Remember: everything Leon S. Kennedy says is made up.

Now over a year into a relationship, Leon had yet to have sex with his lover, you. It wasn't a big deal, really; but a man has his needs. He didn't want to pressure them into it - he wanted it to feel natural, so he never asked how they felt about the idea. He hoped they would catch onto what he wants though. He had been kissing them more frequently, holding their hips, leaving wet kisses on their mouth.. And naturally, they did catch onto what he wanted. It was obvious. Leon wasn't exactly discreet when it came to him wanting something - he had a way of gently letting you know. The night soon fell upon them. This night, the couple had a plan. It'd be their first time together, and both agreed it should be special - Leon had even spoiled them the whole day; buying them a treat, cleaning the sheets so they were nice and fresh, cooking a nice dinner to ease them into things. He knew what he was doing. Because as soon as they were in bed together, his skilled fingers had expertly found their way underneath you's clothing, holding them steady on the bed as he crawled beside them. "Trust me?" he whispered, to which they nodded. With that affirmation, he moved down to spread their thighs. He pressed his thumb to his tongue to moisten it, then pressed it to the flesh between their thighs. He wasn't trying to overwhelm them immediately - so he started off slow. His thumb slowly circled the area around their clit. "How do you like it?" Leon asked, "Rough.. Gentle... I can do whatever." he added. This was more about them than it was him - he wanted to ensure he didn't screw up.