[he says it with a warm sort of tone, gentle and appreciative and yet all the same. someone when it's like this, leon is simultaneously extremely attractive and really cute, stahn thinks.
of course he's attractive—stahn loves every part of leon. the delicate yet somehow hardened features of his face, the serious expression in his eyes, the way his hair seems to fall in just a way to keep a little mystery to what he's thinking. he appreciates how even though leon is smaller, he's so svelte and agile, and it shows in the curvatures of his body. even with hands callused from swordplay, they still feel soft against his skin somehow.
naturally it extends beyond the physical; he loves the way leon's cheeks flush when he's embarrassed. he loves when he can pull small and warm smiles out of him behind closed doors, and how leon always tries his best to make sure stahn is happy, even when he's not sure what to do. he doesn't mind when leon calls him in a idiot or pouts like a child, and even when they bicker, he admires the way leon tries to maintain his dignity while a fire burns.
to him, everything about leon is perfect. but those moments like this, when he can see that leon is embarrassed, when he's trying so hard to hide the things he wants by using silly excuses... it's cute. it's uniquely leon, and it makes him happy.
so he leans forward (subsequently forcing their his to press in the process), and kisses leon softly. it's like a small reprieve in the heat of the moment, but one that never seems to lose what they're really aiming for in all of this.]
It's nice anyway... when you touch my hair like that. [which is a truth, though maybe one he's never expressed. but he loves the feeling of leon's fingers in his hair, embracing even the most inconsequential of his features without ever acting like it's burdensome that he has so much hair.
it's important.
he's still all smiles too, even if they're a little goofy looking, as his hands rest at the small of leon's back before slowly tracing towards the front side.]
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[he says it with a warm sort of tone, gentle and appreciative and yet all the same. someone when it's like this, leon is simultaneously extremely attractive and really cute, stahn thinks.
of course he's attractive—stahn loves every part of leon. the delicate yet somehow hardened features of his face, the serious expression in his eyes, the way his hair seems to fall in just a way to keep a little mystery to what he's thinking. he appreciates how even though leon is smaller, he's so svelte and agile, and it shows in the curvatures of his body. even with hands callused from swordplay, they still feel soft against his skin somehow.
naturally it extends beyond the physical; he loves the way leon's cheeks flush when he's embarrassed. he loves when he can pull small and warm smiles out of him behind closed doors, and how leon always tries his best to make sure stahn is happy, even when he's not sure what to do. he doesn't mind when leon calls him in a idiot or pouts like a child, and even when they bicker, he admires the way leon tries to maintain his dignity while a fire burns.
to him, everything about leon is perfect. but those moments like this, when he can see that leon is embarrassed, when he's trying so hard to hide the things he wants by using silly excuses... it's cute. it's uniquely leon, and it makes him happy.
so he leans forward (subsequently forcing their his to press in the process), and kisses leon softly. it's like a small reprieve in the heat of the moment, but one that never seems to lose what they're really aiming for in all of this.]
It's nice anyway... when you touch my hair like that. [which is a truth, though maybe one he's never expressed. but he loves the feeling of leon's fingers in his hair, embracing even the most inconsequential of his features without ever acting like it's burdensome that he has so much hair.
it's important.
he's still all smiles too, even if they're a little goofy looking, as his hands rest at the small of leon's back before slowly tracing towards the front side.]