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It wasn't that Leon was opposed to the idea of sex with Dante -- no, that wasn't the case at all. In fact, he quite enjoyed it, but... Dante was too hungry to have sex, and it had been his proposition that they combine the two. He lay there across the kitchen counter (Leon would never get over the fact that he could stretch over the most ridiculous of places), a smirk laid across his face, and in his hand was a bottle of... strawberry pancake syrup?

Leon raised a brow. "I don't know, Dante," he sighed, trying to keep the amusement from his face. "This doesn't look like it would end well."

Dante snickered. "What," he asked, propping his head up in his palm, elbow to the countertop, "afraid of getting a little dirty? That's fine, I don't mind... I can do this by myself." He casually flipped open the top of the bottle and squirted a shot of the liquid into his mouth. A small rivulet of the stuff poured from the corner of his mouth; his pink tongue slowly creeped out to catch it, his eyes on the brunette man the entire time.

Leon just tugged at his collar, chuckling deeply to himself. This was just like Dante, after all, to be such a tease, but he could keep cool. (Nevermind the fact that he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off the other man the entire time he was doing it.)

"Mmmmm," Dante murmured, grinning dumbly and laying on his back to face the ceiling as he took another shot of the syrup. The way he did it was utterly tantalizing, mouth wide open, tongue pushed out just enough to reach his chin as the sticky sweetness dripped into his mouth from above. (Was it getting hot in here, or was that just Leon?) "It's so good~" He then cast a glance at his companion, one eyebrow cocked and the slightest of clever laughs in his eyes, and Leon couldn't stand it (oh, that low tolerance for Dante's everlasting sexiness would be the death of him, he swore it).

He crossed the kitchen slowly, shrugging off his vest as he went, and leaned over the silver-haired man, brows raised in suspicion. "Is this what you wanted?" he asked quietly, his voice barely above a breath, leaning down to kiss Dante's saccharine-strawberry lips briefly.

Dante just nodded, sat up, almost knocking their heads together in the process. "Only if you're willing to take a shot of this." Always saucy, he held the syrup up, practically brandishing it as a deadly weapon.

"But I am." Leon snatched the bottle, tipped his head back, keeping his eyes on Dante the entire time as he squeezed the stuff into his mouth. The taste was so sugary that he almost gagged, but he swallowed without having to change his expression too much.

Dante watched in utter astonishment, unwilling to believe that Leon of all people had just bested him at his own sexy-I'm-kind-of-a-tease-and-you-better-give-me-what-I-want game, and all but jumped on Leon. Needless to say, hunger was the last thing on his mind at this point.