[things have taken a turn that is surprising, but at the same time... probably shouldn't be at all.
his hand moves in rhythm (or it tries to, but stahn himself is having a hard time staying coordinated when he feels like this) with their motions. but there's definitely no brainpower here, it's all instinct and trying to move with his desire while making leon feel as good as he does.
he can feel the warmth and the tension quickly coiling, though he doesn't consider much of the implications here at all. he's just moving in rhythm, neck craning at where leon is kissing until suddenly he's not. it's so sudden, really, how he hears leon start to say his name before his body shudders and trembles in succession. his own hand is still moving without much aim or aggression, just working with rhythm.
—but then he feels it on his fingers, the warmth and the wetness, and the realization hits him hard and fast. the innate knowing he succeeded, that he was able to bring leon to some kind of climax despite having no idea what he was doing—well, that's overwhelming for stahn too. the sensations had already been quite a lot, and trying to maintain his own composure proves to be too much with the newly added lubrication.
so his whole body tenses in that moment, toes curling into the mattress as he chokes out another guttural groan. after a few seconds, his body untenses and he heaves a few heavy, labored breaths. truthfully, he's the messier one here and now, and they're both likely going to need to bathe once they've recovered. but recovered, stahn certainly isn't, if the way his hand lingers between them for a few moments before he lets go and goes a bit limp is any indication.]
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his hand moves in rhythm (or it tries to, but stahn himself is having a hard time staying coordinated when he feels like this) with their motions. but there's definitely no brainpower here, it's all instinct and trying to move with his desire while making leon feel as good as he does.
he can feel the warmth and the tension quickly coiling, though he doesn't consider much of the implications here at all. he's just moving in rhythm, neck craning at where leon is kissing until suddenly he's not. it's so sudden, really, how he hears leon start to say his name before his body shudders and trembles in succession. his own hand is still moving without much aim or aggression, just working with rhythm.
—but then he feels it on his fingers, the warmth and the wetness, and the realization hits him hard and fast. the innate knowing he succeeded, that he was able to bring leon to some kind of climax despite having no idea what he was doing—well, that's overwhelming for stahn too. the sensations had already been quite a lot, and trying to maintain his own composure proves to be too much with the newly added lubrication.
so his whole body tenses in that moment, toes curling into the mattress as he chokes out another guttural groan. after a few seconds, his body untenses and he heaves a few heavy, labored breaths. truthfully, he's the messier one here and now, and they're both likely going to need to bathe once they've recovered. but recovered, stahn certainly isn't, if the way his hand lingers between them for a few moments before he lets go and goes a bit limp is any indication.]