[Leon could probably quite happily just go with this, not speak any words and roll with whatever it is Stahn wants. Wherever Stahn takes this. For all of Leon's tendencies to be demanding and want to be in charge as well, sometimes he's finding that it's easier for him to just...allow Stahn to do what he wants most.
But naturally, Stahn won't allow that.
Leon's breath catches with every movement of Stahn's fingers, which is making it really hard to respond still, but he's not oblivious to the fact that they've stalled. The kisses are fantastic still, and Stahn's fingers are a distraction that can't be stopped, but...
Stahn's waiting for his answer, isn't he?
So after a moment, Leon rallies himself and musters all of his willpower, pulling away just far enough to make it clear that he's not going to be kissing Stahn back for a moment, though his fingers remain buried in Stahn's hair. His other hand frees itself from Stahn's poor, wrinkled shirt to almost shockingly gently cup his cheek, running a finger along the arch of his cheekbone almost wonderingly.
Even now... even when they're this far, even when it's clear exactly what Stahn wants--even now, he asks, and even now he waits for Leon to guarantee that he's fine. It's incredible.
And it's why Stahn has Leon's heart so thoroughly.]
Yes. I'm fine. [His breathing is still ragged enough that the words are hoarse, but Leon doesn't seem regretful or embarrassed in the least; he shifts a little, arching his back and hips just enough to almost encourage Stahn, trying to get a bit more of that touch.]
I told you--you don't have to hold back all the time. [He leans forward then, pressing their lips together slowly and thoroughly.
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But naturally, Stahn won't allow that.
Leon's breath catches with every movement of Stahn's fingers, which is making it really hard to respond still, but he's not oblivious to the fact that they've stalled. The kisses are fantastic still, and Stahn's fingers are a distraction that can't be stopped, but...
Stahn's waiting for his answer, isn't he?
So after a moment, Leon rallies himself and musters all of his willpower, pulling away just far enough to make it clear that he's not going to be kissing Stahn back for a moment, though his fingers remain buried in Stahn's hair. His other hand frees itself from Stahn's poor, wrinkled shirt to almost shockingly gently cup his cheek, running a finger along the arch of his cheekbone almost wonderingly.
Even now... even when they're this far, even when it's clear exactly what Stahn wants--even now, he asks, and even now he waits for Leon to guarantee that he's fine. It's incredible.
And it's why Stahn has Leon's heart so thoroughly.]
Yes. I'm fine. [His breathing is still ragged enough that the words are hoarse, but Leon doesn't seem regretful or embarrassed in the least; he shifts a little, arching his back and hips just enough to almost encourage Stahn, trying to get a bit more of that touch.]
I told you--you don't have to hold back all the time. [He leans forward then, pressing their lips together slowly and thoroughly.
He wants this too.]