[Leon did ask for this, after all, and every part of it works together to be...something Leon likes. There are so many ways Stahn could've done this that would have put Leon on edge--if Stahn had fallen on top of him, for instance, instead of falling beneath him. There's no reason for Leon to tense up here.
Instead, he has a prime view of Stahn beneath him, before their lips are locked again, and then there's nothing else to see.
Not that he really needs to.
No, he doesn't need to see anything at all, not when Stahn's fingers are trailing along his skin, Leon's shirt hitched up a bit to allow Stahn's searching fingers to find that skin. It makes him shudder, those featherlight touches almost overly sensitive, when it's something he's honestly been waiting for and yet could never really be prepared for.
Leon's not going to be telling him to hold back.
Leon's not going to be saying much of anything, really, because Leon is Occupied.
His fingers bury themselves in Stahn's hair, but his free hand drifts down to Stahn's side, fingers grasping at his side, reaching for skin as well, though he can't find it yet, not with how Stahn's shirt is. He's still trying, but he's also otherwise occupied.
With the kiss.
He returns it with equal fire, equal enthusiasm, and even more intensity, taking his advantage in being on top of Stahn to lean over him, bangs framing Stahn's face as he does.]
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Instead, he has a prime view of Stahn beneath him, before their lips are locked again, and then there's nothing else to see.
Not that he really needs to.
No, he doesn't need to see anything at all, not when Stahn's fingers are trailing along his skin, Leon's shirt hitched up a bit to allow Stahn's searching fingers to find that skin. It makes him shudder, those featherlight touches almost overly sensitive, when it's something he's honestly been waiting for and yet could never really be prepared for.
Leon's not going to be telling him to hold back.
Leon's not going to be saying much of anything, really, because Leon is Occupied.
His fingers bury themselves in Stahn's hair, but his free hand drifts down to Stahn's side, fingers grasping at his side, reaching for skin as well, though he can't find it yet, not with how Stahn's shirt is. He's still trying, but he's also otherwise occupied.
With the kiss.
He returns it with equal fire, equal enthusiasm, and even more intensity, taking his advantage in being on top of Stahn to lean over him, bangs framing Stahn's face as he does.]