[it serves as a quiet confirmation, an acknowledgment of what they're moving forward towards doing. every kiss, every touch now feels so deliberate and so warm; there's not just desire held in their touches, but also love...
though neither of them moves to say it. somewhere on his tongue, that word does linger somewhere, but never dares to be spoken. it's a bit tough to hold it back when leon is so gentle, when he touches stahn's skin softly enough to send shivers straight up and down his spine, and when he doesn't have even the slightest bit of hesitation.
stahn wants to embrace that, because it's taken them so long to get to the point where they can be this comfortable with one another. so as he shifts to raise his head a bit and give leon another deep, warm kiss, his hands edge away from the beltline and back under leon's shirt and up his back. it's only a temporary motion, one to aid in shifting the mood—and maybe to buy himself another couple of moments of time to figure out what and how to approach this.
maybe now stahn is being a little more cautious, a little more gentle—not out of real hesitation or concern for pushing his limits, but because he wants it to be a good experience.
even though their pauses have given him enough time to realize he doesn't really know what he's doing. he pushes his leg up slightly between leon's legs, grazing against him lightly and making and attempt to shift them into a position where they won't be stuck in just awkward touching beneath clothes—and that's why as he does so, he tugs upwards a little at leon's shirt.
—undressing, that should come first right? at least partially so, he thinks.]
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[it serves as a quiet confirmation, an acknowledgment of what they're moving forward towards doing. every kiss, every touch now feels so deliberate and so warm; there's not just desire held in their touches, but also love...
though neither of them moves to say it. somewhere on his tongue, that word does linger somewhere, but never dares to be spoken. it's a bit tough to hold it back when leon is so gentle, when he touches stahn's skin softly enough to send shivers straight up and down his spine, and when he doesn't have even the slightest bit of hesitation.
stahn wants to embrace that, because it's taken them so long to get to the point where they can be this comfortable with one another. so as he shifts to raise his head a bit and give leon another deep, warm kiss, his hands edge away from the beltline and back under leon's shirt and up his back. it's only a temporary motion, one to aid in shifting the mood—and maybe to buy himself another couple of moments of time to figure out what and how to approach this.
maybe now stahn is being a little more cautious, a little more gentle—not out of real hesitation or concern for pushing his limits, but because he wants it to be a good experience.
even though their pauses have given him enough time to realize he doesn't really know what he's doing. he pushes his leg up slightly between leon's legs, grazing against him lightly and making and attempt to shift them into a position where they won't be stuck in just awkward touching beneath clothes—and that's why as he does so, he tugs upwards a little at leon's shirt.
—undressing, that should come first right? at least partially so, he thinks.]