[there's not even the slightest hesitation when leon pulls him closer. even though there's not much further stahn can move and his own body is forced to press against the desk a bit, he'll still try his best to shimmy even closer to that there's virtually no gap between them.
this is everything stahn has been holding back since they decided to make something of their feelings. it's been increasingly more challenging too—sharing a bed, dealing with leon's long gaps of time away on missions, and so many gentle touches and grazes that would make his hair stand on ends that sometimes, it was actively difficult to not unleash this level of desire. because of course, he's wanted this. stahn is keenly enough aware of his own feelings at this point and the fact that he wants to give his everything for leon, and finding ways to express that while respecting leon's walls and boundaries isn't always easy.
but now leon is here. he's here, he's close, and he can taste the subtle sweetness that seems to exemplify leon behind closed doors. stahn can feel his breath, the warmth of his skin, the silkiness of his hair—even if the fabric from his clothing seems to be enough to keep that fire burning, with his kisses being returned with increasing intensity. it's almost dizzying how much he likes this, and how little he wants it to stop.]
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this is everything stahn has been holding back since they decided to make something of their feelings. it's been increasingly more challenging too—sharing a bed, dealing with leon's long gaps of time away on missions, and so many gentle touches and grazes that would make his hair stand on ends that sometimes, it was actively difficult to not unleash this level of desire. because of course, he's wanted this. stahn is keenly enough aware of his own feelings at this point and the fact that he wants to give his everything for leon, and finding ways to express that while respecting leon's walls and boundaries isn't always easy.
but now leon is here. he's here, he's close, and he can taste the subtle sweetness that seems to exemplify leon behind closed doors. stahn can feel his breath, the warmth of his skin, the silkiness of his hair—even if the fabric from his clothing seems to be enough to keep that fire burning, with his kisses being returned with increasing intensity. it's almost dizzying how much he likes this, and how little he wants it to stop.]