it's hard for stahn to focus at all when leon kisses him in such a tantalizing way. it's so easy to get engrossed in the feeling of leon's lips, of the way is own tingle from how long they've been doing this, and the sweet, familiar taste that he can't get enough of. he's a little light-headed from all the excitement—there's little doubt that so much blood has been rushing elsewhere that it's dizzying.
but all the same, leon is being... well, impressively leon. maneuvering one-handed so skillfully; it's almost difficult to tell that he's never done this before. he's certainly a bit smoother than stahn, and his motions feel confident and so distinctly leon that stahn can't help but feel more aroused by every last bit of his actions.
when leon lifts his hips, he feels the pressure and the friction ease and stahn can't help but to exhale a breath; it's probably the only reprieve his overloaded brain has had in a few minutes (not that he's complaining), though it's probably not a bad thing. stahn is a quick enough learner to know what to do next, pressing a bit of weight from his hand against leon's thigh and drawing the other away from his face to press into the matress. he can use that support to shift, lifting himself in a way that's inviting enough for leon to be able to further tug his pants down.
please. stahn is begging silently as he seeks leon's lips again. he wants this. he wants this a lot, to be able to feel every last inch of leon against his skin, and for leon to feel him in just the same way. maybe it's not even want, it's need, and he desperately feels like he's never needed anything in his life more than every bit of leon.]
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it's hard for stahn to focus at all when leon kisses him in such a tantalizing way. it's so easy to get engrossed in the feeling of leon's lips, of the way is own tingle from how long they've been doing this, and the sweet, familiar taste that he can't get enough of. he's a little light-headed from all the excitement—there's little doubt that so much blood has been rushing elsewhere that it's dizzying.
but all the same, leon is being... well, impressively leon. maneuvering one-handed so skillfully; it's almost difficult to tell that he's never done this before. he's certainly a bit smoother than stahn, and his motions feel confident and so distinctly leon that stahn can't help but feel more aroused by every last bit of his actions.
when leon lifts his hips, he feels the pressure and the friction ease and stahn can't help but to exhale a breath; it's probably the only reprieve his overloaded brain has had in a few minutes (not that he's complaining), though it's probably not a bad thing. stahn is a quick enough learner to know what to do next, pressing a bit of weight from his hand against leon's thigh and drawing the other away from his face to press into the matress. he can use that support to shift, lifting himself in a way that's inviting enough for leon to be able to further tug his pants down.
please. stahn is begging silently as he seeks leon's lips again. he wants this. he wants this a lot, to be able to feel every last inch of leon against his skin, and for leon to feel him in just the same way. maybe it's not even want, it's need, and he desperately feels like he's never needed anything in his life more than every bit of leon.]