[For once, Leon's actually reasonably adept at picking up the unspoken words. Stahn offers up that gentle, chaste kiss and Leon settles completely at it, relaxing as he does. Stahn's fine with it. Leon's fine with it. And Stahn says...that it's fine. That's the sort of thing they do together. That's... how it works.
With a relationship like theirs, that's how it works, and that... is just fine.
Leon draws in a slow breath, and it doesn't shudder at all--he's finally settling properly now, less panicked, less concerned. He's...fine, and that's a relief.
They're both fine. And... they can do that again, that's what Stahn's saying. They could do that again, but also just...explore each other's bodies again, and Leon moves almost in a tentative automatic way, even as he reaches out to gently wrap an arm around Stahn, resting his fingers on his back. He doesn't really intend for this to be particularly risque; he's almost working off of muscle memory. Stahn isn't wearing a shirt, which means that Leon's fingers can trail the grooves and skin that he remembers trailing last night, almost as if in a haze. He remembers the way his fingers had slid up Stahn's back, the way he'd been able to explore his body.
He hopes they'll get the chance to properly explore each other again--but then he snaps back to himself properly, blinking. Stahn trailing off had given him a bit too much room to work with his imagination.]
... I do not intend to do anything like this with anyone else, so--yes, it would have to be with me.
[He kind of purposefully ignores the majority of that message there, even as his fingers on Stahn's back, featherlight, make it very clear that he completely understood what Stahn was getting at there.]
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With a relationship like theirs, that's how it works, and that... is just fine.
Leon draws in a slow breath, and it doesn't shudder at all--he's finally settling properly now, less panicked, less concerned. He's...fine, and that's a relief.
They're both fine. And... they can do that again, that's what Stahn's saying. They could do that again, but also just...explore each other's bodies again, and Leon moves almost in a tentative automatic way, even as he reaches out to gently wrap an arm around Stahn, resting his fingers on his back. He doesn't really intend for this to be particularly risque; he's almost working off of muscle memory. Stahn isn't wearing a shirt, which means that Leon's fingers can trail the grooves and skin that he remembers trailing last night, almost as if in a haze. He remembers the way his fingers had slid up Stahn's back, the way he'd been able to explore his body.
He hopes they'll get the chance to properly explore each other again--but then he snaps back to himself properly, blinking. Stahn trailing off had given him a bit too much room to work with his imagination.]
... I do not intend to do anything like this with anyone else, so--yes, it would have to be with me.
[He kind of purposefully ignores the majority of that message there, even as his fingers on Stahn's back, featherlight, make it very clear that he completely understood what Stahn was getting at there.]