A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes [Petshop of Horrors, Leon/Count D, NC-17]

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Title: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes
Author: goddesswashu
Fandom: Petshop of Horrors
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: 6 - Petshop of Horrors, Leon/D: somnophilia – D looked like a version of some sleeping beauty
Word Count: 542
Note: Sorry for the extreme lateness of this, I hope you like it.



Leon has never seen D caught unawares like this before, completely and utterly vulnerable. Slouched in an overstuffed arm chair with his hands folded loosely on his chest, the rise and fall of which are the only signs of life, he looks like a Disney princess, awaiting to be woken by a kiss.

Leon quashes the urge to hum "Someday My Prince Will Come" as he approaches the sleeping beauty. Trying to make his way across the half-lit room amidst all of D's various tchotchkes is a bit nerve wracking, but he manages to do so without awaking him.

D's hair lies in a curtain of ebony across his face, obscuring his features. With a featherlight touch Leon sweeps a few locks to the side, enjoying the satiny feel of it and the silken smoothness of D's skin. His fingers make their way down to D's jaw and then over to his lips, which lay half open in sleep, a peek of pink tongue just visible beyond them. D gives a small moan and shifts, his hands fall from their resting place on his chest and to his sides. Leon freezes, his fingers hovering above the Count's sleeping countenance until he is sure that he's still asleep.

Once he is, he gently opens the fastenings to D's changshan, located at his throat and near his right armpit. The garment gapes open, revealing the porcelain planes of his chest and stomach, flawless and smoothly muscled. Leon is mere centimeters from D now, when he blinks his eyelashes brush across his skin. He breathes in the scent of him, clean skin and smoky incense. He tastes as good as he smells. His tongue leaves a trail of moisture down his abdomen all the way down to the thatch of curls above his cock.

D's eyes flutter open as the hot moisture of Leon's mouth envelopes his burgeoning erection. A moan escapes him as Leon's head bobs up and down his length, his tongue laving his shaft. D comes with a shout, Leon's name spilling from his lips. Leon swallows every drop, licking his lips. D lays panting in the chair, basking in the afterglow when Leon grasps his hips, pulling him to the edge of the chair. As his legs are raised into the air and over Leon's shoulder, D notes that Leon is entirely naked except for a pair of white socks.

Leon's erection is already slicked with lube when he plunges into D. He groans aloud with pleasure as he is encompassed in tight heat. Any intentions to go slow are thrown aside as soon as he begins and D doesn't seem to mind one bit. Leon's hands are full with D's legs so he attends to his own erection, his hand easily sliding up and down his cock as it is already slick with his come. As they both begin to arrive at their own orgasms D begins to tighten around Leon, as Leon increases his pace. They cry out with seconds of each other, Leon spilling inside of D and D spilling across his own stomach and chest.

Leon drapes himself next to D, The Count taking up barely any room in the overly large chair.

"Good morning, D."

"Good morning, Leon."

Comments

[lady-ganesh.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty mental image!