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Leon has a thing for Ada's ass. Luckily for him, Ada has a thing for his ass too.

Notes:

There’s a disturbing lack of Aeon fics on ao3, lemme fix that real quick by uploading porn. I'm not a native english speaker, so a huge thank you to my sweet beta @wildheartfandom on Twitter <3

This fic is now available in Russian language thanks to Venera787!! Thank you dear fellow aeon pwp enjoyer <3 You can find the translated fic here: https://t.co/4iuudxUWbS.

Content Warnings: this is obviously pornography. Also some rough sex without explicit verbal consent beforehand. Lots of ‘fucks’ said. And fluff.

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The first time Leon Kennedy saw Ada Wong’s ass he makes a sound that the spy later mocks and imitates just to mess with him. 

Everytime, he insists that he grunted because she caught him off guard. Not a moan, not a whimper. Jesus, he’s a grown man, he doesn’t whimper . Why would he do something like that? He's seen naked women before, he’s watched porn, he’s had sex plenty of times before. Leon doesn't just get turned on by seeing a butt and Ada’s is no different from any other woman's.

So he told himself anyway.

Ada had been visiting him in the long months since his mission in Spain. The first time was a week after Leon was discharged by the Biohazard team that welcomed him and Ashley to the mainland to check if they truly were Plaga-free. Then the month after, she dropped by his apartment on a whim, not bothering to tell him why. She stayed there a few days. They spent the time watching old movies and drinking, side by side, never really touching. Then one morning, she kissed him goodbye as he stood outside of his door, ready to leave for work. Their first kiss since Raccoon City. It had much the same feeling - instigated by Ada, completely impulsive and over way too quickly.

It obviously played on his mind. What it meant to him, what it could mean to her, and to them as a… as a couple? If Leon could even dare call what they were that .

They never talked about it after, but Ada still checked in irregularly, presumably in between jobs that Leon didn't pry into, and each visit brought a new item to Leon’s apartment.

Forgotten gloves. A designer brand lipstick left on the bathroom sink. Her smell lingering on one of his university sweatshirts. Then it was a brand new towel that was definitely too small to cover someone’s whole body. Leon, not used to having someone in his apartment, walked in the bathroom to brush his teeth and saw her wrap the infamous towel around her frame. He’d been right, it was too small. The curve of her bottom was completely bare and Leon glanced down from the toothpaste in his fist and made That One Grunt.

Ada twisted a corner of her towel, tucked it between her boobs, and turned to him. Leon gawked at her face. She just… stood there, her wet hair dripping down her neck and between her breasts, and Leon. Leon’s brain struggled to catch up, one delirious thought swirling erratically.

'Who the fuck needs an ass like that?'

It wasn't uncommonly big, per se. Leon remembered, in a haze, the shape of it in those tight dresses she wore, accentuated by the curve of her back. He remembered it in her trenchcoat in the form of a simple crease in the cloth 一 nothing worthwhile to an outsider’s eye, but something that Leon, as a man, a young impressionable one, couldn’t help but notice. He'd never forget it in her ruched cocktail dress. Now that was something.

But the best outfit, no contest, was her lengthy cheongsam she wore in Spain, with that slit up her leg almost to her hip, offering a peek of her cheek when she lifted her right leg. What a sight that had been. No, Leon had never thought of it as big, or small. 

He thought of Ada’s ass as distracting.

Then another thought came to him, once the general shock of her nakedness fluttered by.

'I want her to sit on my face .'

And so the restlessness starts.

Ada continues to check in every now and then. Sometimes it’s just to share a cup of coffee. Sometimes he only ever knows she's been there thanks to a note she leaves on his pillow. Other times, she just barges in through his window a good twenty feet above street level, coils herself around his shoulders and engages in a passionate make-out session that Leon does not know how else to characterize but as bliss. The jury is still out on what they should call what’s going on, and to be honest, Leon is riding the high of getting to kiss Ada on a weekly basis and is not particularly keen on spooking her away with his questions. 

But then she takes him on a date to a five star French restaurant and even pays. On the way home in the taxi she tells their driver to close the partition window, sits on Leon’s thighs, and sucks on his throat for the rest of the ride. They both smell of cheese soufflé and piperade. Leon cannot give less of a fuck, because it’s actually perfect.

Leon grunts while Ada latches onto a specific pulsing point in his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest like her life depends on it. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he says because it’s the truth, and also because he may be babbling a little. “You’re so beautiful, Ada.”

Ada hums in acknowledgement and bites him.

There’s a rough inhale before the pain fades into pleasure. Leon holds her thighs, spread on either side of his in a possessive grip. If he could bring her closer to him, he would, but this taxi isn't the most comfortable, and the driver is evidently slightly annoyed given the tight turns he’s taking. 

Leon thinks about adjusting their position, maybe breaking it off to try something less obscene. He slips a hand on Ada’s cheek to softly push her away. Ever so stubborn, Ada hitches her hips against Leon’s crotch.

The sound Leon makes echoes through the tight space. Behind a veil, he hears the driver raise the volume of the radio. Ada stops sucking on his throat and watches his face. What she finds must please her because she smiles before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. She presses her tongue into his mouth. He breathes hard. He doesn’t think that it’s fair that he’s louder than her, and that she can feel the start of his erection between her legs, but that he can’t feel her wetness and the heat of her sex.

“Shit,” Leon breathes, licking her lips and feeling her lipstick there. He’s feeling light headed, like he's going down a rollercoaster. “Once we get there I’m gonna have a request.”

Ada pulls back an inch, eyes still set on her prize. “I don’t do anything without payment.”

He tilts his head to the side, breathes in her mouth. “You’re in luck. The request just so happens to be the payment.”

“Really?” He’s piqued her interest 一 might as well go for it.

“Can I go down on you?”

The driver coughs and Leon, emboldened and sick of the guy's nonsense, is tempted to kick his seat. This is his moment and one inconvenienced taxi driver is not about to blow this for him.

Ada blinks. “ Can you go down on me?” she teased.

“You know what I mean,” Leon shoots back as he bites her lip flirting back. “So? Can I?”

Ada tilts her chin up, her expression turning into something pensive, like she's wondering whether or not to comply… like it's a game

It’s not a game, not to Leon. It’s extremely fucking serious. He’s going to go down on her, maybe not today if her answer comes as a negative; but one day. He’s not a man who can live off of sight forever. Call it an oral fixation or stupid lust, or maybe just a little bit of Ada flavored obsession, but Leon knows that he’ll eventually have his head between her legs.

“Let’s make a deal,” Ada says after a while, making Leon groan in frustration. “I know, handsome," She caresses his cheek in a silent apology.

Leon tries not to fixate on how the pet-name rolls, so easy and sexy on her tongue. 

“Don’t worry, I love the idea of you between my thighs. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of it before…”

Leon tries to keep breathing, anything to get him to focus. Ada has thought of him eating her out.  

“But I want you to do one thing for me before that. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while.”

Leon wants nothing more than to rush to the real thing now. He would sacrifice Ashley if it meant he could taste Ada. Okay, that's definitely an exaggeration, he could never do anything like that. He’s just way too turned on to form a coherent thought at the moment and he may , just may , say yes to anything Ada would ask of him.

So he nods without another thought.

“Do you trust me?” Ada asks, eyelids heavy and mouth inviting.

He nods, again, before he remembers that his vocal words have a use outside of moaning. “It depends.”

“Well trust me on this,” She kisses him to assure him. Once, twice, little pecks on the lips. She brushes his cheek, from his brow to his earlobe. He wants her to touch him more. “You’ll love it, Leon. I know you will.”

Leon is ready to believe in anything as long as he gets to kiss her. And, weirdly, in contradiction to his words, he also happens to trust her. Ada’s fucked him over in the past, she’s pointed a gun at his head damnit, enough times to count it on his hands 一 but mostly she’s lied . Lied her way into a relationship with him, lied so he would do her dirty work. 

Most importantly, lied so he would stay alive.

'Forget it. It’s not worth it.'

Leon saw the tears in her eyes as he held her wrist as she hung above the void. He saw how much she believed in her own lies, while all he could think of was - ' But it is. A hundred times and over. You are worth everything.'

So. 

Sue him for never learning. 

Leon trusts Ada with his life.

He surges forward. Their teeth clack together. It’s painful, but Leon doesn’t care, and given her reaction, neither does Ada. She gets rougher too, captures his bottom lip with her teeth, making him whine, making him rock against her.

The driver’s voice explodes in the compartment. “We’re here," A pause. “Please don't finish that on my backseat, it’s a hell to clean.”

Leon breaks away from Ada with a swear as she bites back a laugh.

“Alright. Yeah. Hold on.” 

He gestures blindly for the door while Ada straightens her back and brushes her own hair away from her face, looking incredibly proud of herself.  She gets the handle before he does and pulls herself out gracefully. Fearing that he’d pass out from blood loss, Leon sits for a couple more seconds, wide-eyed and breathless, before he catches the driver’s eye in the rearview mirror. 

“Hold on," Leon repeats as he pulls out his wallet from his pants. He hands the man a handful of dollars. “Thanks.”

The driver counts the tips, looks back at the mirror at the disaster that Leon currently is, then gives an eyeroll. “A’ight. Have fun, man.”

“Yeah,” Leon says quickly, cheeks flushing red. “Have a good night.”

The man snorts. “You too.”

 

☆☆☆

 

 

Sex with Ada has been on Leon's mind for a long time, since they first met in 1998, if he was honest.

He’s thought about her sucking him off, those plump red lips wrapped around his member, glistening with spit. He’s thought about her coming up at just the right time so he can brush his precum off her chin, so he can kiss her better. 

He never forgets about his dream of eating Ada out, though. It's usually on his mind when she’s not there, because in spite of what they lived through together, Leon's still shy, not so deep down. 

He still feels naughty when he lets his imagination wander too far and realizes that she’s in the room with him. He knows it’s not a bad thing to think about, because he's seen Ada with his cock in her hand before. She knows what it feels like when Leon jerks uncontrollably in her fist and moans helplessly in her mouth. He just can’t help the feeling of being wrong . Of being bad . Of being sinful .

It came with the territory of growing up Catholic and in a country that's so weirdly puritanical and sexist. Who else is surprised? 

He lost his virginity to his high school sweetheart who also lost her virginity to him 一 meaning a couple of messy missionary rounds were required. Then in university, he only slept with two women: his girlfriend while he was in year one to year two, who only enjoyed sex if he was giving oral. She broke up with him when she came out as a lesbian. There were no hard feelings, he did get that oral fixation of his from her after all.

There was the older woman at a bar he went to drown his sorrows in after their separation. He cried before, and she persuaded him into taking her doggy style, then he cried after. It wasn’t his proudest moment. 

Then there was his girlfriend of one month who broke up with him right before he accepted the job position at the Raccoon City Police Department. She hadn’t taught him much either. They both were too self conscious to experiment. Leon guessed that this was the reason why she’d left. She expected a much more straightforward man. A man who knows what he wants, who isn’t afraid to take the reins. A man who doesn’t ask before choking her, and who slaps her on the ass hard enough to leave handprints there, proof of his ownership.

Leon isn’t sure that he’s that kind of man. He knows what he’s good at, though, hence why he really, really wants to eat Ada out.

But what's Ada good at? Firing a gun, martial arts and making out?

Ada is also very good at handjobs. She gets dominant when she gives them, something Leon can never object to. In fact, he quite likes it. 

Leon doesn't want to be the kind of man to leave handprints on a woman’s body, but he’s pretty sure that he’s more than fine with them leaving their handprints on him .

So the fact that Ada, a-whole-head-smaller-than-him-Ada, half-his-body-mass-Ada has him pressed against the door of his apartment, giving him a hickey the shade of expensive wine, while he fumbles for his keys only consoles him in his state of being of ‘ really fucking blessed at the moment’.

“What are you gonna do to me?” Leon breathes out as he finally finds that one goddamn key.

“Surprise,” Ada replies, because of course she replies that.

He pushes the door open and they stumble inside. Leon feels drunk, high, and painfully hard. He doesn’t know how they end up on the couch, but one moment the back of his knees hit something low and the next he’s lying down with a very eager Ada on top of him. 

He could spend hours kissing her. A decade. A lifetime. Her lips are almost drained of their bright red, and he thinks that the color must now be all over his face. Leon doesn’t mind it. In fact, he doesn’t mind anything when it comes to her doing things to him. Really, she could kill him now and then and he wouldn’t see anything wrong with that.

Ada breaks away from him. Leon tries to chase her. Smiling with that twinkle in her eye, she shuts him up with a finger on his mouth, and then she takes off her black shirt in a swift motion so that Leon is eye to eye with her pert breasts.

God damn.

Yes Leon is an ass man, especially when it concerns Ada. He loves how it looks in dresses, jumpsuits, short skirts, pencil skirts, frilly skirts, pant suits, jogging pants, jeans, leggings, undies. He thinks about her butt naked almost every day, and gladly imagines her smothering him with it. 

But damn. Leon would also very much enjoy suffocating between those breasts and showering them with affection. Ada even has them held up in a lace bra , for fuck’s sake. It’s like she’s read his inner desires.

“You know you can touch, right?” she says, voice like honey with a hint of amusement.

Leon snaps back up to her face and flushes even harder like he’s a decade less than twenty-seven.

“I do. Just trying to… remember that moment for later.”

“That’s sweet,” she says, nuzzling his cheek with her warm palm. “But don’t worry. You’ll get to see them again. I’ve never planned for this to be our only time.”

Ada plays with the hair behind his ear, something so tender and loving that it sends a chill down his spine.

"Yeah, but this is our first," Leon tells her earnestly.

Her face opens up into a new smile. It’s smaller than the others she gave him and somehow, it eats him whole.

“Oh, Leon,” she murmurs. “Take my bra off for me."

Leon swallows, a lump sticks in his throat as he does then he complies immediately.

The lace falls. She tosses it somewhere, takes his calloused hand and guides it to her breast. He holds her for a few seconds, just feeling the weight, the warmth, the softness. It’s a handful. It’s absolutely mesmerizing. Leon can’t stop staring.

“I like my nipples tweaked,” Ada says. 

Her eye contact never falters. It’s like she’s trying to remember every detail. “I don’t enjoy it when they’re pulled. Fondling is allowed, as long as you’re not being a brute about it. Do not scratch me. Anything too rough and I’m walking out.”

Leon nods. He thumbs her nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. “It didn’t even come to mind.”

“I’m just setting the rules. What are yours?”

Leon is too absorbed in his silent analysis of Ada’s breasts before he can give a reply. Really, he’s never seen something so beautiful. Her nipples are a dusty pink like a perfectly formed chrysanthemum. 

This is how you kill a man.

“Uh,” he says, blinking hard now, “I’ve never done any nipple thing. I mean, nobody has done it on me.”

“Have you done it on yourself?”

The tone is innocent. The question isn’t. 

Leon rubs her nipple between two of his fingers to save face, rolling it softly, watching as it gets more and more engorged.

“I don’t mind pulling,” he just says.

Ada takes his hand and kisses his knuckles. 

“Take your shirt off,” she says. “I’m going to suck on your tits, if that’s okay with you.”

Leon pulls a smirk at the word ‘tits’ like he’s fourteen. He pops open the buttons of his dress shirt, fumbles a little to throw it vaguely where he remembers Ada’s bra is. 

Ada’s fingers instantly come to his sides. They’re colder than he is, and Leon can’t help but shiver. She touches him like she’s studying him, like she’s learning him and the way his muscles are shaped, the way they tense and relax, rise and fall from the euphoria of anticipation. She brushes a finger against his tits, as she called them, and it scratches but as always, Leon never minds.

Ada bends forward, her back doing a pretty little inward curve. She rests her chin between his pecs.

“Talk to me,” she says, her gaze burning through him. “What else do you like, Leon?”

It’s hard to think. But for her, anything. Everything .

“I-I like being jacked off,” he confesses as Ada starts to circle around his left nipple with her nail. She nuzzles against his stomach, rubbing her face on him like a cat. It’s absolutely adorable. “I like it when it’s a little hard.”

“Mhmm.”

“I think I like blowjobs too. They’re…” 

She circles closer and closer to the little bud. Her nose dangerously approaches his navel now. He feels it poke him gently at his lower abdominal, sending chills up his spine and raising his hair. Nevermind. Ada’s not adorable. She’s a fucking tease. 

Shit they’re… not my favorite, but I like ‘em.”

Ada presses her tongue flat against his skin. Leon jolts like electrocuted. She instantly stops and looks up at him.

“Well? Go on.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leon slowly exhales and tries really hard to focus on something else but she’s already gone back down and is now tonguing his belly button. “Uh… fuck, what else? There’s a lot of things I haven’t tried, uh… I’ve never had a threesome. I don’t know if I’d like that or not. Ditto about public sex. I don’t know much about, uh, toys 一”

Merciless, Ada licks through his happy trail before going up. She dives back into his navel as she passes by it, then softly bites into the sensitive skin above. Leon shivers.

“or, or, things like using a rope or a blindfold, shit, Ada."

“What else.”

“What else?” he echoes, chuckling in disbelief. “Does it look like I can think ?”

“What do you not like?” Her finger scratches at his nipple. The shockwave ripples through him like wildfire. Leon gasps and stares down at Ada who looks back, seemingly very pleased with herself. “What do you not like?” she repeats innocently.

“My nipple being teared off,” he throws back.

“I’ll kiss it better,” she replies tit for tat as she immediately does so. The shockwave comes like a sigh this time. It burns low. “Tell me more. Do you not enjoy a certain act?”

Leon watches her mouth work as her tongue licks around his nipple, following the red line of her scratch marks. “I’m not a fan of doggy position. Too impersonal...”

“You don’t like doing it to others?”

“Yeah.”

“What would you say if I did it to you?”

There’s a pause. Warm and slick, Ada’s tongue pokes at his nub. Leon groans.

“I’d…” He throws his head back and murmurs a silent prayer to the ceiling before looking back at her. She’s got her head down on his torso, strands of black hair masking half of her face. He can see her tongue slip out of her mouth, like a cat licking at a bowl of milk. His left nipple feels like it’s been drenched in cold and burning hot water at the same time 一 it’s on fire

“Ada, fuck. I don’t know. I’ve never thought of it.”

She takes him full in her mouth. He can feel her teeth scrape against the nub, small daggers, small fangs. Leon bucks his hips against her crotch. His cock hurts, trapped between her legs under four different fabrics.

When Ada releases him, it makes a little ‘ pop’ .

“That was my idea”, she says. Her pupils are blown, eyes almost entirely black.

“What?”

“You get to eat me out if I get to fuck you, Leon. That’s what I was talking about earlier. The surprise.” Ada must sense him tense up, because he sees the look in her eyes, like regret, like shame. She shouldn’t be ashamed. She can’t ever be ashamed, not for this. “Or 一 do you not want to? I understand if you don’t. We can do something else, I have other ideas in mind...”

“No!” Leon rushes to say. “No, it’s… it’s fine.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Are you sure ?”

Leon doesn’t know what possesses him. He who thought that the night would end with his mouth pressed against Ada’s pussy, has never really reflected on how the night would start. He takes it for granted as, usually, when he sleeps with a woman, he is the one in control, because they expect him to take charge, not because he wants to take charge. He’s just never questioned it.

But he's no longer timid with Ada. If anything, she gives him courage. And if she wants to try new things with him… then he’s game.

“I said I trusted you,” he says. “As long as you know what you’re doing and you’re not being a… a brute about it.”

Ada smirks at the callback.

“Promise,” she says. She pushes on his manhandled nipple like to fuck with him, and then she climbs off his lap and offers him a hand. “Up, Mr Kennedy. We have work to do.”

 

☆☆☆

 

 

When Ada pulls the strap-on out of her bag and places it on the bedside table, Leon wonders how long she’s been planning this and how the hell she knew that he would agree. He isn’t an open-book, is he? Is there an arrow above his head, with ‘bottom’ in capital letters on his forehead without him even knowing about it?

His erection hasn’t come down since they moved from the couch to the bed. They start with Leon on his back, slightly propped up against the headboard with Ada at his side kissing him. She’s got one of her legs thrown over his calf, gently rubbing at the nipple she’s mistreated the least. At one point, she asks him to lift up and they take off his pants together. 

Leon kicks them at the end of the bed, then he just lays there, breathless as Ada sticks her tongue down his throat. Goddamnit she’s so hot. She lets go of his nipple to slide her hand down his chest, down to his boxer briefs. He moans when she wraps her fist around his dick.

“Okay,” he croaked. “The thing is, I’m gonna burst if you keep doing this. It wouldn’t be ideal.”

“We’ve barely started,” Ada protests. She does let go of him, though. His frantic heartbeat loves her for it.

“I wouldn’t want to cut this night short”, he explains, "for me or for you.”

She rubs her palm up and down Leon’s bare thigh. “It’s alright. There are multiple ways for a man to orgasm, just as there are multiple ways for a woman. I don’t mind it if you come too soon. We do have all night.”

“Well I’ve never cum twice in one night.” Leon laughs.

Ada pouts. “Poor you. You’re about to be in for a treat.”

She pulls his boxers down far enough that Leon’s cock springs free, then she smiles at him all the way as she rolls them down his legs. Leon's face burns as red as Ada's favourite lipstick color. He tries not to look down at his body, and just stares intently at her mouth, bruised by the kissing, pulled into an everlasting smile.

“It’s not fair,” Leon finally struggles out.

Ada looks up to his face, nonplussed. “What isn't?"

“You’re still wearing clothes, and I’m the one about to get fucked. I deserve an eyeful at least.”

“You deserve an eyeful?” she repeats with humor. “Leon Kennedy, the ultimate selfless man, the president’s very own bodyguard, has demands ?”

“I did ask if I could put my mouth on you before you asked to fuck me in the ass, Ada. I’ve always had demands.”

Ada kisses him. “I know. I like it when you show that you do.”

She rolls out of the bed in all gracefulness, turning her back on him before grasping at the sides of her skirt and pushing it down her legs. When she bends forward to kick it off her ankles, Leon has the most beautiful view of her ass. He’s guilty of thinking too hard about it, but the real thing is a thousand times better. 

Her thong, black lace just like her bra, disappears between her plump cheeks. A wave of newfound want washes over Leon as Ada moves her hips softly, looking over her shoulder to meet his burning stare 一 damn this woman. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Like what you see?”

From his naked spot on the bed, Leon is suddenly sullen. “I’d like to touch what I see.”

“Later,” she sings. “Be a good, selfless boy first.”

She takes the condom in his drawer (how does she know where to look, wait, how long has she been planning for this?) and rolls it on three of her fingers, then she grabs the lube on the bedside table. Leon’s breath gets stuck in his throat. Silent, he watches her pump a good amount on her fingers. She gently rubs them together, the sounds wet and sticky, then crawls over to his side.

‘I’m about to have her fingers in me .’

That thought gets Leon to panic, because he didn’t know before today that he even wanted to try that. And what if he ends up hating anal sex? What if he ends up bad at anal sex?

What if he disappoints Ada?

"And I thought I was prepared by always having one condom in my jeans." Leon says, damn near hyperventilating but trying really hard to sound casual, while Ada puts her cold, slick fingers on the inside of his thigh.

The cruel woman doesn’t answer. She only chuckles before crushing their mouths together.

He’s got to give it to her, it’s a good distraction. Leon almost forgets that she’s about to put her fingers in his ass 一 oh, okay. There they are. He feels the slow, tender press against his rim and he can’t help the grunt that escapes his lips. Ada stills for a second and breaks away from him. Leon’s dizzy. She looks for something on his face, maybe pain, or rejection, but Leon has none of those in store. There’s the stress, still. But no pain comes when Ada slides a finger into him.

Leon breathes into her mouth, closing his eyes as he focuses on the foreign feeling.

“You need to use your words,” Ada says, her breath hot against his open lips. The way she demands it of him... how the hell have they not had sex sooner? “How do you feel? Good?”

“Fuck,” Leon replies.

“Good. I’m going to start slow to stretch you a little, then I’m going to speed up. Don’t be afraid to tell me to stop whenever you want.”

Leon hums as she pumps her wrist slowly. He nuzzles against her shoulder, focusing all his concentration into feeling her, all of her . From her skin giving off heat, to the way he senses her muscles work; to her small, soft finger penetrating him, in and out, just like he knows how to do it to a woman 一 and now just like she knows how to do it to him

It’s not as intense as getting jerked off, and he’ll never be able to orgasm this way, at least not yet. Leon supposes it’ll come to him over time. But it is… something .

Then a second finger slides in and Leon's eyes pop open.

“Leon?” she asks, alarmed.

He swallows his saliva. “Just gotta get used to it.”

“Talk to me. Is it painful?”

“No, it’s just… weird.”

Ada shifts then; she throws a leg over his thighs to straddle them, keeping the finger of her right hand inside him while putting her other hand around his cock and Leon gasps. Alarmed, he looks down where they both meet.

“Uh. Don’t… don’t go too fast.”

“It’s to get you used to the feeling,” she says. “I want you to have fun too.”

Leon nods and Ada starts to slowly stroke him. “Oh.”

She’s never been that gentle with him. She treats him with care, like he’s glass, like he’s clay, modeling him to her taste. When she adds a phalanx, he clenches, and she pauses to give him time to adjust. Then she goes deeper. Leon’s legs shake, but they’re held steady under her thighs. He feels her fingers twist and turn inside him, and he has to shut his eyes when he feels the sudden press of her palm between his cheeks signaling that this is the furthest she can go for now.

It's not long until Leon starts to pant. His breaths pick up minute by minute, until he literally feels sweat roll down his cheekbone to the pillow. His hands clench and move about not knowing what to do or where to settle. He’s trapped in a constant state of too much and not enough , where the pleasure is steady but won’t go down or up, driving him to frustration.

“Ada,” Leon says because he doesn’t want to appear too needy either, “Ada.”

She looks up at his face, looking the most smug she’s ever looked. “ Leon ,” she only replies, adding a third finger then.

Fuck , he’s gotta touch something. Something, anything. He feels around for her thighs and takes them in his fists, squeezing them, not so hard it’d bruise. In return, Ada pumps her fingers faster, and circles the head of his cock with her thumb, smearing precum. Leon throws his head back into his pillow as she scissors her fingers apart.

The moan that escapes him is downright appalling .

“Have I hit your sweet spot?” he hears her ask low on his tongue.

“I 一” She’s fast , she’s fast , and it’s hard to think.

"You'll know when I've found your prostate."

“I don’t know. No. No. Not yet. Wait 一”

Leon doesn’t want to come. He doesn’t want to fuck it up and cut the night short. He doesn’t want her to leave, and abandon him on his bed, in the dark, in the loneliness of his apartment. He has nothing else to do. He has nothing else to live for.

Ada’s fingers curl on themselves. He feels it just as she feels it, and she presses upwards. It’s a trigger. Leon’s back bows off the sheets, mouth open. Ada gives him a biting kiss.

“There,” she says. Her voice is rough. “Come on, Leon. Come on, handsome. You’re doing so good.”

Leon barely hears her over the heartbeat in his ears. She drags her hand between their two bodies to close around his cock, and her fingers nudge against his prostate again, the small little thing that’s causing everything, and Leon closes his eyes.

He comes, hard . All sounds around him are muted, and all that stays is that explosion within him, spilling out between the two of them, on his stomach, on Ada’s chest. The pleasure comes in waves, spikes of electricity racing up his spine to dance like fireworks behind his eyelids. He’s closed them so tight it hurts.

Shit ,” he hears himself say, gasping. “ Holy shit, Ada .”

He feels her brush his hair away from his face and doesn’t even give a shit about where her hand has been.

“Indeed,” she asks. Her fingers are still inside him. His rim pulses around her as the shocks of pleasure slowly wear off. “You look so beautiful fucked out, Leon.”

“I do?” he asks in a groan. “Damn, I’m gonna be sore for days.”

She laughs and slowly unsticks herself from him, sits back on his thighs. “What do you mean… I haven’t even used the dildo yet.”

“... God .”

“I thought you had proper training,” He sees the fake worry furrowing her brows, the little playful pout pulling her lips down. “What happened to tough, hardy, bold agent Kennedy?”

“He hasn’t ever been fucked like that, is what happened.” Leon grumbles as she slowly pulls her fingers out of him. “ Ffff… okay. Hmph . You really want to keep going? Don’t you want me to…”

He gestures to her, because she looks perfectly fine with not getting to have an orgasm just yet but he certainly is not okay with that.

“That can wait.” Ada says. “Besides… I’m a giver.”

You are a giver? You , Ada?”

“You don’t get to use sarcasm on me, Leon. After all I’ve done for you...” she taunts, wriggling her sticky fingers at him. “And all I still have to do. Do you want my dick, or not?”

Leon’s cock remains exhausted, and he’s definitely not going to be firming up in five minutes either. But there’s something about Ada that makes Leon want to say yes to her all the time. 

Maybe it’s her voice, commanding yet mellow. Maybe it’s her body and that ass of hers, enough to drive any man wild. Or maybe it’s just because Leon loves her.

He closes his legs together and rolls to his side with a grunt.

“Let me get clean first.”

Ada’s laugh follows his limp to the bathroom.

 

 

☆☆☆

 

 

When Leon returns to the room, hair washed, cum cleaned off his stomach, dick still limp because he’s no longer an hormonal teenage boy, Ada is touching herself on his bed. 

She’s on her knees, back to him, her right hand snaked between her legs and her lace thong lightly tugged to the side. And he can see it all. The firm roundness of her ass, every inch of it for him only to see; the glorious nakedness of her pussy lips, glistening in the warm light of the bedside lamp; and her two fingers pumping in and out of her like they did it to him

First, he thinks: how dare she. Because knowing Ada, she knows full-well what she’s doing. She probably put herself in this angle, in this position, she’s probably moaning this very specific way because it would get him fired up. Because it would get him worked up. Because it’s working.

“So much for ‘that can wait’.”

Ada has her cheek pressed against the pillow she fucked him on. Behind her ass, Leon sees her mouth stretch over a laugh, then over a moan, as she pulls her fingers out of her cunt and rubs at her clit.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Leon closes and opens his fists and just stands there like a goddamn fool.

He doesn’t know how long he watches her. Could be seconds, could be hours. He just knows that his throat is dry and that his cheeks are burning and that he feels like crying. 

He can’t believe that this is happening to him, to them, right now, that he gets to watch her touch herself in front of him. He would honestly pay for the show. He would honestly pay to just sit right there, to sew his mouth shut as she comes all over herself, and he doesn’t even give a shit if he doesn’t get to touch her. Because that doesn’t matter. The only important thing, is her .

But then Ada stops. He doesn’t get to see her orgasm. Perhaps that’s a story for later. She sits back on her heels, and poised, relaxed, like she wasn’t just masturbating under Leon’s watch, combs her hair with her oiled fingers.

“Well?” she asks matter-of-factly. “Are you clean, pretty boy?” 

She turns her head around to him. Her eyes drop to his dick, and stay there, glimmering. “ Good boy . And here you doubted you could go for a second round earlier… But I didn’t. I’ve always known you were a fast learner.”

Leon breathes out through the nose. “You mean you were just… doing that to make me hard again?”

The corner of her lip gets tugged up. “I’ve also always known you were a genius.”

Cocky. 

“Okay, so.” Leon licks his lips and carefully approaches the bed. She watches him sit next to her, so patient it seems controlling. He signed up for this. He signed up for her. And he’s getting her. “About that dick of yours.” Ada archs a brow, and smiles. She leans over him and delicately plays with the little hair behind his neck. “I’m ready for it.”

“Yes?”

“Yeah. I… don’t make me say it again.”

“Go on.”

“I want your dick,” Leon breathes, wrapping his arm around her waist. He feels her smile against his shoulder. “Damnit, Ada, do not make me say that again.”

“I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, Leon,” Ada says, her smile so wide it’s reaching her ears. She starts to shift into position and he releases her waist, lowers himself on the bed, head against the pillows.  “Everything that you say to me, you actually want to say. It’s all you. Not me.” She kisses the corner of his mouth. “And it just so happens that you want to take my strap-on so bad that you’re practically begging me.”

“Hmph,” Leon does. “I don’t beg.”

Hmph,” Ada taunts, giving him another peck that Leon chases before she reaches for something on his bedside. “Yes you do.”

“I don’t .”

“You don’t even know yourself.”

“And you’re here to teach me?” he throws back, because he’s actually having the fun of his life right now, no matter what he may say.

“Teach you that you love getting pegged, Leon?” she says, and she dangles the harness in front of him. Leon swallows his cheeky smirk down. “Teach you that you love my dildo fucking you? That you love it when I’m seven inches, balls deep inside you?”

Leon looks at the aforenamed dildo. It’s slightly bent upwards like a real dick, but it’s entirely black, and he definitely wouldn’t say that it’s seven inches. “Somebody lied to you, that's five. Maximum.”

“We’ll work up to seven,” Ada throws casually, and Leon knows that he has a bright future ahead of him. “I can tell you’re a size queen.”

At that point, Leon’s laughing. “I’m a what?”

Ada leaves the bed for a second to tug the harness up her legs. “A slut, Leon.” She adjusts the straps around her hips, tightening them enough that Leon can see it mark her flesh. It makes her ass pop, so Leon’s a happy man. “You are a slut.”

“I’m a…” He loses his voice. Ada’s lubricating her dildo now, and it’s gone from ridiculous to serious in a snap, and his heart is beating erratically in his chest. “Alright.”

She looks surprised, but content. “Just like that? No more fighting?”

“No more playing,” he states as she opens his legs and settles between them. “This is the real thing.”

He feels the tiniest pressure against his rim and tries not to tense up. “It does help that the real thing involves you loving to take my dick.”

Ada ,” Leon warns, and then the head of the dildo is pressed up against his rim, and he forgets whatever it is he was going to say.

“Remember,” she says softly, her left hand warm on the inside of his thigh, spreading his legs wide. He looks down where her dick is against him. A pool of warmth spreads in his abdomen. His own dick isn’t yet really up, but with the way Ada’s handling him, it will probably be soon. “You tell me how you feel. Bad or good. Especially when it’s good.” 

The pressure against his rim is hot when she leans forward to take his lips. Leon meets her enthusiastically, focusing on the taste of her washed lipstick. “I’m going to show you how good sex can be, handsome,” she murmurs.

The tip of her dildo breaches his loosened rim. Leon grunts, and Ada kisses him harder, using the opening of his mouth as a way to shove her tongue down his throat. He moans inside her as she releases her dick and grips his hips instead. Then she pushes forward, slightly.

The stretch feels huge . It isn’t, of course, because Ada has been nice enough to select a slim and average length dildo for his first time, thank God, but it still feels huge to Leon. It’s hard, and strangely warm, and so weirdly… her. Comforting.

He exhales through the mouth, fast. “You can go in. You can… you can go in.”

Ada eases into him, bit by bit. At first his hands lie on either side of his body in order to push himself up, but now returns the same problem as before; the need to fucking touch something, anything. 

He scrabbles at Ada’s chest, taking in his hand her breast, before sinking down to her waist, to her butt. He takes her cheeks in his wide palms, not even covering them whole. God, he can’t wait to chew on that. He thinks about her ass as she slowly edges in his.

“Leon?” he hears her say.

“Good,” he instantly replies. “It’s good. It’s…"

The words get lost somewhere in his chest as she forces one more inch of dildo all at once. He feels her fingers brush up to his face, cup his cheek. Crazed in his search for comfort, Leon nestles against the contact.

“Baby?” she says, softer than she’s ever been.

He’s going to start crying if she keeps saying this.

“It’s fー it’s fine,” Leon breathes. “It’s a lot.”

“Can you take it?”

“I can take it. I love you, I can take it.”

Leon doesn’t even register that the three words have left his mouth. He’s too focused on the pressure, building up and up in his belly, and the feeling of her hand nuzzled against his cheek, acting like a barrier, like a shield, like a protector. He says them so casually. As only the most beautiful of truths can be said.

Ada freezes, for a short second. She brushes the sweat of his forehead, and leaves a single kiss between his brows.

Then she slowly slides out of him, only to push back inside. Leon cries out. It should be embarrassing, how much noise he’s making. In the back of his mind, there’s still the stupid, toxic expectation of what a man should sound like in bed 一 all poise and self-restraint, with the only sounds being low, controlled grunts, and here Leon is behaving like a damn pornstar. 

But honestly, he’s getting his ass railed. He’s allowed a little bit of noise. And he only gets louder.

The slide of her cock is satisfying in a way he’s never experienced before. He makes vowels as she pushes deeper inside him, widening him more and more as more and more of the dildo pushes on.

“Shit . You're so fucking big ,” Leon says, voice and thighs shaking. He feels Ada’s other hand come to his rim, to where they’re joined, and feel him there. He’s going to explode . “Is it always, damnit , is it always like that for you?”

“Does that mean it’s bad?” she asks hoarsely.

“No,” he quickly replies. “No. It’s good. Bigger than three fingers,” he laughs then, before his laugh comes out as a whine as Ada goes in further than she’s ever gone. “There's m-more?”

She pulls her gaze off Leon’s face, down to where she enters him. “Almost there, baby. Just an inch.”

“Then you’re… balls deep.”

It works. Ada breaks into a ringing laugh. Then she bottoms out.

Fuck!

Leon accidentally scratches her ass.

He has a short sob, like a harsh hiccup, and he scrambles to cup her face. “Sorry, Ada! Sorry. I’m sorry.”

She looks at him, and all of a sudden, Leon remembers what it feels like to be wary of Ada Wong.

“I take it you didn’t open your ears properly when I told you what I can’t stand,” she says, her tone the most detached he’s ever heard it yet.

Leon awkwardly shifts from under her, but he’s got five inches up his ass, and any movement makes him pant. “I heard you correctly,” he groans. “No nipple pulling, no butt scratching.”

Ada smiles. It’s toothless. She’s so scary that it makes his dick twitch against his stomach.

“Leon,” she purrs, taking him tighter at his lower back with one hand, while the other pushes down on his chest. Leon doesn’t fight it. He goes along with the motion, sinking into the bed as he feels his hips leave the sheets. Holy shit , he thinks vaguely as his heart beats with the prospect of a consequence for his action, she’s so strong and so beautiful , “I hope for you that it didn’t draw blood.”

Leon’s problem is that he has a mouth that likes to run, nothing to lose, and that he also really, really wants Ada to start moving. He won’t admit that though. Not explicitly. But what he can do is what they both do best: fight .

So Leon fights.

“What, you’re gonna pull out now?”

And Ada loves to fight back.

“Do you want me to be angry that bad, Leon?”

“If that’d make you start fucking me, I don’t see why the hell I wouldn’t.”

Ada stares at him for a couple of seconds. He can tell she loves it. It’s in the way her eyes glimmer, and the way her lip tugs up in the smallest way, and the way her fingers softly squeeze at the skin of his lower back, tenderly.

“I called it,” she says. “You’re such a slut.”

Leon could die for her.

Ada takes his hands off her butt and interlaces their fingers, pushes them back into the bed next to his head. Then she slides her dildo almost entirely out of him. And slams back all the way.

“The next time you try this, Leon,” she says harshly, the nails of her fingers digging into the back of his hand as she thrusts and thrusts, “I will tie you to this bed. You hear me? I will tie your hands and your feet apart, and I’ll blindfold you, and you’ll choke on my gag. You won’t even be able to come with the cock ring I’ll put on you. You’ll be stuck with ten inches of dick up your ass and no way to move, and it’ll keep rubbing against your prostate, and you’ll be absolutely powerless. You’ll be nothing under me. Just a poor, mindless boy, split open on my cock, begging for my mercy.”

Ada hitches her hips forward again and again and Leon is gone .

“Or maybe I’ll use a buttplug,” she says, and she leaves one of his hands to twist his nipple. “A vibrating one. And you’ll wear it when you go on a mission, because you’re such a good boy , and I’ll activate it randomly. What a show that will be. A beautiful, perfect spectacle. I’ll watch it from afar, I’ll watch you squirm in pleasure, unable to stop it, completely, utterly helpless to any danger. Maybe I’ll come in the nick of time just to save you.” 

She leans to his neck, and sucks on it, and Leon moans, and moans, and moans. 

“Maybe I’ll suck your cock to comfort you after so much pain. Mhm . Maybe I’ll do just that.”

Holy shit, Ada ,” Leon keens low in his throat as she thrusts a certain way, getting the angle just right. “Holy shhh…”

“You’re so beautiful like this, Leon. And you’re taking me so good, handsome, I’m so proud of you.”

He doesn’t know how long it goes on. She breaks off the act, once, to ask her if he’s fine. Even though he does appreciate it, he can’t say ' I’m okay' , he can’t say ' just keep going', he can’t even say ' I love you so much' while she’s manhandling him, but what he can do is a weak stuttering “gnnn”. 

She’s got her hands everywhere on him. One second they’re on his nipples and the other she’s grabbing him by the hips, and the next they’re all over his face, pulling at his hair, engulfing his cheek, slipping near his lips.

Leon’s stretched out and strung out. If it goes any longer, he’s probably going to burst.

“Did I hit it?”

The sounds are wet and harsh; Leon almost didn’t hear her over the noise they’re making.

“Hit?” he repeats, gasping and stammering.

“Your prostate, Leon. Did I hit your prostate?”

He looks down at their joined bodies, at himself melting at the edges. “I don’t think I can… I’m not even fully hard, Ada —”

Her hips stutter. He moans through her motions.

“Don’t challenge me, Leon,” she says then. Her hand flies for a pillow near his head. She lures it to her and shoves it under Leon’s lower back. “How about now?”

Leon can’t speak. He just looks at her, takes her face in his palm and kisses her, and kisses her, kisses her, kisses her, swearing in his mind that he would never kiss another woman ever again.

He loves her he loves her he loves her he loves her, a hundred times and over.

Leon’s climax is sudden and intense. It reverberates throughout his body, from his toes to his head, up his spine and through his bones, throbbing in his tongue as Ada presses down on him. He moans on her lips, maybe says things, profanities or confessions, he isn’t sure. Ada kisses them all out of his mouth. Tears gather at the corner of his eyes.

She stays on top of him for a couple more minutes. She strokes at his head, where she’s pulled at his hair earlier. Leon keeps his eyes shut until the feeling fizzles out. Then a little after.

“Okay,” he finally says. “Okay .

“There you are,” Ada says. She kisses him again, softer. “How was it?”

Leon opens one eye, squints at her. “I think you broke my ass.”

When she laughs, she does it mouth closed, by expelling air out of her nose. She’s so cute.

“I don’t break what I like. I’ve had my eyes on your ass for so long, I don’t think my heart could take the loss.”

Leon gives a short, incredulous laugh. “You like my… wait. You like my ass?”

“Didn’t tonight already answer this question?” Ada brushes Leon’s damp hair away from his forehead. “I think you have a perfect little rump, agent Kennedy.”

He puts his hand above hers, serious as the dead, making her stop. “You’re telling me that all this time, when all I wanted was to feel your ass, you already wanted to feel mine ?”

Fuck yours,” she corrects kindly. “You’ll have to work up to fuck mine.”

“Yeah,” he says, still baffled. “I guess I just… never thought you’d want me as much as I want you.”

There are tears welling up in her eyes but none of them drop. It’s carefully controlled, and so beautifully emotional. “Are you always this lovesick after sex...?”

“Depends,” Leon just says, because they’ve both admitted to a lot already today and that’s frankly enough.

She slowly pulls out of him and he groans at the loss. A minute later once the strap-on is off, Ada is sitting on his face and Leon is happily eating her out with both her butt cheeks in his palms. He’s got his mouth full, so Ada is in charge of the talking; she tells him how she likes it best, how she likes her clit sucked, when he should dip his tongue in and where she refuses for him to go. 

He obeys, as always, like he has her gun to his head, and like he enjoys feeling the cold press on it against his temple, pushing him to be better. He ends up fingering her while licking at her clit as she murmurs his name, her fingers locked in his hair. 

Ada comes on top of him. She makes the most beautiful sounds, little sighs, short intakes. She kisses him afterwards, lightly tapping the wetness on his face with the sheets. He could die under her. He would.

“You don’t mind tasting yourself on me?” he asks when she nuzzles next to him, head against his chest and leg thrown over his lap in all her glorious nudity.

“I’ll suck you off tomorrow morning,” she replies. “Then, we’ll make out in the shower. We’ll be even.”

“Damn. I’ve never been so pumped to fall asleep.”

Slowly, Ada caresses the bridge of his nose with one finger. He closes his eyes, weariness taking its toll on him. “Do you usually have trouble sleeping?” she asks softly.

Leon gives a shrug with his eyebrows. “Sometimes,” he says, and then falls silent.

Ada’s fingers get lazier and lazier. They brush against his eyelids, then doze off to his cheeks and down to his lips, to finally settle on his collarbone. He can smell her hair tickling his chin. He can feel her warm body pressed up against his, and he loves the intimacy of it, the intimacy of them. She’s trapped an arm under her, so he idly feels around. He finds her butt, grabs a cheek. He feels Ada smile against his chest and lean into his touch. Yeah. He could really die under her.

Leon doesn’t have trouble falling asleep. He suspects there will be other nights; months of them, years of them if he gets lucky, of her kissing him, of her fucking him, and him fucking her. Of her dreaming, head on his chest, ear against his heart, scaring the nightmares away. Being together.

Yeah. There will be more after this night.

Notes:

Might turn into a series if yall like it! (it will turn into a series anyways i'm just looking for validation)

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