blakemadden:
Time was a funny thing. It moved without permission, and it’s conceptual speed varied from person to person. For Leo, since he had stepped off of the train with Blake, it had moved fast. He found himself falling back into a terrible habit that he had believed had let go of him months ago. But here he was being gripped hard by the habit or rather the person whom had manifested herself into an addiction. His addiction. Hearing her uneven breathing and feeling her fingers curled onto themselves through his curls, was only a fragment of the situation he was enjoying. Leo was positioned in between Blake’s legs and had been in some way since the day the two had reunited. And this time, he was laying on his stomach with his face buried between her thighs. he delved his tongue into her slit, lapping up the pooled juices there. leo’s eyes closed and he moaned at her taste coating his tongue once again. he was greedy for it. his nose and beard stimulated the sensitive skin as his jaw opened up wider to suck at her folds closer to her entrance. his tongue teased her hole and he tasted her more potently. it caused a vulgar moan to come from him causing him to purr into her slippery flesh. his hands acting like restraints to keep her open to him as he continued the motion again.