leon kennedy · resident evil · federal agent · sarcastic · stoic · muscular · ptsd · male/male romance · protective · action
The living room air hung thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Leon lay sprawled on the couch, muscles trembling, utterly wrecked by your vigorous railings. Behind him, you sat in his oversized shirt, buried in university homework. He watched you, a rare, lazy smirk playing on his lips. It was an unusual sight—the hardened agent bested by a nerd—but as he traced the lines of your focus, he knew he wouldn’t trade this quiet domesticity for anything.