Fun times and friends with benefits. (For Gywn)

Leon couldn't help but give out light moans as Irene had proceeded to work on his manhood, her silky smooth legs felt wonderous to be to sure. Mr La Rouge wasn't one to just have women every day, no he savoured the fun for several lengths of time. Else the company would just wear thin, no it was something to be paid close attention to.

With that in mind Leon's tickling and teasing had quite the effect on his guest, seeing as how Irene seemed to be lowering her grip around his head. The Frenchman let out a smirk, before slinking his head free. He then raised his head to look at Irene, before moving to embrace her.

At the same time he lowered his head to take hold of one of Irene's breasts, swirling his tongue around the nipple and at the same time Leon tried to shift Irene about so that he was on top of her.

Irene moaned with disappointment when Leon escaped her headlock, and then moaned with pleasure as he wrapped those sweet lips of his around one of her breasts and started tickling the flesh with his tongue. “Ung,” Irene murmured as the lapping of Leon's tongue softened her up. In a real match, Irene could've probably mustered the willpower to knock the Frenchman off, but Irene's A-game was out to lunch right now, and her titillating foe succeeded in overpowering her. Before she knew it, the scientist was down on the bed on her back, with Leon straddling her lower body. What's more, she was in a precarious position at the edge of the bed, with her head and shoulders hanging off of it, leaving her feeling a bit disoriented. It was a tough spot, and Irene flexed the muscles in her core to pull her upper body up, trying to sit up before Leon could take advantage of her position or pin her down more securely.

Even if this was a real match Leon probably would have just let Irene win this little exchange, truth be told Leon hadn't enjoyed the company of a woman since his arrival in Kyoto. The young man of course considered that since he'd be going up against females and the odd guy, it would be best to wait and then savour the first woman who he spent time with.

And Leon was glad he'd made that choice, the time spent away from the feeling of his bare skin against that of another woman during intimacy had perhaps allowed him to savour it more. And the brilliant feelings of lust, yes it was all coming back to the French rouge.

Seeing as how he had managed to get on top of Irene Leon chose to move up vertically a bit. In order to gaze down at the beautiful woman before him, and then a wry grin appeared on his face. Leon wasn't planning on pinning Irene down or anything like that, instead Leon slinked down and tried to wrap his arms around Irene's legs. Following that the young man then would lean down and start taking slow and thoughtful licks around the moist womanhood of Irene, gleefully murmuring nothing as he did so.

Leon's decision not to secure his position on top of Irene surprised the girl, but that didn't mean he would relent his sensual assault. Moving down to her lower half, the playboy wrapped his strong arms around her thighs. Irene knew what was coming as he lowered his face down to her exposed womanhood. “Oh, don't you da...aaahhh...” Irene gasped in ecstasy as soon as she felt his slick tongue travel down her slit for the first time. It didn't take long at all for her body and mind to enter heaven in this hold, with her eyes squeezing shut and a look of delight frozen on her face as his tongue caressed the folds of skin between her legs. She couldn't remember if she had told him this, but Irene had never been with anyone like this before. It was her first time, and her uninitiated body was so, so vulnerable to the touch of an expert like him.

Despite the above, however, Irene was determined to put the “fight” in this sexfight by making sure Leon wouldn't deflower her without earning it first. Struggling in her position, Irene flexed the muscles of her core to push her upper body into an upright position, then promptly grabbed Leon's head to pull it up and away from her crotch. Leon was stronger than her, so she decided to ignore his firm grasp on her legs for the moment, rather than try to fight it. Instead, she grasped the back of Leon's head and tugged back to force his gaze up, so that she could bring her own face down to his and invade his mouth with a bold, passionate kiss.

Leon had heard somewhere that consuming oranges before sex makes one's juices that much sweeter, although he had never put the theory to the test. But maybe something else could be done, cover a woman head to toe in whipped cream and then lick it off. Oh that would be enticing indeed.

All these thoughts however were taking Leon's mind away from the current situation, although he still savoured the sweet taste of Irene's womanhood. It had the desired results that the rouge expected, the pleasured moans of Irene were proof of that. The French man was going to try and move one hand up to try and link it with the scientist, as he had done so with other women in the past.

However just because Leon was showering Irene with pleasure didn't mean she was going to just lie down and take it, after all Irene was the one who insisted on making this somewhat competitive. Mr La Rouge felt Irene's hands in his delightful blonde hair, feeling curious Leon had perked his head up. And had been placed into a large and passion filled kiss from Irene, Leon gently moaned outwards. Releasing his grip on her legs Leon pushed forth in the kiss, his hands now planning to gently run up and down the sides of Irene.

Irene leaned into Leon while her tongue pressed inside of his mouth and slipped around to caress and taste him. Incensed by the relaxing sensation of Leon's hands on her body, the woman sighed into Leon's mouth as the caressing of his skillful hands made her relax. Straightening her back, Irene stretched her body all over Leon and the bed, wondering if he would follow her example and allow her to simply lie on top of him while the two cuddled a bit.

Of course, Irene knew that this strange spar wouldn't be won until one of the two lovers had driven the other to orgasm, and Leon's biggest pleasure center was much farther south than the area she was currently focusing on. While the two shared their kiss, Irene's mind was racing for an ideal hold to trap him in, something to put his crotch where she could work on it and add some more intense pleasure to the pain her hold would cause. For all she knew, Leon could be strategizing in a similar way, looking for an opportunity to trap her more securely so she wouldn't be able to stop him when he next went to sample her womanhood, with tongue, fingers, or something else. The only question was which of them would make a move first...

Leon had no real strategy in mind for this, in fact he usually didn't have one for any sort of combat. The Frenchman believed it to be more fun when you just winged things as it came by, certainly worked fine for Leon so far. And fun was something that Leon was certainly having tonight, having Irene come over and be his guest was probably the best thing that had happened so far for him Kyoto.

The rogue lightly moaned out into the kiss that he was sharing with Irene, but still he knew that it wouldn't be over till one of the pair was brought to orgasm. Leon didn't really care at this point what Irene did, although he wasn't just going to lie down and let her work him over. No fun in that.

With that in mind Leon decided to try and use his left hand to lock it with Irene's right, and use his right hand to slink down and attempt to fondle her womanhood. All the while continuing to try and keep Irene held in the lip lock.

Irene made no effort to stop Leon as one of his hands seized one of hers, but the girl couldn't stop herself from singing out her pleasure when she felt Leon's fingers caressing her lower lips. “Mmmnnh!” she yelled into her kiss as his tongue explored her mouth and aroused her further. It was tempting for Irene to simply give in right now and let Leon continue to pleasure her, but this whole thing would be more fun if it was a struggle, so she was determined to keep playing hard to get. With that in mind, Irene would pull out of the lip lock since both of Leon's arms were occupied elsewhere, leaving him unable to keep Irene's lips attached to his. With her free hand, the girl delivered a very light slap to Leon's cheek, wanting to ruffle his feathers a bit without hurting or offending him. Just as she distracted him with the slap, Irene would try to yank her right arm free and move down to Leon's legs, grabbing them and attempting to roll him onto his stomach.

“Like I said before, it would help you if you learned some submission holds, so let me show you one,” she said teasingly. If she managed to get Leon on his stomach, she would straddle his back and yank one of his legs up to stretch him in a single leg boston crab. It was a great submission for this match type, since it left one of the attacker's hands free – perfect for massaging the victim's exposed crotch!

Leon was enjoying the feel of Irene, both on her top lips and her "other" one. Her moans of pleasure an added incentive to carry on what he was doing, the Frenchman knew that the bed covers were going to need changing in the morning. After all the pair got out the shower, and weren't full dried off. Still Leon knew it was all worth it, totally so.

Still Irene caught him off guard, by lightly slapping his face. And it worked. Leon stopped kissing Irene and just looked at her, blinking rapidly a few times in response. The Frenchman briefly pondered if he'd offended Irene or not, but that meant he wasn't ready for what she did next.

"Wah!" Leon yelped out, Irene quickly turned the tables right from under him. Considering how up till that moment Leon was enjoying himself, so it left her open. And now he was paying the price, Leon winced as the science girl began working on her with a one legged boston crab. Oh she was going for that leg, toned from years of savate kickboxing practise. The fact that Leon's manhood was also open for something had crossed the mind of the Frenchman.

He wasn't going to make it easy for Irene though, no fun in that. With that in mind Leon tried to crawl forward to the edge of the bed, his face crossing between a grin and a wince.

“Oh my, you're certainly having a good time,” Irene remarked with a catty giggle, drawing a single finger up Leon's erection, just to tease him and warm him up for what was to come. Tragically, Leon was a fighter like her, and Irene knew when Leon pulled the two of them a little closer to the edge of the bed that she didn't have too long to toy with him...not that she wouldn't make use of it, of course!

Irene wrapped her free hand around Leon's shaft and, with a soft grip, started moving her arm up and down to massage him. The blood rushing through his penis made it warm and pleasant to the touch, or at least that's what Irene's raging hormones told her. As another foot of ground was covered toward the edge of the bed, Irene got a little rougher with him, gripping him more tightly and using her thumb to massage the tip of his manhood. She had never done anything like this before, so she was experimenting to see if Leon liked it soft or rough.

After a few moments working him over, Irene felt Leon's weight pull her back much more firmly as he started to pull himself over the edge of the bed. Squealing in surprise, Irene tumbled down along with her beau as the two fell off the bed and hit the ground in a heap. Dazed, she started to pick herself up, and would hop back on the bed unless Leon decided to be cheeky and grab her while she was dizzy. In either case, she would ask in a sultry tone of voice: “Having fun, handsome?”.