Leo's body tightened, coiled like a spring.
Leo's climax crashed over him suddenly, violently, ripping a ragged sob from his throat. He shuddered, clinging to David, his vision blurring as pleasure radiated outwards in dizzying waves. David held him through it, his own rhythm stuttering, his restraint fraying. He buried his face in Leo's neck, his thrusts becoming deeper, faster, losing their measured precision as he chased his own release. A low, guttural groan tore from him as he found it, his body locking tight against Leo's, pulsing within him. He slumped forward, breathing harshly against Leo's skin, his weight a warm, comforting pressure.
They stayed tangled together on the cool marble countertop, breathing heavily in the sudden quiet of the kitchen. David's fingers traced gentle patterns on Leo's sweat-dampened back. "Alright?" he murmured again, the words thick with spent passion.
Leo nodded against David's shoulder, the aftershocks still humming through him. "More than." The intimacy felt startlingly real, a stark contrast to the transactional encounters Leo knew too well. David shifted, carefully pulling away, his touch lingering. He retrieved a clean kitchen towel, dampened it with warm water, and gently cleaned Leo's stomach and thighs, the gesture unexpectedly tender. Leo watched him, a complex warmth spreading through his chest – desire mixed with a burgeoning trust.
David tossed the towel aside and helped Leo down from the counter. "Go," he said softly, his thumb brushing Leo's cheekbone where flour had been earlier. "Wash up. There's a private bathroom through that door." He gestured towards a discreet entrance Leo hadn't noticed. "Then... dress. Something nice." A slow, anticipatory smile touched David's lips. "I'll close Azure early tonight. Meet me at my apartment." He pulled a small, elegant card from his pocket, scribbling an address. "Top floor."
Leo showered quickly in the sleek, minimalist bathroom, the hot water soothing his pleasantly aching muscles. He dressed in the new clothes he'd bought with Thorne's money – dark, tailored trousers and a soft cashmere sweater that felt luxurious against his skin. When he emerged, the kitchen was spotless, gleaming under the subdued evening lights. David stood by the door, shrugging into a perfectly cut charcoal overcoat. He looked Leo up and down, appreciation warming his eyes. "Perfect," he murmured, offering his arm with old-world charm. "Shall we?"
Outside Azure, David hailed a sleek black town car. The drive through the glittering city was quiet, charged with unspoken anticipation. David's hand rested lightly on Leo's knee, a warm, grounding presence. They arrived at a discreet, modern building downtown. The elevator whisked them silently to the penthouse level.
SUMMARY^1: David helped Leo down from the counter and directed him to a private bathroom to wash up, instructing him to dress nicely. David announced he would close Azure early and invited Leo to meet him at his top-floor apartment, handing him the address. Leo showered and dressed in his new clothes. David admired him, offered his arm, and escorted him outside. They took a town car to David's downtown building and rode the elevator to his penthouse.
David's apartment was a study in curated elegance – polished concrete floors, soaring windows framing the skyline, furniture low and sculptural. Soft, recessed lighting replaced the kitchen's harsh fluorescents. "Make yourself comfortable," David murmured, shrugging off his coat. He moved to a discreet bar, pouring two glasses of amber liquid. "Whiskey?"
Leo accepted the heavy crystal glass, the smoky aroma filling his senses. He perched on the edge of a deep velvet sofa, acutely aware of David's gaze tracing his silhouette against the city lights. The silence stretched, thick with the unspoken promise hanging between them since the kitchen counter.
David settled beside him, closer than necessary. His fingers brushed Leo's knee, a deliberate spark. "That dress shirt suits you," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "Far better than kitchen whites." He took a slow sip of whiskey, his eyes never leaving Leo's. "Closing Azure felt... necessary tonight. Laurent entrusted me with its rhythm, but some interruptions demand priority." He leaned in slightly, the warmth radiating from him. "You've been occupying my thoughts since Laurent first mentioned you."
Leo felt the pull, undeniable and potent. He met David's gaze, the city lights reflecting in his dark eyes. "Occupying?" he echoed softly, setting his untouched glass aside.
"Consuming," David corrected, his voice a velvet rasp. His hand slid from Leo's knee to cradle his jaw, thumb brushing the sensitive skin beneath his ear. The kiss wasn't tentative like the first in the kitchen; it was deep, claiming, fueled by the whiskey's heat and the penthouse's seclusion. David tasted of oak and spice, his tongue exploring Leo's mouth with possessive thoroughness. Leo surrendered, arching into him, fingers tangling in the soft fabric of David's sweater. They shed clothes with frantic urgency – buttons popping, belts clattering to the polished floor. David's hands mapped Leo's bare skin, tracing the lines of his ribs, the curve of his spine, igniting trails of fire. Leo gasped against David's lips as his trousers pooled around his ankles, leaving him gloriously exposed.
David broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. His gaze, dark and intense, swept over Leo's trembling form. "Exquisite," he breathed, the word thick with desire. Before Leo could react, David hooked strong arms under his knees and behind his back, lifting him effortlessly. Leo clung to David's shoulders, the sudden shift leaving him breathless as David carried him towards the vast, low platform bed dominating the far end of the room. The cool silk sheets met Leo's back as David laid him down, kneeling between his spread thighs.
David's hands slid down Leo's flanks, fingers tracing the sensitive inner skin before gripping his hips firmly. He leaned forward, his breath hot against Leo's cleft. "Perfect," David murmured, the word vibrating against Leo's skin. Then, with deliberate slowness, his tongue traced a wet, searing path over Leo's entrance. Leo gasped, arching off the sheets, the sensation utterly unexpected, intimate, and overwhelming. David groaned, low and deep, pressing closer, his tongue delving insistently, tasting, exploring with unhurried reverence. "God, Leo," he rasped, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening. "You taste divine... like salt and sunlight." He dove back in, his tongue circling, probing deeper, relentless and skilled. Pleasure, sharp and electric, radiated through Leo's core, coiling tight in his belly. He writhed, fingers twisting in the sheets, choked whimpers escaping his throat as David worshipped him with his mouth, filling him with waves of pure, liquid heat. "So responsive," David praised huskily, his breath hot against Leo's sensitized skin. "So deliciously open for me."
David didn't stop. He alternated broad, wet strokes with focused, penetrating flicks of his tongue, each movement designed to unravel Leo further. He gripped Leo's hips tighter, anchoring him as Leo bucked against the onslaught of sensation. The wet sounds, David's low groans of appreciation, the sheer intimacy of the act – it shattered Leo's composure. He felt exposed, claimed, yet utterly cherished. David's tongue pressed deeper, a relentless invasion that felt impossibly good, pushing Leo towards a precipice he hadn't known existed. "Yes... just like that," David encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. "Let me taste all of you." The intensity built, a coil winding impossibly tight within Leo's groin, spreading heat through his trembling thighs. He was drowning in sensation, lost in the wet heat and David's possessive murmurs.
Suddenly, David pulled back. Leo whimpered at the loss, his body feeling abruptly cold and empty. David's eyes, dark with lust and something softer, met Leo's dazed gaze. He didn't speak. Instead, he reached for the bottle of olive oil Leo hadn't noticed beside the bed. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it between his palms. His gaze never left Leo's as he slowly, deliberately, traced a slick finger over the entrance David's tongue had just worshipped. Leo gasped, arching instinctively. "Easy," David murmured, his voice a low rumble. "Just breathe." He pressed the tip of one finger against the relaxed, sensitized muscle. There was no resistance, only a yielding warmth. David slid his finger inside, deeper than his tongue had reached, filling the space he'd created. Leo moaned, long and low, the sensation a perfect continuation of the pleasure – stretching, filling, claiming. David watched Leo's face intently, reading every flicker of sensation. "Beautiful," he breathed, beginning a slow, rhythmic thrust. "So warm... so perfect for me." He added a second finger, stretching gently, scissoring with exquisite care. Leo surrendered completely, his body opening, welcoming the delicious invasion, every nerve ending alight under David's masterful touch.
David leaned down, capturing Leo's mouth in a deep, possessive kiss as his fingers worked steadily. The kiss was messy, urgent, tasting faintly of Leo himself and the expensive whiskey. David's free hand roamed Leo's chest, pinching a nipple, tracing the lines of his ribs, anchoring him. When he broke the kiss, his lips trailed down Leo's jaw, his neck, his collarbone. "You taste..." David murmured against Leo's heated skin, his breath hot, "...like sunlight and salt. Delicious." He punctuated the word with a curl of his fingers that brushed against Leo's prostate. Leo cried out, his hips jerking off the bed. David chuckled softly, darkly pleased. "Yes, just like that. Let me hear you." He pressed again, relentlessly seeking that spot, his fingers moving with increasing purpose, stretching Leo wider, preparing him. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming, a deep, throbbing ache of need building relentlessly inside Leo. He felt impossibly full, yet desperate for more. David's murmured praises – "Perfect," "So responsive," "Mine" – wove through the haze of sensation, binding Leo tighter to him.
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