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Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron | 071

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[They're both so doomed.

Which is why in the end, all Leon can do is glance away, entirely embarrassed.]

...E-enough of this.

[....... they're such a mess.]

[they try so hard, but in the end... they're still stupid teenage boys who have no idea what they're doing.]

Leon... [they're both embarrassed and this is all so silly, but when leon gets huffy like that over something so small, stahn can't help but to pout a little.

just a little, and it's not in a very serious way, either. he just doesn't want the mood to get too weird when they've been having a comfortable evening.]

[They absolutely are teenage boys who have no idea what they're doing, and Stahn's familiar whining is...well.

Familiar.

But also still a little irritating.

Leon huffs in response, gently shoving Stahn's shoulder with his own, knocking against him.

And then just...sort of lingering there.]

[okay, that's a little more like it. this... is probably fine. stahn leans in a little to that, because he just likes to be close to leon.

he's completely content this way, even with the slightly awkward undertones. and then of course, his pout will fade away and go back to a smile.

...which then melts into a laugh, because it's all so silly, and he knows it. it's a slow process, and they're still learning. but everything is so warm and comfortable otherwise, and stahn is happy this way. so it's fine.]

[Sometimes, missions get a little too intense, even for Leon.

It's a rare thing, admittedly; between his skill, his abilities and his knowledge and smarts, he very rarely finds himself in a tight spot. Most of his missions these days are simple clean-up, too, or handling high profile criminals. Even without Chaltier, Leon's more than capable of handling that.

Usually.

This mission was different. While he does return uninjured, it was a close call--closer than he's had since the dangerous situation they handled all together as Swordian Masters. So he's riding high on the adrenaline, and on the knowledge that he could very well have not returned at all if that mission had gone any other way when he steps into their shared room; it's for that reason that he immediately goes straight to wherever Stahn is, not hesitating at all to reach out, grab Stahn's shirt by the front, and drags him into a pressing, fierce kiss.

The chance that he wasn't going to be able to do this again was just a little too close for him to miss out on it now.]

[there's really not much that could prepare stahn for something like that.

he'd been tidying up the room with the knowledge that leon was likely to be back soon—mostly just moving some things around on the desk to be better organized for leon's taste. but at the sound of the door swinging open, he turns—

and before he even has a chance to react in any way, he can feel the force of leon tugging at his shirt and just as suddenly comes the familiar warmth of leon's lips. well, sort of familiar. it's that way in the sense that they're leon's and he couldn't mistake that anywhere. but there's something different about the way leon kisses him this time. there's something almost desperate about it, and it's incredibly unlike leon to pull him into a kiss this way.]

Mmph— [there's a slightly surprised sound that escapes his throat, but it's not like he's going to refuse a kiss from leon. but it's not long before he draws back just slightly.]

Leon? [he's gently questioning; even with his body still hunched over to meet leon's lips and their faces close, he still finds room for concern for something that just seems so strange. he hasn't quite realized yet that leon's fierce approach is not the last of this at all just yet.]

[He's incredibly desperate right now, Stahn isn't wrong about that. Which is why even Stahn's gentle questioning and concern isn't going to do much to stop him right now. There's an edge to his kiss that can't be muted or blunted, one that stems entirely from his fears. He's never been entirely afraid of dying, but now...now that he's here, now that he has Stahn, now that he has this, and he's happy... he doesn't want to die.

He's safe now, of course.

He's fine. He's not hurt. He's probably not going to be on a dangerous mission again, not for some time.

But this is important. Stahn is important, having this with Stahn is important, which is why he immediately slams their lips together again, lips slightly parted as his fingers tighten in Stahn's shirt. He absolutely won't let go, not now.

Stop trying to talk to him and just kiss him.]

[it's a little worrying, really—this is so different than leon's normal anything, and stahn can't help but to be concerned about that. something must have happened, and he wants to know what, because... well, of course he does. he always wants to know about the things that affect leon's well-being.

but there's not any time for that. because before he can pull back enough for a questioning gaze and actually ask what's wrong, leon's lips are crashing against his again and... well, it's a little hard for him to resist it. he's missed leon while he was away, after all, and now he's here, making his presence known in every possible way.

stahn can almost feel the breath leaving his lungs from the intensity of leon's kiss, and when his own lips part, inviting, the breath escapes him and finds its way to leon. the worries start to flit out of his mind—not completely, but enough so that stahn wants leon more than he wants words. his hands find their way to leon's body, one resting on his waist, the other on a hip. it's all a little awkward, giving the height difference, but stahn thinks this will be short-lived, so he's not quite breaking the kiss yet just to suggest getting more comfortable.]

[Even with how they've slowly gotten more and more used to exchanging kisses, whether gentle (Stahn, usually) or more insistent and demanding (Leon, as ever), this is a little different. It's lacking in finesse, because even with all of his determination and desperation, Leon's not practiced in this. They're both still pretty new to it.

But that doesn't matter either because Stahn's not resisting at all, he's leaning into the kiss, and that's all Leon really wanted or needed. To have Stahn here with him, to know that this is the life he has and nothing is going to take that away from him...

It's important.

He buries his fingers into Stahn's hair with his free hand to keep him in place, and even if the position is awkward and Leon's probably going to get a crick in his neck from this if they keep it up like this, Leon's honestly got no intentions of pulling away; even breaking apart for a quick, unsteady breath only lasts for a moment before he's pressing for that kiss again.]

[there's another small noise that escapes his throat—almost a choked-sounded groan that comes from the sensation of leon's fingers in his hair. this is undoubtedly a different experience than any of their other kisses before it.

whether they were gentle or demanding, they were also short-lived; brief experiences that were warm and a little enthralling simply because they were with leon. but this... this is different. the desperation that seeps through it almost primal in some way, and the desire is what creeps through more than anything else. stahn has always maintain pretty strict boundaries for the sake of leon's comfort—he's been intent this whole while with waiting until leon was ready to take event the slightest steps.

but stahn is still just a teenage boy with wants and needs.

so with leon breaking all of these boundaries, stahn finds himself unable to focus on what's wrong; there's only what's right, and that's continuing this intense, passionate kisses that barely give them any room to breathe. but while leon doesn't try to find any way to make this more comfortable for them, stahn is clasping at leon's waist to pull him closer, to try and lift him slightly so he doesn't have to bend over so much.

it's definitely not a comfortable way for either of them to stand, but stahn can't find it in him to pull away from leon for even a moment quite yet.]

[Leon does make a startled noise in the back of his throat when Stahn suddenly drags him closer and lifts him up a little, and there's a part of Leon's mind that notes that this can't possibly last for long--there's no way Stahn can hold him up for a long period of time, not in a position like this, even if they're both clearly enthralled by this.

Something will have to change or give, but that's about all the brainpower Leon can spare for that, because Stahn's reciprocating--more than reciprocating, really, he's throwing himself into this with his usual fiery passion, and between this and the leftover adrenaline petering off from his mission, Leon's left weak at the knees. Maybe it's a good thing Stahn's holding him up this way.

But regardless of how long this lasts or how this ends (even if it's in a heap on the floor if Stahn drops him, though Leon would probably have some choice words then), the rest of Leon's focus is entirely captured by this--by the taste of Stahn's lips, the fierceness of this kiss, and the way that this can somehow completely overwhelm all of his senses in every way.

This is exactly what he needed after that, and he hadn't even known it until Stahn kissed back.]

[stahn has absolutely no intention of dropping leon.

if anything, it's the opposite. the more stahn gets, the more he selfishly craves, and as long as leon doesn't make any obvious indication of feeling uncomfortable, stahn isn't going to stop just yet. it's like opening a can of worms in a way—stahn has been tame, but his fiery, hot-blooded nature can't really be held back for long.

if this is what leon wanted when he walked into the room, he's definitely getting it, and then some.

stahn's kisses don't stop; they're fierce, deep and completely unrelenting.

there's so much more he wants to do, because he wants to feel the warmth of leon's skin under his palms and thread his fingers through leon's hair—things he can't do in this awkward position.

though he doesn't stop and pull away completely, stahn tries to shift, clumsily maneuvering between kisses to turn their positions so leon's back is to the desk. there's a brief pausein which he pulls back just enough to heave a couple of heavy breaths, but even at that, he wants to feel leon's lips against his own too much to let that lie.

neither of them knew how much they needed this; being so placid and cautious could only last for so long; now that leon's opened up these floodgates, stahn wants nothing more than to use these kisses and these moments to convey how much he was missed... even without having the faintest idea of what leon experienced during his mission.]

[This is entirely what Leon wanted, and even if he had no idea that this was how Stahn was going to react, it's hardly something he's going to complain about. If anything, everything Stahn is doing is pushing the nearness of that fatality away. "Could have"s fade away fast in comparison to Stahn's arm around his waist and the intermingling of their breaths, hot, heavy and intense as neither of them lets up.

Everything he was frightened of has no choice but to fade away, because Stahn is solid and real when pressed up against him like this, and that's all Leon could have ever asked for.

When Stahn pauses, Leon, too, has to focus on just breathing, unsteadily and shuddering, the edge of the desk digging into Leon's back--which is honestly not that comfortable, and Leon shifts a little then, though he doesn't quite know how to fix that. And he's honestly not entirely too concerned with it, because of far greater importance is the face that they've been separated a moment too long (brief as that was), and Leon's not going to hesitate to lean up for another kiss, pressing his lips to Stahn's with thorough intent. Some of the desperation is fading away now, but the intensity and the eagerness remains, because now that they've opened these gates, well... it's not something Leon's prepared to give up either.]

[it's impossible to resist—the way leon aggressively kisses him seems to declare intent to keep going, and it's like the better part of any conscious has completely left stahn. his heart is racing in his chest from the sheer excitement, but the truth is that he can't keep this position either.

but he doesn't want to break the kisses for any more than a second, not the quick ones, not the ones where he tastes leon against his tongue, not the ones where his teeth lightly tug at leon's lips—not a single one of them.

which is why everything about his actions are clumsy. hands fumbling for a proper grip on leon's waist, followed by using what strength he has to lift leon up. it winds him a little, but being unwilling to stop in the moment because every sensation that makes his lips tingly and raw is fine... even if what comes next is just as clumsy. he lifts leon to seat him on the desk with little regard for what's actually on the desk, meaning that leon's body is the force that slides everything askew. papers scatter everywhere, the quill pen gets knocked to the floor along with other stationary supplies...

and stahn is paying exactly zero mind to that, instead using this newfound equal height to free up his hands; one rests on the side of leon's thigh, the other cups his cheek in just a way that the tips of his fingers lightly thread the hair at the base of leon's temple.]

[It's clumsy, and unexpected, and everything that was on his desk gets knocked about and aside, and if Leon was in his right mind he'd be very displeased about that--but with Stahn's hand on his thigh and the other cupping his cheek, really all Leon can think about is pressing forward (and not having to lean up, and that's satisfying too in its own way) to deepen that kiss.

There's something entirely new and different about this, as though all of those boundaries and walls were slammed down all at once, as though Leon's throwing himself into a leap of faith knowing full well that Stahn will catch him.

But in reality...it's really not that much of a leap, is it? After all, Stahn has been there for him for so long now. He's been restraining this fierceness, this warmth solely to not push Leon, and he knows it. There's a part of him that wonders if maybe he hasn't been missing out all this time, if this is the sort of spark Stahn's capable of, the sort that pools warmth in Leon's gut and gets him to reach out with his free hand (the other still buried in Stahn's hair) to wrap his arm around Stahn's back and pull him even closer, as though they're not already practically as close as can be.

No, in reality, this isn't much of a leap at all, because when Leon had found himself in that danger before, his first thought had been that he wasn't ready to lose what he had with Stahn, and everything else had come after.

This has been safe for awhile--and even if perhaps Leon could have initiated something like this earlier, he certainly doesn't regret doing it now.]

[there's not even the slightest hesitation when leon pulls him closer. even though there's not much further stahn can move and his own body is forced to press against the desk a bit, he'll still try his best to shimmy even closer to that there's virtually no gap between them.

this is everything stahn has been holding back since they decided to make something of their feelings. it's been increasingly more challenging too—sharing a bed, dealing with leon's long gaps of time away on missions, and so many gentle touches and grazes that would make his hair stand on ends that sometimes, it was actively difficult to not unleash this level of desire. because of course, he's wanted this. stahn is keenly enough aware of his own feelings at this point and the fact that he wants to give his everything for leon, and finding ways to express that while respecting leon's walls and boundaries isn't always easy.

but now leon is here. he's here, he's close, and he can taste the subtle sweetness that seems to exemplify leon behind closed doors. stahn can feel his breath, the warmth of his skin, the silkiness of his hair—even if the fabric from his clothing seems to be enough to keep that fire burning, with his kisses being returned with increasing intensity. it's almost dizzying how much he likes this, and how little he wants it to stop.]

[Being around Stahn has always been warm. Warm, fiery, it's everything Stahn is and always has been, and it's more than enough for Leon. Of course something like this, which has its own heat and warmth to it, is only even more passionate when it's Stahn.

But then, Leon can't imagine doing this with anyone else. It's Stahn that he trusts enough to bring closer, arm wrapped around him, fingers tightening in his hair. It's Stahn he trusts with his hand cupped around his cheek, the other gentle but warm on his leg, and he couldn't allow anyone else to be that close and intimate, but Stahn...

When it's Stahn, he not only feels safe, he feels incredibly warm. The intensity of Stahn's feelings...they come through, crystal clear, and Leon understands, because he feels the same way. Even if it was his own walls and boundaries keeping Stahn at even the distance they were at, the only reason he can crash them down right now is because he loves Stahn that much.

He doesn't really want this to stop either, but eventually he does have to break away if only to breathe, to breathe and because he's a little overwhelmed by that connection, that he's that in love even if he really should have known this all along, and for a moment Leon just stares at Stahn, as if deciding if he should go for another kiss, even with his chest heaving, or pull away more.

He's leaning towards more kisses though, honestly. It's a little hard to stop now that he's gotten a taste for what they can be.]

[there's no protest when leon pulls away, because as much as he wants more—as much as he feels like he could do this forever—there's a lot more to it than just that.

stahn has known his own feelings for a long time now. he knows that he loves leon, that he's in love with leon and that for all the times they bicker and don't necessarily view things the same, there's nobody else out there for him the way that leon is. stahn knows the warmth he feels just seeing leon is something that couldn't be replicated by anyone else.

—and there's no comparing the excitement that fills his entire body just from sharing fiery kisses like these. but even though he knows this, even though he's been incredibly patient despite knowing this, he also knows for leon... it's probably still a lot. to express his feelings so openly, especially having done so without any words. so while leon takes that moment to catch his breath (and really? stahn needs it too, else his passions may get a little too passionate in quarters as close as these. not a long break, especially if leon is willing to indulge more... but enough for a couple of small, but important things.

the first is to meet leon's gaze, though his own is a bit hazy. stahn's cheeks are red and his lips look almost raw and swollen slightly from their endeavors. but he's warm, and his fingers are pushing some disheveled hair way from leon's face.]

...Welcome home. [it's something he feels needs to be said, and punctuated with a brief, more gentle kiss.

there's plenty of room for excitement, and for more of those kisses, but the moment of reprieve can't be waste on a sentiment so important. leon is home.

leon is home, and he's safe, and it's always the biggest relief when that happens. it's important, it's exciting, it gives him all the more reason to want to be close and stay close—he's usually pretty tame in expressing how much he's missed leon, but with an entrace like that, there's no holding back.]

[Meeting Stahn's gaze like this almost breaks Leon down again, almost gets him to just reach for him again to pull him into a kiss, because there's something terribly enticing about the look on his face and the rest in his cheeks and lips, and it takes everything Leon has to just breathe out a shuddery breath instead of dragging Stahn in for another needy kiss.

Later.

In a moment.

Because it's true that this is also incredibly important. Stahn's welcoming him home, and for a moment Leon can only clear his throat, because it feels a little caught with some unidentifiable emotion. He almost didn't come home to this--to Stahn meeting his eyes with such a genuine, happy look on his face, to Stahn gently brushing his hair from his eyes.

Leon swallows hard, and then leans in for another kiss, but this one is quiet and slow and gentle, and when he pulls back, he can so sincerely say:]

It's good to be home.

[He's so grateful to have this.]

[hearing that is almost like magic when combined with such a gentle, warm kiss...

stahn still definitely wants more.

his hand moves away from leon's leg for a moment as he leans in; both his hands cup leon's cheeks, and the warmth in his eyes definitely betrays the sheer amount of burning heat that he feels right now. but stahn rushes into nothing, of only because there's another sentiment he absolutely needs to express before that.

if he can figure out how.

less gentle than the last kiss, but far less intense than the ones that came before it, stahn plants more kisses on leon's lips, each small one increasing in intensity until he's almost sucking lightly at his lower lip. when stahn finally breaks the kiss (if only barely), he says the words on his mind right up against leon's mouth.

his inhibitions are definitely lessened a bit, because they're words he's never dared to say evem if it's something that's always implied when they're apart.]

I missed you. [it comes out at barely above a whisper and completely breathless—but is it any surprise? with a greeting like the one he got from leon, it's only amplified just how lonely he was without leon's companionship; now he's almost completely unwilling to let go.

at this rate, he'd keep kissing leon until their lips fell off.]

[It's definitely not just Stahn now. Leon's pretty sure he could remain here for the rest of the night, shifting from languid kisses to intense kisses and back again, if they were capable of it. Granted, they'll probably run out of stamina long before then (especially Leon, who's mainly persisting on his adrenaline high, because the day took a lot out of him), but for now it's easy to just lean into the kiss, Stahn dragging a muffled noise verging on a groan out of Leon as he sucks on his lower lip.

It's a new sort of feeling, one that shortens his breath and makes him shiver, and Stahn's words don't help at all.

He missed him.

Leon's always known that Stahn misses him when he's gone, but it's different hearing it, especially in that breathless tone, and Leon can only breathe out shakily in response, nodding slowly and trying to find his voice to respond. He missed Stahn too--so much. He's happy to be here with Stahn, safe and sound--how could he feel anything but safe, perched on the desk like this with Stahn almost larger than life around him and before him, fingers gentle on his face.

In the end, he doesn't say any of that, but he does lean in to slot their lips together again, tasting at Stahn's lips himself, because he knows that speaks very well for itself.

He absolutely missed Stahn too. Who could ever doubt that?]

[stahn doesn't need leon's words to know that he was missed; the feeling of leon's lips against his once again speaks volumes for him.

words aren't leon's strong suit, and stahn knows it, so there isn't any sort of expectation for them. even stahn himself couldn't have predicted he'd finally voice those feelings until it was actually happening. and now his lips are pressed against leon's again and it's easy to just fall back into that position wanting a little more fire from it all.

there will be time to talk later. there'll be time to see how leon's mission went and shower him with gentle, chaste kisses while they unwind in bed.

right now, stahn still wants to maintain the heat while it's there, because he hasn't the faintest idea if this will become a regular part of their routine, or if this just sometimes special enough that he needs to grab onto it in the moment. so one of his hands drops slightly, lightly cupping the side of leon's neck. this time, his other hand shifts so his fingers thread leon's hair properly... it's almost like his hands are looking to touch every part of leon that is acceptable just to soak in his tangibility.

if stahn's feelings had ever once been called into question, the way he moves now only further proves that he just wants to experience every part of leon for his own. he loves leon, he loves to be near him in every sense of the word. his kisses accompany this sentiment, returning leon's with an intensity that exemplifies why fire is his natural element. everything may be slightly clumsy, sloppy and inexperienced, but what shows is how much he tries simply because it's what he feels.]

[It's all too easy for Leon to lean into Stahn's touch, too. If Stahn's going to run his fingers through Leon's hair, Leon's going to lean into that hand ever-so-slightly; not enough to break their kiss, but more than enough to make it clear that he enjoys the touch. When it comes from Stahn... well, he's come a long way in handling that sort of thing.

He trusts Stahn, he loves Stahn, he's in love with Stahn, and he's perfectly content to have Stahn's hands on him.

A lot has changed over their time together, even Leon can tell that much, but he doesn't draw attention to it. Instead, he matches Stahn's kisses as best he can, and while he doesn't have the same fiery passion that Stahn does, he certainly has a lot of warmth and affection to give even so. The fierceness of their kisses has bled away a great deal of the desperation he had, but now it's purely out of desire that Leon continues to kiss Stahn, emphatic and warm.

In the meantime, though, he's pretty sure Stahn's not going to try to pull away from him in the least, and so he can run the fingers of his hand that was keeping Stahn close up his back instead, along the line of his spine, more an exploration than anything.

Yes, this is absolutely fine, he thinks, this is the sort of thing that will definitely have to happen again.]

[neither of them need to draw attention to it; stahn is aware as much as leon is that doing so will only make things awkward when they haven't mastered the art of talking about these things. there's still so much that's left unspoken between then, and stahn isn't in any rush to push past that even if he doesn't want for there to be a time when that's possible.

will he be able to say those words one day? will there come a time when he can verbally state that he loves leon? stahn isn't sure, but all the same, he thinks that his actions likely do well enough to convey it.

the kisses don't stop—not really. but when he feels leon's fingers tracing his spine, he shudders just a little; the hair on the back of his neck stands on ends and he can feel the goosebumps forming all over. leon's touch is... it's something so new and different this way. it's adventurous and there's a part of his mind that wonders what it would feel like if those fingers were running down his bare back.

it causes stahn to pull back for just the briefest of moments, lips still grazing against leon's as he sucks in a quiet breath, and then exhales so their breathes intermingle. there may not be any desperation left (or very little), but there's definitely something almost carnal about the way he crashes his lips against leon's mouth again. stahn wants to be adventurous too, he wants to explore leon more, he wants to see how his lips would feel against leon's jawline, against his neck and maybe right down to his collarbone—but he is trying to exercise restraint, only increasing in intensity. his fingers tighten a little against the hair at the base of leon's neck, giving the gentlest of tugs—hardly anything that could cause pain, but all the same still displaying just how much he wants this.]

[The tug at his hair pulls another groan from Leon, a soft sound that isn't pained in the least. It doesn't hurt, but Leon can't deny that there's something about it that gets to him even so, something about that and Stahn's actions and Stahn's lips against his that makes him shudder, and press closer, and tighten his fingers in the back of Stahn's shirt, clinging tightly.

Not that he's clingy in any way, of course, except...well, right now he can't really deny that either.

Right now he wants nothing more than to cling to Stahn like this, to remain close and taste him, to see how far they can take these kisses and how different it feels to gently scrape his teeth along Stahn's bottom lip, following half-thought out instincts and nothing else.

But right now, he doesn't need anything but instinct, instinct and the knowledge that he has complete and total trust in Stahn, and that's why he's unresisting in Stahn's hands, moving with his touch without any hesitation.

They may not be good at the words aspect of things yet, but there's a lot being said even here without, though not even Leon will realize it until later, when they've recovered from their intermingled breaths and desperation to keep the moment going.]

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