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Leon looks at this younger version of Chris and warm fondness blooms in his chest. He's cute. when they'd met, he'd had such stars in his eyes; Chris had seemed so much older, so worldly, but now, with thirty years between them, he can see the self-assured facade hides inexperience and shyness, and god he wants to eat this kid alive.
This Chris looks at him with a cocky grin around the same brand of cigarettes he's been smoking for decades, and says, "What can I do ya for, Mr. Kennedy?"
"Cut the crap, Redfield," he says, trying to hide a smile, "Get in here and get your pants off."
He watches the way Chris' eyes widen just a little before he drops the cigarette and scrambles to obey. Yeah, that's what he thought. Leon sits back on the bed with his whiskey, watching as Chris kneels to unlace his boots, before stripping off his gear. He's so eager his hands are shaking a little, and Leon scruffs him, reeling him in for a kiss. "Slow down. We've got time." It feels like they've got all the time in the world right now.
Chris shivers at the kiss, melting against him, and he makes a little noise like a puppyish whine. "Yessir."
"Good boy."
He goes all pink, in ways his older self never has, and Leon hums. He'll have to try that sometime. His hands are a little steadier while he unfastens his pants and gets his shirt off though, and Leon pulls him back in to bite at his ribs, the way he knows he likes. Chris gasps, breathless and whining, pressing his thighs together. Well, that won't do. Leon shoves his thighs apart, pressing between them to keep Chris from squirming, and bites down again, leaving more imprints of teeth over his chest.
"Ah- sir-"
Fuck, he could really get used to hearing that. Leon kisses down to Chris' cunt, and smirks as he spreads him wide, the slick noise making Chris blush a pretty scarlet. "Hair trigger, rookie?" he teases, and Chris throws an arm over his face, "Arms at your sides, I want to hear you." He doesn't say anything else, just buries his face between those thick thighs, and relishes the sound of Chris' hitching moan when he finally gets his mouth on him.
He knows exactly what Chris likes, years of experience in getting him off in what few stolen moments they can grab together, and he exploits that mercilessly now, dragging him into his first orgasm and then a second with barely any time to relax in between, making Chris thrash and swear under him. He pins his thighs, lapping at him, sucking on his cock and tracing the sensitive underside until Chris howls, jerking his hips and then collapsing as he pants, little whines leaving him with every breath.
"Please-" Chris manages, "I can't…"
"Yeah, you can," Leon purrs to him, leaning up for a kiss, mouth slick and sticky with the taste of him, "But it's my turn now."
He nods, head lolling, and Leon pulls back to strip down; Chris manages to prop himself up to watch, looking at him like he can't believe he's really getting to see this, and then tugs him in to trace his fingers over the scars collected over the decades. "I couldn't protect you," he says softly, and all Leon can do is smile.
"You have," he whispers, love blooming hot in his chest, for the man this Chris will become, "Trust me." He leans in to kiss him again, and Chris melts under him before he shifts, breaking away to tug Leon up to sit on his face.
For all Leon had teased the kid about a hair trigger, he's not going to last much longer either. This Chris doesn't know him like his own does, but he makes up for it with enthusiasm, eating him out like he's starving for it, and Leon's thighs are already trembling as he tries to hold himself up, cunt dripping messily all over Chris' mouth. He swears, fingers tangling in short dark hair as he comes, hips grinding down against that perfect mouth.
He barely manages to slump to the side afterward, and Chris pulls him close - that hasn't changed in the last thirty years either, he's still a damned cuddler - and tucks Leon's head under his chin. Leon lets himself hold Chris too, in a way he might not have, even ten years before. He's getting soft in his old age, he thinks with a soft snort, but really… it's so damn easy to love Chris, always has been. He just hadn't know how to let himself have this. Hadn't believed he deserved it; he still doesn't, some days, but Chris makes that easy too. He traces fingers over bare skin, where he knows familiar scars will be one day, and wishes he could protect this Chris, smiling and kind and soft, from the weight of the world he'll someday carry on his shoulders.
"You're thinking too much, feels like I didn't do my job right," Chris mumbles, half asleep, nuzzling into his hair.
Leon snorts. "Go to sleep, kid."