A/N: Chapter 5- leather. I am so behind on these prompts. RL has been kicking my ass. I hope you enjoy this.
The belt feels like heaven around Lefou's neck.
It's not so tight as to impair his breathing, but it's tight enough that he's acutely aware that it could do so if Stanley tenses it any more.
It's a perfect substitute for a collar, and Lefou loves it. Loves the feeling of being cherished and safe that it brings him. It's like a talisman.
Stanley looks at him with adoration in his eyes. He runs his hand down Lefou's body reverently and whispers, "how does that feel, mon amour?"
"Perfect," Lefou murmurs, eyes drifting closed.
"Good, Stanley says, using both hands to tease Lefou's nipples. He rubs one firmly but slow, and the other softly but quick. "Lay back, hmm? Let me take care of you."
Lefou groans, unable to disobey the request. He relaxes against the bed, breathing hard at the attention paid to his chest.
"That's it, minou," Stanley praises, moving one hand between Lefou's legs. He grabs his erection in his hand, lightly stroking it. "You're my good boy, aren't you?" He tilts Lefou's chin up.
"S-Stanley…" Lefou moans, closing his eyes. He whimpers, unable to resist rolling his hips into Stanley's touch.
"Shh," he says, setting a finger against Lefou's lips. The action has the opposite effect, making Lefou moan softly. Stanley leans forward, kissing him and continuing to work Lefou's hardness. "I love you," he says, pulling away.
Lefou swallows hard. "I love you too, Stanley… so much…" he whispers, groaning when Stanley's fist tightens.
"Such a good boy," Stanley says, voice full of affection. He lets go of Lefou's cock, earning a disappointed whine, but it fades as soon as Lefou sees Stanley grab a bottle of lube.
Stanley traces a light finger over the leather belt on Lefou's neck. He kisses him again, sighing as he tastes Lefou's lips. He loves the reactions he can get from his lover; he loves making him happy more than anything. And he's come to realize that what makes Lefou happiest is this, feeling protected and cared for the way he always does for others.
"Do you want me inside you, mon amour?" Stanley purrs, letting his lips press against the spot where Lefou's neck meets his head. "Tell me what you want."
"P-Please fuck me, Stanley." The words come out as a deep sigh. He opens his legs for Stanley, blushing a little at the position- but the embarrassment is far outweighed by his arousal.
Stanley gently nips at Lefou's neck above the belt, before coating a finger in lube and gently pushing it inside Lefou.
"Oh…" Lefou groans, simultaneously clenching the bedsheets in his hands and pushing back against the finger. "Stanley…"
"How do you feel, amour?" Stanley asks, working another finger inside.
"G-Good. Like always," Lefou gasps out, letting his eyes drift closed. "God, Stanley… Y-You're so perfect…" He groans, rocking against Stanley again. "Please, I n-need…"
"Shh," Stanley soothes again. "I always give you what you need, don't I?" He smiles, adding a third finger that has Lefou mewling in pleasure, arching off the bed.
"Stanley," he groans deeply, happily surrendering to the sensations. "Stanley, I… I…" He tries to find the words to express how delighted he is- with everything, not just this- but they elude him.
Stanley hums, leaning in for another searing kiss. All the while he works his fingers inside Lefou, searching for his most sensitive spot. He knows he's found it when Lefou gasps into his mouth, legs shaking.
Stanley considers teasing him for a while, but he gets too impatient. Instead he pulls his fingers out and uses one hand to guide his cock to Lefou's entrance, shivering in anticipation of the tight heat. Grabbing Lefou's hip with his free hand, he asks, mouth dry, "are you ready, mon chou?"
"God, yes," Lefou begs. "Stanley, please, I need you."
Stanley nods and enters Lefou slowly, closing his eyes and squeezing Lefou's hips. "Lefou… s-so tight," he grunts, moving forward until he's buried to the hilt. "Ah," he sighs, pausing for a moment. "I… This feels so…"
"C-Complete," Lefou supplies, nodding.
"Yes," Stanley says, and rolls his hips forward. Lefou always prefers a quicker and rougher pace, and Stanley is more than happy to oblige. He wants to overwhelm Lefou in the best way, make him lose everything except the pleasure. "You're so perfect," he praises, using his hold on Lefou's hips to lift him slightly to meet his cock. He knows soon Lefou will be begging to be touched, and until then he wants to remind Lefou of his strength.
He gets the desired reaction right away, Lefou gasping softly and bringing his hands to Stanley's shoulders, grasping for support. "S-Stanley. Stanley!" he moans, tossing his head back. He feels close already, and his breath quickens. "Stanley, I-I'm going to-" he manages.
"Come for me, mon amour," Stanley murmurs, reaching down and gliding his fist over Lefou's cock. "Show me how much you love being fucked like this."
Lefou cries out, arching his back. Two thrusts more and he's coming hard, screaming Stanley's name. He pants for breath, digging his nails into Stanley's shoulders.
Stanley follows soon after; he never lasts long once he sees Lefou reach his limit. He kisses Lefou hard as he comes, and whispers soft loving words that Lefou is too exhausted to make out. It doesn't matter, because he always knows the meaning regardless, knows Stanley is giving an endless stream of loving words.
He starts to drift off, and feels Stanley gently removing the leather belt. He gives a soft smile, knowing that as long as they live, he'll always feel Stanley's love and protection.