there was literally no way for stahn to be prepared for any of that.
the weight and the friction without any movement had been intense enough as it was. but then leon rolls his hips, and rolls them again and stahn feels completely blindsided by the intensity of the pleasure. he hisses out a breath that's accompanied by a groan all his own, and almost instinctively, it seems as if his body knows to comply.
the thought of removing the rest of his pants is a bit lost, even as leon seems to fumble to do so (does stahn even notice? he doesn't seem to), and the hand that's on his back tenses until his fingers seem to dig into the skin a bit. it's intense, sending shivers directly through stahn in the best way possible. of course, along with this is the fact that trying to figure out what comes next also seems lost on him. leon's taken the lead in a way that stahn didn't expect, and his own body is reacting accordingly in some sort of synchronization; his hips lift, his knees pull up until his feet can be more grounded in the mattress, and then his hips roll with a little more force, pressing hard against leon's body.
his kisses a little sloppier this way, and it seems like they've looped back around into being a little more thoughtless in their actions—but how can stahn think when everything feels so good? he's never once wavered in wanting every last bit of leon, and now that it's here, it's nearly impossible for him to hold back at all. does he even need to use his head right now? his other hand starts to slip away from trying to guide leon's, though where he's going with it, even stahn himself isn't sure—at this point, he's just going to do whatever feels good.
(though at this point, everything feels good, because the person on top of him is leon, the one he wants most in this world in every sense of the word.)]
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there was literally no way for stahn to be prepared for any of that.
the weight and the friction without any movement had been intense enough as it was. but then leon rolls his hips, and rolls them again and stahn feels completely blindsided by the intensity of the pleasure. he hisses out a breath that's accompanied by a groan all his own, and almost instinctively, it seems as if his body knows to comply.
the thought of removing the rest of his pants is a bit lost, even as leon seems to fumble to do so (does stahn even notice? he doesn't seem to), and the hand that's on his back tenses until his fingers seem to dig into the skin a bit. it's intense, sending shivers directly through stahn in the best way possible. of course, along with this is the fact that trying to figure out what comes next also seems lost on him. leon's taken the lead in a way that stahn didn't expect, and his own body is reacting accordingly in some sort of synchronization; his hips lift, his knees pull up until his feet can be more grounded in the mattress, and then his hips roll with a little more force, pressing hard against leon's body.
his kisses a little sloppier this way, and it seems like they've looped back around into being a little more thoughtless in their actions—but how can stahn think when everything feels so good? he's never once wavered in wanting every last bit of leon, and now that it's here, it's nearly impossible for him to hold back at all. does he even need to use his head right now? his other hand starts to slip away from trying to guide leon's, though where he's going with it, even stahn himself isn't sure—at this point, he's just going to do whatever feels good.
(though at this point, everything feels good, because the person on top of him is leon, the one he wants most in this world in every sense of the word.)]