[the fact that leon doesn't hesitate at all feels like a welcoming invitation. the way he kisses back, the way he shudders at stahn's touch but continues, the way his own hands seem to be searching for skin—for the first time, it really feels like they're in a position they're both ready to be in.
stahn's held back for a while, he's waited for leon to give him the okay to go. and even though stahn is still clumsy in his motions—\from the excitement, the passion and the inexperience—he doesn't seem to stop. his lips are slotted against leon's enough, sometimes pulling back to suck on leon's lip, sometimes to sloppily kiss his jaw when he's pulling back just enough to breathe.
all the while, his hands are finding their way beneath leon's shirt, feeling the increasing warmth to his skin. he seeks out whatever he can reach—back, chest, torso—and trying to commit the feeling of leon's body to his memory. he's waited so long, he's wanted to badly to just have every part of leon and his body to himself. he's not going to give it up, not even as his body shifts.
stahn's back arches a little and he slides downward just a bit to loosen his shirt from where it's tucked, giving leon an opportunity to do the same and seek out skin. his leg slides up a bit between leon's leg's, seeking a more suitable position, since it's clear that neither of them plans to stop what they're doing quite yet.
from his throat escapes a groan, one that is pleased, that is excited, that is soaking in every last moment of what is happening.]
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stahn's held back for a while, he's waited for leon to give him the okay to go. and even though stahn is still clumsy in his motions—\from the excitement, the passion and the inexperience—he doesn't seem to stop. his lips are slotted against leon's enough, sometimes pulling back to suck on leon's lip, sometimes to sloppily kiss his jaw when he's pulling back just enough to breathe.
all the while, his hands are finding their way beneath leon's shirt, feeling the increasing warmth to his skin. he seeks out whatever he can reach—back, chest, torso—and trying to commit the feeling of leon's body to his memory. he's waited so long, he's wanted to badly to just have every part of leon and his body to himself. he's not going to give it up, not even as his body shifts.
stahn's back arches a little and he slides downward just a bit to loosen his shirt from where it's tucked, giving leon an opportunity to do the same and seek out skin. his leg slides up a bit between leon's leg's, seeking a more suitable position, since it's clear that neither of them plans to stop what they're doing quite yet.
from his throat escapes a groan, one that is pleased, that is excited, that is soaking in every last moment of what is happening.]