A/N: Well...this was inevitable. I have a thing, I guess, for writing character's First Times. While yeah, I was going to leave the Summer Party Attic Incident(™) vague(ehm, about as vague as it was, in which that it was about as vague as a brick to the head), this ended up just coming out of me in a bolt of inspiration.
Sooo...if you'd like to know what Duo Lon and Leona's first time was like, here you go. For context, you MAY want to read Summer Party(AKA: Company Party 2). For FULL context, Duo Lon made friends with Adel and Whip during the events of Nocturne(he was somewhat familiar with the Ikari unit beforehand, Heidern having contacted him once or twice for things), though that's its own story that deals with Adel getting ahold of his dark side finally, and does not have any bearing on this story except to describe some of Duo Lon's HC'd physical quirks like his tattoos(by all means, read any and all that you want, but you really just need Summer Party to get the full context of this one.) If you just want to read some smut, then by all means go for it! But if you'd like a little context for the smut, that's where you'll find it.
Oh yeah, suffice it to say, adult content warning.
The soldier's mind raced about, thinking about the many things that had surprised her in her time. While they were definitely numerous-and not all of them pleasant-this time was different.
It was wholly pleasant. Both physically, and emotionally.
But she never would have guessed that something like this would ever happen to her.
As she lay there, Leona did not think that this particular company party would turn out like it did; at best, she figured she would chuckle at some of the antics of her friends before having a few drinks-enough to get a buzz-enjoy the food, and then turn in earlier than the rest. She would have a good time and wake the next day, usually earlier than others, before enjoying some breakfast with them and then going back to her duties-which were unfortunately more desk based these days, at least temporarily. She had been to a few of these group events before, and while the first one she was barely even wanting to associate with anyone, last years' had her at least a little more open and comfortable, though she was still quiet and checking things from afar.
These grew easier and easier for her, even if she kept more to her direct circle.
Now, it was perhaps close to five in the morning, and she was in one of the attic rooms of the giant, sprawling, Victorian-style manor that had been rented out for the company barbeque this year; the air conditioner was blasting, keeping the room blessedly cool from the rather vicious heat outside. She had drank a bit more than usual this year, and had even smoked a little bit of mild grass with one of her newest friends who had ended up being invited. He knew Heidern, and these days counted Adel and Seirah among his friends, too. They were surprised the usually reserved and quiet man came, but he had started to like their company.
That new friend was Duo Lon; the silent, eccentric assassin who had ended up in their circles by chance, thanks to an incident he helped the others out with. He, too, was not much of a party person, but he appreciated their company, and had decided to show up.
She couldn't have even been properly called drunk-and the stuff had long worn off, to be sure-but she had far more enjoyment than usual this year. She even took part in the little competition the guys would have where they'd show off their abilities. She showed hers off in tandem with Duo Lon when the two had utilized their skills in slashing things with their hands to turn a bunch of empty liquor bottles into art, Leona using her incredible trademark cutting aura, and Duo Lon using strong swipes with his deadly nails.
She was also, at this very moment, laying on top of said new friend, whom she had just spent the past hour or so kissing and touching. His large hand was across her back, rubbing gently...and she was somehow incredibly comfortable with all of this.
To say that she did not expect this to happen would be the understatement of the century.
Leona couldn't even begin to say how it all came about. They had been spending much of the day together, since he had arrived quite early, before anyone else save for the cooks due to his flight getting in sooner than he had thought it would. Her crew had a chuckle at this and let the man inside-the cooks were there, but they were in the large basement kitchens and did not hear him-where he proceeded to nap for an hour or so on the couch to try to be rid of some of the jet lag he had. He had been invited by Seirah the last time he was visiting them back in May.
Over coffee, the two quiet people had decided they had felt comfortable enough to speak, mostly sitting around the desolate guest room at first before moving outside. She had known him before in passing, though they hadn't spoken very much besides cordial greetings. Oddly enough, the two of them-who were not people to grow close to large numbers of people, let alone quickly-found they enjoyed each others' company, as they could share an occasional story and then sit around in a comfortable silence.
When Adel and Whip had arrived, the four enjoyed hanging out, and Leona had found herself opening up even more than she had in previous years. Perhaps she had been extra lonely these past months due to being stuck on desk duty after the incident at the end of the last tournament, and something inside of her craved more company than she usually wanted, or perhaps she had just developed such a family rapport with her fellow mercenaries that she was able to let someone else in, too. It could have been a mix of both.
In any case, it didn't matter-she had opened up more, which made her more comfortable...and it made her friends happy to see.
But she had found the time spent with her new assassin friend very enjoyable. They had decided to step away to the manor's east wing to explore a little, where on the third floor they had discovered a door that opened to a steep set of stairs, leading to an attic that had probably been converted from an old servant's room. It was equipped with a couch, some sparse furniture, an air conditioning unit in the window...and surprisingly a stereo with a record player.
Duo Lon had been delighted to see this; his youth-he was only twenty-one, after all-coming out more visibly as he found the thing. This did not happen too often with the young man, who had usually had the air of someone much older. He happened to have some of his records with him which he would bring to the Sky Noah, having a taste for the classic sound of vinyl, particularly for his favored brand of harsh, unforgiving extreme metal, which she had no idea he listened to. He had essentially claimed this as his room for the night, and Leona had noticed another nearby in this wing that she could take, too; he had no bed in his, but he was content sleeping on the couch. A third could be taken by Adel and Whip if they wanted, and the wing had its own bathroom, as well, keeping them all away from the bulk of the people.
Leona had found herself a tiny bit amused at how genuinely happy he seemed to find the stereo.
After settling in with the music and air on, he decided to light up some of his mild grass to relax. He didn't do it often, but he enjoyed it sometimes in lieu of his usual tobacco, smoking it from a somewhat long, black-laquered pipe. He had asked if she wanted some, and she had found herself curious to try it again, having simply tried one hit a couple years ago at one of the other parties. This had led to more talking...and more relaxing.
And then...the two had begun to share deeper things as the day went on. Which eventually led to them growing more comfortable...and closer. Oddly enough, they had done most of their sharing after the substance had worn off.
Later that night, when she had seen Seirah laying back against Adel when the four of them were in the attic...she had started to wonder what that sort of human contact would feel like. Besides an odd hug from her teammates, that sort of intimate touching was something she did not know the feel of. They looked so comfortable...and she had gotten curious. Perhaps it was the extra loneliness, but seeing that had done something to her inside.
It moved quickly after that. Duo Lon had held her after she had asked if he had ever held anyone like that...and then she had turned to hold him, as well. They sat there for awhile like this...she had even drifted off. He had been hesitant at first, himself.
She didn't even know what made them want to kiss each other so much after that, but they did.
Shaking back to reality, having tried to play everything over in her head again just to make some sense of it, she looked up at him as they lay on the couch; the assassin's head resting in one of his hands as he tilted his head up to look at her, his hand sliding up from her back-she shivered when it hit her bare skin after being on her small tank top-to gently play with her hair a moment.
Leona smiled softly up at him as her chin rested on his loose, sleeveless shirt; he had not bothered wearing his elaborate coat to the party. A hand hesitatingly stroked one of the nasty scars on his chest, which she had heard the story about. It was one of the stories shared that had only served to make them grow closer, where he had ripped the throat out of a clan traitor when he was younger, though suffered terrible wounds in the process...and did something he regretted fully afterward, something that would haunt him.
After a few more moments of looking silently at one another, they met in another series of kisses, deepening with every one until she had slid up some so their tongues could gently explore each other's mouths. One of her hands slid back into his hair, tracing through before she felt his powerful neck and shoulder muscles, built up by learning to use his braid-usually heavily weighted-like a fifth limb.
Leona liked people who were tough, and after she had seen the assassin out of the elegant clothing that he wore at tournaments and most of the other times he was out and about, she was greeted with a hard, lean, densely muscled, tattooed and scarred body which she later discovered, to her surprise, that she liked to touch.
Neither of them knew why they liked kissing the other. Duo Lon was not exactly someone who had been open to anyone like this before, either. Never having been in a relationship, nor even wanting one-at most simply using his hand a few times as a person would if the mood struck him for some physical release-which was not fairly often. He had no idea what made him want to kiss the blue-haired soldier.
A lovely blue-haired soldier, to be sure, whose firm, defined and yet curvy body had seen its fair share of conflict, as well. It may have been that he felt she actually understood him in many ways. They had already planned on keeping in touch after the party even before this, having decided the two liked each others' company to perhaps send a few letters, emails, or to meet up when he was back in Europe to visit Adel. She had taken to his music, and was curious to know more about it, perhaps some looking for some CDs to pick up. They had even written out any info the other might need to keep in touch earlier in the day.
Their long and intense kiss broke as the two looked at one another, somewhat heavy lidded. Duo Lon had definitely begun to feel things...as did Leona, who got urges even less often than the assassin himself did. She brushed her slightly rough fingers over the side of his face as he leaned in to kiss her fingertips.
The soldier was having her own fun exploring him with her hands, tracing some over his arms as she examined the eerie tattoos that sleeved them. Some of his extremely pale skin showed through parts of the ink as she traced her hand over the defined muscle. She loved how dense he was built-feeling his grasp gave her an inkling of his strength, and she loved it. The coat he often wore hid most of him, and she almost thought that was a shame after getting to see him out of it...though the coat was nice, she had to admit.
Reaching his braid, she stroked it before looking at him questioningly.
"Do you mind...um, can I take your hair down?" she asked suddenly.
He smiled, leaning forward to kiss her again; he sat up to slide his shirt off first. "Go ahead."
Leona had already seen the man shirtless earlier in the day, and liked what she saw; she dropped the braid for a moment to let her hands trace fully over his torso, enjoying the feel much like she did his arms, tracing her fingers lightly over the definition. Picking up his hair again, she continued.
She started by finding the small weight at the bottom; removing this, she began to gently work the braid apart. He did not wear his more extensive hair decorations to the party; the ones that were the equivalent of getting smacked with a kettlebell were not particularly needed, he figured. His hair was soft and thick, and she was looking forward to seeing what it actually looked like when it was all down.
Working through it as he closed his eyes-a small smile on his face, his hands caressed her sides as she did that-sides, front...and he noticed she didn't flinch at all when they made their way to her chest. She slowed down a moment-the hair halfway out, and smiled softly at this.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Y...yes," she said, almost chuckling as she continued with his hair. "I...I mean I didn't think I'd ever want someone to touch me like this? I never...thought anyone would."
"I mean...you're beautiful?" he said plainly. Duo Lon was not one to particularly hide nor mince words, nor was he into strange, hollow pillow talk. He ran his large hand around her stomach again as he smiled softly.
Leona blinked at this, unsure of what to say, though gave a genuine smile back. While she took care of herself-good military personal hygiene, and kept herself in excellent shape-she never thought of herself like that. Looking up at him as she got to the last part of his hair, she could tell he was sincere-if there was one thing Leona Heidern had a ton of, it was instinct. She could tell when someone was being fake or not-she had to be a good read on people in her line of work-as did he, to be fair.
All she could think to do was to move forward to kiss him again, her firm hands sliding down his back, up and down his spine, causing him to moan low in his throat as he returned it. After a few moments, she slid her hand around to grasp one of his that had been exploring her sides, abs and back...before sliding it up to one of her breasts. She broke apart from him for a split moment to smile before kissing him again, letting his hand cup the swell of it, his thumb running over the stiff nipple through her shirt.
She felt incredibly comfortable around him. She did to begin with, but his sincere words did something to her. She wanted him to touch her more.
Finishing getting the rest of his hair out after their intense kiss broke-he even kept her lower lip in his mouth a few moments-she draped it over her hands, smiling at it. It was soft, fairly thick, and very well kept. She had only ever seen a braid this long on his clanmate in passing a couple of tournaments past, and Duo Lon's hair was far thicker and heavier.
Pushing it back behind, she slid her own hair out, letting it down; the assassin ran some of his hands gently through it, always mindful of his nails. Sliding his hand back to hold the back of her head they met in yet another kiss, enjoying exploring one another in more and more intimate ways, as his free hand stayed on one of her breasts, sliding around it. He went to see if she minded him sliding his hand under her shirt...she did not, as she looked down at it, smirking softly at him as she closed her eyes, exhaling.
Spending a moment to lift her shirt, he leaned over to allow his tongue to trace around one of her stiff nipples, before leaning in to draw it into his mouth to suck it for some time as she let out small, shaking moans, her hands buried into his hair. He stopped a moment to push her back to lay half on the couch as he continued, now letting both his mouth and hands explore her lips, neck, torso and breasts.
Leona was breathing incredibly heavily at this point, as their newfound intimacy had gone on for awhile. It felt like someone had set fire to the pit of her stomach...as well as between her legs. There was a wetness there that she hadn't felt before...even the couple of times she had used her hand, she didn't remember getting this bad. That had been fairly...standard, while this felt far more intense.
It was almost uncomfortable. Not the closeness-she enjoyed that very much-but the fact she realized that this feeling may not go away without...something.
Duo Lon-kissing her one more time as he was positioned over her, smiled softly as he gave her a questioning look.
Glancing off to the side, she chuckled, almost flushing.
"I...god, I feel so…" she looked around before looking back up at him.
The long-haired man thought for a moment, a smirk coming to the corner of his mouth. He wasn't experienced, but...he knew things. He knew a human body, how it worked...he had to study such things.
He also very much liked Leona, especially after the time they spent together the past twenty-four hours, and didn't want to leave her in this uncomfortable-well, downright horny -state.
"If you're willing...I can try to satisfy...whatever is going on with you," he said quietly after a few moments.
The soldier blinked, shivering as his hand traced softly over her well-developed abdomen. This was something unexpected. Far more unexpected than anything else that had been going on. A tiny part of her wanted to cut it off now and just go take care of herself in the shower...but another part, a much, much bigger part, wanted to take him up on his offer.
Truth be told, she trusted him a fair bit by now. No one builds a hundred percent trust in a day, but Heidern trusted him with work, Adel and Whip were friends with him, and they trusted each other enough to open up with dark secrets. As she found her hands absently exploring his defined sides and back, she...was curious.
"Would you?" she asked after a few moments. "What...are you thinking of…?"
He shrugged. "Whatever you want," he said, sliding his hand down low on her stomach.
Leona just smiled at him, pushing back some of his hair as he leaned in to kiss her again, tracing his lips down her neck...and then her chest. Sitting up again, he looked her up and down, enjoying what he saw...leaning forward to plant more kisses down her stomach, enjoying how the hard, developed muscle felt under his mouth. His endless hair fell around, tickling her as he started to undo her shorts; she didn't stop him, though looked at him a bit hesitatingly.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded, deciding to just help him slide both her shorts and underwear off, now down to her tank top and socks. As he went to push her shirt up, however, she touched him.
"Maybe...not everything," she said, suddenly.
"That's fine," he said, smiling at her as he slid back up to give her a reassuring kiss.
"Is that...weird?" He had just been at her breast with his mouth, after all; she couldn't think of why she didn't want to be completely naked.
"Not at all," he said softly, kissing her some more as he let his hand slide between her legs...very mindful of his nails around this sensitive area. It gently traced over her trim, blue hair as one finger carefully parted her, immediately feeling how slick she was; he gave her gentle strokes with it, rubbing her up and down, and then in a circular motion. She exhaled deeply at this, a small moan escaping her lips as she pushed her hips toward his hand.
He stopped after a few moments, however, when he realized something.
Looking at him questioningly-having started to enjoy the feel very much-she blinked.
"Anything wrong?"
"I...my nails," he said, an apologetic look on his face; he knew he would not be able to go as intense as he would like.
"Oh yeah…" she said, almost chuckling...though she squirmed as it had started to feel very good.
Seeing the look on her face, he glanced down, suddenly getting the urge to try something.
"Hm?" she asked, curious.
"Well...there is something I think I can do a lot better." He kissed her lips lightly again...and flickered his tongue-which happened to be rather long-over them. "If you...wouldn't mind me kissing somewhere else, that is."
Leona blinked, realizing exactly what he was implying. "I…" she shivered, though not in a bad way. "Yes?" she said, swallowing hard, not even believing what she was saying. Did I just ask him to...kiss...there...
"Just stop me if you don't like it," he said.
She smiled at this, feeling more reassured.
Kissing her lightly on the lips again, he trailed down her, passing over her chest, his lips and tongue teasing her the entire way. As always, he enjoyed the firm feel of her body, pausing to sometimes examine it with his hands and mouth. He gently caressed a scar on her side-much like him, she would use stealth for many missions, but they were also forced to fight face to face fairly often. Careful or no, injuries were common. Her own hands found the claw marks, remembering how she felt closer to him after he had told that story to her.
He finally made it to her midsection, his powerful hands running down her thighs, enjoying how those felt as well as he traced his rough fingertips over them, letting his nails dance over them lightly.
Leona looked down at him; she was laying at an angle on the low couch, somewhat propped up. She felt very...exposed at the moment, but at the same time she did not feel uncomfortable. Well...she felt turned on to no end, but she was comfortable with him being there. She even reached her hand down to stroke his thick hair as he bent low, planting kisses over her thighs. She felt her pulse quicken; the throb between her legs grew even greater as she began to anticipate his actions, curious to know what this would feel like.
Duo Lon had never done this before; he did, however, know human biology and anatomy very well. More importantly, though, he also wanted to please her. He figured that he could, perhaps, at the very least, do something for her to help relieve the built up tension. He enjoyed the time spent with her all day...as well as the time spent getting physical. He knew tonight was the first time she got to experience truly intimate contact, so he wanted to at least try to make it nice for her.
Leaning low-his thumb brushing carefully over her to open her some-he caught the scent of her feminine musk; it smelled both natural and rather enticing to his keen senses.
The first kisses he planted on her nether lips-coupled with sliding his rather impressively long tongue out to run up and down her folds-picked up her honey, which he brought into his mouth to savor what happened slightly tangy and sweet taste...which he found incredibly welcoming.
Moving forward to delve in deeper, he knew he was going to enjoy the hell out of this.
Leona gasped at this; this was something she thought she'd never feel-she had never even thought about something like this happening. But as she felt his tongue lash around her dripping midsection and his lips begin to suck gently at her heated center, she began to moan softly; still half sitting up, she opened her eyes to watch him a moment. She saw him with his eyes closed, his hands massaging her thighs as his mouth pressed closer to her, feeling his tongue wriggle inside of her to thrust.
He was trying a lot of things, many of which felt exceptional.
"Y...yes," she whispered. "There...feels...so good," she whispered, her breath short as she panted.
He followed what she liked; she seemed to like it when he would drag his tongue up and down her, massaging the sensitive areas, and tickle her opening with the tip. Thrusting it in every so often so he could swallow more of the sweetness that was flowing freely from her by now, he slid up so he could swirl the tip of his tongue around her clit...which caused her to buck her hips against his mouth and tighten her grip on his hair, whispering a curse under her breath. Leona's other hand rubbed his shoulder, occasionally digging her nails in. If she liked something, she would tug his hair to get him to keep going.
Now he was very involved in his work; pressing close again, he opened his mouth to suck a little at her clit before slowing down some to prolong her pleasure. Sliding to the side-his mouth rather wet at this point, he tried nipping at her thigh with his teeth a little, given she liked it when he had used it on her shoulder slightly. She felt her thighs slightly dampened from his mouth.
She moaned at this, rubbing his head, and smiled down at him. He caught her gaze, moving back to the center to enjoy some more of this time there. He let his tongue slide inside of her again to push against her walls, pleasuring any sensitive spots she may have had, causing her to whisper under her breath again at the feel; he could get it rather deep in there, much to her delight. As he drew his tongue out to swallow more of her, there was a noticeable amount of her honey that clung to it as she glistened in the soft light. He took his time, getting to know her tastes and textures, and what pleased her the most.
He found this experience wonderful, to be sure.
For being new at this, she noticed he seemed to pick up on things very quickly; she was now in bliss, waves of pleasure shooting through her entire body. She had never experienced anything remotely like this before, and was shocked at just how good it was.
"Fuck," she whispered, not even pretending to hide language anymore. The feel of everything was like absolutely nothing she had ever experienced, and it was great. "More."
Breathing heavily himself-having grown harder than he had ever been in his life at this; her whispers sort of did something to him. Hearing the usually quiet woman be vocal-especially during this -sort of pushed him to stick around for longer than he planned. Slowing down a little, he tried dragging his tongue down her more to tease her opening again before twisting it inside; her louder moans told him this was indeed something she was enjoying. He pulled back to bite her thighs some more for a few moments-she found she liked this quite a bit, too.
Having lost himself down there for awhile-not having brought her over yet because he wanted her to really feel it-she started to sort of tug at his hair, looking down at him, she had an almost desperate look on her face.
"Keep going," she said. "God...soon…"
Finally going back to tease and suck at her clit-even letting his teeth rake lightly over it-he started to try to give her what she wanted...and it didn't take him much longer.
"Yes," she muttered, bucking her hips at him as she came strongly, her shaking moans telling him he had performed just fine for his first time giving head. He felt the light flow of her taste turn into a much heavier amount which he pushed forward to drink in almost greedily, his tongue massaging her, lapping hard at her as her thrusts slowed down. When he was pretty sure she had given all she had to give, he only slowly pulled away when he was done cleaning her off. He almost regret being finished, since he could easily spend more time here...but he knew she might be a little overly sensitive from her first time.
Catching her breath, she looked down at him and smiled; her hair was fairly messed up and she was still trying to formulate coherent thought again. He returned her smile, adding light kisses to her lower stomach as his fingers gently traced over her abs; his chin was quite wet as he did this. Deciding to break the ice, he licked his lips and raised his eyebrows.
"Was that okay?"
She started giggling; not like her, but she had enough afterglow-and some delightful shivers running through her body-to do so.
"Yes," she said plainly. "More than okay. It felt...so good. I...had never felt that good. Ever." She wasn't lying-besides some basic release from her own hand, it wasn't like she ever got any sort of pleasure, let alone like whatever he did-she was absolutely soaked, but unlike earlier, she no longer had the uncomfortable tension-it was now a pleasantly relieved ache. "I...don't know what you did…"
He shrugged, nuzzling her stomach. "I just had fun," he said, happy whatever he did worked. Again, he had fairly extensive knowledge of the human body in general, so he knew what to do, but there was also something to be said for pure instinct and just how much he found he liked doing it, coupled with the want to see his friend relieved.
Her hands slid into his hair to stroke it for a few moments as she tugged him up toward her to kiss him again; there were some remnants of his actions still on his face-he delved into her quite hungrily, she had felt-but there was something incredibly hot about that. Certainly, something was waking up inside of her...even if she suspected it would not really come out with anyone else.
"Thank you," she whispered, stroking his face.
He shrugged, a little smirk dancing on his lips, mentally noting he would be happy to oblige her again with this if the situation ever came up, especially now that he caught onto things she liked. He shifted a little uncomfortably himself, however; and she could feel his trousers a lot more...filled out than usual. It wasn't like he had just started getting hard-this entire night had helped with that-but after laying there with his head between her legs for as long as he did, eagerly exploring every part of her and drinking in a fair share of her honey after listening to her mutter in pleasure and grab his hair in sheer ecstasy, he was now almost in pain.
Leona chuckled at this, her hand slowly reaching down-at first a bit hesitant, but then speeding up a little-to stroke him through his trousers.
He smiled, reaching down to help her take him out...which caused her eyes to widen as he sat back on the couch. She blinked, cocking her head to the side for a moment.
For one, Duo Lon was a...big man. He was tall in stature, long of limb, and she had just discovered his tongue was probably a little longer than it needed to be for anything not sex related-not that she minded at all-but now she noticed he was also rather large below the waist. Not scarily so, but definitely enough to make her blink in surprise.
What really surprised her was the piercing.
A couple of years ago, the assassin-during his travels to collect more of the tattoos that he enjoyed-decided to add a piercing to his collection, though he didn't want anything that stood out...so he decided on an intimate one. It was a ring that basically went directly through the tip and connected to the underside-known as a 'prince albert' in some circles. It healed cleanly, and he had since grown used to it. It was not particularly large or thick-he had opted for a medium gauge-but it had been his own for awhile now.
Reaching a hand out, she moved the ring slightly, very curious. She figured after the intimacy they had just experienced, she could touch him; indeed, he welcomed it as he shivered.
"I...is this some sort of clan ritual or something?" the blue-haired soldier asked, not knowing what else to say.
He had to chuckle at that; quite heartily, in fact. He touched her under her chin affectionately.
"No, it's just something I got when I was getting my tattoos done. I wanted a piercing, but nothing that stood out."
"I can't say I've ever seen one of these," she said, moving it again. It was quite captivating.
He smiled, shivering again as she decided to start to wrap her hand around him. She had instantly decided after what he had done, she wanted to try to do the same for him.
Stroking the shaft slowly at first, he leaned back on the couch, his long legs stretched out as one hand rest on the back; his other started to finger her hair and run gently down her spine. His nails danced lightly on her skin, but he was careful not to leave scratch marks...as he figured they would want to keep their moment private.
After a few moments of stroking, her lips traced down his chest, over the wicked scars and toward his hard abdomen; he moaned very low in his throat at this. Her breath was warm, and her hair tickled him slightly, though it was nothing but pleasurable.
Being face to face with the piercing made her lean down to plant a kiss on the tip, before drawing it into her mouth to begin to figure out ways to tease it. Her firm hand stroked his shaft as she gently sucked the head; her tongue began to play with the piercing. She simply tried to do what she could to please him...and judging by the low moans that turned to soft, almost growls, she was indeed doing just that.
Duo Lon's large hand stroked her hair and well-toned back, his fingers tracing the lean muscle, heading toward her spine as he felt her begin to take him deeper, sucking some more while she started to slide her hand down to tease him underneath some, where she knew things were likely sensitive.
Leona had to admit she was enjoying herself; she liked the sounds he was making, and after he had gone down on her to give her the most intimate kisses she had ever received in her life, she wanted him to feel good, too. She liked how his hand would tighten on her back, his strong fingers digging in sometimes, though he was careful not to leave too many nail marks at the moment still.
Deciding to pick up the pace-much like he experimented with her, she too tried some things. Taking him deeper, she worked her tongue up and down his shaft, massaging it underneath as she sucked. One hand traced his muscular thigh as the other slid around underneath again to try teasing the sensitive part behind everything. Bringing her head back up, she sucked at the tip again swirling her tongue around it, teasing the jewelry again.
Duo Lon was in bliss at this moment...he had never felt anything so good. She was trying things, genuinely into it, and it felt amazing. Low moans escaped his throat, and would occasionally turn to a rather sensual growl when she would do something particularly good.
Finally after a few more moments she pulled back; she kept at it for quite awhile for her first time, to the point where he had to tap her. She pulled back, teasing the ring a few more times before smiling up at him, kissing his thigh, letting her lips enjoy the feel. They were hard and muscular, as well.
"That...was great," he panted, smiling down at her, a shiver running through his body. "I…" He was painfully hard by this point.
Kissing him one more time-tasting some of the saltiness on the tip, she looked up and smiled as she slid next to him-his arm sliding around her, he brushed back some of her hair, looking at her questioningly.
She smiled softly, licking her lips. "I...do you want to…"
Duo Lon nodded, smiling. "We could, if you want."
Leona just smirked, almost shyly despite everything. Climbing off of him, she looked around, unsure of how to start.
The assassin figured out something that might be fun; pushing her gently down to the carpet, he began to kiss her. Starting with her lips, he moved gently down her neck and chest...before heading between her legs again to make sure she was wet enough for his liking. They had no lube on hand; this being rather impromptu for one, and regardless it wasn't like either of them were the type to even think of carrying any.
Allowing his tongue to slide between her folds again-causing her to moan suddenly from the feel of the silky appendage as he stroked her several times, ending with a rather long and deep kiss before pulling back, swallowing just a little more of her. He was satisfied with how wet that made his mouth, showing she was likely ready to take him.
She shivered as he trailed back up her, though pulled him into a kiss as he began to slide himself inside; he paused when he was in to allow her to adjust. Regardless of his sort of impressive size, after a few moments, any sort of pain started to give way to pleasure as she leaned her head into his shoulder. He pinned one of her shoulders down...
...which happened to excite her.
"Can you…" she started, looking off to the side.
"Hm?" he asked, his breath short as he started to thrust slowly, leaning his head forward at the wonderful feel.
"Pin me," she suddenly said, sliding her hand into his.
Blinking, though fully happy to oblige, he picked both of her hands up in one of his, moving them over her head and pinned them against the floor. She started to move...and he pressed harder, holding her down.
Now this really excited her. His grip was so strong that she found herself unable to break it. When she tried again, he simply pushed harder as he thrust a bit faster, tracing his lips down her neck to kiss the soft skin. He, too, found himself aroused at how hard he had to pin her, so the feeling was thoroughly mutual.
She had no idea what was happening inside right now; there was just something absolutely driving her mad about this. The soldier had no idea she would like being pinned down like this...but something about the bond she had formed with the assassin during their short time, coupled with the fact she liked finding someone whose grip could hold her steady...it certainly inflamed something in the pit of her stomach that wasn't there before. She didn't know what the feeling was, but she wholly accepted it.
The two met in an almost ferocious kiss, stopping short of biting one another. It felt like they both wanted to, though small nips were traded, at least. He continued to thrust; he knew he wasn't going to last a long time, being far too aroused from her actions and the time he spent going down on her already. He could still almost taste her. He would have done it again if time hadn't been growing short.
Pulling back, he nodded knowingly to her as he thrust faster; feeling himself beginning to go over the edge. As he became unable to hold back much longer, he noticed the towel he had brought up to dry himself off after cooling himself in the sink earlier in the night. Staying for a short while more for them to get just a little more pleasure out of it-they were trying to stay as quiet as they could, but their moans and grunts were getting louder-he finally pulled out to grab the thing, finishing himself off quickly in it as he shook, a low sort of snarl emanating from his throat.
Leona panted as she lay on the floor, though she reached over to stroke his side and back as he did so, fairly brain dead herself at this point. She wanted to reach over to help him, but before she could collect herself, he had essentially finished as he knelt there, panting.
Folding the towel up after cleaning up the best he could, he put it aside as he turned to look toward her as she propped up on her elbows, still lying down.
She motioned with her head for him to lay back down next to her on the floor, which he did. Capturing him in a kiss that lasted for a few moments, she lay back again, allowing her brain to somewhat reformat itself.
As they lay next to one another, the two had certainly felt like they never had before. He propped himself up on his elbow-his trousers still open and somewhat down, to look down at her. Reaching up to slide her hands on either side of his face, she smiled up at him, her lids heavy.
"Mmm," was all she could say.
He smirked down at her-admittedly, coming like he did just now was a lot different than just with his hand. While he finished himself off, the lead-in made it all the better. With nothing on him, though, he didn't want to stay inside. Meeting her in a kiss as he breathed heavily, he ran a thumb over her lips after it broke.
"Yeah," he said. "That…" he trailed off, kissing down her neck as she sighed.
When he stopped, she smiled at him, chuckling. "I...can't say I...expected you to want to do all of that. Especially...with your mouth."
He got the tiniest bit of an evil smirk on his face. "I'd do it again."
The soldier flushed ever so slightly at this, though grinned back, meeting him in one more kiss before looking down at her watch. "It's...almost seven," she chuckled. The room was fairly dim, though it was certainly growing light outside; it peeked in through the holes in the curtains. "We should...wash up."
He nodded. Wanting to stay discreet, they quickly headed downstairs to take care of things in the bathroom; no one was around that they could hear, everyone likely still sleeping given they probably turned in around five in the morning. One at a time they washed up quickly, storing the unfortunate towel deep down into the big hamper they had there to be taken care of later on. Duo Lon chuckled a bit at this.
Finishing up, they quickly and silently dashed back up to the attic-suffice it to say, it was quite handy they were both skilled at stealthy endeavors, though neither would admit to ever guessing they'd need it for something like this.
Settling back on the couch, he lay back, his long body draped over it and his hair pulled into a loose double-tail to keep it off the ground. Leona was dressed only in her unbuttoned shorts, tank top and socks, her hair back in its tail-albeit disheveled. Looking down at him as he lay there smiling, she actually grinned herself, trying not to laugh.
Duo Lon was completely calm, looking up at her almost in amusement. He had never thought to see the soldier with this level of afterglow before. She was still herself-quiet and a little more reserved-but he could tell the way she was trying to hold back laughter that she was definitely feeling differently.
Finally coming over to him to lay on top of him on the couch, she traced her fingers over his chest as she positioned herself near the back, her head near his neck. She finally spoke after a few more moments.
"I...admit that...was something I never thought I'd feel," she finally said, pausing to kiss his neck.
"Me neither," he said. "I'm glad you liked it, though. I certainly did."
She nodded, feeling more comfortable than she had in a very long time. Especially after everything; the past months had been a drag for her. After the last tournament's incident, she had to basically sit out, just in case. Ralf and Clark were fine after-they were tough and could take what she had to dish out-and were more concerned that she didn't hurt herself. They had to sleep it off after, but were up and about the next day, consoling her. She carried a lot of that guilt with her for what was about a year by now, and in between that and the dreary desk duty, it would make her remember...and sometimes even afraid.
Small outlets like these parties were nice, since they let her take her mind off things, but sometimes when she was working around her hotel, or the barracks, or doing intel, she'd remember why she wasn't on the field and would grow withdrawn.
This party let her cut loose, and her new friend-whom understood, in his way, as he had some terrible incidents in his past too and knew what it was like to need to control something inside, even if it was different from hers-had sort of opened a few doors for her she didn't know were there.
Looking up at him, the two met in a soft kiss again, enjoying the feel of each other. When it broke, she looked over at the record player.
"Mind if we put on some of your stuff again?"
"Of course not," he said. "Pick something. I'll smoke a pipe and see if we can get a nap before everyone wakes up."
She went over to put on one of the ones she had remembered liking-admittedly, she wasn't sure of the bands' names yet or anything, but she remembered the bleak looking moonlit cover of the one she quite liked.
The eerie music-with its wicked and raw guitars and even more frightening vocals-soon softly filled the room as the gentle smell of the assassin's tobacco wafted toward her. He stretched back, his boots, socks and shirt still tossed in the corner; he had not bothered getting dressed yet.
She went back over to the couch to lay under his arm as he smoked-becoming so comfortable that a light sleep soon took her.
Finishing his pipe, he watched her rest for a few moments as the music played, his hand sliding down to caress her firm, defined abdomen. The soldier stirred, her hand moving to rest gently on his.
While Duo Lon never got to sleep-he was too much of a night owl to do that, and the whole situation he was in right now simply kept him up-Leona managed to catch something of a powernap. She stirred, looking up at him, smiling softly. The record was finishing up, though he made no attempt to move.
"Did you sleep?" she asked.
"No," he said. "But I usually sleep during the day. I'll just sleep on the way back to the Sky Noah and when I get there for awhile. It's no problem."
She chuckled softly, stroking his hand that was still resting on his stomach. "I'll nap here later. Will do what I have to and then just turn in early." She yawned, licking her lips, forgetting how dry her mouth was due to being so comfortable.
He shifted some to lean over; his flexible body bending, he planted a kiss on her lips, which she returned. Their tongues gently probed at each other a few more moments as she shivered, though she felt intensely comfortable-and happy-that she had opened so much to the man whom much of the tournament participants knew as the frightening and silent killer, but they knew as a sympathetic friend.
She sat up as the kiss broke and touched his face again, pressing her forehead to his a moment as she listened.
"They're up, aren't they?" he asked.
"You heard, too?"
"Yes. I can tell fairly easily."
"Should have known you had good hearing," she said, stroking his hair one last time.
Standing, he grabbed his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder and grabbing two water bottles; he'd worry about his boots later. Leona pulled hers on, though didn't bother tying them nor buttoning her shorts.
"I'll meet you down there," he said. "Going to fix the music first."
She nodded, smiling a little shyly at him one last time before giving him a quick kiss on the ear as he was turned around changing the record; she then headed down to greet their hungover friends.
A/N: As mentioned in the other stories, do not google 'Prince Albert Piercing' while at work. At home you can, if you're really curious but it's going to be pretty NSFW. He probably has about a 10 or 12 gauge ring in it, I'd say. (He is, in this 'verse, tattooed-all over both arms, even pushing toward some of his chest and back, with some eerie looking designs, and as I mentioned in the other fics, I always imagined him built like a lean, ripped kung fu guy if the one piece of art where his coat form-fits his chest and you can see some pretty visible pecs is any indication. Given we've never seen him out of it, that's all I had to go on.)
So...yeah, if I didn't make it fairly clear in Summer Party, this is what went on that night, heh. It's very different from the other couples' first time...but not all couples are going to have the same first time. This was messy and intense, courtesy of two quiet, more withdrawn types who found someone they clicked intensely with and just went for it.
"The Incident" Leona was thinking about was the end of '03. After the Ikaris had won the tournament and Adelheid had dropped them off(Rose didn't want to but he's a good sport and was like GGs), the wonky seal that Those from the Past messed with triggered her Orochi blood and she went Riot. Ralf and Clark basically held her off until her Riot faded; they were injured, but were generally fine and just had to sleep it off, but I imagine she still felt pretty bad about it given how much she adores those two, and they seemed to be doing it more so she didn't hurt herself.
Leona had to sit out of the XI tournament due to risks with the seal, and given this timeline is in between 03 and XI, this is basically 'Leona's Desk Duty.' So she's been generally a little down/hesitant/needing some extra care. I'd say her day and a half spent with her new friend was something she could use...as well as what blossomed after this, a proper friendship with someone who can understand her in his own way, having his own weird things to grapple with.
Of course, with a few rather nice little side benefits. ;)
I...MAY have made them pretty 'good' at pleasing the other for a first time. They weren't terribly clumsy and just ran on instinct. It's not that they're sex gods/goddesses or anything, they just...did things the other person really, really liked and discovered stuff they really liked in the process.
Oh yeah. Pull-out method? Not the safest thing, so, uhh, yeah, remember that. A PSA from your author.