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Leon is - distantly - grateful for the fact that their hotel room is far enough from the rest of the team that he doesn't have to worry about any knowing looks tomorrow morning, because he's definitely not being as quiet as he should be. It's not his fault though, Chris is un-fucking-fairly good with his mouth, and he's been eating him out since they stumbled out of the shower together and onto one of the beds.
His cunt aches, too empty to be satisfied, as Chris sucks on his dick and then pulls off with an obscene little pop. "Fuck, you taste good." He looks sinful, mouth wet and pink, so Leon yanks him down into a kiss to taste himself on his lips. Chris grinds against him, and Leon whimpers at the slick feeling of their cocks rubbing together. He's too sensitive, but it feels too good to stop, and his hips jerk.
"I know, I've got you." Chris' big hand wraps around his ass, shifting the angle a little. They're both fucking soaked, and Leon huffs a laugh.
"Getting off on eating me out?" he mumbles, but he can't manage any heat in it. It's really fucking hot actually, and so is the way Chris nuzzles into his neck, biting down on his collarbone, teeth digging into skin. Leon arches under him, breath hitching as he comes, the edge of pain tipping him over.
Chris growls when he does, grinding harder against him, hard cock rutting between his folds, pressing against his entrance to feel him pulsing. "Hard not to when you feel so fucking good, baby," he murmurs, "Just like that."
He doesn't stop after that, chasing his own pleasure with Leon's body, playing with him just the way he's learning Leon likes, alternating kisses and bites, and he presses a hand over Leon's mouth to muffle his howl when he bites down on his chest, leaving a ring of reddened teeth-prints around one nipple. Leon comes again, and Chris follows him this time, their dicks rubbing together, slick and twitching as they grind against each other.
Chris slumps against him, and Leon smirks as he rolls them over, lazy and hungry. His thigh presses between Chris' much larger ones, earning a shaky gasp. "Yeah?" he purrs, "Sensitive, Redfield?"
Chris nods, a whine on his next exhale. "I don't usually-"
Leon just drapes himself over his chest to kiss him, grinding his thigh up against that soaked, hot cunt. "You're going to," he says simply, grinning, "My turn now."