[there's no complaint from stahn about leon rolling off of him, if only because there's some sort of subconscious knowing that he doesn't want leon to get any messier than he alreasy is. it means stahn has to bear the brunt of being a little bit disgusting, but he's still in too euphoric a state to even mind it.
somehow, it's like he and leon and completely entwined this way—it has its own strange meaning to it despite also being disgusting enough to warrant a bath for sure, because he knows that he can't go to sleep this way.
despite the state of mind, he finds himself smiling as he catches his breath—and not because of what happened. it's because leon still says so close to him. it's because he trusted stahn enough to be so intimate. because he didn't hesitate even once, and he didn't balk at the fact that stahn fumbled on more than one occasion just trying to please him.]
...Are you okay? [he'll break the silence once he's regained enough of his composure to do so, but he has to ask. things escalated quickly, and he hardly had time to make sure he was okay in any sort of coherent state throughout that. even to the end, stahn had been experimenting and pushing limits until things came to pretty quick finish.
he can assume that leon is okay with things as they were because he remains close, but he still wants to make sure in words. it's not the only gesture though, of course, because the hand that isn't wet and sticky is brushing leon's hair a bit with his fingers—not forcing him to look up or anything like that, but idly straightening the damp, disheveled strands.]
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somehow, it's like he and leon and completely entwined this way—it has its own strange meaning to it despite also being disgusting enough to warrant a bath for sure, because he knows that he can't go to sleep this way.
despite the state of mind, he finds himself smiling as he catches his breath—and not because of what happened. it's because leon still says so close to him. it's because he trusted stahn enough to be so intimate. because he didn't hesitate even once, and he didn't balk at the fact that stahn fumbled on more than one occasion just trying to please him.]
...Are you okay? [he'll break the silence once he's regained enough of his composure to do so, but he has to ask. things escalated quickly, and he hardly had time to make sure he was okay in any sort of coherent state throughout that. even to the end, stahn had been experimenting and pushing limits until things came to pretty quick finish.
he can assume that leon is okay with things as they were because he remains close, but he still wants to make sure in words. it's not the only gesture though, of course, because the hand that isn't wet and sticky is brushing leon's hair a bit with his fingers—not forcing him to look up or anything like that, but idly straightening the damp, disheveled strands.]