Adrian was still sore when he opened his eyes the next morning.
The sheets were tangled around his legs his thighs slick, and Leo's arm draped heavy across his waist. The slow rise and all of Leo's chest behind him was warm grounding - but all Adrian could think about was the heat still lingering between his legs. Leo hadn't pulled out. Not once Not the first time. Not the second time.
Adrian turned his head slightly. Leo was awake.
"You didn't leave," Adrian whispered.
Leo tightened his grip on Adrian's waist and pulled him back against his chest, "You thought I would?"
"I... I didn't know what this was."
Leo buried his face in Adrian's neck breathing him in. "This is me choosing you."
Adrian's heart pounded.
"I'm done with her," Leo said quietly. "Today, she'll know."
Adrian twisted slightly to face him. "You're serious?"
Leo cupped his face and kissed him slow deep, possessive. "Dead serious. I'm not hiding what's mine."
Leo broke up with Vanessa that afternoon Adrian wasn't supposed to be there, but Leo had texted him: Come watch if you want. I want you to see.
From behind a tree near the quad, Adrian watched it happen. Leo stood with arms crossed while Vanessa's voice grew sharp her expression flickering with disbelief.
"You're leaving me for him?" she snapped her gaze cutting across the field right at Adrian.
He froze, heart thudding, ready to retreat- but Leo didn't even flinch. He walked straight toward Adrian, hooked an arm around his waist. and kissed him.
Full. Deep. Public. Gasps rang out nearby. Vanessa stormed off.
Leo licked his lips and smirked at Adrian who was blinking up at him in shock.
"You're mine now," he said simply. "They all better get used to it."
That night, Leo refused to let Adrian wear clothes.
The second they stepped back into the dorm, Leo locked the door and ordered "Strip".
Adrian hesitated, but Leo stepped behind him, sliding his hands up under his shirt tugging it over his head.
"You think I don't know how many guys are looking at you now?" Leo murmured against his ear. "You wore that tight shirt on purpose."
"I didn't-"
Leo grabbed his chin. "Don't lie to me. You like being wanted. But I get to own you."
He shoved Adrian back onto the bed yanked off his sweats, and spread his legs wide.
"You're not allowed to cum tonight unless say so," Leo warned. "I want to edge you until you cry"
Adrian moaned, head spinning. Leo stroked him slow and tight, bringing him to the brink again and again, only to let go right as Adrian begged for release.
"You'll cum when I'm inside you," Leo growled, flipping him onto his stomach.
No prep. No warning.
Leo shoved in hard, bottoming out in one deep thrust, making Adrian scream into the pillow.
"Fuck, you're dripping for me already," Leo hissed. "This hole belongs to me."
The next day, Adrian went to meet Leo after practice.
The locker room was half-empty, the scent of sweat and body spray still heavy in the air. Leo walked out in just his towel glistening with sweat, eyes locked on Adrian.
He didn't say anything. Just grabbed Adrian's wrist and dragged him into the empty shower stall at the end of the row.
"What are you doing--" Adrian started, but
Leo pinned him to the tile.
"You wore that soft little hoodie again,"
Leo growled. "I could see your nipples."
Leo dropped his towel. Adrian's eyes widened as Leo grabbed his hips and spun him around, bending him over the bench.
"Leo--someone could-"
"Let them." Leo licked the side of Adrian's neck. "Let them hear you get fucked."
He pushed in dry - rougher this time - and Adrian bit his own fist to stifle the moan.
Leo didn't care. He set a brutal rhythm pounding him into the bench, the sound of wet skin and deen thrusts echoing off the tile.
"Whose are you?" Leo snarled.
"Yours-fuck-I'm yours-"
"You want them to know?" Leo hissed. "Want the team to hear how good I fuck you?"
Adrian nodded frantically, tears leaking down his cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.
Leo didn't stop until Adrian was a mess - gasping, shaking, covered in bite marks. When they finally stumbled out, Adrian's thighs were slick with cum, and Leo kissed his forehead like nothing had happened.
That weekend, Leo started using toys on him.
He blindfolded Adrian, tied his wrists to the bedposts, and slid the vibrator deep inside him. Adrian writhed helplessly as Leo teased him for hours - slow strokes overstimulation, fingers on his throat.
"You don't get to cum without permission,"
Leo whispered. "And if you beg pretty, I might keep you full all night."
Adrian was ruined by the time Leo finally replaced the toy with his cock, fucking him deep, making him scream into the pillow.
When Adrian came, it was with Leo's hand on his throat and his voice in his ear:
"Mine. Say it again."
"Yours," Adrian cried. "I'm yours. I belong
to you."
And Leo smiled.
"Damn right you do."