[the sensation is beyond overwhelming; feeling leon against him so directly in this way is something he couldn't have ever prepared himself for. it's almost immediate how he has to pull back his kiss and shudder a groan directly against leon's mouth.
he's enjoying every kiss and every touch as they fumble their way through this, and stahn can tell from the way leon moves that he's enjoying it too. even if they're both unsure of what comes next, of what they're doing it and just trying to feel it all out as they progress... it's truly the first time he's sure they both feel completely ready to take this next step together.
one of the things stahn knows though is that he doesn't want anything between them; even if his pants are pulled down enough to expose him fully and allow for direct contact, he's not completely stripped yet. the other thing he knows is that he doesn't, for any reason, want to break this contact with leon at all. the way they're pressed together, the invigorating, exciting feeling of friction and touch that makes his heart race—he doesn't want that to stop for even a single moment.
so even as leon looks at him, questioning further consent, seeking out something.. he's trying to work out the best course of action himself. his own breathing his ragged, his cheeks are flushed, and though it can't be seen, beads of sweat are already forming at his hairline—but there's a glint of excitement in his eyes even as he also looks... not entirely sure of what to do.
time to wing it.
a hand finds its way to leon's waist, the other to the middle of his back, and stahn is lowering himself to lay flat on the bed. in this way, he can feel the entirety of leon's weight against him—which between two kisses causes him to breathe in very sharply. but the position of his hands doesn't last—he seeks out one of leon's and tries to guide it towards his pants. this way, they could strip the remainder of his clothes with only minor weight shifting, and leon can still be directly on top of him. it gives them both a little bit of control as they try to figure out what comes next.
...which, well—that's the part stahn is most unsure of, honestly. he's never done this, not with anyone, and while he knows what the end result should be, all the pleasurable steps in getting there are the parts he doesn't know how to approach. he wants to see leon, feel him, touch him, taste him—in just about every way, but there still is that sense of apprehension for how to actually do that.]
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he's enjoying every kiss and every touch as they fumble their way through this, and stahn can tell from the way leon moves that he's enjoying it too. even if they're both unsure of what comes next, of what they're doing it and just trying to feel it all out as they progress... it's truly the first time he's sure they both feel completely ready to take this next step together.
one of the things stahn knows though is that he doesn't want anything between them; even if his pants are pulled down enough to expose him fully and allow for direct contact, he's not completely stripped yet. the other thing he knows is that he doesn't, for any reason, want to break this contact with leon at all. the way they're pressed together, the invigorating, exciting feeling of friction and touch that makes his heart race—he doesn't want that to stop for even a single moment.
so even as leon looks at him, questioning further consent, seeking out something.. he's trying to work out the best course of action himself. his own breathing his ragged, his cheeks are flushed, and though it can't be seen, beads of sweat are already forming at his hairline—but there's a glint of excitement in his eyes even as he also looks... not entirely sure of what to do.
time to wing it.
a hand finds its way to leon's waist, the other to the middle of his back, and stahn is lowering himself to lay flat on the bed. in this way, he can feel the entirety of leon's weight against him—which between two kisses causes him to breathe in very sharply. but the position of his hands doesn't last—he seeks out one of leon's and tries to guide it towards his pants. this way, they could strip the remainder of his clothes with only minor weight shifting, and leon can still be directly on top of him. it gives them both a little bit of control as they try to figure out what comes next.
...which, well—that's the part stahn is most unsure of, honestly. he's never done this, not with anyone, and while he knows what the end result should be, all the pleasurable steps in getting there are the parts he doesn't know how to approach. he wants to see leon, feel him, touch him, taste him—in just about every way, but there still is that sense of apprehension for how to actually do that.]