[It's definitely a huge step for them, and for all of Leon's bravado and confidence both false and real, he...is also an inexperienced teenager, just as Stahn is. So when Stahn's fingers tighten on his pants and then pull them down just enough to properly expose him, it's...something very new.
Leon's not like Stahn, after all.
He's an intensely private person, he's the sort of person who doesn't show himself off, he's the sort of person who wears layers and long-sleeves and doesn't show skin. He doesn't want people knowing more about him. He's afraid of being exposed to other people, of letting other people in and letting them see him, but outside and in.
And he knows Stahn knows all of that.
Because Stahn pauses, looking at him with an expression like that, trying so hard to make sure that Leon's okay, and it's in that moment that Leon knows that even though he has no idea what they're doing here, not really, despite what they want--even if he's not sure what to do in this instant at all--he knows as well that this is what he wants.
He's fine with this.
And he wants Stahn to know that he is, even if his heart is in his throat enough that he can't really speak. His voice and breath both catch in his throat--and then he knows what he can do to make sure Stahn knows he's entirely committed now. He shifts for a moment out of Stahn's lap (perhaps a bit alarmingly, though he doesn't mean to), but only long enough to properly strip himself of the remainder of his pants. And then... he'll return to where he was, gingerly straddling Stahn.
The position's incredibly intimate. It already had felt that way, but like this, it feels even more so. Leon feels... a little vulnerable, especially with Stahn still half-clothed, but he trusts Stahn with that, so even if he has to swallow tightly as he settles himself carefully back in Stahn's lap, he otherwise doesn't tense up.
It's a huge step--but it's one he's willing to take with Stahn.]
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Leon's not like Stahn, after all.
He's an intensely private person, he's the sort of person who doesn't show himself off, he's the sort of person who wears layers and long-sleeves and doesn't show skin. He doesn't want people knowing more about him. He's afraid of being exposed to other people, of letting other people in and letting them see him, but outside and in.
And he knows Stahn knows all of that.
Because Stahn pauses, looking at him with an expression like that, trying so hard to make sure that Leon's okay, and it's in that moment that Leon knows that even though he has no idea what they're doing here, not really, despite what they want--even if he's not sure what to do in this instant at all--he knows as well that this is what he wants.
He's fine with this.
And he wants Stahn to know that he is, even if his heart is in his throat enough that he can't really speak. His voice and breath both catch in his throat--and then he knows what he can do to make sure Stahn knows he's entirely committed now. He shifts for a moment out of Stahn's lap (perhaps a bit alarmingly, though he doesn't mean to), but only long enough to properly strip himself of the remainder of his pants. And then... he'll return to where he was, gingerly straddling Stahn.
The position's incredibly intimate. It already had felt that way, but like this, it feels even more so. Leon feels... a little vulnerable, especially with Stahn still half-clothed, but he trusts Stahn with that, so even if he has to swallow tightly as he settles himself carefully back in Stahn's lap, he otherwise doesn't tense up.
It's a huge step--but it's one he's willing to take with Stahn.]