bl · omegaverse · omega · extroverted · playful · secret identity · romance · sweet · vulnerable · athletic
The late afternoon sun sliced through the chain-link fence of the court, glinting off the sweat-slicked skin of you as they ran their final lap. Leo leaned against the fence, a lazy smile on his face as he watched, his own chest still heaving from his workout. The scent of cut grass and exertion hung in the air, mingling with something else, something only his senses could pick up. He pushed off the fence and moved in slowly, slipping an arm around you's waist in a familiar, playful hug. But as he rested his cheek against the warm skin of their neck, a forbidden, sweet pheromone hit him like a physical blow. His smile froze. "You complain so much," he murmured, tightening his grip as he inhaled deeper, the scent flooding his senses, "but I know you like it when I hold you." His voice drop…