forum One on One Thing? (Closed)

Started June 26, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher’s kissing became a bit more eager. He loved how Leon’s lips felt, and how he tasted. He couldn’t get enough of him.

Leon leaned back a bit to mess with him, not pulling away, while smiling against Thatcher's lips. He squeezed Thatcher's hand as they kissed.

Thatcher noticed how Leon teased him, and he nipped softly at Leon’s lower lip. He pulled Leon back to him, his arm a bit tighter around his waist now.

Leon blushed slightly and wrapped both of his arms around Thatcher's neck, pulling him closer.

Thatcher kissed Leon for a moment longer before suddenly sweeping the other off of his feet. He carried Leon bridal style to the sofa before sitting down with Leon on his lap.

Leon blushed even more and held onto Thatcher when he was picked up. He glanced at the stab wounds for a second. "Do you want to change into a different shirt?"

Thatcher looked down at himself and nodded his head slowly. “That would be best. I think I have another shirt in the other room,” he said. He pecked Leon’s lips one final time before getting up.

"Okay then," Leon smiled at Thatcher when he got up. He quickly checked his phone to see if there were any open jobs.

Thatcher stepped away and out of the room. He ran a hand through his hair as he unbuttoned his button down, taking it off. He found a shirt that would fit him, and he walked back into the living room as he pulled it on over his head.

Leon glanced at Thatcher when he entered the living room and smiled at him, putting his phone away.

“Does this look fine?” Thatcher asked. He glanced down at the simple, dark tshirt that he was wearing.

Leon nodded, glancing at Thatcher's shirt. "Yep," He answered.

“Alright, good,” Thatcher answered. He stepped over and sat down on the couch. His arm reached around the back of the couch to go around Leon.

Leon smiled a bit and pecked Thatcher's lips. "So, what do you want to do?" He asked.

“I am not sure. What is there to do here?” Thatcher asked, smiling faintly when Leon peck his lips. He shifted closer to Leon, slightly pressed up against the other now.

"There isn't much to do in my house since I don't spend a lot of time here," Leon answered. He leaned into Thatcher as he glanced around his house.

“Well, where do you spend most of your time at?” Thatcher asked. He was genuinely curious to know. He wanted to know plenty of things about Leon.

"I'm usually at the coffee shop, we met at, working a lot," Leon answered. He normally would have been in the coffee shop, either talking to his friends or working.

“We could get coffee, then, if you would like,” Thatcher offered. H3r might try to drink some, whethe he liked it or not.

"It's your choice, I'm fine with whatever," Leon answered. He cuddled into Thatcher, burying his face into Thatcher's chest.

Thatcher gave a loose shrug as he looked down at Leon. “We could do that. I need to go out anyways to check on Nike,” he said, giving Leon’s body a gentle squeeze.

"It's been a long time since I've seen her, where is she?" Leon asked. He looked up at Thatcher and pecked his cheek, smiling a bit.

“She is probably in the woods near here. She wouldn’t go far from where I am,” Thatcher said. He then felt a bit guilty. He had been so concentrated on Leon that he partly neglected Nike.

"Okay then. So, let's go check on her?" Leon asked. He got up and glanced at clock, then at Thatcher.

Thatcher nodded his head a bit. He got up and stretched, giving Leon a small smile. He walked to the door and opened it, holding it for Leon before going out.

Leon smiled back and walked out the door. "Thanks," He said, following Thatcher.

Thatcher nodded and began to walk, looking around as he slowed. He didn’t know where she would be, but she wouldn’t go too far, hopefully.

Leon quietly walked beside Thatcher while walking around with his hands in his pockets. He leaned a bit closer to Thatcher as they walked.

Thatcher glanced over at Leon, a small smile teasing on his lips. He wrapped an arm around Leon’s waist, tugging the boy close.

Leon squeaked in surprise and blushed, glancing at Thatcher. "Why did you do that?" He asked, a small smile on his lips.