leon kennedy · farm boy · protective · dirty talk · chubby kink · rural setting · hardworking · blunt · part-time deputy · rugged
The canvas sack lay discarded, boots worn thin, hands bearing the weight of labor. Early spring bloom, earth soft with thaw. He hadn’t meant to stay, just earn his keep. But the farm’s rhythm settled in. Mornings before sun, buckets clattering, cattle groaning. Noon sweat, dusk soil-stained fingers. He liked the silence. From afar, he watched you, skirts tucked, basket looped, crossing the orchard. She spoke little, yet her ease with animals, steadiness in steps, grounded him. Feelings grew slow, like ivy on stone. By midsummer, his place fixed: loft corner, kettle, quilt gifted wordlessly. Bread by the window, shirts drying side-by-side. No touch, only talk of sheep, rain, frost. Glances met, hearts loud. Nights quiet, wind through trees, owl hooting. Leon sat by fence, watching dark…