Tales of Destiny, Hugo/Leon, usefulness
Leon bows to Hugo, his neck pale and vulnerable. He's lovely, even at a first clinical look, and he's grown into gangly good looks the way Emilio was far too young for. Hugo feels a smirk rise to his lips. "Come here, boy," he says, leaning back in his chair, and Leon rises to take a few steps closer. He still looks sullen and distant, but Hugo knows how to break that. "On your knees."
The distance breaks on Leon's face into something vulnerable and easily exploited. "Master Hugo?"
"Do I need to repeat myself?" Hugo shakes his head. "Don't make that maid clean up your mess."
And that's fear flickering in those wide violet eyes. He's so much like his mother, so beautiful and refined as he gets on his knees. His mouth is more hesitant than hers, but when Hugo looks down, Leon's lips are red and stretched and he's so very focused on his task. He's a natural, and Hugo takes pity on him enough to cup the boy's skull and fuck his mouth, letting Leon's small pained noises drive him further until he comes in the boy's mouth. He doesn't let Leon go until the boy's swallowed, and when he finally does, Leon is coughing and gagging, red-faced. All the pride in him is gone.
Hugo reaches for the box on his desk, pulling out one of the earrings. They were Chris', and he did so love to watch them move as he fucked her. "Get your maid to put this in," he says, his voice low, pitched only for Leon's ears.
Leon's eyes widen in something that Hugo thinks might be hope. He's so desperate.
Hugo will wait until later to inform him that he's more useful to Hugo with that girlish beauty enhanced.