realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

[Ugh.............. he flinches when Stahn throws an arm over his shoulders on automatic, but he at least doesn't pull away. Instead he makes a face.]

... Yes, well. Loni was there to do the same. When he was aware of how to be sensible himself, I suppose.

[oh.

stahn can't help the way his face goes a little red; he's kind of embarrassed. not at what they're doing, they're too far gone for that—but because he knows leon is challenging him. he's being taunted and goaded.

just like when they spar.

of course, it always worked in sparring. it motivated stahn to better himself so he didn't disappoint leon. and right now? it's much the same. he doesn't want to disappoint leon. he wants to make leon happy and proud, he wants to make him feel good and pleasured and satisfied. so to this challenge, stahn intends to rise up. his teeth tug at leon's lower lip before he kisses him, but instead of his hands moving further down, they rise up—he wants to remove leon's shirt first and foremost, because it's a little less fun to explore leon's body the way he wants to if he's still fully clothed.

if leon doesn't want him to hold back?

he won't.]

Then... I'll do my best. [because stahn can't help but to be modest in his words.

his actions may betray that in a sudden motion that now had stahn straddling leon at the hips, leaning down to kiss him as he tugs up more insistently at the fabric. his hair is everywhere, framing them both and undoubtedly touching at any exposed skin it can find...

if leon wants him to do this, he'll do his best, that's for certain.]

[a face doesn't deter stahn, and he's a lot more willing to shatter boundaries than he used to be. it's the dad thing.]

It's different. Loni... Loni's kind of like my son too, I worry about him the same way I do about Kyle.

[...Well.

It seems to have worked, Leon thinks--it's hard to be sure with how modest and careful Stahn can be. Still, he'll at least lift his shoulders and arms to make it easier for Stahn to tug his shirt off, and then Leon looks up to meet Stahn's eyes and it's just Stahn's face and a curtain of hair. It strikes him that...this is the first time Stahn's been on top like this, and Leon swallows. Even before they were at this stage, even when it was just straddling or making out or simple kisses, it was always Leon on top.

Even with it just being Stahn, the person he trusts beyond life itself, and the person he loves and accepts into his personal space, it still leaves him feeling a little trapped.

He takes in a slow, shuddering breath between the kisses, and tries to focus only on that. It's ridiculous to feel those leftover fears and urges from before. He knows he's safe here, under Stahn. He has no desire to let those lingering fears compromise their enjoyment of this situation--

Especially not when he was the one to taunt Stahn into this. So, as per how Leon usually deals with his problems, he aggressively tries to ignore it, using the hand buried in Stahn's hair to drag him down into another fierce kiss, trying to focus solely on that, despite how his heart beats just a little too fast at this.]

[Hm..... Well...]

... I suppose he truly can be an idiot as well, so the concern is warranted.

[Judas that's mean..... just because he still doesn't always get along with Loni.]

[stahn doesn't want leon to ignore that or anything else. no, his intent is to make leon's mind go completely white from the pleasure, just as had been done to him. when leon's shirt is removed, stahn is thoughtlessly tossing it on the floor as he kisses leon.

but stahn's not oblivious to the fact that leon is still trying to main some sense of control of the situation.

unacceptable, not when this is something leon is challenging him to. it won't feel like he's figuring this out for himself if leon finds ways to guide him through it. so he pulls back enough to break the proper kiss, but dives back in to suck on leon's lip for a moment before dragging his mouth to leon's ear.]

...I thought it was my turn. [it's almost playful, how he says it. it's an honest statement that's almost childlike...

yet that betrays itself when stahn's dragging his fingers down leon's body, lifting himself up enough to tug leon's pants down just enough to be exposed, and then lowering himself so his body causes just a bare amount of friction against leon's. it lets them be skin to skin, and it's obvious enough that stahn himself is getting excited again just from this alone.

acting this way... it's definitely new, but he wants to meet the challenge that leon set for him—which isn't to be what he normally is. it's not to be soft and affectionate and completely pure in his intentions. it's to go after the desires instead, and though stahn fumbles a bit himself, shuddering a breath against leon's ear that shows his own weakness to this contact, he's going to try and press forward anyway.]

...You don't have to call him an idiot.

[loni's a good kid, okay! stahn will defend all his kids.]

[...Ah.

It's strangely difficult.

Stahn's asking for a lot here, and it doesn't even seem like it at first glance. But then... then it sinks in. Stahn's asking him to give up all control. He's asking him to trust only in Stahn, to put all of his faith in Stahn's hand and just let him take over. For Leon... that's a foreign concept.

He's never done this before.

There's a complicated expression on his face in response to that. Stahn's words are teasing and playful, light and gentle, but Leon's short of breath and uncertain, still under Stahn as he tries to figure out how to do this. How...does he really do this? How can he do something like this?

And then...he realizes that--he just has to trust Stahn. That's all there is to it. He has no other option here--unless he wants to shove Stahn off and tell him to stop, which he doesn't. So he has to trust him. Slowly, he breathes out a quiet breath, eyes sliding shut, and then he slumps to the bed, tension fading away bit by bit as he accepts it and just...takes that leap of faith, hand sliding from Stahn's hair to rest beside him on the bed, and without opening his eyes... he swallows, and his words aren't much more than a hoarse whisper.]

...Fine.

[It's Stahn's turn, and Leon... Leon's going to try his absolute hardest to give up control. The slightest of friction gets Leon to shift a little, trying to line up his hips with Stahn's, but otherwise... otherwise he doesn't move. He's decided on this.

Now he has to follow through, and let Stahn be the one to take control here.]

I am only saying what is clearly true.

[SHUT UP DAD]

[it's a little easier for stahn this way, though all he can really do is hope that the trust leon is putting in him is wholly sincere.

it doesn't matter how stahn acts; the truth of the matter is that leon's well-being and happiness always comes first to him. and that's precisely why he wants to be sure that he doesn't betray the trust that leon is putting in him.

there may be passion, there may be something on a commanding nature as stahn tries his best to be "in charge," but in the end, he still loves leon the most and everything he's doing right now is for leon's happiness. ...and that's why he doesn't rush.

his kisses are slow and deliberate, tracing back to leon's mouth. one hand threads leon's hair, tugging a little harder than normal but hardly in any way that could hurt him. and once his lips reach leon's mouth and he can find the taste of his tongue, the fingers from his other hand trace leon lightly, as if they're studying any memorizing his every curvature before they finally wrap around into a light grip—the amount of friction is bare and teasing, yet still somehow considerate and deliberate. he wants leon to feel good, and he wants to be the sole reason for it.

but he doesn't want leon to feel like he's leaving his trust in a dangerous place.]

[impossible!]

It's a little harsh, isn't it? [stahn's not mad, but he sure is going to ruffle judas' hair. if he's going to be petty like one of the kids, stahn will take these bare measures to remind judas why he shouldn't behave that way.]

[There's a distinct difference in how Stahn approaches things, compared to how Leon did--but that's fitting, considering how they are. Stahn is slow and careful and gentle, and Leon leans into the kisses without hesitation, enjoying the taste of Stahn on his tongue. He enjoys this, and it's clear in the way he responds, meeting each kiss willingly and warmly, though he's mindful enough to remain at rest on the bed, allowing Stahn to take the lead.

Now that he's made that decision, he intends to stick with it at best he can.

Though...admittedly, Stahn's hand wrapped gently around him like that makes it really hard to stick to that. His hips press forward shallowly immediately, even before he's entirely aware of himself, breath hitching between kisses. It feels good, of course--it felt good the night before as well. Stahn's hand on him is something he's pretty sure he could definitely get used to. There's warmth there in that touch, but also such deliberate movements to try to make sure that Leon feels good, and it's so fitting of Stahn as to be almost ridiculous.

In response, all Leon can really do is tilt his head with the tugs in his hair, tilting his head back and exposing more of his neck, eyes now half-open as he does, and when he lifts his hands, it's just to lightly wrap his arms around Stahn just enough to trail his fingers along his back.

So far...it's somehow calming, how gentle and careful Stahn is, even as he sends a shiver of pleasure down Leon's back.]

[NOOOOO

Now Judas properly shoves Stahn away, almost flailing.]

Ugh! Get off of me!

[UGH!!!!!

Immediately, vainly, he sets to fixing his hair.

Some things don't really change.]

[in the end, stahn's idea of being in control isn't something forceful and demanding; even if it crossed his mind at first. even if the idea of a challenge pumped him up in that hot-blooded way... somehow, when it comes to leon, he can't bring himself to be that aggressive just yet.

not when he knows that leon has a hard time not being in control. he's here to keep leon's trust safe. to make him feel loved and wanted and desired. he can control the situation in his own way, but it's not doing to be demanding and forceful.

and maybe that's just the way it needs to be for them.

it's fine this way.

leon is subtle and inviting when he tilts his head, so stahn will break the kiss and start trailing his kisses elsewhere. he starts at the jaw, and then down the neck. but stahn doesn't stop there. instead of those soft, chaste kisses, these are a little more wet and possessive, lingering at times to lightly suck on the skin—it's probably a good thing leon wears so many turtlenecks, because some of those are definitely going to leave marks.

he's studying leon's body with his mouth rather than this hands, memorizing the traces of skin and stopping only when he can line leon's collar bone with kisses. his grip remains the mostly the same, increasing only slightly in pressure and pace, finding a slight rhythm with the way leon's hips move.

feeling leon's fingers on his back definitely makes him shudder and stall more than once, but stahn is relentless despite how gentle he is. if nothing else? he's definitely thorough.]

[okay, that...

is exactly what stahn is expecting so he'll recover easily enough with a backstep, laughing loudly in response.]

Oh come on, it wasn't that bad!

[Oh.

That's...fine.

It's a new sensation in and of itself; most of the time they just haven't gotten creative enough for this, but the feeling of Stahn's lips on his neck, possessive and intent, gets Leon to finally make a quiet noise, the soft sound escaping him with a sharp exhale out. It's new and intense, and it makes him want more, but all he can really do in this situation is tilt his head more, invitingly, accepting Stahn's mouth on him wherever he decides to explore next.

In the meantime, his breathing shudders and stutters with the movements of Stahn's hands; for now, the thrusts of his hips are still a little tentative and shallow, but he's starting to lose his inhibitions a little, seeking out more and more of that good feeling as Stahn delivers it. If there's one thing he knows for certain, he wants this to continue, he wants to know what Stahn will do next to make him feel this way. It's rapidly pushing all thoughts and concerns right out of his head, and honestly? He's glad for it.

Things are simpler when all he needs to worry about is the feeling of Stahn's mouth on him, and the friction provided by his hand.]

[Ugh.... judas feels so mocked here.

It's terrible.]

... Enough. We should keep going--we will still need to find a reasonable camp ground before nightfall.

[No, he's just trying to protect his fragile dignity.]

[somehow, it feels like it's working. stahn is glad for it too, of course, because he wants leon to be able to let go and feel good.

leon's movements, be it the way his hips cautiously thrust and allow for that friction against his hand, or how he tilts his neck seem to be inviting enough... but that's not what gives stahn the most encouragement. what tells him to continue, what indicates that he's getting something right is the sound that comes with that exhale, and how he can feel the change in leon's breathing just from where he's positioned.

at least this way, stahn is less concerned with checking on him and asking if he's okay—stahn just takes it as a means to continue. he keeps tracing leon's collar bone, working from the right side to the left before he moves down. once again, his hand takes a slight uptick in pressure, but keeps the same pace; it's almost as if stahn is drawing this out so he has time to explore everywhere. his lips will eventually find leon's chest though, alternating between gentle kisses and the more possessive ones directly over leon's heart.

it's exciting that way, because beyond the sentiment that it holds, with stahn focusing on what really matters to him most—leon's heart—he can also feel the way it beats this way, which just excites stahn more.

he wants every part of leon to be as excited as he felt just a little while earlier, and he's hoping this will work into that sort of buildup without just doing things exactly as they were done to him.]

We'll find one, don't worry. There are plenty of places around Harmentz Valley for that.

[listen, okay, he's taken enough trips on his own, he knows how this works. he already knows judas is just mad about it.

rip your dignity, judas.]

You must have had a hard time keeping your hair neat with the mask, huh? [he has to ask, okay.]

[It would be just like Stahn to draw things out now that he has Leon prone like this. Leon's not even 100% aware that he's doing so, not consciously; all he's aware of is that Stahn provides that little sliver more in the way of friction and pleasure, and it's still not enough. Leon huffs out quietly at that, raggedly, but he can't seem to help the way he lifts his hips more, the way he presses his hips into Stahn's grasp more intently as he seeks more of that pleasure out.

But Stahn's lips are distracting too.

At first, all Leon is really aware of is that he's moving downwards; when Stahn's lips linger on his chest, it takes Leon a moment to realize that he's paused right over his heart.

What a sap.

The noise he intended to make was an amused snort in response to the sappiness, but in the end it sounds more like a quiet groan, because he honestly can't help himself. It all feels so good, and even if Stahn is a sap, he can't deny that there's something warm and exciting about Stahn's kisses like this. The gentle kisses are so very Stahn, warm and familiar, but the possessive ones... well, Leon can feel Stahn's intent bleeding right through them. He can feel Stahn's own possessiveness, as well as his intent to make Leon feel good.

And it's working.

From the way Leon shifts underneath Stahn, reacting to ever last moment of his touch, to the way Stahn's touch makes him shudder and groan quietly, it's clear that it's working. All he can really start to think about is how this isn't enough, and how he needs more, and that's what finally gets him to open his mouth, shakily.]

Is this...all? Are you finished with this?

[Leon's still really shitty when taunting people, let it be known--though it has somewhat less of an impact when he can't even keep his strained voice steady. But even if he's not entirely aware mentally that Stahn's trying to draw this out, physically he just wants more.]

[....... It's a weird question, but Stahn's not wrong.]

...Yes, well. It did not ever come off, so it hardly mattered what my hair looked like underneath.

[though yeah.... yeah it was messy.]

[stahn's not really having any of this, quite frankly.

he has the idea that his actions are working, because he can hear the faint groans and feel the shudders of his breath, and it's naturally impossible to miss the way leon's hips thrust and add to the friction his hand is providing.

but the fact that leon is still stringing sentences together—ones that sound so demanding and unsatisfied even with that shaky tone of voice is... baiting in a totally different way. stahn doesn't want to be rushed, and he doesn't want to do a half-assed job because leon is pushing him along. so naturally... this means he has to do just what he does whenever leon motivates by way of being kind of a dick.

get a little more aggressive, of course.

his grip tightens around leon, though even with that added pressure, he seems to be in refusal to increase the pacing of his strokes. it's extremely deliberate, and at the same time, stahn will pull himself up, dragging is mouth to leon's—kissing him hard and deep before biting at leon's lip.]

I'm not done. [he breathes the words against leon's mouth, and his tone is much less soft than it normally would be. he's telling it like it is—he's not finished, and he's not going to rush through it just because leon demands it.

stahn already knows he has to find a way to up the ante, because leon is being so leon about things that a satisfactory conclusion will not be doing what he's doing now.]

Just wait. [he breathes out once more, giving another rough kiss. when he pulls away this time though, his mouth will find leon's neck, sucking at the skin even more possessively than before—it's definitely going to leave a noticeable mark later on, more so than any of the others he's already left.]

Then there's not much reason to be so worried about it now, right?

[his logic is completely sound, okay.]

[He's definitely being 100% Leon--just as Stahn is being 100% stahn. The added pressure is a momentary relief, because it doesn't take Leon long at all to realize that Stahn isn't going to increase his pace at all. That, combined with Stahn's lips at his neck, the feeling of him leaving that mark, leaves Leon groaning. It's both frustrated and pleased in equal measure, a louder sound and one he can't entire stifle despite his best intentions.

Leon's not a naturally loud person, so even then it's a relatively quiet noise, but the fact that it's audible can't be denied, and Leon's finding it hard to find it in himself to even care any longer.

He's sure at one point he cared if he was making noises, but now? Now there's just the grip of Stahn's hand and the feeling of Stahn's lips, and Leon's hips insistently press forward again and again, searching for that friction he needs.

It takes him a moment to find a response to Stahn in the scattered thoughts he's having; there's a very obvious lengthy pause before he's finally able to drag in a ragged breath and find the words.]

I-- [He shudders, unable to stop his body from reacting to all of Stahn's movements, but raggedly he continues to speak.

After all, he's Leon. He needs the last word--or he's trying very hard, at least.]

I'm...waiting.

[Honestly? These taunts have basically no bite or heat to them, because Leon is beyond overwhelmed by everything Stahn is doing.

But even so...he has to be Leon for as long as he's capable of forming words instead of noises.]

[the groaning undoubtedly helps—it's the positive reinforcement that stahn is seeking. it contrasts leon's halfhearted demands...

not that it really matters, because stahn isn't actually stopping or changing his course at all. the ultimate goal is still to make leon feel so good that he can't even string a sentence together, and stahn is going to keep working towards that. the shudders, the groans, the way he moves is all a start, but just as leon wants more? so does stahn.

so he keeps his pace steady, continuing to draw it out. but stahn will go back to the course he'd been on before he stopped at leon's chest. wet kisses, some leaving marks that trail down his neck and chest... but he doesn't stop there. he keeps working downwards, slow but deliberate, skirting the line of gentle and aggressive as he goes.

he kisses straight down the line of leon's abdomen, around his belly button... and he doesn't stop there either. his mouth is memorizing leon's body, exploring this way rather than with his hands. he traces the would-be happy trail before dancing back and forth between his hip bones, careful in his kisses to work them between the thrusts to not get hit.

(which doesn't really work and he'll probably have a bit of a fat lip later, but nothing is bleeding and stahn refuses to stop.)

it's only when he feels his knuckle touching his own cheek that he pauses.

he wonders...

could he keep going? should he? he's already explored this much with his lips—would that be okay? he has no idea if that would feel good for leon, and his eyes looks up at leon's face to study them as he keeps kissing the sensitive skin of his lower torso.

it's appealing. he wants to. he'll memorize leon's whole body with his mouth if that's that it takes... besides.

it's exciting, isn't it? it seems like it would feel good, and the thought briefly crossing his mind of leon doing the same for him is enough to cause him to emit a shuddering breath of his own.]

Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron | 071

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