Dinnertime with Leon

	Glasses clinking, hearty laughs, and upbeat chatter melded into a single pleasant hum that echoed throughout the hall. The aroma of roasted meats, vegetables and other flavors wafted far enough for all of the land to smell. It was dinnertime in Castle Nohr, a grand event that was treated with the same grandeur and enthusiasm every single evening. Just barely enough room at the table was reserved for the family themselves and many lords, ladies, and advisors who seeked to share the same meal together. Maids and Butlers hustled about, desperately zipping back and forth between the kitchen to appease all of the important people seated in this very room.

	Potatoes. Bread. Meat. The occasional rare and exotic ingredient. Same thing every day. While hundreds, no thousands of people would murder just to savor a crumb of the very food on his plate, Leon sighed and pushed a pea around in circles on his dish. To someone like Leon, this entire thing was monotonous. A waste of time. Multiple hours a day wasted, just for royalty to stuff their faces and discuss meaningless tales and stale jokes. He wanted to leave. But because he was of such a high standing prestige, he was forced to eat his mundane dinner happily and listen to a bunch of big bellied men spill wine all over their beards.

	Lady Kamui looked pretty tonight. Well, she looked beautiful every night to Leon, but tonight her cheeks had a rosy glow and her eyes seemed to sparkle a bit more than usual. She was just as bored as him, however she had managed to master the art of putting on a cheerful mask at the table. She was currently trying her best to look engaged in the current conversation of armor fashion that has reached their end. All of three of his sisters sat across from him while he suffered alone in the sea of women. Fucking Marx. He was too busy at the other end talking to noblemen to throw Leon the life vest that he had desperately wished for.

	The clock boomed loudly seven times, signaling seven o' clock. One more hour. One more hour and he was free to begin his nightly ritual of spying on Kamui. Usually she studied, or polished her weapons before bed. Sometimes he is able to steal glimpses of her fast asleep. One time, he had even managed to get a peek of the side of her breast as she changed into her sleeping gown. That memory forever burned deep behind his eyelids, the amount of trousers he had soiled to that sight could supply an entire village.

	"Leon," a soft voice cut through his fantasies, "Are you going to eat that?" Kamui motioned to the slice of bread sitting untouched on his plate. "Take it." He was growing more and more impatient. He just wanted to enjoy his dirty thoughts in peace and quiet. His cheeks were growing hot. All of these people here... how would they react if they knew he was currently imagining the woman in front of him naked?

	Leon jumped in his seat. A slight touch grazed his inner thigh startling him. He glanced around frantically for the source. Camilla? She was Talking to the maid behind her. Elise? She was giggling with the similarly aged girl sitting to her left. A guest's wife was sitting next to him but she was engrossed in whatever conversation she was currently having with the person on the other side.

	Finally he met her eyes. They were glowing mischievously, a particular look that immediately alerted him she was the one touching him. Her tiny lips folded into a smirk. She traced her toes agonizingly slow along his thigh, starting from the knee. Back and forth she got closer and closer to his crotch. He coughed loudly, hoping to give her the message without alerting everyone else around them.

	This was Leon's worst nightmare. She continued to tease him, the way her toes dragged across his leg sent shivers down his spine. His palms were becoming uncomfortably clammy. Camilla had started to notice something was off and shot him a confused look from across the table. He quickly darted his eyes away, trying to hide the blush that was uncontrollably spreading across his cheeks. The fact that he choose to wear thin pants tonight is something that he was secretly celebrating in his mind.

	"Oh Leon! My dear, I'm so sorry I haven't talked to you all night despite being right here!," the nobleman's wife next to him spoke, "How are you doing these eve?" "I-Im fine," he answered curtly. He absolutely could not let her know what was currently happening under the table. He shot Kamui a death glare only to be returned with a smug grin. The lady began to talk to him but he wasn't even processing the words coming out of her mouth.

	Leon shakily grabbed his glass and brought it to his lips to take a sip of his wine. Mid-gulp he choked and nearly spit all over the table. Something was gently pressing against the head of his cock. "So, what do you think about that?," the woman asked. His head was spinning as Kamui's toes began to gently caress him. "Uh... I-I uh. Yes! T-Thats great! It s-sounds fantastic," he stuttered. He prayed to every god he could think of to let him escape from this night.

	"Oh my you really think so? Did you hear that? Leon said that he would love to help me with my preparations for the council meeting next weekend!" Fuck. Fuck. Kamui squeezed him with her feet. FUCK. His heart was beating so violently in his ears he was sure everyone else could hear. His face felt hotter than the crackling fireplace behind him. "Y-Y-Yes..." he replied. The woman smiled and pat him on the back. "You are a good man, as expected of Nohr. But whatever has you so nervous tonight?"

	It was agony. He would have already came minutes ago if it weren't for the crowd of people around him. The way her toes curled around his erection, rubbing gently but ever so slowly increasing in pressure as the clock dragged by. It could have been hours, days, for all he knew. But it hadn't even been five minutes. His teeth dug into his bottom lip so hard he could taste copper.

	This was dangerous. He could cum any moment and he had multiple eyes on him. Leon shoved his hand over his mouth to stifle the moan he could barely keep back. "Are you alright?" Shit. She noticed. He cleared his throat, trying his damnedest to keep his voice even as he replied, "Ohh u-uhm. I'm just feeling a bit ill... Is all. I-I'm fine. Please don't m-mind me." Truthfully? He wasn't sick, of course not. Currently the velvety warmth building between his legs needed its release, and it needed it now.

	Kamui continued to squeeze along his shaft. She giggled, watching Leon struggle and fidget in his seat. He near silently whimpered as she started to send him over the edge. Suddenly he started coughing. He started coughing madly but it ended up coming out as a weird moan as his seed pumped out all over the formal dinner trousers he was wearing. Everyone instantly flickered their eyes to Leon as he continued to let out this awful garbled moan-coughing. The muscles in his legs tensed up as waves of pleasure shot through his body.

	Camilla knew something unusual was happening and rushed to her brother's defense. "Excuse me everyone. I apologize but he seems unwell. I will take him to his bedroom," she announced. She pushed her chair back and quickly met Leon across the table. As she pulled him away he grabbed his napkin and desperately tried to cover the growing wet spot on his groin.

	Kamui giggled, and took another bite of her meal.