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“You think I give-“ Another powerful thrust into the man in front of him, hard enough to nearly trap his body fully between himself and the stall door. “a single shit about the possibility of others hearing you right now?”
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Leon was pissed, far beyond what the spaniard man currently being fucked into oblivion had ever seen, even during their rescue mission from Valdelobos. Granted, his anger had not been unwarranted, and this is precisely the reaction he had hoped for from his precious yanqui.
Tonight had started out fairly normal, for them anyway. A simple day off for Leon, and another day for Luis to adjust to normal life again. The run down bar seemed like the perfect place for both of their objectives, opting to go out as a pair. Few people, all unfamiliar, which worked great for both of them.
That is, until Luis picked up on someone watching him. A lone señorita. She was pretty, around his own age, if Luis had to guess. Dirty blonde hair, bright green eyes, slim waist, with a soft look on her face. Luis would go as far as to say she definitely was attractive, though, she wasn’t who Luis wanted. Couldn’t blame a man for looking, though.
Luis was nothing, if not a flirt. His suave charm was part of his best personality traits, coming as naturally to him as breathing. If he couldn’t have the man beside him, what harm could it be to reciprocate her advances to stave himself off? He is only a man, after all.
Luis smiled at her, and waved her over before feeling a jab in his ribs. He rubs the spot, looking over to see Leon with an agitated look on his face. “Aye, sancho, that hurt! I know you like rough, but damn.” Luis says, with a faint look of mock hurt in his eyes.
Whatever has Leon agitated, clearly Luis’ playful comment hadn’t been received well. “Stop playing around. We don’t want people here knowing our faces.” He says in a stern voice, eyes fixated straight onto Luis.
“No harm, right? we’ll only be here another night or two at most.. Besides, it’s been awhile, no?” Luis truly has no interest in going further with this señorita, lovely as she may be, but that doesn’t stop him from egging Leon on, if only to bring a reaction out of him.
As if on cue, the girl finally made her way over to the pair. Mostly to Luis, but even he saw the way she had to double take a glance at Leon. Everyone does, as the man is a walking wet dream.
Dirty blonde hair, just a shade darker than this girls own. Toned body from years of training, a perfect face, and those arms… Luis has to shake those thoughts from his head, realizing he’d been staring at him the same as the señorita.
Luis turns to talk to her, but before he can even get a word out, he’s being roughly grabbed by his shoulder and directed to follow Leon, whose body is wrought with tension. “Bathroom.” The only word Leon gives him, seemingly directed at both him, and the girl, as Leon gives her a deathly glare.
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“Where’d your focus go, Don Quixote?” Leon says, grabbing his hair and forcing his head to turn back to attention. Luis always imagined this. Maybe under better circumstances, perhaps, but this will do just fine. “Flirting your way around the bar.. If you’re that desperate for it, you come to me next time, understand?”
“Didn’t- aaa-“ a particularly harsh thrust sent his body clashing with the stall door, a jarring sound creaking from the hinges. “I didn’t know you were an option.” The spaniard groans out with bated breath, clinging to the top of the stall to avoid falling.
“Yet you thought some random girl was?” Leon was fucking up into him proper now, grinding his cock into the deepest parts of Luis. Leon had made it known quite early into the encounter that taking hold of his own cock was off limits, earning him a slap on his wrist when he had tried. No matter, he was equally turned on regardless.
The sheer show of strength, the aggression, Leon’s brutal pace, “Mierda.. Mierda!” Luis was so close, but having been kept on edge by Leon, he was so sensitive.
“You’re so caught up in your own fantasies you haven’t even noticed you’ve got a fan watching, have you?” Leon growls into his ear. Luis’ eyes shot open, he hadn’t even realized they’d been closed, as he takes in their surroundings. It’s just a bathroom stall, the doors locked, he truly had no idea what Leon meant.
Leon grabs his face and points his direction down, towards a glory hole Luis hadn’t noticed before. He half expects a cock to be greeting him, all things considered. But what he sees instead is a familiar pair of bright green eyes staring up at him through the opening, watching him get pounded into oblivion. The same green eyes that he saw across the bar earlier. The señorita.
“Mierda..” He exclaims. He bets this isn’t what the girl had in plan when she walked over to him earlier. He stops to wonder just how long she’s been there.
As if reading his mind, Leon leans over and whispers, “Walked in right after us..” Leon bit the nape of his neck, harsh enough for Luis to feel his teeth binding into the flesh there, almost as though he was marking him. “You should pay more attention to your surroundings, take things more seriously..” Leon growls again, licking at the spot he left on his neck.
Luis is nothing more than a whimpering mess, cock flushed and leaking against the stall, the only friction he’s been allowed, trapped between it and his body. “Go on.. Let her hear you. Let everyone in this damn town hear what you really wanted.”
Luis had tried to be quiet. But if Leon wanted a show, who was he to deny him?
“Sancho.. Tan áspero.. Mierda.. Justo ahí!” Luis screams, nearly sobbing. Leon fucks into him roughly, shoving his whole body against him. Pulling out to the tip, running his hands down Luis’ body to take hold of his hips in a bruising grip, steadying him before slamming back in in quick succession.
“Fuck.. Fuck.. How are you so..-“ Leon grunts, reaching down to finally, finally, grasp at Luis’ cock, running his hand over it tentatively before getting a full grasp and working him at a faster pace, similar to his own. “Fucking, tight.”
Both men are out of breath, and if Luis’ brain wasn’t so fucked out, he may have been ashamed at the noises being forced out of his mouth, how loud he was being. He wasn’t usually so vocal during sex, then again, usually he wasn’t the one being fucked. There’s a first time for everything, he chuckles to himself.
“This seem funny to you?” Leon asks, hand running over the head of his cock, fingers digging in slightly to his slit, just hard enough to warn off his laughter.
Luis squeals, but he can’t stop his hips from pushing into the sensation, nonetheless. Tears are falling out of his eyes now, the pressure on his cock, the most sensitive part at that, and the way Leon’s still grinding into him, showing absolutely no mercy.
Leon’s losing his pace, his hips stuttering, and Luis knows he’s close. Leon turns his face, towards his own, and bites at his lips. Leon hasn’t kissed him the entire time, so Luis had thought that was a no go for him. Yet, it seems Leon had just been holding out on him.
Leon pushes his tongue in, bullying his way into the spaniards mouth, who opened up all too eager for him. They both let out a groan, Leon biting against Luis’ lips, tugging on his bottom lip between his teeth before pushing his tongue back in, taking over Luis’ mouth and stealing his moans for his own.
Leon’s hips push deep, the sounds of them ricocheting throughout surely the entire bathroom, his hand quickly bringing Luis to release, a much needed orgasm, leaving him breathless and clutching to the stall, borderline of passing out from the pleasure.
Leon’s hand doesn’t ease up, working him through his release, making Luis squirm against him, trying to get away from the overstimulating hand. Leon goes deeper, harder, once, twice, then he’s stilling inside of him, gripping his hip with his free hand, holding them tightly together.
Luis is panting, body and mind absolutely wrecked as he feels Leon fill him up, can feel the other man’s release coating his insides. The only sounds he’s capable of releasing now are heady breaths, and Leon seems the same. Holding him there, holding them together, coming down from his high, catching their breaths together, Leon slowly, tenderly rubbing along Luis’ sides, his ribs, down to still over sensitive cock, giving it a teasing squeeze with a grin along his face.
“Mierda! Give me a second or two at least, sancho!” Luis chastises, trying to separate himself from Leon, much to the other man’s disappointment.
“Thought it’s been awhile, Luis, surely you could go for round two?” Leon says, though he’s already grabbing tissue to help Luis clean himself, before both of them gather their discarded clothing.
“It has, but… Mierda, vas duro.” It’s then that Luis catches another glance down. He’s all but forgotten they had an audience, maybe that’s why Leon had gone so rough, had felt the need to show off.
“Come on, we’ve caused enough of a commotion here. Should leave before we get kicked out for a noise complaint.” Says Leon, with a deep laugh, a genuine smile splayed on his face. Leon notices Luis’ eyes, and the green eyes staring back at him. “Sorry, sweetheart, the spanish bastard is with me.”