Fun times and friends with benefits. (For Gywn)

Leon was letting out light but rapid panting from his mouth as he continued to make love to Irene, ironically given how he was often vocal to people. During the time of making love Leon was silent, the better to sample the pleasures that he felt and savour it. The Frenchman could feel Irene's movements, and he was able to tell that she was reaching her climax.

He was rewarded by the pleasured noises that Ms Inger emitted followed shortly by her climaxing, Leon would feel the moist juices launching from his guest's womanhood. It was beautiful, the act of making love. Far too long had Leon been without hearing the moans of joy of women in his chambers, women who had earned the attention of the young man.

But Mr La Rouge hadn't reached the peak of his joy yet, but he felt close. Real close, and the muttered words of Irene served as only encouragement for Leon to go further. And he would do so, continuing to thrust in and out of Irene's orgasm drenched fanny. His panting would stay low, until he neared the point where he would surely cum. Moving his hands down to Irene's hips Leon would quickly pull out his erect penis as his climax was reached. As lovely as Irene was the young man had no interest in becoming a Father just yet, following this Leon would collapse on top of his guest. Wrapping his arms around Irene's waist as he took deep breaths in and out in an attempt to recover from his own orgasm, and replay all the events in his mind. So that he could fully recall it in the future.

Leon gave Irene a few more thrusts, before pulling out of her just in time for his load to shoot out and hit her stomach. Irene gave a little yelp when she felt the hot, sticky substance coat her body. She had expected him to simply cum inside of her. A morning after pill would have quashed any pregnancy risks, but Irene appreciated the gesture on Leon's part. Neither of them had the emotional maturity to handle a child.

Feeling tired and relaxed after her coitus with Leon, Irene stretched and sprawled out on his bed. Leon stayed on top of her, holding her close as he daydreamed about everything they had just done together. There was no rush, and Irene wrapped her arms around Leon, holding him against her chest with one arm and stroking his platinum hair with the other. She was as reluctant as him that their time together was coming to a close, if not moreso. Ever since the day she had been rejected by Drake Vyril – her first love – Irene had been haunted by a sense of loneliness. She was looking for a companion in life, but Leon wasn't that person. He was Domino's polar opposite: happy to indulge in some casual sex, but incapable of forming a real relationship.

For now, Irene was content with the time she'd had with Leon, even if it would never go further than this. Reaching over to the side of the bed, Irene pawed around for her shirt and pulled it up to the bed. She stuck the garment between Leon's stomach and her own, using it to towel off the semen that still coated them. She would change her shirt and wash this one when she got back to her college dorm. Once that was taken care of, Irene nudged Leon gently, wanting to get him and herself under the covers before they fell asleep. Hopefully Leon wouldn't mind her occupying his bed overnight. It had been so long since she had a warm body to sleep next to...

Leon had missed the feeling of basking in the afterglow of grand love making, perhaps it was because that he hadn't enjoyed the company of women in this way for quite some time. It had been wonderful while it all lasted, perhaps Irene would be a friend that he could just spend time with. A playful and sexy friend open to exploring new ideas with the French rogue, that would make the time spent here even more worthwhile for Leon.

After a few seconds of lightly panting Leon looked at Irene and gave a small nod, he knew what she was wanting to do. He remained silent as he was still exhausted from his earlier orgasm, but Leon gave Irene a smile to express how happy he was. After what they just did words couldn't really be used as a good expression of how one felt.

With a grunt Leon would move himself off the bed so that Irene could slip herself into bed with the covers, soon joined by the Frenchman. Silently Leon would place his arm over her in a close manner, although Mr La Rouge would mutter "Night dear...." before taking one deep breath and proceeding to slowly drift off into sleep.

Irene's eyelids grew heavy, her eyelashes fluttering as her body urged her to stop moving and sleep. This night had been more than worth the tooth injury she'd gotten at the end of their match. Irene still hadn't found romance, but Leon was a good friend, someone that Irene knew she could trust, despite his affinity for pranks. She would always be there for him, to have his back if he needed it, or for him to have her if he ever wanted it.

That was close enough.

Turning to the side and nuzzling his chest, Irene draped an arm across his toned body and closed her eyes. “Goodnight, Leon.”