[Leon's not expecting it at all, of course. His eyes flutter open when Stahn's hands slide down his thighs--there's something incredibly intimate even about that gesture, even if it just gets Leon to lick his lips, looking at Stahn more properly. But it's clear to see what he intends a moment later, and while it's completely unnecessary...well, he's not going to argue it.
Not now, not after everything they've said and experienced and felt since he walked into that room.
So he doesn't say a thing to that, instead shifting to properly wrap his legs around Stahn and to wrap his arms loosely around his neck.
It's silly, in a way. It's just a few paces away, after all. But if this is what Stahn wants, then Leon has no reason to really fight it. He's fine with this.
... Though when Stahn picks him up, he does glance over his shoulder at his messy desk, making a face. Ah...right...]
This.... what a mess.
[He knows what happened here but even so what a mess.]
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Not now, not after everything they've said and experienced and felt since he walked into that room.
So he doesn't say a thing to that, instead shifting to properly wrap his legs around Stahn and to wrap his arms loosely around his neck.
It's silly, in a way. It's just a few paces away, after all. But if this is what Stahn wants, then Leon has no reason to really fight it. He's fine with this.
... Though when Stahn picks him up, he does glance over his shoulder at his messy desk, making a face. Ah...right...]
This.... what a mess.
[He knows what happened here but even so what a mess.]