[It feels amazing, pure and simple. It feels like the situation is perfect, that the way that their lips fit together like this is perfect, and that having Stahn here, warm and content and happy beneath him, is also perfect.
The kiss can't go on forever, of course, no matter how good it is; eventually, Leon breaks away, breathing in a slow, somewhat shaky breath.
But he's satisfied with that, because he knows that Stahn understood him, even if Leon wasn't entirely sure himself what the message was. That he's happy, that he's comfortable, that he couldn't ask for more than this and so much more--well, it's enough.
And then he sits up (still straddling Stahn's waist, but he's not thinking too hard about that), stretching slowly and sleepily with one arm over his head, the other gripping his elbow. Now it's properly morning.]
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The kiss can't go on forever, of course, no matter how good it is; eventually, Leon breaks away, breathing in a slow, somewhat shaky breath.
But he's satisfied with that, because he knows that Stahn understood him, even if Leon wasn't entirely sure himself what the message was. That he's happy, that he's comfortable, that he couldn't ask for more than this and so much more--well, it's enough.
And then he sits up (still straddling Stahn's waist, but he's not thinking too hard about that), stretching slowly and sleepily with one arm over his head, the other gripping his elbow. Now it's properly morning.]