[each breath stahn takes is ragged, with small groans and grunts mixed in; it's as if every touch, whether it be from their hips or below to the way leon's lips press again skin straight to the way his hair gets tugged is completely tantalizing. it's like somehow, leon knows to how arouse every part of him and find all the right spots to gain the maximum reaction from him.
not that he's complaining.
not that he even could complain.
but he feels like maybe he should be doing more. when the kisses are being pressed to his neck, it leaves stahn with little more to do than keeping up a rhythm with the movement of his hips and the way he's pressing himself against leon with such deliberate intent. he isn't thinking of much at all... just that there need to be something more to go along with this. but stahn can't think at all like this, so all he can do is what his body seems to want.
and what his body wants is more of leon's body.
so with one hand on leon's back, edging downwards past the small of his back and over leon's bottom, the other... well, the other is going elsewhere. it's a surprising careful motion, the way stahn juts his hips a little, but still shifts to allow space before his hand grasps them both, his touch gentle but firm, and yet also cautious and tentative. for himself, it immediately intensifies the senstations felt, but he doesn't do anything else, breathing out shakily and waiting for some kind of sign of approval from leon.]
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not that he's complaining.
not that he even could complain.
but he feels like maybe he should be doing more. when the kisses are being pressed to his neck, it leaves stahn with little more to do than keeping up a rhythm with the movement of his hips and the way he's pressing himself against leon with such deliberate intent. he isn't thinking of much at all... just that there need to be something more to go along with this. but stahn can't think at all like this, so all he can do is what his body seems to want.
and what his body wants is more of leon's body.
so with one hand on leon's back, edging downwards past the small of his back and over leon's bottom, the other... well, the other is going elsewhere. it's a surprising careful motion, the way stahn juts his hips a little, but still shifts to allow space before his hand grasps them both, his touch gentle but firm, and yet also cautious and tentative. for himself, it immediately intensifies the senstations felt, but he doesn't do anything else, breathing out shakily and waiting for some kind of sign of approval from leon.]