[this isn't something stahn couldn't have accounted for, even though he probably should have. he can pull off his shirt without issue because he's used to his mane; he can't really expect leon to be able to the same.
but this time around, stahn doesn't feel deterred—he's definitely not going to let this stop them, even if slows them down a little. there's something really charming, endearing about the way leon is trying here.
—still, it's comical, isn't it? with his head dipped this way, it's kind of funny to him, and for a moment, his shoulders quake.
...and out follows a warm, audible laugh. stahn can't help himself—it's legitimately a bit funny to end up tangled in his hair and his shirt when they're trying to undress each other. they're fumbling even when they try so hard, and maybe stahn has an easy enough time seeing it as what it is—something they need. they've gone from intensely passionate to much warmer and more intimate, but there's little denying that they've been so focused on doing things right rather than doing what comes natural. he may still be just as aroused as leon (and that's why he has no intention of backing out), but he can afford a laugh. it suits stahn more, and it seems to help him feel more at ease with how they're treading into unfamiliar territory.
but he won't leave things this way—this is awkward, after all. stahn fumbles a bit himself because of the position, but seeks out leon's hands before guiding them towards the back of his shirt, as if to show him exactly where to pull so that stahn can slide himself wholly out of his shirt. and when he does? stahn is all smiles—warm and amused, with his eyes gleaming from behind his aroused gaze. his cheeks and ears are bright pink, and his hair is completely disheveled....
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but this time around, stahn doesn't feel deterred—he's definitely not going to let this stop them, even if slows them down a little. there's something really charming, endearing about the way leon is trying here.
—still, it's comical, isn't it? with his head dipped this way, it's kind of funny to him, and for a moment, his shoulders quake.
...and out follows a warm, audible laugh. stahn can't help himself—it's legitimately a bit funny to end up tangled in his hair and his shirt when they're trying to undress each other. they're fumbling even when they try so hard, and maybe stahn has an easy enough time seeing it as what it is—something they need. they've gone from intensely passionate to much warmer and more intimate, but there's little denying that they've been so focused on doing things right rather than doing what comes natural. he may still be just as aroused as leon (and that's why he has no intention of backing out), but he can afford a laugh. it suits stahn more, and it seems to help him feel more at ease with how they're treading into unfamiliar territory.
but he won't leave things this way—this is awkward, after all. stahn fumbles a bit himself because of the position, but seeks out leon's hands before guiding them towards the back of his shirt, as if to show him exactly where to pull so that stahn can slide himself wholly out of his shirt. and when he does? stahn is all smiles—warm and amused, with his eyes gleaming from behind his aroused gaze. his cheeks and ears are bright pink, and his hair is completely disheveled....
it's fine though, stahn's sure of it.]