realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

Well...

[when leon says it like that, there's really only one thing he can say in response:]

I hope you don't ever say that at all. [it's a bit of a quiet admission, but it's incredibly earnest. he doesn't want to leave leon, not ever. so of course, he'll say that... not that the extra assurance is really completely needed at this point.

but he wants to say it.

he wants to further reassure leon that he has no intention of ever going, marriage be damned.]

[stahn will lead them both inside, pouting a bit but still politely greeting the clerk like an old friend.]

You could sound a little more joking if that's the case, you know. [—he still won't let it drop that easily.]

[Stop encouraging his possessive tendencies, Stahn... but with that sort of encouragement, Leon's really not going to hesitate to go right along with it.

Which is why his fingers tighten in Stahn's sleeve, and he hums quietly under his breath. He's comfortable here, resting against Stahn like this, and he's happy too to know that Stahn is for all intents and purposes his, even without marriage. Perhaps... it would be worthwhile to lay a more permanent and distinctive claim on Stahn via that method, but...

Leon's never felt like he had to, not with how sincere and trustworthy Stahn is, and not with the faith he has in him.

And so, with Stahn encouraging him like this, and being so patient and understanding with him, Leon will go ahead and reward him for it, leaning up to press his lips to Stahn's briefly, but pulling away only far enough to murmur practically against his lips--]

I do not intend to give you up or share you--of course I will never say that you are allowed to leave.

[He's quite happy to lay his claim right here and now.]

[hmph!!]

Perhaps you should learn to properly interpret my words.

[no... no judas that's not how it works.]

[oh.

what starts out as seeming so innocuous quickly changes the mood around them. leon murmuring words that sound so provocative sends a shiver straight down stahn's spine. though words could sound so demanding, so possessive, or just plain factual.

but in that tone of voice, so close to stahn's lips to the point that he can feel leon's breath as he speaks... well, it definitely gets stahn's heart racing. he can feel a warmth deepening in his face, and within seconds, he's closing the gap to kiss leon. but unlike his normal, more gentle kisses, this one has a bit of fire, lightly baring teeth and tugging at leon's lower lip a bit. it's still brief.]

...I'm not going to share you, either. [it's petty and selfish, and something he's aware isn't really going to be a serious issue, but he wants it to be known. stahn doesn't take offense to the girls that flirt with him for his charming looks (even if his personality tends to betray that), but he still wants it to be known. when it comes to matters like this, he wants to be the only one who lies with leon, the only one who tastes his lips, the only one who gets to bury their face in his hair and breathe in the clean and almost floral fragrance that's so uniquely leon.]

That's not how it works at all!

[when they get like this, it's really like stahn hasn't aged a bit.]

[He really hasn't aged a bit--and that's what gets Judas to snort under his breath, the quietest of noises alongside what's...well, probably a quiet laugh.

Yeah.

Like this...he's honestly really content. Getting to be with Stahn like this, and even despite the gaps in their ages now, they're still able to talk like this, as if nothing ever changed--it's so important to him.]

[That sure became Something really fast. Leon's breath catches in his throat at that kiss, at the promise of fire and warmth and passion it holds, even with as brief as it was--and he has to clear his throat gently to be able to respond, because he suddenly felt just a little bit at a loss for words.

It seems that no matter how often they get this far, it's still enough to render Leon pretty close to speechless, though he's gotten better.

He's not pushing Stahn away anymore, after all.

Instead, he tilts his head to inspect Stahn's face properly, and honestly? He's satisfied with what he sees. It's silly, really. There are a lot of things that can embarrass Leon, especially coming from Stahn, but this? This is just...well, it's somehow very endearing.

Perhaps it's because Leon knows how gentle Stahn always is, despite the underlying fire that he knows is there.]

This sort of expression suits you. [That's what he finally says, reaching a hand up to run a thumb along Stahn's jaw until he can tilt it so he can meet Stahn's eyes better. He doesn't really intend for the gesture to be provocative, but...well, he is slowly running his fingers along Stahn's jaw, so it's probably more so than he'd even think.]

I'd wondered if you had it in you.

[That sort of possessiveness, he means... Leon knows that he himself does, because he knows that he himself is not a very pure or good person, but coming from Stahn... it's a little surprising, but not in a bad way.]

[it's important to stahn too—because regardless of the time spent apart, the gap in their ages, and a change in identity...

judas is still his best friend. that's something that's never once faltered over the course of eighteen years. it never has, and it never will. and that's why when judas emits that laugh... well, stahn's shoulders relax and he can't help but to laugh a little too.

the shop own makes a remark about how unsurprising it is to see stahn getting along well with their new family member, and stahn himself can reply easily that he was treasured family even before he came to live with them. it's vague, and typical enough of stahn not to be questioned, so he'll grin as he turns his focus back to judas.]

Come on, I'll show you where everything is!

[stahn smirks a little in response to that, because in a way... it is almost laughable that leon would even have to wonder that.

he closes the gap again to press another rough kiss hard against leon's mouth, a hand dragging up to clasp at the side of his neck. when he breaks the kiss, his mouth is still dangerously close to leon's, enough to practically breathe against his mouth as he husks out the words.]

I'm still a guy, you know... [stahn knows that he's nice, and he tries his best not to be selfish and demanding. he tries to be considerate and respect leon's boundaries, and he's a bit pure in that there's still a lot about the world he feels he has to learn.

but he's a nineteen year old boy.

he has wants and needs and desires; he's attracted to leon in every sense of the word. he doesn't want to share leon or give him up—and he wants leon to know that he has no intention of letting that happen, either. he wants to be the only one who gets to kiss leon, to send chills down his spine, to try and find all the places that will make him squirm in the best of ways. stahn is just as possessive in this case, even if he tends to be better at restraining himself.]

[... Honestly, Stahn's always so fond.

Judas can't help the way he shakes his head, even as his stomach flip-flops a bit; he still doesn't know how he feels to be so treasured and loved like this. Some days it honestly feels... like it's nothing he deserves.

And others, it feels so right.

So he focuses on the most important bit--the shopping.]

Very well then. Where should we start with the list?

[The kiss is forceful, and certain, and Leon likes it--he likes it when Stahn is determined and sure of what he wants, and so willing to be rough like this. It isn't that he doesn't like the care and caution and loving gestures that Stahn is also capable, of course; he loves those just as much, but in a different way. Those are deliberate and caring and sweet, but this is what happens when they strip away a lot of their thoughts and hesitations and worries and just do.

And it's honestly always good.

Leon's breathing is a little ragged already when Stahn breathes those words against his lips; he tries to make an affirming, understanding noise, but it's a bit closer to a slight groan, because there's nothing unenjoyable about this situation.

Stahn so certain that he can claim Leon like this, well... they've come a long way, in that Leon thinks that Stahn can too. Not that he intends to make it easy at all, of course, because he's Leon--instead, he leans in to close the gap again, forcefully shoving their lips together again and lingering there this time, fingers burying themselves into Stahn's hair to keep him in place.

He'll only speak when he finally breaks away to breathe, still remaining close nonetheless, eyes locked onto Stahn's.]

You don't always have to hold back. [Not with him--not now. Not now that they are what they are. He might have to hold back on discussing marriage, yes, because Leon's not able to cope with that, but physical expressions of their love like this? He knows how to handle those now.]

Mm... [it's a quiet grunt of affirmation, followed by a much briefer kiss to the corner of leon's mouth before he speaks again.]

...Then I won't. [there's something almost carnal about the way he says it, and he'll barely give leon any time to react before he makes his next move.

it's fiery, sloppy crash of his lips against leon's, baring teeth and heavy breaths.

but that's not where it stops.

his hands slide to leon's waist to pull him closer, all the same making the motions to fall backwards on the bed properly; he's horizontal and keeping leon on top of him while doing his best to not break the intensity of his kisses. if leon tells him to let go, if leon tells him not to hold back, this is the sort of position they end up in.

and it doesn't take long for his hands to wander either, feeling leon's form, seeking out skin—anything he can get without pushing the limit too far.]

[it's hard for stahn to know what judas is thinking in that regard; even if he sees the shift in expression...

well, it could be anything. and the fact that he's pretty quick to stay on topic despite that look means it's probably something he doesn't want to talk about, right? so for stahn, it's okay to brush it aside for now and ask later, perhaps when they're back at home and it feels safer to ask more personal questions.]

I usually just start from the top and work my way down! I'd probably end up missing something if I did it any other way. [stahn is still stahn, after all. he gets sidetracked pretty easily when he's running errands.]

[Leon did ask for this, after all, and every part of it works together to be...something Leon likes. There are so many ways Stahn could've done this that would have put Leon on edge--if Stahn had fallen on top of him, for instance, instead of falling beneath him. There's no reason for Leon to tense up here.

Instead, he has a prime view of Stahn beneath him, before their lips are locked again, and then there's nothing else to see.

Not that he really needs to.

No, he doesn't need to see anything at all, not when Stahn's fingers are trailing along his skin, Leon's shirt hitched up a bit to allow Stahn's searching fingers to find that skin. It makes him shudder, those featherlight touches almost overly sensitive, when it's something he's honestly been waiting for and yet could never really be prepared for.

Leon's not going to be telling him to hold back.

Leon's not going to be saying much of anything, really, because Leon is Occupied.

His fingers bury themselves in Stahn's hair, but his free hand drifts down to Stahn's side, fingers grasping at his side, reaching for skin as well, though he can't find it yet, not with how Stahn's shirt is. He's still trying, but he's also otherwise occupied.

With the kiss.

He returns it with equal fire, equal enthusiasm, and even more intensity, taking his advantage in being on top of Stahn to lean over him, bangs framing Stahn's face as he does.]

[It's probably safer to ask when they're home, it's true--but for now, he just tilts his head, nodding. That suits Stahn, but Judas is a bit of a multitasker, so Judas is going to go ahead and pick out things that he remembers are on the list as they go, so they don't have to go in circles.]

We can cut time down this way.

[the fact that leon doesn't hesitate at all feels like a welcoming invitation. the way he kisses back, the way he shudders at stahn's touch but continues, the way his own hands seem to be searching for skin—for the first time, it really feels like they're in a position they're both ready to be in.

stahn's held back for a while, he's waited for leon to give him the okay to go. and even though stahn is still clumsy in his motions—\from the excitement, the passion and the inexperience—he doesn't seem to stop. his lips are slotted against leon's enough, sometimes pulling back to suck on leon's lip, sometimes to sloppily kiss his jaw when he's pulling back just enough to breathe.

all the while, his hands are finding their way beneath leon's shirt, feeling the increasing warmth to his skin. he seeks out whatever he can reach—back, chest, torso—and trying to commit the feeling of leon's body to his memory. he's waited so long, he's wanted to badly to just have every part of leon and his body to himself. he's not going to give it up, not even as his body shifts.

stahn's back arches a little and he slides downward just a bit to loosen his shirt from where it's tucked, giving leon an opportunity to do the same and seek out skin. his leg slides up a bit between leon's leg's, seeking a more suitable position, since it's clear that neither of them plans to stop what they're doing quite yet.

from his throat escapes a groan, one that is pleased, that is excited, that is soaking in every last moment of what is happening.]

Ah... ahah... I guess it's just like you to be able to do things this way so easily.

[stahn laughs at bit awkwardly, but it's true. it really is just like judas to remember and be able to keep track of so much while stahn carefully goes down the list in order, checking three or four times just to be safe.]

[It figures that he needs Stahn to help him with his stupid shirt.

Leon has enough brainpower to spare an irritated thought for that, frowning slightly to himself, but then Stahn's lips are on his again and he doesn't really have any time to frown at all.

Not that he's complaining.

Instead he follows what little instinct he has in this area, shifting to press flush against Stahn's chest, moving with Stahn's movements. All he knows is that he doesn't want to be far away, so if Stahn's going to shift and move, sliding his leg between Leon's, Leon won't hesitate to allow it.

On the other hand, as much as he doesn't mind Stahn taking charge (it's a personality trait that he honestly doesn't mind at all coming from Stahn), he's not exactly happy settling back and letting it happen. Granted, he has no idea what he's doing, but he doesn't care about that, either; all that matters is that he can press forward, tongue tasting at Stahn's lips, even as his fingers slide beneath Stahn's shirt to run along his spine.

Everything is suddenly happening just a little too quickly, but Leon's more than happy to be part of the experience--he has no intentions of just being along for the ride, because he wants to lay his claim to Stahn just as much as the reverse. And if he can pull Stahn's shirt up further in the process, well, that's hardly something to complain about. (Abs)]

[Sorry....this is what he's good for, really.]

... You can still keep the list. It will be good to reference if we miss something, and will serve as a guide for our path.

[Or he's just trying to humor Stahn and doesn't want him to feel bad--that's a possibility too.]

[it's more fair this way, a mutual expression of their feelings—but it's definitely a lot and very quickly. stahn's mind hasn't caught up to what his body is doing, and while that's fine for now, it does mean he'll fumble in his motions a little, clumsy in the way he shifts.

some of those motions are a bit jerky—the sudden way in which he arches his back when he feels leon's fingers trailing his spine. he can't help the way he suddenly breaks the kiss to shudder an aroused breath and swallow thickly, or how his head turns just a bit before pushes himself to to angle kisses down leon's jawline until he's close enough to get another taste of leon's lips.

neither of them has much of a clue, and stahn's mind is clouded by desire and impulse. he isn't thinking of much at all right now; not a single thought seems to be conscious beyond the feeling of enjoying what's happening. the kisses are heated and almost desperate—it's impossible to deny that all the holding back that stahn has done for leon's sake is practically seeping out of him bit-by-bit, unable to be contained.

his hands memorize the contours of leon's body, seeking to never forget any scars or raised marks, any birthmarks, anything that isn't just the smoothness of his skin. his hands move up until the tips of his fingers can trace the protrusion of his collarbone, then slowly drag down until they can just barely tease and working their way under leon's beltline.

there's no thought, just wants. wants and more wants, and until either leon stops him or his own inability to quickly decide what comes next gets to him, stahn doesn't plan on giving it up. right now, he wants all of leon for himself.]

Oh! Mm, that's good thinking!

[well, it's a nice enough gesture to placate him, since he's still moving somewhat slow. he mostly knows what he needs and definitely knows where everything is...

but he can't help it, because any time he screws up at all, he has to deal with rutee getting mad at him for it—even though it only takes a few minutes to walk back and get what they need.]

[Some of these movements and actions are entirely new for them.

Not for a lack of trying, admittedly, but there's aways something, it felt like. Always something that interrupted, always something that got in the way, and they never quite got this far. So it truly is A Lot; Stahn's fingers slide under his beltline and Leon makes a choked off noise, one that's both startled and pleased in equal measure. Touch like this... it's new to the both of them in so many ways, but his brain hasn't caught up enough to realize that it might be a little too much, and so Leon's main focus really is on just getting more of it.

So his fingers trail from Stahn's back to his front (abs), exploring as well, getting to really touch and examine and learn Stahn's body for the first time, and he enjoys it. It's something that feels very right, even if his movements are equally unpolished and occasionally fumbling--there's at least no hesitation whatsoever, despite their general newness. Shifting with Stahn's movements means he ends up pressed against the leg between his legs, and his breath catches a little at that as well, caught off guard as he is.

But the desperation in the kisses is impossible to miss, but it's also impossible to not reciprocate. Everything about this situation is overwhelming in the best of ways, so he keeps one hand buried in Stahn's hair, perhaps an eternal fascination while also a way to keep his head in place, even as he matches Stahn kiss for messy and intense kiss.

At some point, maybe, their brains will catch up with them, but it sure hasn't happened yet.]

[Don't worry, Stahn...they won't forget anything, Judas has got this down. So he just nods simply, and starts to gather what they need. He honestly doesn't even need the list, because he's already memorized pretty much all of it, but... minor details, Stahn is definitely helping.]

[the fact that they're both so unpolished in their actions, that there's a bit of fumbling as they try to feel things out makes stahn a bit more at ease with it—like a somewhat subconscious confirmation that leon wants this as much as he does, but also that they're still treading new and unfamiliar territory.

he moves into leon's touches with every movement, each kiss more desperate and fervent than the last. he can't stop, because he thinks that if he stops, something will interrupt them and this will all be put on the backburner once more.

he doesn't want that, not now. not when he wants this. not when leon wants it. not when he can feel the warmth of leon's skin against his, feeling and memorizing just as he'd been doing. and for stahn, with his fingers below leon's beltline, he's feeling hipbones, letting his palms rest right on the protrusion and letting the very tips of his fingers graze the completely unfamiliar territory. stahn won't go further than that just yet.

but through his kisses, in muted, hushed and breathy tones, he asks a question.]

Are... you...

Still okay...?

[stahn's definitely breathless and completely engrossed in leon's body and every last kiss, but he still can't help but to ask. he doesn't know how far this is or isn't going to go, but even in this hazy state, he can't ignore that he may push leon too far if he only acts on his carnal desires.]

Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron | 071

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