[he mumbles against leon's lips. though the apology isn't really so much for the touch at all—that really isn't going to be the last of these actions tonight, right? so he knows he doesn't need to say sorry for it. the word comes for startling him that way, since it wasn't really intended to happen just yet.
but that's all it's for, and stahn is thoroughly unapologetic for the rest. it's why his kisses are still relentless, even when he has to pause to breathe against leon's mouth from the overload of sensations all over his body. the excitement coils in the pit of his stomach, like nervous butterflies, but in the best possible way. it's amplified once more by the deliberate way that leon presses against him, though he's also mentally cursing the fact that he's still partially clothed and unable to wholly feel leon's skin against his own.
because that's what he wants. he wants all of leon now, even if it's a little awkward, even if he's not exactly sure what they'll do once they get beyond this point. somehow, it doesn't seem to matter because he just knows he needs to listen to what his body tells him to do. that's why he shifts to completely unbuckle his belt, with minor fumbling from the way his hands just barely tremble from the intensity of it all. where leon's hands have shifted excites him all the more, his body almost jerkily reacting to it with a small thrusting of his hips.
he doesn't want to wait much more, not with this much still separating them, so stahn isn't wasting much time to start tugging a little at his own pants...
though it's admittedly hard for him to focus on when he's also shifting his kisses to trace leon's jawline at the very same time.
there's so much that stahn wants, so much he wants to feel and experience, so much that he wants to do with leon, so much that he wants to do in order to prove that leon's trust has been put in the right place. and because it's so much, he's not really able to focus on doing more than one thing at a time here—nobody's ever looked at stahn to be a master of multitasking, after all, and with his mind in this haze of desire, he's probably just a little worse than usual.]
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[he mumbles against leon's lips. though the apology isn't really so much for the touch at all—that really isn't going to be the last of these actions tonight, right? so he knows he doesn't need to say sorry for it. the word comes for startling him that way, since it wasn't really intended to happen just yet.
but that's all it's for, and stahn is thoroughly unapologetic for the rest. it's why his kisses are still relentless, even when he has to pause to breathe against leon's mouth from the overload of sensations all over his body. the excitement coils in the pit of his stomach, like nervous butterflies, but in the best possible way. it's amplified once more by the deliberate way that leon presses against him, though he's also mentally cursing the fact that he's still partially clothed and unable to wholly feel leon's skin against his own.
because that's what he wants. he wants all of leon now, even if it's a little awkward, even if he's not exactly sure what they'll do once they get beyond this point. somehow, it doesn't seem to matter because he just knows he needs to listen to what his body tells him to do. that's why he shifts to completely unbuckle his belt, with minor fumbling from the way his hands just barely tremble from the intensity of it all. where leon's hands have shifted excites him all the more, his body almost jerkily reacting to it with a small thrusting of his hips.
he doesn't want to wait much more, not with this much still separating them, so stahn isn't wasting much time to start tugging a little at his own pants...
though it's admittedly hard for him to focus on when he's also shifting his kisses to trace leon's jawline at the very same time.
there's so much that stahn wants, so much he wants to feel and experience, so much that he wants to do with leon, so much that he wants to do in order to prove that leon's trust has been put in the right place. and because it's so much, he's not really able to focus on doing more than one thing at a time here—nobody's ever looked at stahn to be a master of multitasking, after all, and with his mind in this haze of desire, he's probably just a little worse than usual.]