Stahn's so gentle, and his movements are so confident and certain; Leon doesn't bother to open his eyes, allowing Stahn to do whatever he feels like doing, because it all feels good. And he trusts Stahn, of course. That sort of thing could never possibly be in question any longer.
But with his eyes closed as they are, he isn't prepared for the kiss, and it's not entirely chaste. A shiver runs down his spine, and his eyes flutter half-open in surprise--but it doesn't stop him from leaning into the kiss anyway. With how relaxed he is and how unguarded he is in this moment, it draws a soft, quietly pleased groan from him too--he's not watching himself and trying to keep himself from making noise like he was even at the height of their passions.
No, this is different.
And he can't even quite bring himself to be embarrassed at the noise he made, because Stahn's fingers are still against his scalp and he really just wants more of that; he feels boneless and tensionless, and he honestly can't remember the last time that he felt that way.
So when he finally does speak, there's a breathy quality to his voice, and he can't quite hide the note of pleasure in it either.]
Mm... perhaps. If we are not in a rush in the evenings...there is no reason not to.
[Bathe together, that is.... especially not if Stahn's willing to do things like this. Please never stop.]
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Stahn's so gentle, and his movements are so confident and certain; Leon doesn't bother to open his eyes, allowing Stahn to do whatever he feels like doing, because it all feels good. And he trusts Stahn, of course. That sort of thing could never possibly be in question any longer.
But with his eyes closed as they are, he isn't prepared for the kiss, and it's not entirely chaste. A shiver runs down his spine, and his eyes flutter half-open in surprise--but it doesn't stop him from leaning into the kiss anyway. With how relaxed he is and how unguarded he is in this moment, it draws a soft, quietly pleased groan from him too--he's not watching himself and trying to keep himself from making noise like he was even at the height of their passions.
No, this is different.
And he can't even quite bring himself to be embarrassed at the noise he made, because Stahn's fingers are still against his scalp and he really just wants more of that; he feels boneless and tensionless, and he honestly can't remember the last time that he felt that way.
So when he finally does speak, there's a breathy quality to his voice, and he can't quite hide the note of pleasure in it either.]
Mm... perhaps. If we are not in a rush in the evenings...there is no reason not to.
[Bathe together, that is.... especially not if Stahn's willing to do things like this. Please never stop.]