[Stahn can try to shift Leon's hands to help him pull off his pants for the remainder of the way, but Leon is Distracted.
Namely by how as Stahn pulls them to a laying position on the bed, Leon ends up shifting naturally along with it, trying to make the movement not too startling or too much--
But because of that, he ends up basically grinding his hips against Stahn's.
It's done lightly at first, an entirely accidental movement of hips against hips, but the jolt of pleasure it sends right down Leon's spine gets him to react automatically, even before his brain can entirely catch up.
He rolls his hips forward again, pressing them against Stahn's and searching out more of that sensation, breathing catching and shuddering, a low groan escaping him as he does.
There's a small portion of his brain still working--it acknowledges that Stahn wants and needs his pants pulled off the remainder of the way. But he fumbles as he tries to do so, uncharacteristically, because it's so much--so much intensity, so much more sensation and feeling than Leon had ever really thought could be, and seeing Stahn disheveled and naked beneath him is simply the metaphorical icing on the cake.
Leon's body knows what it wants if nothing else, and it's Stahn--moreso even than he was ever prepared for, more than he ever acknowledged.
It'll take a moment for his brain to boot back up to be sure.]
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Namely by how as Stahn pulls them to a laying position on the bed, Leon ends up shifting naturally along with it, trying to make the movement not too startling or too much--
But because of that, he ends up basically grinding his hips against Stahn's.
It's done lightly at first, an entirely accidental movement of hips against hips, but the jolt of pleasure it sends right down Leon's spine gets him to react automatically, even before his brain can entirely catch up.
He rolls his hips forward again, pressing them against Stahn's and searching out more of that sensation, breathing catching and shuddering, a low groan escaping him as he does.
There's a small portion of his brain still working--it acknowledges that Stahn wants and needs his pants pulled off the remainder of the way. But he fumbles as he tries to do so, uncharacteristically, because it's so much--so much intensity, so much more sensation and feeling than Leon had ever really thought could be, and seeing Stahn disheveled and naked beneath him is simply the metaphorical icing on the cake.
Leon's body knows what it wants if nothing else, and it's Stahn--moreso even than he was ever prepared for, more than he ever acknowledged.
It'll take a moment for his brain to boot back up to be sure.]