[If Leon wasn't as sleepily content as he is, there would be a lot more protesting going on. But it's been a long few days, and quite frankly, he's tired. So he's perfectly willing to settle here for now, until he's ready to find a way to get Stahn to let him go (pipe dreams, really)--
And then there are Stahn's fingers running up his spine, and he does stiffen at that, making a startled noise that's once again muffled into Stahn's chest (in a way, he hadn't realized how close they are once again). But...a touch like that is nothing Leon has ever experienced before, and he has no idea what to make of it. It feels...well, even if it feels nice, it's also something a bit Too Much; he tries to shift away, protesting on automatic. It's too intimate, too gentle and soft of a touch, and Leon doesn't know what to do, or what to think of it, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, his breathing is speeding up and...
He feels somewhat panicked.
And there's something pathetic in feeling panicked over something like that, Leon is aware enough of himself for that, but even so, he can't quite restrain it. Quickened breathing and all, Leon plants his hands against Stahn's chest, trying to shove him away and gain some distance.
(Because he can't think right now, not well, he just knows that he's not actually equipped to deal with this.)]
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And then there are Stahn's fingers running up his spine, and he does stiffen at that, making a startled noise that's once again muffled into Stahn's chest (in a way, he hadn't realized how close they are once again). But...a touch like that is nothing Leon has ever experienced before, and he has no idea what to make of it. It feels...well, even if it feels nice, it's also something a bit Too Much; he tries to shift away, protesting on automatic. It's too intimate, too gentle and soft of a touch, and Leon doesn't know what to do, or what to think of it, and even if he doesn't want to admit it, his breathing is speeding up and...
He feels somewhat panicked.
And there's something pathetic in feeling panicked over something like that, Leon is aware enough of himself for that, but even so, he can't quite restrain it. Quickened breathing and all, Leon plants his hands against Stahn's chest, trying to shove him away and gain some distance.
(Because he can't think right now, not well, he just knows that he's not actually equipped to deal with this.)]