[neither of them need to draw attention to it; stahn is aware as much as leon is that doing so will only make things awkward when they haven't mastered the art of talking about these things. there's still so much that's left unspoken between then, and stahn isn't in any rush to push past that even if he doesn't want for there to be a time when that's possible.
will he be able to say those words one day? will there come a time when he can verbally state that he loves leon? stahn isn't sure, but all the same, he thinks that his actions likely do well enough to convey it.
the kisses don't stop—not really. but when he feels leon's fingers tracing his spine, he shudders just a little; the hair on the back of his neck stands on ends and he can feel the goosebumps forming all over. leon's touch is... it's something so new and different this way. it's adventurous and there's a part of his mind that wonders what it would feel like if those fingers were running down his bare back.
it causes stahn to pull back for just the briefest of moments, lips still grazing against leon's as he sucks in a quiet breath, and then exhales so their breathes intermingle. there may not be any desperation left (or very little), but there's definitely something almost carnal about the way he crashes his lips against leon's mouth again. stahn wants to be adventurous too, he wants to explore leon more, he wants to see how his lips would feel against leon's jawline, against his neck and maybe right down to his collarbone—but he is trying to exercise restraint, only increasing in intensity. his fingers tighten a little against the hair at the base of leon's neck, giving the gentlest of tugs—hardly anything that could cause pain, but all the same still displaying just how much he wants this.]
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will he be able to say those words one day? will there come a time when he can verbally state that he loves leon? stahn isn't sure, but all the same, he thinks that his actions likely do well enough to convey it.
the kisses don't stop—not really. but when he feels leon's fingers tracing his spine, he shudders just a little; the hair on the back of his neck stands on ends and he can feel the goosebumps forming all over. leon's touch is... it's something so new and different this way. it's adventurous and there's a part of his mind that wonders what it would feel like if those fingers were running down his bare back.
it causes stahn to pull back for just the briefest of moments, lips still grazing against leon's as he sucks in a quiet breath, and then exhales so their breathes intermingle. there may not be any desperation left (or very little), but there's definitely something almost carnal about the way he crashes his lips against leon's mouth again. stahn wants to be adventurous too, he wants to explore leon more, he wants to see how his lips would feel against leon's jawline, against his neck and maybe right down to his collarbone—but he is trying to exercise restraint, only increasing in intensity. his fingers tighten a little against the hair at the base of leon's neck, giving the gentlest of tugs—hardly anything that could cause pain, but all the same still displaying just how much he wants this.]