Infinite love and thanks to Belle.
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Leon loved everything about the way Cloud kissed. It was one of the only things soft about the man (his hair, god, Leon loved his hair), and only when he wanted it to be. Even then, soft more often than not gave way to a fierce kind of determination, and by now it was nearly instinct, what Leon did when Cloud's kisses became rougher, stronger, deeper. He'd let himself be backed up against a wall, and he'd give in, let Cloud lead him wherever he wanted him to go.
A fiercely determined Cloud was damned good at anything he did, and he was especially a damn good fuck, but more than that, far deeper than the superficial rush of pleasure, Leon found something so much more meaningful in their sometimes-awkward, sometimes-heated camaraderie. Silent and stoic, the both of them, but somehow they'd smashed through each other's barriers and found solace and strength in their respective brokenness, like the fractured pieces of one were meant to match perfectly with the other's. A scattered puzzle, reassembled, fit tightly together and sturdy despite the lack of a solid foundation.
Cloud loved everything about the way Leon kissed, too. It was intoxicating, hard, fast and knowing, and Cloud always, always got shivers up the small of his back, and yes, sometimes his toes curled in those heavy black boots he wore, and if he couldn't hold back the rare whimper of loss when the older man finally released him, well, he really couldn't be blamed for that reaction, either. It seemed Leon always knew exactly how to coax the desired reactions from him. He knew exactly what his weaknesses were, and how to exploit them. He knew exactly what his strengths were, and how to bolster them.
It sometimes amazed him, how well Leon knew him, inside and out, and it surprised him when he realized how much he didn't want it to be any other way. He didn't want to be lonely again, shut out from the world by his own self-damning mind. He didn't want to have to learn how to cope on his own again. Though it was scary knowing how deeply he'd come to rely on the other's presence, he knew every inch of what he felt was reciprocated, that Leon needed him just as much, and so he forced that fear away, smothered it with the knowledge that nothing in all the worlds would keep them apart now that they'd found each other.
Everything about them made their relationship so simple and so complex, and there was hardly a place in either of their lives that the other hadn't touched by now. That thought was scary, too, to two men so used to self-induced isolation, but despite all they'd lost and all they'd gained over the relatively short span of their lives, the risk was more than worth it.