[Despite the situation, and despite how heated and charged it still is even with this small interlude, Leon's honestly sincerely tickled by how seriously Stahn responds to that. Even if it's between kisses, even if he's still smiling, there's something so painfully sincere about that response, and it's...it's cute.
It's not the first time Leon's thought that Stahn is cute, but he supposes there's no better time than when they're both half-naked and he's straddling Stahn's lap, hips pressed to Stahn's without any intention of pulling away, because...well, why would he?
Unfortunately, Leon doesn't carry hair ties around, and the last thing he wants to do is move away from Stahn for something so pointless, so in the end he has to let go of Stahn's hair and watch it fall back into its typical mane, even if a little tidier now, though he still likes how Stahn looks like this as well (because, well... obviously... and with Stahn's fingers sliding lower and lower, he doesn't really have the room to worry about inconsequential things like what style Stahn's hair is in.
He clears his throat weakly as Stahn's fingers slide beneath his pants and tug, breathing out a slow, shuddering breath, eyes half-lidded. He doesn't know what they're doing either, or how they're going to proceed or even what the right way to do this is, but this has been good, and enjoyable, and so why stop? They must be doing something right.
So while Stahn gets adventurous at the back, Leon will shift instead to run his fingers from Stahn's hair to his shoulders and then his collarbone and down to his chest--because even if Stahn's the sort to occasionally walk around shirtless, Leon's never really been able to touch (though Stahn probably wouldn't have argued that), and honestly? He's not going to miss his chance now, not when he can finally explore and touch and experience for himself. He'll move on as well, when he has an idea of how he wants to do that, but he's gotten distracted by this.]
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It's not the first time Leon's thought that Stahn is cute, but he supposes there's no better time than when they're both half-naked and he's straddling Stahn's lap, hips pressed to Stahn's without any intention of pulling away, because...well, why would he?
Unfortunately, Leon doesn't carry hair ties around, and the last thing he wants to do is move away from Stahn for something so pointless, so in the end he has to let go of Stahn's hair and watch it fall back into its typical mane, even if a little tidier now, though he still likes how Stahn looks like this as well (because, well... obviously... and with Stahn's fingers sliding lower and lower, he doesn't really have the room to worry about inconsequential things like what style Stahn's hair is in.
He clears his throat weakly as Stahn's fingers slide beneath his pants and tug, breathing out a slow, shuddering breath, eyes half-lidded. He doesn't know what they're doing either, or how they're going to proceed or even what the right way to do this is, but this has been good, and enjoyable, and so why stop? They must be doing something right.
So while Stahn gets adventurous at the back, Leon will shift instead to run his fingers from Stahn's hair to his shoulders and then his collarbone and down to his chest--because even if Stahn's the sort to occasionally walk around shirtless, Leon's never really been able to touch (though Stahn probably wouldn't have argued that), and honestly? He's not going to miss his chance now, not when he can finally explore and touch and experience for himself. He'll move on as well, when he has an idea of how he wants to do that, but he's gotten distracted by this.]