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With a heavy step, Leon almost stumbles in the apartment, the sound of the streets dissipates in the looming silence of the hallway, disturbed by him now. His hand presses on the doorknob, checking if he didn't forget to lock the door; good news, it is locked. An automatic action at this point. It is dark, eyes are not used to the lack of light before he turns on the switch, just to feel thousands of needles stab in his eyes, that was a mistake. It ends quickly, turning it off and rubbing away the discomfort; Leon is late and reports suck life out of him worse than a cheap whore would.
A drink would be nice. A bitter, woody taste of whiskey would satisfy any urge, but it is late. And he is not sure if there are any bottles of it in place, the fridge probably has beer, he can tolerate it — just for tonight, every day wouldn't be just bland.
The smooth neck of the bottle is in his fist, a promising chill comes from it, in the silence of the apartment, Leon sits down on the couch, he can almost hear the voice coming from the beer; you deserve this, taste me. He shakes it off — beers don't talk, that's exhaustion talking. Requiem tonight is not only his loyal friend, but it is also sturdy enough to open the bottle when he is too lazy to look for the opener in the dark. He places the edges of Requiem under the cap's rims, prying it off until there is a satisfying pop that follows the cap coming off.
The gun would feel heavy in any other hand that is not his, 2 kg is nothing with a huge experience with the weapons, in his field it is mandatory, unless one wants to die; he changed many, and every one of them was a reliable friend for the missions. Still not like his beloved Matilda, even though time has passed he doesn't use it anymore, Requiem could come close as a second place.
He takes a sip, not enough to have an effect, beer barely does anything — but it satisfies the itching need for alcohol, the smell of it and refreshing liquid moving to his stomach. Another sip. Leon groans and sinks deeper into the couch.
"Leon?" You peek out of the door, rubbing away grogginess from your eyes. Shit. Leon didn't notice how loud he was, you are usually not sleeping at this time. Of course he must have put two and two together, you didn't meet him in the hallway as you usually do.
"Yes, pumpkin?" Leon answers, his head tilts to the side, stubbled cheek rests on the head of his shoulder. You walk in, your head turns right and left, inspecting the familiar room, well, not so successfully, as the sleepiness of sudden awakening heaves on you.
Your mother is barely at home, in any other cases he'd feel terrible, tremendously lonely but you are a delight to have around. Really. Meeting him in the hallway with the brightest gleam in your eyes, like he is some sort of an every day gift, sometimes even with a full cooked meal.
Leon puts the bottle on the floor, before looking back at you. Freeing space, forgetting about the gun next to his thigh."Did I wake you up?" he asks you, letting you plop down next to him, your back pressed against his arm.
"What were you doing?"
"Nothing, really," Leon answers, not thinking too much.
You aren't buying his lie. Reaching to turn on the lamp on the table, the one you always told him to replace the way it is useless due to how it barely illuminates the room, a gleam of the bottle catches your eye.
"You were drinking," you state, your finger traces the neck of the bottle; it is still cold, refreshing. "Huh? A beer?" Leon barely drinks beer, so your voice painted with confusion didn't surprise him.
"It barely does anything," Leon says, his hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together. "But it satisfies cravings before bed." It slides down to grip your lower jaw, tilting your head to meet his eyes.
"Cravings?" you echo. "That makes you sound like an alcoholic."
His thumb caresses your lower lip, tugging down just slightly to expose your lower teeth. An affectionate gesture, Leon can't keep his hands off you every time you loom in front of him.
"Your old man craves rest, alcohol helps with that, as simple as it is." Leon says, hypnotized by the sensation of your softness. His finger taps on your mouth, making you gasp softly and it is an easy go to slip it.
Your lips envelop the thumb, its wet silkiness engulfs his skin, just giving a simple idea how it would be if it was his dick instead. Leon presses on your tongue briefly to mess with you, letting your tongue glide across his finger, coating it with saliva, all while staring back at him with the brightest gleam in your wide eyes, but confused, still good for him, for your step dad. Your thighs rub against each other, hard to hide from him; as if your mouth is connected to your pussy, it gushes sooner than he would ever expect.
"Are you good, sweetheart?" He asks, a nod follows from you, your eyelashes flutter like butterfly's wings. "We are going to find out then, aren't we?"
Something heavy, colder (can't be his hand) presses on your chest, making you gasp around his thumb, trying to look for it, but Leon keeps a good grip on your jaw, putting down your curiosity.
"Look at me," he says, while pressing even more the barrel of the Requiem against your clothed chest. "Can you guess what it is?"
You are not sure.
He traces in clockwise the outline of your breast, watching your chest hitch briefly, shakily inhaling around his thumb. On the wet skin, your inhale brings a contrasting sensation, colder before the warmth of your mouth engulfs it back. You can't really answer, as much as you want, the finger presses on your tongue, any possible words turn into a muffled sound, while the muzzle presses into plush covered flesh, before it glides higher just to stop on the side of your neck. There is no barrier that could minimize the sensation, the cold metal kisses your skin, blood pumps in the veins as your suspicion confirms. You mewl, clenching your thighs harder together, it all goes straight to his dick, an ache that fills his own mind with images of you on your knees, him tapping his dick on your lip before thrusting in your mouth. Leon tugs on his pants, trying to ease the pressure as his eyes can read all questions that start swarming in your head; is it loaded? Will he hurt you? Did you anger him?
"You look like you want to suck on it, baby," Leon teases, but you don't try to deny it. Like a dad, your step dad, always wanting something in your mouth. If you were related, you'd take that from him.
He moves the gun, the barrel presses against your cheek. His thumb is pulled out of your mouth with a loud, wet pop, admiring your dumb look with parted mouth and the string of saliva that connects his finger — dumb, but hot enough to make his dick throb heavier in his pants.
You shift, Leon lets you sit between his spread legs, with the evident swell in front of your eyes, before drifting your attention to the heaviness of muzzle against your lips. You hesitantly press your tongue against it, tracing the void of the circled shape, before tilting your head to the side, letting your tongue slide across the long barrel of Requiem.
"Open up, come on," Leon shakes it impatiently, gripping your head to bring your mouth back to the muzzle. "be a good girl for your dad."
You can't refuse him, even a frown doesn't remove that cat traits his face has, the ones you love so much; routinely promising to yourself you won't seek time with him, he is a busy man, he needs to have his own free time until his face appears in front of you, it whips any possible thought in your head, dumbing you and replacing with the need of him instead. Tonight it is his dick and attention, your mouth opens up, trying to make it wider as possible.
"I wanna see this tongue, baby, don't be shy," Leon tsks, your tongue lolls out, "Good girl, do it for me."
Finally the heaviness of the barrel connects with it, moving his hand enough to let it slide back and forth on the slick surface. More saliva pools in your mouth, trying to swallow it but useless as it starts slowly dripping, making the gun slicker, while drooling on the floor worse than a puppy waiting for a treat. Frisson runs across all his body just from the sight in front of him, your ears catches a shuffling noise of taking off the belt and with a clear, impatient motion he frees his dick. Hard flesh bobs up to his hip, your eyes follow a light curve with a prominent vein along the length, the one that begs you to lean to his dick, to trace it before sinking your mouth onto length. It twitches in air with a red tip, silently begging for attention before his palm curls around it.
Your mouth tries to close around the muzzle, making your eyes tear from the painful stretch, of course you can't take it. It is huge. His dick throbs in his fist at your struggle, tightens the tunnel around his cockhead, squeezing it.
"Too big, sweetheart," Leon groans, keeping pumping his dick in a quick pace. You pull back with a wince, the best option is to give up and let it glide across the silky, wet surface. "don't bite off more than you can chew."
You don't have anyone to impress here, your tongue lolls out and the taste of metal returns, letting your tongue to swirl around it, while your eyes follow his hand; up and down in a quick successions, beads of pre-cum form on the slit, — enough to remind you how frustratingly empty your cunt is right now, you want to climb on top of him and grind on his dick, to make him feel how much you are wet and how much you want him.
Leon wouldn't mind you playing with yourself right? You hope he wouldn't, right now it feels like you are going to die if nothing will touch your aching cunt. Your hand slips down, underneath the fabric to spread your dripping lips, two fingers dip in the folds and your hips jerk. Fuck, a little of pressure on your clit is enough for a shaky exhale to slip.
The taste of metal on your tongue, his dick twitching and leaking after every stroke in front of you, and your fingers pet the swollen clit, he can't see your pussy, how your folds are glistening and slick right now, but Leon can hear it, oh, so well — it sounds so wet. Shlick, shlick! The noise is audible in the room, not as much as your drooling mouth from which desperate whimpers slip, still is enough to make his cock twitch.
"Are you going to cum just by sucking this gun?" Leon asks, before shaking his head with disbelief. You nod with teary eyes, as your fingers work, hips buck messily against them. "Fuck, atta girl," he exhales. "Make it soaked, we'll see if I fuck your cunt with it next time."
His fist cups his dick tighter, pumping as more pre-cum starts to spill from the slit. His cock twitches in his hand, quickening the pace after every stroke, hips buck up to meet his fist.
"Wanna know if it is loaded?" he asks, breathlessly as he sinks deeper into the couch, trying to catch answer from your body — of course you do, even if another muffled whimper, slipped from your mouth, sounded like a no, the muzzle tries to force itself more into your mouth.
Your pussy clamps down tight around nothing, feeling dizzy as your body overwhelms you heavily, like a fucking mess cumming from the taste of his gun, the threat of him pulling the trigger and the sight his pumping fist that cups his dick tighter. His finger caresses the trigger, a threat that your eyes stare at, gleaming with fear while your hips buck against your fingers, shamelessly playing with your clit. Click! You wince, like a flash of pain just passed and your brains are blown all over the wall, just to realize nothing happened — for a second letting out a shaky exhale, not remembering when your eyes shut down. Oh right. You are out of it with trembling legs, so thankful you are not on your feet, and shaky, muffled whimpers against the muzzle.
Adrenaline probably, your body shakes like a newborn leaf during spring storms. Another click! Of course it is not fucking loaded and you just came because of this. His dick throbs, his ball tightens and Leon grunts. Fuck, too soon and he didn't even fuck you. Leon pulls away the gun, breaking the string of saliva that connects your mouth with the muzzle. The last memory of it, glistening in the badly illuminated room.
"Keep it open, dad is going to give you a real thing." Leon grunts impatiently, pressing the gun under jaw — easier to keep the angle.
The soft and plush skin of your lower lip connects with his tip, pressing it against your lips as if asking for a kiss. You don't hesitate, kissing the hot hardened flesh, smearing your lips with pre-cum like a new lipstick gifted by your step dad. Your tongue peeks out to taste the bitterness of him, before continuing peppering his dick with affection until he takes control in his hand, now slowly tracing the form of your lip with his tip, teasing himself for what is going to come.
His hips thrust, dick slides in easily until the tip doesn't knock against the back of your throat. The warm and wet heat of your mouth envelops it, your tongue flicks along the shaft enough to make him groan. His dick is not as heavy as a gun, tasting sweat and bitterness of pre-cum even more than it was on your lips. He rocks into your mouth, his cock is slick with all your excess saliva, sloppily moving out and back into your drooling mouth. With long strokes of his hips his dick knocks the back of your throat, enjoying the wetness of your tongue brushing along his sliding length. The constant stimulation of your tongue makes it too hard to stay still, it flicks on his tip at every back and forth movement of his cock, which is enough to remind himself how close he is. And you can feel it acutely, your tongue traces the shape of him, the prominent vein of his cock doesn't hide that fact, you can feel it pulse as a clear signal he is about to come in your mouth.
His balls tighten painfully, Leon wants to prolong this, to savor your lips stretching around his cock, maybe even pull back to fuck your cunt, surely slick folds would feel even better, tighter while he'd press the gun against your head. Or even better, to fuck you with it, rubbing it across your dripping folds to coat it well before pushing it inside you. The muzzle presses harder against your skin in a shaky grip. Click! Your throat clenches around his dick as it slid deeper briefly, like you forgot it is not loaded. This only fuels his quick approaching orgasm.
And that's hot; your eyes tearing up at slightly deeper angles than before, a brief second of your throat tightening around his cock was enough for Leon. The gun falls down on the floor, a loud ignored thud from both of you. He tenses up as his hips roll forward into your mouth, a last attempt to bury your face against his pubes, not that successful. His eyes rolling back before his dick starts spilling the load of sperm in your mouth, keeping himself still and focusing on the overwhelming warmth of your mouth around him. With a heavy gaze he is watching your messy face, glistening eyes directed at him, your lips stretched around his cock, drooling down onto the floor and sloppily taking him so well. Your throat bobs as you keep swallowing.
With a loud wet pop, his slowly softened dick slips out of your mouth. Your head falls lazily to rest on the inner side of his thigh, half-lidded gaze is still directed to him; your lips are puffier than before, glistening with the saliva. When Leon notices your breath starting to slow down, like you are about to fall asleep, he clears his throat, adjusting himself.
"Come here." His hand waves towards him.
"Mm?" You even sound like you are not here, already a step away from falling asleep.
"Come on, I'm going to tuck you to bed," Leon says, tugging you up on his lap, ignoring your light frown and mumbling full of annoyance, like he ruined your sleep. He kinda did, but before he fucked your face.
"I was fine there, Leon." You yawn, your arm rests on his back, head falls into the crook of his neck. Leon shakes his head, his hand rubs your back.
"Whatever makes you happy."