They had arrived. Leo’s gaze passed across his room, noting the dirty clothes in the corner, the empty bottles of wine and whisky littering the floor. It wasn’t a mess as such, but there was strong evidence that this room was lived in. At least he had had the good sense to leave the window open before he left, airing out the space, rather than entering to a lingering stench. For that much, he was grateful. Leander left the clothes and bottles where they were, rather than rushing around to tidy up - that would have been more obvious.
And anyway, he couldn’t have done so. Not with Breaker’s hands wrapped around him, holding him in place. The grip wasn’t restrictive, Leo knew he could have broken free and Breaker wouldn’t have stopped him, but he found he liked the older man holding him, and he was happy to stay in this position for as long as his legs would hold him up.
Leo’s head tilted backwards, resting on Breaker’s shoulder as he breathed out a sigh as he felt the other man’s nose nuzzling him just under his ear, followed by a kiss to the neck. “There are books,” Leander’s hand waved ineffectually over to the right, though neither of them were looking to see the hand motion, nor to look over to where he had indicated. The books mattered above all else. But at this time, in this moment, they faded into nothingness.
Both men were far too preoccupied, far too focused on one particular thing. Leo raised his glass to his mouth once more, downing the rest of the sweet liquid before groping blindly for a surface upon which to place the empty receptacle. The bottle of wine followed in short order, after which Leo turned in Breaker’s grasp to face the man. His shirt was now half-way unbuttoned, and Leo was feeling remarkably at a disadvantage.
With a smile playing on his lips, the counterfeiter’s hands snaked up from Breaker’s britches up to the top of his shirt, where he began fiddling with the buttons, taking his time to open them one by one. “We both know what is on my mind, and I think it’s plain that it is on your mind also.”
He was nervous. Leander’s homosexuality was, up until this point, entirely theoretical.
Biting his bottom lip, the passive stepped away, using the movement to run his hands down Breaker’s sides until his fingers found the bottom of the fighter’s shirt. It wasn’t all the way unbuttoned, but Leo had always liked the image of pulling a shirt over another’s head. It felt more… intimate. If Breaker allowed him, he pulled it over the his head and then immediately leaned in for another kiss.