It's a nice thought, because Leon doesn't have words for this--doesn't have words for what he wants. He doesn't know how to say that he wants to be able to touch Stahn in return, to be able to feel what it's like to have fingers on skin, and the level of intimacy that will allow them to do whatever feels right without having to worry about words or boundaries.
Slowly, Leon breathes out a quiet breath, tilting his head slightly to lean into Stahn's touch. His cheek is undoubtedly warm, because he's still a little flustered from both the position and the topic, but he's still not backing down. They don't have to rush. They'll take things as they come.
That seems...fair.
Especially since Leon knows it really won't be long, knowing them. Stahn's been so careful with Leon's own boundaries, but when he thinks about the night before and how that was--well, he can't help how he licks his lips and swallows, though he knows now isn't the time.
(But it was good. It was very good, and he wants to do it again.)
For now, though, he tries to focus on something else (anything else) and meets Stahn's eyes. A-ahem.]
...With that settled, we still cannot remain in this position all morning.
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It's a nice thought, because Leon doesn't have words for this--doesn't have words for what he wants. He doesn't know how to say that he wants to be able to touch Stahn in return, to be able to feel what it's like to have fingers on skin, and the level of intimacy that will allow them to do whatever feels right without having to worry about words or boundaries.
Slowly, Leon breathes out a quiet breath, tilting his head slightly to lean into Stahn's touch. His cheek is undoubtedly warm, because he's still a little flustered from both the position and the topic, but he's still not backing down. They don't have to rush. They'll take things as they come.
That seems...fair.
Especially since Leon knows it really won't be long, knowing them. Stahn's been so careful with Leon's own boundaries, but when he thinks about the night before and how that was--well, he can't help how he licks his lips and swallows, though he knows now isn't the time.
(But it was good. It was very good, and he wants to do it again.)
For now, though, he tries to focus on something else (anything else) and meets Stahn's eyes. A-ahem.]
...With that settled, we still cannot remain in this position all morning.