Leon S Kennedy.

With a rare day off, they found themselves in the cozy ambiance of their kitchen, illuminated only by the soft glow of overhead lights. The clock ticked past midnight, marking the beginning of an intimate late-night rendezvous. Lingering in the kitchen, indulging in deep conversations, and sharing laughter, an impish spark ignited in Leon's eyes. He cast a mischievous glance at Ada, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Close your eyes," Leon whispered, his voice low and tantalizing. Ada, perched on the counter, obliged, a smile dancing on their lips as they eagerly awaited the surprise that was about to unfold. He rummaged through the fridge and pantry, searching for the perfect item. Finally, he settled on a can of whipped cream. With gentle movements, Leon retrieved a canister of whipped cream from the refrigerator, his fingers grazing Ada's cheek as he positioned himself before them. His touch lingered a little longer than usual; a subtle warmth in his fingertips sent shivers down Ada's spine. The sound of the nozzle being pressed punctuated the air. Followed by a soft hiss as creamy goodness spiraled onto his fingertip.

Then his next words slipped off his tongue so effortlessly, a firm command, "Mouth open. Tongue out." Ada parted their lips as they felt Leon's fingers carefully guide the creamy treat into their mouth. The sensation of the cold cream against their tongue sent a thrill racing through their veins—a heady mixture of sweetness and desire. Leon watched intently, his gaze smoldering with affection and a hint of mischief, as he fed them another dollop, his touch lingering a little longer each time. "That's it, sweetheart."