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[this is a catch-all for boyfriends

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- ice cream ✓
- seasickness
- stahn sacrifice ✓
- reunion: judas ✓
- taming stahn's hair ✓
- piggyback rides ✓
- just imagine
- family dinner
- why is there pow hammer
- possessive leon
- apologies
- post-barbatos afterlife meeting
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[ah.

he can admit to himself that he hadn't expected dymlos to come up in conversation; the swordians didn't come up often in conversation. when they did, it was usually to outside parties, rarely the ones who knew the swordians as closely as they did. when their friends would gather, they'd fondly reminisce, of course...

but it was painful for all of them to lose their treasured partners, even if their sacrifice is what allows them to live peacefully now.

for judas though, stahn knows it's not that simple. chaltier has hardly come up, save for recounting what happened on his journey with kyle.]

We do... in Leane. [it's something judas may not have seen in the altered timeline, because stahn wasn't there to ensure that things were properly cared for.]

For Dymlos, for Atwight... Clemente, Igtenos... [he'll list off all the names.]

Ritora, Chaltier... and Leon. [the precious members of their team. the comrades who had given their lives in the effort to stop miktran. in one way or another. the smile that rests on stahn's lip is a bit distant and melancholic; it always is when he thinks about their fallen friends. they were treasured in every way, so it was only natural that he'd keep their memory in a place that was equally treasured.

on the aileron property, tucked away beneath the farmland's trees. it wasn't a place anyone outside their family and friends—the ones who needed to know—would ever consider looking. it allowed them to freely remember even the ones who history didn't treat so kindly.]

I can take you there sometime, if you want.

[and keep him occupied it certainly does.

it's hard for stahn to focus at all when leon kisses him in such a tantalizing way. it's so easy to get engrossed in the feeling of leon's lips, of the way is own tingle from how long they've been doing this, and the sweet, familiar taste that he can't get enough of. he's a little light-headed from all the excitement—there's little doubt that so much blood has been rushing elsewhere that it's dizzying.

but all the same, leon is being... well, impressively leon. maneuvering one-handed so skillfully; it's almost difficult to tell that he's never done this before. he's certainly a bit smoother than stahn, and his motions feel confident and so distinctly leon that stahn can't help but feel more aroused by every last bit of his actions.

when leon lifts his hips, he feels the pressure and the friction ease and stahn can't help but to exhale a breath; it's probably the only reprieve his overloaded brain has had in a few minutes (not that he's complaining), though it's probably not a bad thing. stahn is a quick enough learner to know what to do next, pressing a bit of weight from his hand against leon's thigh and drawing the other away from his face to press into the matress. he can use that support to shift, lifting himself in a way that's inviting enough for leon to be able to further tug his pants down.

please. stahn is begging silently as he seeks leon's lips again. he wants this. he wants this a lot, to be able to feel every last inch of leon against his skin, and for leon to feel him in just the same way. maybe it's not even want, it's need, and he desperately feels like he's never needed anything in his life more than every bit of leon.]

[Stahn's assistance makes it easy; Leon doesn't break away from the kiss for longer than a moment just to see what his movements did, and then he's pressing right into it again, locking lips with Stahn enthusiastically. They're on the precipice of something new, and both exciting and nervewracking, but kissing Stahn like this has been familiar for months now, and even still Leon can't get enough of it. It's comforting and warming all at once, and Leon honestly and truly loves it.

But the rest of his mind is very much occupied with the need to pull Stahn's pants down the rest of the way--which is something he's able to accomplish when Stahn lifts himself, pulling the pants down as far as he possibly can. He can't strip Stahn completely from this position, but he was more than able to pull those pants down far enough to expose Stahn completely, just like Leon, and he's not going to worry about the rest.

He can't worry about the rest, because then he's settling himself back into Stahn's lap, and in the process, their hips press together just like this, no barriers between them, and the noise Leon makes when he pulls away from the kiss is choked and pleased, because this is what they were undeniably working towards.

And it's still so much more than he could have ever anticipated. Leon's hands slide from Stahn's hair to just wrap around his back, at a loss for what else to do with them; there's a lot still they have to figure out from here, but what Leon knows for sure is that he wants Stahn to stay this close, even if he knows nothing else.

But now, both naked and pressed together like this, they're certainly teetering right on the edge of something bigger, and Leon is ready, but he also wants to make sure that it's something they do and decide upon together--which is why he licks his lips and swallows, and meets Stahn's eyes firmly.

It's clear, really, even as his breathing is ragged and his face is flushed--

What now?

Because Leon would probably be willing to do just about anything--and he'd be willing to take charge as well, he thinks, but it's something he wants to confirm with Stahn first.]

[... Ah.

He somehow wasn't expecting that, even though maybe he should have been. It's incredibly Stahn to do something like that, and Judas blinks out at the rain before he turns his head to properly look at Stahn and inspect his face. But of course, he's only fond.

And of course, he's so willing to remember them like this.

It draws the first vague smile that Judas has made since it started to rain; it's a small, tired expression, but he's grateful nonetheless for that. For himself, of course, but for the other Swordians, and especially for Chal, he's grateful.]

I would like that. The next time you intend to travel that way, I would like to go.

[And see that, and leave Chal something, so he knows wherever he is that Judas still remembers and misses him.]

[the sensation is beyond overwhelming; feeling leon against him so directly in this way is something he couldn't have ever prepared himself for. it's almost immediate how he has to pull back his kiss and shudder a groan directly against leon's mouth.

he's enjoying every kiss and every touch as they fumble their way through this, and stahn can tell from the way leon moves that he's enjoying it too. even if they're both unsure of what comes next, of what they're doing it and just trying to feel it all out as they progress... it's truly the first time he's sure they both feel completely ready to take this next step together.

one of the things stahn knows though is that he doesn't want anything between them; even if his pants are pulled down enough to expose him fully and allow for direct contact, he's not completely stripped yet. the other thing he knows is that he doesn't, for any reason, want to break this contact with leon at all. the way they're pressed together, the invigorating, exciting feeling of friction and touch that makes his heart race—he doesn't want that to stop for even a single moment.

so even as leon looks at him, questioning further consent, seeking out something.. he's trying to work out the best course of action himself. his own breathing his ragged, his cheeks are flushed, and though it can't be seen, beads of sweat are already forming at his hairline—but there's a glint of excitement in his eyes even as he also looks... not entirely sure of what to do.

time to wing it.

a hand finds its way to leon's waist, the other to the middle of his back, and stahn is lowering himself to lay flat on the bed. in this way, he can feel the entirety of leon's weight against him—which between two kisses causes him to breathe in very sharply. but the position of his hands doesn't last—he seeks out one of leon's and tries to guide it towards his pants. this way, they could strip the remainder of his clothes with only minor weight shifting, and leon can still be directly on top of him. it gives them both a little bit of control as they try to figure out what comes next.

...which, well—that's the part stahn is most unsure of, honestly. he's never done this, not with anyone, and while he knows what the end result should be, all the pleasurable steps in getting there are the parts he doesn't know how to approach. he wants to see leon, feel him, touch him, taste him—in just about every way, but there still is that sense of apprehension for how to actually do that.]

[Stahn can try to shift Leon's hands to help him pull off his pants for the remainder of the way, but Leon is Distracted.

Namely by how as Stahn pulls them to a laying position on the bed, Leon ends up shifting naturally along with it, trying to make the movement not too startling or too much--

But because of that, he ends up basically grinding his hips against Stahn's.

It's done lightly at first, an entirely accidental movement of hips against hips, but the jolt of pleasure it sends right down Leon's spine gets him to react automatically, even before his brain can entirely catch up.

He rolls his hips forward again, pressing them against Stahn's and searching out more of that sensation, breathing catching and shuddering, a low groan escaping him as he does.

There's a small portion of his brain still working--it acknowledges that Stahn wants and needs his pants pulled off the remainder of the way. But he fumbles as he tries to do so, uncharacteristically, because it's so much--so much intensity, so much more sensation and feeling than Leon had ever really thought could be, and seeing Stahn disheveled and naked beneath him is simply the metaphorical icing on the cake.

Leon's body knows what it wants if nothing else, and it's Stahn--moreso even than he was ever prepared for, more than he ever acknowledged.

It'll take a moment for his brain to boot back up to be sure.]

Edited 2016-06-10 20:37 (UTC)

[oh.

there was literally no way for stahn to be prepared for any of that.

the weight and the friction without any movement had been intense enough as it was. but then leon rolls his hips, and rolls them again and stahn feels completely blindsided by the intensity of the pleasure. he hisses out a breath that's accompanied by a groan all his own, and almost instinctively, it seems as if his body knows to comply.

the thought of removing the rest of his pants is a bit lost, even as leon seems to fumble to do so (does stahn even notice? he doesn't seem to), and the hand that's on his back tenses until his fingers seem to dig into the skin a bit. it's intense, sending shivers directly through stahn in the best way possible. of course, along with this is the fact that trying to figure out what comes next also seems lost on him. leon's taken the lead in a way that stahn didn't expect, and his own body is reacting accordingly in some sort of synchronization; his hips lift, his knees pull up until his feet can be more grounded in the mattress, and then his hips roll with a little more force, pressing hard against leon's body.

his kisses a little sloppier this way, and it seems like they've looped back around into being a little more thoughtless in their actions—but how can stahn think when everything feels so good? he's never once wavered in wanting every last bit of leon, and now that it's here, it's nearly impossible for him to hold back at all. does he even need to use his head right now? his other hand starts to slip away from trying to guide leon's, though where he's going with it, even stahn himself isn't sure—at this point, he's just going to do whatever feels good.

(though at this point, everything feels good, because the person on top of him is leon, the one he wants most in this world in every sense of the word.)]

...We can make a trip just for that, Emilio.

[it's something stahn doesn't hesitate on. it's not very often he goes back to leane these days—it's just the nature of how much more time it takes than it used to. cresta isn't close to a port without darilsheid having a fully-functioning one of out of the bay like it did 18 years ago.

but for this reason, it's worth a trip without delay. he knows that judas has to sorely miss chaltier, and he knows that there wasn't any proper time for him to mourn the swordian's end. the rest of them had a long time to mourn and eventually memorialize them, but judas has never had that opportunity. to grieve, to remember. stahn doesn't want to take that from him at all, not in the least.]

You've had to wait long enough already. I won't make you wait longer than you have to. [he knows that it's a cause rutee would be behind well enough; they could leave the orphanage with her, kyle and loni too for a week or two if that's what they need to do.

(or rutee can go, if that's what judas prefers, but stahn would like to see lilith and lymle and the people from his hometown if he can.)]

[Somehow, he really wasn't expecting that. He knows, logically, that that's the sort of thing they can do whenever they're willing to make the trip; logically, he knows Loni, Kyle and Rutee are more than enough to hold down the fort here. Logically, too, he knows that he no longer lives in the life of regimented schedules and strict requirements. He's not a knight anymore, he's not Leon Magnus anymore--

He could go wherever he wanted, if he chose to pack up his bags and leave.

Even after having lived this way for awhile, it hasn't quite sunk in for him yet.

But he just blinks at Stahn at that, clearly startled, and then glances away, looking at the rain again. They...could do something like that. And honestly?]

... I'd like that.

[There's another pause, and then quietly:]

I do not feel as though I ever properly honored him for all he did for me.

[That's really all it takes.

Leon does manage to mostly finagle Stahn's pants off, but they're still not off all the way--he doesn't manage that before Stahn's shifting to press against him with more force in turn, and then all thoughts of pants and removing them are completely gone from Leon's brain.

Everything is. Everything but Stahn underneath him, Stahn pressing up against him, Stahn sending waves of pleasure coursing through him with every movement of his body, and all Leon can do is try to meet him, try to embrace it and enjoy it.

For once in his life, he's not thinking about anything beyond his own enjoyment, and Stahn's as well--no thoughts of duty, or concerns about what he should be doing, or thoughts on anything but Stahn, and Stahn's body, and the slightly awkward way they fit together until Leon manages to shift again, trying to find some sort of rhythm that is less jilting and awkward.

His success is a bit up in the air, but he's trying, at least--as much as he can with how little he has left in the way of mental processes.

He barely feels Stahn's hand at his back, and between the kisses as the friction, Leon's really not sure what to do with his own hands either, not now that they're lying down. He plants one on the bed next to Stahn's head, steadying himself a little, but the other...he's not really sure. He doesn't have a lot in the way of guidance here, and Stahn seems equally uncertain, and it's really hard to think when Stahn's body is moving that way beneath him--so ultimately he just buries those fingers into Stahn's hair, tilting his head a little more to allow Leon to press his lips to Stahn's neck, though it's a mix of shuddering, short breaths just as much as it is actually kisses at this point.]

He always knew how important he was to you.

[he knows that isn't was judas is trying to say; but what it really means is that he's sure that chaltier always knew that both as leon and as judas, he'd been appreciated by his master. their bond was a special one; they'd all always known that about leon and chaltier, and had it further proved the moment chaltier admitted to being willing to betray his comrades for leon's sake.

there's not any question of that, so he's sure waiting this long wouldn't have hurt chaltier's memory. but stahn understands it, so he has no intention of trying to play that down.]

But you can take as much time there as you need. I'll talk to Rutee about it, but it'll probably just have to be the two of us.... I haven't been back in a while either.

[and even if lilith has chilled a bit in the last few years, she's still probably going to punch him for how long it's been, so he should go.] We can go to remember everyone we lost.

[each breath stahn takes is ragged, with small groans and grunts mixed in; it's as if every touch, whether it be from their hips or below to the way leon's lips press again skin straight to the way his hair gets tugged is completely tantalizing. it's like somehow, leon knows to how arouse every part of him and find all the right spots to gain the maximum reaction from him.

not that he's complaining.

not that he even could complain.

but he feels like maybe he should be doing more. when the kisses are being pressed to his neck, it leaves stahn with little more to do than keeping up a rhythm with the movement of his hips and the way he's pressing himself against leon with such deliberate intent. he isn't thinking of much at all... just that there need to be something more to go along with this. but stahn can't think at all like this, so all he can do is what his body seems to want.

and what his body wants is more of leon's body.

so with one hand on leon's back, edging downwards past the small of his back and over leon's bottom, the other... well, the other is going elsewhere. it's a surprising careful motion, the way stahn juts his hips a little, but still shifts to allow space before his hand grasps them both, his touch gentle but firm, and yet also cautious and tentative. for himself, it immediately intensifies the senstations felt, but he doesn't do anything else, breathing out shakily and waiting for some kind of sign of approval from leon.]

[Judas is quiet at that for a moment, free hand drifting back to rest on his wrist, before he sighs. He remembers their last conversation--even before the words they'd exchanged before Judas had plunged Chaltier to his death quite purposefully. It'd been such an inconsequential conversation, one they'd hashed over hundreds of times when the others were asleep. Chaltier nagging, concerned about Judas' broken sleep schedule. Judas, unwilling to listen, focused solely on his goal.

He'd said that he was glad to be free of Chal's nagging right before the end, there.

And really? They'd always known.]

I know.

[He knew how important he was to Leon, and Leon had always needed Chaltier. As Judas, the dynamic was a little different, but only in that Judas was stronger, and better able to stand on his own, and he thinks Chal was able to relax a little because of it.

He hopes so, anyway.]

... I understand. In that case... I will be prepared to leave. [Whenever Stahn decides to go, Judas will be ready--because he really does need this.]

[Honestly, Leon hadn't thought that things could change even more for the better. Perhaps that's his lack of imagination at work, but he sincerely hadn't thought that this could get any better than it already was.

And then Stahn takes things to the next level and proves Leon's poor imagination wrong.

When Stahn's hand enters the mix, Leon stills, breathing in sharply against Stahn's neck. For Stahn, it intensifies the sensations felt, and that is completely and totally true of Leon as well. But even more than that, Leon's distinctly aware that it's Stahn's hand that's holding him like this, and it's Stahn's other hand moving lower along his back as well, and it's so intensely intimate that for a moment, despite everything, despite their positions...

It's this that gets Leon's face to burn a little, even as he buries it against the crook of Stahn's neck, and he knows it's ridiculous to be embarrassed by this of all things, but he is. On the other hand... he also has no willpower, so shallowly, despite his embarrassment and the way he hides his face, he begins to move again, at first shallowly thrusting his hips almost cautiously into Stahn's touch and against Stahn further, breathing out a rasping breath that's more a soft noise of pleasure than anything.

It's a Lot, and he wasn't entirely prepared, but he doesn't want it to stop either, that's for sure.]

[he's said what he can about that, and he knows that judas appreciates the fact that stahn is making this offer. he doesn't seek any thanks, he only smiles softly as judas before looking at his wrapped wrist.

but after a moment, his own gaze will shift towards the window, and what comes next—maybe it's a bit expected.]

I still miss him a lot. Dymlos... Every day, I still miss him too. [so stahn can relate. he knows that it's different for judas, who had chaltier with him for most of his life—

but on the other hand, stahn hadn't been ready to let dymlos go. their parting was so premature, and he'd no time to prepare. so of course, he was incredibly sad, though he doesn't yet admit to judas just how sad he was.

(judas can probably guess how much he cried though, honestly.)]

[under normal circumstances, stahn probably would have found leon's embarrassment cute, even if he was refraining from pointing it out. he can actually feel the heat from leon's face against him, but stahn in so captured by every sensation that he barely has any way of expressing anything but pleasure.

he shudders a breath out when he feels that thrust of leon's hips; doing so while they're both in his hand and he can feel the heat of their bodies mingling against his skin almost makes it hard for him to contain himself. for a moment, he holds his breath, but when he exhales, there's a very audible groan of pleasure—maybe it's not so surprising that in the heat of the moment, stahn would be the louder of the two.

he won't let leon do all the work though. even as he rolls his hips against stahn's hand, he takes it as a welcoming sign and his grip tightens slightly before he slowly starts to make a vague stroking motion. his other hand is gripping at the backside flesh. it's likely that leon can feel the dampening of stahn's skin—the intensity of everything that's happening is just heating his already, naturally warm body to new levels.

stahn can barely breathe, he can't think at all, but yet when the next groan escapes his throat, it has a single word rasped out with the very same tone.]

Emilio... [it a groan of his true name, entirely with a sound of intimacy, of ecstasy that is buried deep within it. it's throaty and comes with absolutely no thought at all; even what he manages to say right now is pure instinct and desire.]

[He can see it, really.

He got a firsthand look at Stahn and the others doing the deed, after all. The second time around, he was able to see them having to do what they had to do--the way they were all hurting, the way it was so hard for them to do it. The way that parting was so painful.

The way they all hurt as they said their farewells.

Judas experienced something similar, Stahn knows that now. And the only difference between them is that Stahn's had 18 years to come to terms with it, and for Judas, the wound's still raw. But even so...when he hears words like that, he feels almost bad for bringing it up.

He hadn't wanted to bring up hurtful memories.]

... You were excellent partners. [Stahn and Dymlos--so similar in some ways, and so different in others, they were able to complement each other and help each other grow all at once.]

I am sure...he was satisfied with that.

[there was a time when he knows he never would have heard those words from that mouth. but stahn also knows... that judas has seen a lot. that he's witnessed a lot of things and got see dymlos in many ways across is journey, including at times, ways in which stahn also remembers him.

there's a warm feeling in his chest he gets from hearing judas say that, and he can easily shift his gaze back to look at judas with a small, appreciative smile. it's a little melancholic and a little reminiscent, but it's not outright sad. stahn doesn't hurt because they're talking about it, but he'll never not miss treasured friends and partners.]

I think he was, too. He got mad a lot, but... we always helped each other to the end. [he smiles a little wider, sincere as ever despite the topic being one that does make him a little sad in some way.]

It got easier. It was hard at first, I'd go to talk to him and then remember he wasn't there anymore. [those were the times when he'd cry, especially.] But... he did it to save us all. He did it so that all the work we did wouldn't be for nothing. Dymlos... and Atwight, Clemente, and Igtenos too...

They wanted us to live. And I guess they must have been tired too, after so long. [he's had a lot of time to think about what it all meant, of course.]

[It's official--Stahn is trying to kill him. That's the only explanation for all of this. There's no other possible explanation, because Stahn's wandering hand would be enough as it is, but there's Stahn's other hand as well, and with each stroke and movement of his hand, Leon loses a bit more self-control from what little he has left, hips bucking into Stahn's hand and against Stahn's hips more thoroughly, seeking more of that touch and friction and just plain good.

Stahn's the louder of the two of them, because Stahn's always been the louder of the two of them, but Leon's quickly losing the battle to stay quiet as well, sharp breaths turning into quiet, pleased noises with each shift of his hips.

There's the thought that he should be doing more for Stahn as well--that he wants to be more for Stahn, that he wants Stahn to be enjoying himself as well, and even if he is (and it's pretty clear he is, from the way he's groaning to the way Leon can feel his hair growing damp with sweat from their efforts), Leon still wants there to be more.

There's not a lot he can do in this position, not that immediately crosses his mind, and especially not as the majority of his brain power and physical efforts are taken up by their current rhythm--but even so, he's able to dip his head just that little bit lower, moving his somewhat uncoordinated and sloppy kisses from the crook of Stahn's neck down to his shoulder, and then his upper chest--

Which is as far as he gets when Stahn manages to groan his name in that tone of voice, and it's not Leon, it's Emilio, which is a name that means a lot for Leon to hear even at a normal time. But hearing that name in that tone of voice is obscene, and Leon wasn't prepared; his entire body shudders at that, and for a moment he forgets how to breathe, face pressed into Stahn's chest as if to muffle the very audible groan that he's not able to muffle at all. Between the foreplay, the energetic exploration of each other's bodies like this and the constant friction Stahn's provided, Leon really never stood a chance, not when these sensations are all entirely new.

Especially when Stahn's saying his real name in a tone of voice so intimate, so raw and carnal, and something about it tugs at Leon's heart even more than his physical body, knowing that when Stahn's following his instincts, and not thinking at all, when he's embracing Leon and all that he is--it's that name that escapes him.]

Sta--

[But really, Leon doesn't even manage all of Stahn's name in return; he manages to breathe out the start of it before it just melds into a wordless groan even as he inevitably loses it, body trembling and face still very much hidden and buried against Stahn's chest. That was a lot in very quick succession, and he is very much overwhelmed.]

[things have taken a turn that is surprising, but at the same time... probably shouldn't be at all.

his hand moves in rhythm (or it tries to, but stahn himself is having a hard time staying coordinated when he feels like this) with their motions. but there's definitely no brainpower here, it's all instinct and trying to move with his desire while making leon feel as good as he does.

he can feel the warmth and the tension quickly coiling, though he doesn't consider much of the implications here at all. he's just moving in rhythm, neck craning at where leon is kissing until suddenly he's not. it's so sudden, really, how he hears leon start to say his name before his body shudders and trembles in succession. his own hand is still moving without much aim or aggression, just working with rhythm.

—but then he feels it on his fingers, the warmth and the wetness, and the realization hits him hard and fast. the innate knowing he succeeded, that he was able to bring leon to some kind of climax despite having no idea what he was doing—well, that's overwhelming for stahn too. the sensations had already been quite a lot, and trying to maintain his own composure proves to be too much with the newly added lubrication.

so his whole body tenses in that moment, toes curling into the mattress as he chokes out another guttural groan. after a few seconds, his body untenses and he heaves a few heavy, labored breaths. truthfully, he's the messier one here and now, and they're both likely going to need to bathe once they've recovered. but recovered, stahn certainly isn't, if the way his hand lingers between them for a few moments before he lets go and goes a bit limp is any indication.]

[Judas' hurt is a lot more raw than Stahn's; Stahn gives him a melancholic smile, but Judas can't return the expression. It's all still a little too close for him, especially since he never really had the chance to properly mourn.

And mourning now, in a house filled with so much love and warmth, feels uncomfortable and wrong in a lot of ways.

Honestly, Judas is glad that they'll be taking this trip--just him and Stahn. Around Stahn, he's comfortable enough to mourn. Around Stahn, he doesn't have to hide it, because Stahn understands it all already. So Judas just breathes out a slow, quiet breath and nods. Of course the Swordians had wanted them to live. They'd loved them, as their precious partners--there can be no doubt about that.

But thinking of how tired Chal must have been when he finally got to join the others, eighteen years late after spending all of that time alone with nothing more than a corpse...

It hurts in a lot of ways, but he's also relieved, and guilty, all at once.]

... I apologized... to him. [Many times in the evening when taking watch away from Kyle and the others. He apologized for making Chal go through that, but...]

... He was not particularly...inclined to hearing it, though.

[Even so--it was hard and still is hard not to feel guilty for what he put Chal through. The other Swordians got to retire to wherever they are now knowing they'd saved the world. Chal...had been alone, knowing nothing but that he'd betrayed his comrades.]

[Leon will have plenty of time to be embarrassed about this entire thing later--right now, he's still thoroughly overwhelmed, and still very much on a physical and emotional high; Stahn's body tenses and Leon shifts with him on automatic, breathing out a soft breath as his already over-simulated body shivers just a little bit more. And then Stahn tenses up beneath him, and it doesn't take Leon long to figure out that he's been overwhelmed as well, and at any other time Leon would be irritated about having been first with the competitive streak he tends to have, but right now he's mostly just feeling thoroughly and entirely warm and affectionate.

Stahn, in the heat of the moment, entirely unaware of what he'd been saying and working off of nothing but instinct, had called him Emilio. Of all of the names, of all of the things he could have said or did in that moment--

He'd called Leon by the name he'd given to Stahn to safeguard and keep, and there's something warming about how important Stahn must think of that name. He'd really like nothing more than to--well, curl a little closer to Stahn, and share his appreciation in some way, still fuzzily content as he's feeling, but Leon's a bit too fastidious for that even in moments like this, and they're both a little sticky and gross. So instead he rolls off of Stahn in a rather inelegant movement for Leon, though he still sticks rather close, tucking himself into Stahn's side instead, head slightly tucked away so his messy and sweaty bangs hide it from view and resting there for a moment.

That seems to be all he's capable of at the moment, though.

There will be a lot to think about after the fact, but right now? All Leon can feel is warm, and loved, and satisfied, because honestly, this has been a really long time in coming, and they've waited so long for it, and even with how it went, Leon's nothing but content right now.]

[there's no complaint from stahn about leon rolling off of him, if only because there's some sort of subconscious knowing that he doesn't want leon to get any messier than he alreasy is. it means stahn has to bear the brunt of being a little bit disgusting, but he's still in too euphoric a state to even mind it.

somehow, it's like he and leon and completely entwined this way—it has its own strange meaning to it despite also being disgusting enough to warrant a bath for sure, because he knows that he can't go to sleep this way.

despite the state of mind, he finds himself smiling as he catches his breath—and not because of what happened. it's because leon still says so close to him. it's because he trusted stahn enough to be so intimate. because he didn't hesitate even once, and he didn't balk at the fact that stahn fumbled on more than one occasion just trying to please him.]

...Are you okay? [he'll break the silence once he's regained enough of his composure to do so, but he has to ask. things escalated quickly, and he hardly had time to make sure he was okay in any sort of coherent state throughout that. even to the end, stahn had been experimenting and pushing limits until things came to pretty quick finish.

he can assume that leon is okay with things as they were because he remains close, but he still wants to make sure in words. it's not the only gesture though, of course, because the hand that isn't wet and sticky is brushing leon's hair a bit with his fingers—not forcing him to look up or anything like that, but idly straightening the damp, disheveled strands.]

[It's a funny question to ask, Leon thinks.

After all they just went through, after everything they did together, Stahn wants to know...if he's okay? Of course he is. He's more than okay, really--he can't remember the last time he felt this plainly satisfied, and the lingering euphoric haze shows no signs of dissipating. Doing something like this... something that he purely and simply enjoyed with Stahn, someone he truly and completely loves--

It's new.

It's new and it's wonderful, and Leon sorts gently under his breath at the question and shifts just enough to look up at Stahn through that somewhat tidied hair. Now that the sweat is drying in the cooler air, he's aware that he's a little chilly, naked as he is--so even as he does answer, he's tucking himself closer to Stahn the personal space heater.]

...Naturally. [Bravado!!! How...Leon-esque. He clears his throat.] There was...nothing unenjoyable about that situation.

[That's the most stilted way to say he enjoyed himself ever, but there you have it. He enjoyed himself.

He is still peering up at Stahn though, as if waiting for Stahn's verdict too--he's just trying to not look too interested or too anxious about it. But it really does matter to him, no matter what he says or how he acts.]

Mm... that's good.

[there's an honest sense of relief that makes stahn breath a bit easier, especially as he feels leon tucking himself closer. even with his body not longer as hot or worked up, he's still incredibly warm; his fire is a little too natural in that way sometimes.

he looks at leon with a warm, almost goofy smile from his euphoria. really, he wants to lean down and kiss the top of leon's head, but he's struggling to find a way to do that without moving too much; he definitely doesn't want to make a mess of the sheets. they're already kind of sweaty (especially given how stahn's body temperature is; his hair is sticking to literally every piece of skin it comes in contact with), so making it worse is probably a bad idea.

fortunately enough for leon though, stahn has no qualms saying what's on his mind too.]

It felt... really good for me too. [not that his cheeks won't visibly flush from the sheepish feeling that comes with admitting that. they've done something so intimate, but even though he has no qualms saying it to express it for leon's sake...

well, it's still strange.] Really, really good.

[better than he could have ever expected, so much so that he's still a bit overwhelmed by how strongly he feels about it.]

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