[It's official--Stahn is trying to kill him. That's the only explanation for all of this. There's no other possible explanation, because Stahn's wandering hand would be enough as it is, but there's Stahn's other hand as well, and with each stroke and movement of his hand, Leon loses a bit more self-control from what little he has left, hips bucking into Stahn's hand and against Stahn's hips more thoroughly, seeking more of that touch and friction and just plain good.
Stahn's the louder of the two of them, because Stahn's always been the louder of the two of them, but Leon's quickly losing the battle to stay quiet as well, sharp breaths turning into quiet, pleased noises with each shift of his hips.
There's the thought that he should be doing more for Stahn as well--that he wants to be more for Stahn, that he wants Stahn to be enjoying himself as well, and even if he is (and it's pretty clear he is, from the way he's groaning to the way Leon can feel his hair growing damp with sweat from their efforts), Leon still wants there to be more.
There's not a lot he can do in this position, not that immediately crosses his mind, and especially not as the majority of his brain power and physical efforts are taken up by their current rhythm--but even so, he's able to dip his head just that little bit lower, moving his somewhat uncoordinated and sloppy kisses from the crook of Stahn's neck down to his shoulder, and then his upper chest--
Which is as far as he gets when Stahn manages to groan his name in that tone of voice, and it's not Leon, it's Emilio, which is a name that means a lot for Leon to hear even at a normal time. But hearing that name in that tone of voice is obscene, and Leon wasn't prepared; his entire body shudders at that, and for a moment he forgets how to breathe, face pressed into Stahn's chest as if to muffle the very audible groan that he's not able to muffle at all. Between the foreplay, the energetic exploration of each other's bodies like this and the constant friction Stahn's provided, Leon really never stood a chance, not when these sensations are all entirely new.
Especially when Stahn's saying his real name in a tone of voice so intimate, so raw and carnal, and something about it tugs at Leon's heart even more than his physical body, knowing that when Stahn's following his instincts, and not thinking at all, when he's embracing Leon and all that he is--it's that name that escapes him.]
Sta--
[But really, Leon doesn't even manage all of Stahn's name in return; he manages to breathe out the start of it before it just melds into a wordless groan even as he inevitably loses it, body trembling and face still very much hidden and buried against Stahn's chest. That was a lot in very quick succession, and he is very much overwhelmed.]
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Stahn's the louder of the two of them, because Stahn's always been the louder of the two of them, but Leon's quickly losing the battle to stay quiet as well, sharp breaths turning into quiet, pleased noises with each shift of his hips.
There's the thought that he should be doing more for Stahn as well--that he wants to be more for Stahn, that he wants Stahn to be enjoying himself as well, and even if he is (and it's pretty clear he is, from the way he's groaning to the way Leon can feel his hair growing damp with sweat from their efforts), Leon still wants there to be more.
There's not a lot he can do in this position, not that immediately crosses his mind, and especially not as the majority of his brain power and physical efforts are taken up by their current rhythm--but even so, he's able to dip his head just that little bit lower, moving his somewhat uncoordinated and sloppy kisses from the crook of Stahn's neck down to his shoulder, and then his upper chest--
Which is as far as he gets when Stahn manages to groan his name in that tone of voice, and it's not Leon, it's Emilio, which is a name that means a lot for Leon to hear even at a normal time. But hearing that name in that tone of voice is obscene, and Leon wasn't prepared; his entire body shudders at that, and for a moment he forgets how to breathe, face pressed into Stahn's chest as if to muffle the very audible groan that he's not able to muffle at all. Between the foreplay, the energetic exploration of each other's bodies like this and the constant friction Stahn's provided, Leon really never stood a chance, not when these sensations are all entirely new.
Especially when Stahn's saying his real name in a tone of voice so intimate, so raw and carnal, and something about it tugs at Leon's heart even more than his physical body, knowing that when Stahn's following his instincts, and not thinking at all, when he's embracing Leon and all that he is--it's that name that escapes him.]
Sta--
[But really, Leon doesn't even manage all of Stahn's name in return; he manages to breathe out the start of it before it just melds into a wordless groan even as he inevitably loses it, body trembling and face still very much hidden and buried against Stahn's chest. That was a lot in very quick succession, and he is very much overwhelmed.]