He doesn't want to be tired, exactly, because there's a part of him that wants to pursue this. There's a part of him that wants to see what's going to happen from here. There's a part of him that would like to know exactly where those more frantic touches were going, where Stahn's lips pressed frantically against his skin would end up...
The very thought makes him shiver once more, though he knows that even with just that reaction, he can't continue with this tonight. He's too tired, too exhausted. And so, quietly, he breathes out a soft, shuddering breath, and nods quietly. Of course Stahn is being as understanding as ever. Of course Stahn is always looking out for him.
Isn't this why he put himself so easily into Stahn's hands even now?
The acknowledging noise he makes is deep int he back of his throat, still a little raspy from what they'd just both experienced together. Even if he still wishes he could keep pursuing this for his own reasons...he knows this is for the better.
Tonight, anyway. Tomorrow was another day entirely, wasn't it?]
...Stahn. [There's still something undeniably sultry about how Stahn's name escapes Leon's lips, because Leon's still hoarse from their intense activities before--but he definitely is caving to his weariness now. Even if he feels a little apologetic even so, there's just a wry quirk to his lips.] ...I suppose I was more tired than I thought.
[He's a little sorry, in other words, even if he isn't going to pull away from Stahn's grasp at all.]
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He doesn't want to be tired, exactly, because there's a part of him that wants to pursue this. There's a part of him that wants to see what's going to happen from here. There's a part of him that would like to know exactly where those more frantic touches were going, where Stahn's lips pressed frantically against his skin would end up...
The very thought makes him shiver once more, though he knows that even with just that reaction, he can't continue with this tonight. He's too tired, too exhausted. And so, quietly, he breathes out a soft, shuddering breath, and nods quietly. Of course Stahn is being as understanding as ever. Of course Stahn is always looking out for him.
Isn't this why he put himself so easily into Stahn's hands even now?
The acknowledging noise he makes is deep int he back of his throat, still a little raspy from what they'd just both experienced together. Even if he still wishes he could keep pursuing this for his own reasons...he knows this is for the better.
Tonight, anyway. Tomorrow was another day entirely, wasn't it?]
...Stahn. [There's still something undeniably sultry about how Stahn's name escapes Leon's lips, because Leon's still hoarse from their intense activities before--but he definitely is caving to his weariness now. Even if he feels a little apologetic even so, there's just a wry quirk to his lips.] ...I suppose I was more tired than I thought.
[He's a little sorry, in other words, even if he isn't going to pull away from Stahn's grasp at all.]