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you can't spell "alone" without "leon" ([personal profile] discard) wrote in [community profile] realpolitik2015-10-16 11:13 am

Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron | 071



[this is a catch-all for boyfriends

here's a list

- 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
- AND MORE]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-10 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
[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.
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-10 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-10 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-10 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.)]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-10 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
...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.)]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[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.)]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] majinken 2016-06-11 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
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.]