[it's more fair this way, a mutual expression of their feelings—but it's definitely a lot and very quickly. stahn's mind hasn't caught up to what his body is doing, and while that's fine for now, it does mean he'll fumble in his motions a little, clumsy in the way he shifts.
some of those motions are a bit jerky—the sudden way in which he arches his back when he feels leon's fingers trailing his spine. he can't help the way he suddenly breaks the kiss to shudder an aroused breath and swallow thickly, or how his head turns just a bit before pushes himself to to angle kisses down leon's jawline until he's close enough to get another taste of leon's lips.
neither of them has much of a clue, and stahn's mind is clouded by desire and impulse. he isn't thinking of much at all right now; not a single thought seems to be conscious beyond the feeling of enjoying what's happening. the kisses are heated and almost desperate—it's impossible to deny that all the holding back that stahn has done for leon's sake is practically seeping out of him bit-by-bit, unable to be contained.
his hands memorize the contours of leon's body, seeking to never forget any scars or raised marks, any birthmarks, anything that isn't just the smoothness of his skin. his hands move up until the tips of his fingers can trace the protrusion of his collarbone, then slowly drag down until they can just barely tease and working their way under leon's beltline.
there's no thought, just wants. wants and more wants, and until either leon stops him or his own inability to quickly decide what comes next gets to him, stahn doesn't plan on giving it up. right now, he wants all of leon for himself.]
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some of those motions are a bit jerky—the sudden way in which he arches his back when he feels leon's fingers trailing his spine. he can't help the way he suddenly breaks the kiss to shudder an aroused breath and swallow thickly, or how his head turns just a bit before pushes himself to to angle kisses down leon's jawline until he's close enough to get another taste of leon's lips.
neither of them has much of a clue, and stahn's mind is clouded by desire and impulse. he isn't thinking of much at all right now; not a single thought seems to be conscious beyond the feeling of enjoying what's happening. the kisses are heated and almost desperate—it's impossible to deny that all the holding back that stahn has done for leon's sake is practically seeping out of him bit-by-bit, unable to be contained.
his hands memorize the contours of leon's body, seeking to never forget any scars or raised marks, any birthmarks, anything that isn't just the smoothness of his skin. his hands move up until the tips of his fingers can trace the protrusion of his collarbone, then slowly drag down until they can just barely tease and working their way under leon's beltline.
there's no thought, just wants. wants and more wants, and until either leon stops him or his own inability to quickly decide what comes next gets to him, stahn doesn't plan on giving it up. right now, he wants all of leon for himself.]