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annundrielLeverage. Dean/Leon. NC-17. 1045 words. Prompt: glove. He wants those hands on him again, wants to feel those gloves against his cock this time, Leon’s fingers wrapped around him tight, leather against Dean’s skin.
Leon presses up close behind Dean, one of his hands slipping from Dean’s hip to cup his hardening cock. “Let me take care of this for you,” he says, teeth sharp against Dean’s earlobe.
Pushing into Leon’s hand, Dean nods. “Yes,” he breathes. “Fuck yes.”
“Good.” He gives Dean’s cock a squeeze before he moves his hand back up. Letting go of Dean’s hip, Leon tucks both arms around Dean’s waist and finds the button on Dean’s jeans. He fumbles at first, and Dean moves to help him only to get his name growled in his ear.
“I just want to—”
Leon nips at his neck. “No,” he says, hooking his chin over Dean’s shoulder, bringing them even closer together. “Hands to yourself.”
Dean doesn’t complain; he can feel Leon’s cock hard against his ass in this position, can feel Leon’s chest warm and firm against his back. Looking down, Dean rests his hands on Leon’s bare forearms and watches Leon’s fingers work. He’s still wearing his gloves, black leather that only comes up to his knuckles, leaving his fingers bare.
The sight makes Dean shudder. He’s watched those hands work, watched them hold their latest lead against a wall as Leon demands information. Watched those fingers take guns apart and put them back together, careful and confident and precise.
He wants those hands on him again, wants to feel those gloves against his cock this time, Leon’s fingers wrapped around him tight, leather against Dean’s skin.
With a flick of his wrist, Leon’s got the button undone; his fingers a teasing brush over Dean’s cock as he lowers the zipper and pushes the jeans out of the way. He rubs his knuckles up the line of Dean’s cock and Dean’s hips jerk forward.
“Don’t fucking tease, Leon,” Dean growls, fingers flexing on Leon’s arms.
Leon nudges at Dean’s feet with his own and Dean opens his legs wider. “Or what?” Leon asks, slipping his hand in Dean’s jeans, cupping Dean’s balls. Dean groans and leans heavily against him. “Seems like I’ve got the upper hand here.”
Dean opens his mouth to argue, to tell Leon’s it’s only because he’s let him, but Leon turns his face to Dean’s neck and runs his nose up the side of it. He nips at the corner of Dean’s jaw, presses his mouth to Dean’s ear. Gently squeezes Dean’s balls. “You’re not going to argue with me, Dean,” he says. “Are you?”
“I—”
Leon palms Dean’s cock with his other hand, rubbing the heel against the head, and Dean’s breath stutters, his mouth going dry.
Dean’s hands tighten on Leon’s arms. “Get the fuck on with it then.”
Leon snorts, but he sucks a kiss against Dean’s skin, his fingers slipping under the elastic of Dean’s shorts to wrap around Dean’s cock in a loose circle of hot skin and warm leather. Moving his hand from Dean’s balls, Leon works Dean’s underwear out of the way until Dean’s cock is free.
“I know you’ve been thinking about this,” Leon says, voice low and close to Dean’s ear. “I’ve seen the way you watch my hands. Seen the look on your face when I put my gloves on.” His fingers flex around Dean’s shaft, thumb sliding over the head. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
Dean shifts against him, hoping Leon will get the picture and move his hand. Instead, Leon’s free hand finds Dean’s hip, holding him still as Leon moves behind him, cock dragging against Dean’s ass through layers of clothing.
“No, Dean.” Leon thrusts against him, making Dean gasp. “We’re going to do this my way.”
Dean doesn’t get a chance to ask what way that is when Leon moves his hand, skin and leather slipping up Dean’s cock, back down. He starts slow; loose, careful strokes that make Dean’s thighs tremble, that make his breath catch in the back of his throat. Leon’s fingers play against his skin, the leather across the palm of his hand dragging in ways that make Dean squirm.
“Leon,” he gasps. “Leon, I want—I want—”
“What, Dean?” Leon asks, his breath hot on Dean’s skin. “You want more? Tighter? Faster? You want my hands on you until you come?” His hand speeds up. “Want to know the next time I wear these gloves I’ll smell you on them?”
Dean groans at the thought because yes, yes. Next time they go out, Leon will slide his gloves on, carry the memory of Dean, of this around with him.
“Think I’ll get hard?” Leon rubs the palm of his hand over the head of Dean’s cock. “Think I’ll get hard and touch myself? Jerk off silently wishing it was your hand on my dick? Your cock in my hand?”
Fuck. Dean whimpers, eyes sliding shut, head falling backward. He can feel Leon hard and hot against him and wishes they were naked. Except for the gloves, the gloves can stay.
Leon’s hand moves from Dean’s hip and wraps around the base of Dean’s cock as he works the head with the other and Dean’s knees feel weak, his chest feels tight.
“Watch, Dean,” Leon growls. “I want you to watch.”
Lifting his head, Dean opens his eyes and looks down, watches Leon’s hands on his cock. His long fingers, his wide palms. Feels skin and leather and heat, so much heat, and Dean’s coming, shouting Leon’s name, watching those gloves painted white with come.
Dean can’t look away.
Leon works him through it, body steady behind Dean’s. He jerks Dean until Dean is shivering, shuddering against him, until Dean wants to push him off.
“Leon.” His voice comes out in a rasp, so he swallows and tries again, hands slipping down Leon’s arms to cover Leon’s. “Leon, that’s good, that’s—”
Hand sliding from beneath Dean’s, Leon brings it up to his own mouth. He has to lean farther into Dean to do it, and Dean shifts, pulling away slightly to watch as Leon’s tongue flickers out against his glove, licking Dean’s come away.
Dean must make some noise because Leon smirks at him. “Get naked,” he commands, stepping back. “We’re just getting started.”
It’s one time Dean doesn’t mind doing exactly as he’s told.
Leon presses up close behind Dean, one of his hands slipping from Dean’s hip to cup his hardening cock. “Let me take care of this for you,” he says, teeth sharp against Dean’s earlobe.
Pushing into Leon’s hand, Dean nods. “Yes,” he breathes. “Fuck yes.”
“Good.” He gives Dean’s cock a squeeze before he moves his hand back up. Letting go of Dean’s hip, Leon tucks both arms around Dean’s waist and finds the button on Dean’s jeans. He fumbles at first, and Dean moves to help him only to get his name growled in his ear.
“I just want to—”
Leon nips at his neck. “No,” he says, hooking his chin over Dean’s shoulder, bringing them even closer together. “Hands to yourself.”
Dean doesn’t complain; he can feel Leon’s cock hard against his ass in this position, can feel Leon’s chest warm and firm against his back. Looking down, Dean rests his hands on Leon’s bare forearms and watches Leon’s fingers work. He’s still wearing his gloves, black leather that only comes up to his knuckles, leaving his fingers bare.
The sight makes Dean shudder. He’s watched those hands work, watched them hold their latest lead against a wall as Leon demands information. Watched those fingers take guns apart and put them back together, careful and confident and precise.
He wants those hands on him again, wants to feel those gloves against his cock this time, Leon’s fingers wrapped around him tight, leather against Dean’s skin.
With a flick of his wrist, Leon’s got the button undone; his fingers a teasing brush over Dean’s cock as he lowers the zipper and pushes the jeans out of the way. He rubs his knuckles up the line of Dean’s cock and Dean’s hips jerk forward.
“Don’t fucking tease, Leon,” Dean growls, fingers flexing on Leon’s arms.
Leon nudges at Dean’s feet with his own and Dean opens his legs wider. “Or what?” Leon asks, slipping his hand in Dean’s jeans, cupping Dean’s balls. Dean groans and leans heavily against him. “Seems like I’ve got the upper hand here.”
Dean opens his mouth to argue, to tell Leon’s it’s only because he’s let him, but Leon turns his face to Dean’s neck and runs his nose up the side of it. He nips at the corner of Dean’s jaw, presses his mouth to Dean’s ear. Gently squeezes Dean’s balls. “You’re not going to argue with me, Dean,” he says. “Are you?”
“I—”
Leon palms Dean’s cock with his other hand, rubbing the heel against the head, and Dean’s breath stutters, his mouth going dry.
Dean’s hands tighten on Leon’s arms. “Get the fuck on with it then.”
Leon snorts, but he sucks a kiss against Dean’s skin, his fingers slipping under the elastic of Dean’s shorts to wrap around Dean’s cock in a loose circle of hot skin and warm leather. Moving his hand from Dean’s balls, Leon works Dean’s underwear out of the way until Dean’s cock is free.
“I know you’ve been thinking about this,” Leon says, voice low and close to Dean’s ear. “I’ve seen the way you watch my hands. Seen the look on your face when I put my gloves on.” His fingers flex around Dean’s shaft, thumb sliding over the head. “You’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
Dean shifts against him, hoping Leon will get the picture and move his hand. Instead, Leon’s free hand finds Dean’s hip, holding him still as Leon moves behind him, cock dragging against Dean’s ass through layers of clothing.
“No, Dean.” Leon thrusts against him, making Dean gasp. “We’re going to do this my way.”
Dean doesn’t get a chance to ask what way that is when Leon moves his hand, skin and leather slipping up Dean’s cock, back down. He starts slow; loose, careful strokes that make Dean’s thighs tremble, that make his breath catch in the back of his throat. Leon’s fingers play against his skin, the leather across the palm of his hand dragging in ways that make Dean squirm.
“Leon,” he gasps. “Leon, I want—I want—”
“What, Dean?” Leon asks, his breath hot on Dean’s skin. “You want more? Tighter? Faster? You want my hands on you until you come?” His hand speeds up. “Want to know the next time I wear these gloves I’ll smell you on them?”
Dean groans at the thought because yes, yes. Next time they go out, Leon will slide his gloves on, carry the memory of Dean, of this around with him.
“Think I’ll get hard?” Leon rubs the palm of his hand over the head of Dean’s cock. “Think I’ll get hard and touch myself? Jerk off silently wishing it was your hand on my dick? Your cock in my hand?”
Fuck. Dean whimpers, eyes sliding shut, head falling backward. He can feel Leon hard and hot against him and wishes they were naked. Except for the gloves, the gloves can stay.
Leon’s hand moves from Dean’s hip and wraps around the base of Dean’s cock as he works the head with the other and Dean’s knees feel weak, his chest feels tight.
“Watch, Dean,” Leon growls. “I want you to watch.”
Lifting his head, Dean opens his eyes and looks down, watches Leon’s hands on his cock. His long fingers, his wide palms. Feels skin and leather and heat, so much heat, and Dean’s coming, shouting Leon’s name, watching those gloves painted white with come.
Dean can’t look away.
Leon works him through it, body steady behind Dean’s. He jerks Dean until Dean is shivering, shuddering against him, until Dean wants to push him off.
“Leon.” His voice comes out in a rasp, so he swallows and tries again, hands slipping down Leon’s arms to cover Leon’s. “Leon, that’s good, that’s—”
Hand sliding from beneath Dean’s, Leon brings it up to his own mouth. He has to lean farther into Dean to do it, and Dean shifts, pulling away slightly to watch as Leon’s tongue flickers out against his glove, licking Dean’s come away.
Dean must make some noise because Leon smirks at him. “Get naked,” he commands, stepping back. “We’re just getting started.”
It’s one time Dean doesn’t mind doing exactly as he’s told.
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:15 pm (UTC)“I’ve seen the way you watch my hands. Seen the look on your when I put my gloves on.”
Seen the look on your face?
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-06 05:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-02-06 10:12 pm (UTC)And, whoops, thanks for pointing that out! :)
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Date: 2011-02-06 10:17 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2011-02-08 04:39 am (UTC)