Leon does manage to mostly finagle Stahn's pants off, but they're still not off all the way--he doesn't manage that before Stahn's shifting to press against him with more force in turn, and then all thoughts of pants and removing them are completely gone from Leon's brain.
Everything is. Everything but Stahn underneath him, Stahn pressing up against him, Stahn sending waves of pleasure coursing through him with every movement of his body, and all Leon can do is try to meet him, try to embrace it and enjoy it.
For once in his life, he's not thinking about anything beyond his own enjoyment, and Stahn's as well--no thoughts of duty, or concerns about what he should be doing, or thoughts on anything but Stahn, and Stahn's body, and the slightly awkward way they fit together until Leon manages to shift again, trying to find some sort of rhythm that is less jilting and awkward.
His success is a bit up in the air, but he's trying, at least--as much as he can with how little he has left in the way of mental processes.
He barely feels Stahn's hand at his back, and between the kisses as the friction, Leon's really not sure what to do with his own hands either, not now that they're lying down. He plants one on the bed next to Stahn's head, steadying himself a little, but the other...he's not really sure. He doesn't have a lot in the way of guidance here, and Stahn seems equally uncertain, and it's really hard to think when Stahn's body is moving that way beneath him--so ultimately he just buries those fingers into Stahn's hair, tilting his head a little more to allow Leon to press his lips to Stahn's neck, though it's a mix of shuddering, short breaths just as much as it is actually kisses at this point.]
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Leon does manage to mostly finagle Stahn's pants off, but they're still not off all the way--he doesn't manage that before Stahn's shifting to press against him with more force in turn, and then all thoughts of pants and removing them are completely gone from Leon's brain.
Everything is. Everything but Stahn underneath him, Stahn pressing up against him, Stahn sending waves of pleasure coursing through him with every movement of his body, and all Leon can do is try to meet him, try to embrace it and enjoy it.
For once in his life, he's not thinking about anything beyond his own enjoyment, and Stahn's as well--no thoughts of duty, or concerns about what he should be doing, or thoughts on anything but Stahn, and Stahn's body, and the slightly awkward way they fit together until Leon manages to shift again, trying to find some sort of rhythm that is less jilting and awkward.
His success is a bit up in the air, but he's trying, at least--as much as he can with how little he has left in the way of mental processes.
He barely feels Stahn's hand at his back, and between the kisses as the friction, Leon's really not sure what to do with his own hands either, not now that they're lying down. He plants one on the bed next to Stahn's head, steadying himself a little, but the other...he's not really sure. He doesn't have a lot in the way of guidance here, and Stahn seems equally uncertain, and it's really hard to think when Stahn's body is moving that way beneath him--so ultimately he just buries those fingers into Stahn's hair, tilting his head a little more to allow Leon to press his lips to Stahn's neck, though it's a mix of shuddering, short breaths just as much as it is actually kisses at this point.]