[under normal circumstances, stahn probably would have found leon's embarrassment cute, even if he was refraining from pointing it out. he can actually feel the heat from leon's face against him, but stahn in so captured by every sensation that he barely has any way of expressing anything but pleasure.
he shudders a breath out when he feels that thrust of leon's hips; doing so while they're both in his hand and he can feel the heat of their bodies mingling against his skin almost makes it hard for him to contain himself. for a moment, he holds his breath, but when he exhales, there's a very audible groan of pleasure—maybe it's not so surprising that in the heat of the moment, stahn would be the louder of the two.
he won't let leon do all the work though. even as he rolls his hips against stahn's hand, he takes it as a welcoming sign and his grip tightens slightly before he slowly starts to make a vague stroking motion. his other hand is gripping at the backside flesh. it's likely that leon can feel the dampening of stahn's skin—the intensity of everything that's happening is just heating his already, naturally warm body to new levels.
stahn can barely breathe, he can't think at all, but yet when the next groan escapes his throat, it has a single word rasped out with the very same tone.]
Emilio... [it a groan of his true name, entirely with a sound of intimacy, of ecstasy that is buried deep within it. it's throaty and comes with absolutely no thought at all; even what he manages to say right now is pure instinct and desire.]
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he shudders a breath out when he feels that thrust of leon's hips; doing so while they're both in his hand and he can feel the heat of their bodies mingling against his skin almost makes it hard for him to contain himself. for a moment, he holds his breath, but when he exhales, there's a very audible groan of pleasure—maybe it's not so surprising that in the heat of the moment, stahn would be the louder of the two.
he won't let leon do all the work though. even as he rolls his hips against stahn's hand, he takes it as a welcoming sign and his grip tightens slightly before he slowly starts to make a vague stroking motion. his other hand is gripping at the backside flesh. it's likely that leon can feel the dampening of stahn's skin—the intensity of everything that's happening is just heating his already, naturally warm body to new levels.
stahn can barely breathe, he can't think at all, but yet when the next groan escapes his throat, it has a single word rasped out with the very same tone.]
Emilio... [it a groan of his true name, entirely with a sound of intimacy, of ecstasy that is buried deep within it. it's throaty and comes with absolutely no thought at all; even what he manages to say right now is pure instinct and desire.]