Chapitre 68: [Smut] Paris: La Vie en Rose

"Ah.... Leon.... Leon...."

Leon looked at the man below him, who licked the champagne dripping from his cheek.

'Why do you sound like you're calling out for help?'

That's what he thought as he heard Wolfe's moans that night.

He heard that kind of desperate sound several times in his life.

The truth was, he also wanted to make the same sounds, but couldn't bring it past ragged breaths. Perhaps it was because he was used to not even making the slightest sound during the worst times of pain.....

Or perhaps he preferred not to burden anyone else with that sound.... and carry the other's burden instead.

"Anyone is fine, I can take anyone. Just help me drive away the loneliness tonight." said one girl to him.

"Alright." And sure enough, he was taking her home.

Whilst intoxicated, it was as if Leon's own body and words turn into liquor itself. The way people craved him, clung to him, tasted him.....