Chapter 92.5 - Will it be the same again? (~ Afterword ~)

Notes:

- I'm just messing around and having fun with the media section of Wattpad at this point. Don't take it seriously. They don't necessarily correlate with the chapter.

- Anyway, welcome to the ONLY FLUFF chapter. Literally fluffy fluff of your Leo/Nero. To kind of tie their story off. Because who wants them to end when they just kissed for the first time? (it's also a tad bit spicy... not like NSFW spicy tho. this ain't a mature novel. I'm shy.) ---> Ok so this is more spicy than fluffy and I'm having a hard time writing this without blushing every two seconds.

- Holy shit typing with long nails is impossible. you may blame the delay of this chapter on my vacation AND long ass nails.

- Just letting you know now, the next chapter won't be a story update but an update on the progress of the story itself. i do not know when that'll be but yeah. Hope you enjoyed Leo/Nero's arc!

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Disclaimer: While there is no explicit sex scene, there are um some explicit elements introduced here so if you're uncomfy with that kind of stuff... this might not be the chapter for you (although lesbehonest, everyone on this site is nasty lil things so i have a feeling people won't mind this too much :)).

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POV: 3rd Person

Nero still felt like he was dreaming.

He was walking in a daze, walking through the haze of his clouded mind as he walked himself to the kitchen. Even the day after Nero has not processed what had occurred the night before, nor was he able to fathom the fact that his relationship status had shifted significantly.

He started to search for a frying pan and eggs as he continued to recall the events from the day before.

They continued to heavily make out (creating Nero's top and hottest moments of his life) till both parties had their lips red and puffed up. They both ended up giggling and laughing in elation before Leo suddenly tightened his grip on Nero and shot into the air, flying to who knows where.

No, Nero did not let out a high-pitched squeal.

Who-knows-where quickly turned into Nero-knows-where and soon, they were landing on Leo's balcony. Nero immediately jumped to conclusions and was under the assumption that they were here to finally have sex. His mind began spinning in nervousness, reluctance and a tiny bit of lust because while Nero was not against sleeping with him, he wasn't sure if he was ready that soon.

Leo noticed his lover's change in emotions and sudden hesitance. He let out a small chuckle and quickly cleared up the certain misunderstanding. He emphasised how he brought them back because he didn't want to let Nero out of his sight just yet.

He knew both people were nowhere near ready to take the next step that night, especially since they had just gotten together and more importantly, they were extremely emotionally drained from the weeks-long emotional rollercoaster ride.

Nero didn't hide his sigh of relief and promptly started dragging Leo into his own home. Leo laughed and let himself be dragged with a fond smile. They ended up just getting themselves ready for bed, with Nero borrowing one of Leo's t-shirts.

And like all stereotypical tropes with a huge height difference, Leo immediately started to regret saying that it was too soon to do anything. Especially when his shirt ended up being ¾ of Nero's length, the collar dropping off one of his shoulders and his hairless legs were emphasised by nothing but the long shirt. He looked immensely soft and sexy all at the same time. Leo's libido was dissatisfied by the sudden tease.

Nero had noticed the impact the top had on his boyfriend (BOYFRIEND!) and returned a smug smirk before diving into Leo's blanket and promptly knocking the fuck out on the pillow. Leo blinked a couple of times in disbelief before he released a snort and got himself ready for bed.

The night ended with Leo pulling Nero into his arms and never letting go throughout the night.

Nero woke up first the next morning and felt completely disoriented by the unrecognisable features of his room. It took a couple of minutes for the events of last night to come back to him and he quickly realised that he was in Leo's bed. He felt heat quickly climb to his cheeks. Regardless, he took a while to get out of bed because he busy admiring the sight in front of him. His Leo with a completely defenceless face, lightly snoring away with the smallest of smiles. His arms were around Nero's waist and he ended up being against Nero's chest, the rhythmic beatings of his heart keeping him asleep. Nero basked in the warmth while carefully playing with Leo's hair.

He was astonished that he was now allowed to do that whenever he wanted.

But alas, Nero felt the need to get breakfast ready so he quietly got out of bed, attempting to avoid waking up his lover. He successfully managed to do so but not before Leo frowned in his sleep from the sudden lack of warmth. Nero quietly snickered and tip-toed to the bathroom to get himself freshened up.

Ten minutes later brought him to the kitchen where he finally found the eggs and cooking necessities, as well as somewhat waking up from his daze. Furthermore, Leo's dog, Timmy, was being fucking adorable and followed closely behind Nero everywhere he went, yapping happily along.

Nero felt an arrow go through his heart with each yap and played with Timmy till he realised he had some cooking to do. The dog whined and Nero was seriously considering just dropping everything and kidnapping the dog but he was starved. So Nero quickly found one of Timmy's toys lying around and got him distracted with it in the living room.

It took another five minutes of fiddling around and cursing to figure out how the fancy stoves and appliances worked and finally, Nero had coated the pan with oil and poured in the quickly made omelette.

He was humming nonsensically with the sizzling and slightly swaying side to side before the humming turned into a surprised gasp and his body froze. The cause? There were arms wrapping his waist from behind and he was pulled back into a warm, big chest.

A throaty chuckle came from the person behind before the other brought his lips down to Nero's ear and greeted with his deep, morning voice, "Good morning, love."

Holy mother of Jesus.

And just when Nero got himself relatively under control, three simple words caused him to malfunction beyond compare. The underlying heat in his face quickly turned into a full-blown blush and his pants grew a lot tighter from the voice alone.

He wanted to run and hide from embarrassment but he said wasn't going to be a coward anymore so he just put his head down and shyly responded, "G-Good morning... αγάπη μου (agapi mou – my love)."

Leo had no idea what it meant but he got the gist and figured it was also a term of endearment. That made his heart fuller than it already was and he squeezed the smaller man tighter.

Nero slapped the arms a couple of times and slightly pry the arms away (but not completely). "L-Leo... I can't breathe you dumbass," he said, breathlessly.

Leo loosened but didn't let go. "Aw, I liked the term of endearment more."

Nero rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulders to finally look at his lover. Leo didn't wake up looking like his usual boss self. Instead, with his bed hair and his smile framed by his morning shadow, he kind of looked like a goofy teenage boy who found out that he was having chocolate cake for breakfast. And Nero was apparently the chocolate cake.

Nero was completely flustered all over again. He had never been on the other end of a look filled with nothing but love and fondness (and sleepiness). He quickly looked away again and focused on flipping the omelette.

"Well then try not to kill me all so suddenly and maybe I'll go back to using the term," Nero said, continuing the conversation as a form of distraction.

Leo just laughed. "My bad. You could say I was really excited that you were here."

Nero couldn't prevent his fond smile even if he tried. "Like dog, like owner."

The other laughed some more and didn't deny the claim. "You're not wrong. Speaking of excitement though, why didn't you wake me up when you did?"

"What does excitement got to do with sleep- you know what? Doesn't matter. I didn't wake you up because you looked soft and I didn't want to ruin the sweetness in front of me."

Leo grinned harder, looking at the back of the shorter man's head. He had to consciously hold himself back from squeezing the life out of Nero. The last thing he needed was a ban from cuddling.

"While the sentiment is sweet, you threw me for a loop and got me panicking."

Nero put the first omelette on a plate and looked back at Leo, befuddled. "Why is that?"

"Well... it was because you weren't by my side when I woke up. My first thoughts jumped from thinking it was a dream to thinking that you had regretted last night and ran away... again. Your past track record got me believing the latter but that was before I heard a sudden stream of curses towards my kitchen appliances. Never had I thought I would be glad to hear random explicit language from a random part of my house. That sure cracked me up."

Nero coughed and reddened in embarrassment. He went back to cooking the second omelette at a lower heat and Leo stood there in amused silence. Nero, however, broke it to clear something up.

"I just want to make it clear here and now that regardless of what has happened in the past and what will happen in the future, I will never regret what happened last night. Well, except for the whole crashing into the waiter and breaking down in front of everyone."

Nero was still "focusing" on the eggs to not notice that Leo's smile turned into one of his softer ones. He ever so slightly tightened his hold and bent his head down, just hovering above Nero's bare shoulders.

"What a coincidence. I had the exact same idea." As soon as Leo said this, he put a careful, chaste kiss on Nero's shoulder. The latter slightly flinched in surprise but didn't move away, his whole body heating up.

Seeing the other didn't shy away, Leo felt a bit bolder and kissed Nero's shoulder again. And then again but moving further up. He kept doing it till he got to the junction of his lover's neck and where he put another cautious peck. One asking for permission.

At that point, Nero had melted back into his boyfriend with adrenaline pumping through his veins and his heart running a marathon in anticipation. When the silent permission was asked, he hesitated momentarily due to the newness of the experience but ultimately, he wanted to be intimate with Leonardo a week into his pining, so no way in hell was he going to say no.

He responded by tilting his head to give easier access and that was all the consent Leo needed. He began peppering Nero's neck with kisses and the latter was breathing shallower and shallower. Leo was beyond elated and took a step further by changing the chaste kisses into nibbling bites, which got his lover squirming in arousal.

It was a new body experience for Nero and he couldn't think about anything other than breathing properly (which wasn't going all so well) and trying to keep the noises in. Leo didn't like that.

All of a sudden, there was a particularly hard bite (that felt more arousing than painful) that turned into a hard sucking sensation and that was it for Nero. He grabbed Leo's forearms, threw his head back against Leo's shoulders and let out a breathless, quiet moan that could only be heard by the two of them.

Both men froze. One in surprise and the other in mortification. Nero wanted to definitely run and hide away in sheer humiliation but found himself stuck to the ground. Leo on the other hand wasn't expecting that out of Nero and finally realised what power his boyfriend had over him. His shock quickly turned to pure desire and found himself stiffening up at an alarming rate.

Leonardo was far gone and didn't want to stop. Nero wasn't moving away so he took the opportunity to make Nero feel really good and help him realise that it was nothing humiliating and he should learn to embrace it.

"Fuck," Leo let out in a rough tone and licked over the now bruising hickey. Nero let out yet another surprised gasp and grasped onto the edge of the benchtop to prevent his weak knees from collapsing. Leo went wild and tried to mark Nero with as many hickeys as he could on the blank canvas that was his neck.

Nero was so turned on and he was getting lightheaded. "L-L-Leo- I- wa-wai- oh..."

As the man was trying to get the other man to slow down, the latter slipped his hands under Nero's (Leo's) t-shirt. Due to the long length, however, Leo's hands started from the side of Nero's bare legs and slowly dragged the shirt up till his palms were against the warmth of his abdomen.

Nero shivered at the smooth, light touches and finally said fuck it in his head and went along with the amazing sensations. He brought one of his hands from the benchtop to the top of Leo's head, gripping mildly at his hair. He lightly pushed him further into his neck and leaned back against his shoulders, allowing for room for more marking.

Leo let out a surprised yet delighted muffled noise before he worked harder at bruising Nero's neck.

The kitchen was animated by the sounds of sizzling, pants and slick noises of lips coming in contact with lips. It was more arousing than it should be and both men found themselves falling in deeper with each other at a more frantic pace.

Leo's hands were getting bolder by the second as they were rubbing Nero's stomach in an up-and-down motion. One hand was moving up further while the other remained on the edge of his boxers, slightly teasing his clothed bulge.

Nero trembled and shivered, mind muddled from the euphoric touches and noises. Finally, one of Leo's hands brushed over Nero's nipple and the latter jolted at the unexpected touch. His lover smirked and whispered into Nero's ears, "Sensitive?"

Nero let out a breathless gasp and just let out nontangible garbles that sounded kind of like words of affirmation. Leo's blood was boiling and the only thought that was running through his head was to continue pleasuring his partner.

Both hands were at the top of Nero's chest and without a warning, each hand gripped a bud each and pulled it enough for a mix of pleasure and pain. All while going ham at his neck.

Clueless Nero couldn't have stopped the upcoming noise even if the action planned and known. He let out the dirtiest moan of his life, subconsciously arching his and as a result, pushing his backside into Leo's pulsing rod.

Nero was instantly appalled and embarrassed by the sound he made but the humiliation was quickly replaced by surprise, then sexual desire after hearing Leo's response.

He himself unlatched from Nero's blemished neck to let out a mix of a deep moan and growl of pure arousal. Nero looked over his shoulders to see Leo staring back with his eyes completely dilated and mouth slick from his previous activities.

Both men's metaphorical dams broke after looking at each other's dishevelled state and Leo brought out one of his hands to grip the other's chin to turn it enough so he can devour his lips.

Nero complied and turned his head over his shoulder as much as he could. Leo's tongue immediately tried to gain access into Nero's mouth and the latter let way without any hesitation. Once the two tongues touch, both men groan out to let the other know how amazing they felt. It was rough. It was intense. It was new. But it was orgasmic for the both of them and they never wanted to stop.

Nero's neck began to hurt pretty soon so he turned his body to fully face the other man. Both hands were out of Nero's shirt so Leo glided one up Nero's spine till he reached the back of his hair and the other stayed by Nero's hips. The smaller man cupped Leo's face and tried to make up for the lack of experience with enthusiasm and fervour.

The kiss had slowed its hurried pace till they were kissing in short intervals but hands were everywhere. Over the back, the arms and suddenly, they were kissing harder and deeper again, with fervent urgency. Both men were grinding against each other and letting out the most delicious noises.

It wasn't enough and it will never be enough.

Suddenly, Leo gripped Nero's hips and pulled him up to sit on the benchtop beside the stove, all without breaking away their lips. The latter let out an appreciative hum (as his neck was aching from tilting up), when it hit him that they were in the kitchen.

The kitchen where he was cooking eggs.

Nero softly but sternly pushed at Leo's chest and broke their liplock. Leo let out an unexpected whine and it was like Timmy all over again. The CEO still didn't have enough of a taste and traced his lips down the side of his partner's face and jaw. Said partner took the opportunity to take in a couple of breaths before raising his concerns.

"The eggs... are going to... catch on fire."

Leo stopped his nibbling and brought his lips to his boyfriend's ears. "I've already turned off the stove a while back."

Nero's eyes widened and looked at the stove to see yes, it was indeed off. When the fuck did he- but the thought was instantly cut off when Leo brought his lips back onto his.

Now that there were no other worries, the smaller man returned the enthusiasm with his arms around the taller man's neck.

More.

They clung to each other as if they were the only solid thing in the swirling room. Leo's lips were insistent on Nero's shaking lips, triggering wild tremors across his body.

More.

Leo brought his hands back to Nero's buds and kept brushing over them. Noises wouldn't stop slipping out of both men's mouths.

More.

Hands turned into a mouth as Leo pushed Nero's top up and took one of his dusky nipples into his mouth, causing Nero to arch his back again and let out louder lewder moans and curses. Leo was also affected by the noises and joined the chorus, along with small praises for his lover.

More.

Both men wanted more but Nero especially was done trying to slow the pace of their relationship.

Nero had one hand gripping at his lover's hair, keeping him at the chest and the other gripping at the flashback of the kitchen so he fully doesn't topple backwards from Leo's insistence. Throughout the lustful haze, all he could think about was more. He wanted to go further. He wanted it all. Nero knew that this man was the only man he wanted so who cares when they do it?

Nero carefully brought Leo away from his chest and closer to his face. He cupped both his cheeks with both hands and brushed his thumbs over his cheekbones, looking down at his facial features in awe (since Nero was taller than Leo when sitting on the benchtop). Leo was confused by the sudden change in pace and actions but smiled regardless at the other man, covering Nero's hands with his own.

Nero smiled and softly kissed the other man for five seconds before pulling away to declare, "More."

Leo snapped out of his momentary daze and tilted his head in puzzlement. "More?"

Nero chuckled at the cute sight. "I want more, αγάπη μου."

Nero could see physically see the lightbulb go off in his lover's head once he understood what the former was going on about. His jaw dropped in shock and his eyes widened. Leo opened his mouth, probably to ask if the other was sure but he quickly closed his mouth when Nero pushed himself close enough so their lips were brushing.

"Take me, my love," Nero said this with as much conviction and seduction as he could, pushing out the usual nerves anyone would have.

And who was Leo to say no? He carried Nero off the counter, hands supporting his weight by holding his ass and both men smashed their lips together as they went off to the bedroom.

Timmy jumped up in the living room from the sudden bang from the door slamming upstairs and while usually, he would go check it out, his sixth doggy senses were telling him to stay put for a while.