[it's difficult not to believe when it's like this.
when leon's lips reach his, it's almost as if he's transferring his feelings directly into stahn; they're so much love and passion in his kiss while still feeling sweet and gentle—somehow, it's different from every other kiss they've shared.
there's a feeling that swells in stahn's chest, because he's tasting leon's certainty, he's tasting a defiance that says "it's only you," and the smallest sound seems to get stuck in his throat. it's overwhelming, honestly, and that's why stahn is squeezing leon's hand.
he's not completely still though, because his own fire can't be extinguished, even when he's taken aback by things a bit. he kisses back to match the intensity, laced with "thank yous" and "i understands." there aren't words needed, because he can feel how much leon really loves him as his weight settles against stahn's chest.
and he's embracing it.
part of him feels foolish for even suggestion it was an issue—though it's no less true. he feels incredibly lucky that someone so classy, so smart, so talented and attractive could look past his lack of education and worldliness and still love him for the person he is.
leon is a good soul.
he's a warm, kind person and though his exterior is cold and harsh, sometimes biting, when leon is laying against him in this way, all he can feel is gentle, loving warmth.
and that's why stahn's free hand wraps around leon's body to steady him in place, embracing it with squeeze that also says "i'm sorry," because he wants leon to know that his intent is never to doubt leon.
he's lucky.
he's so lucky, and he's so in love to the point that he's not even sure how to contain it and stop it from spilling over.]
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when leon's lips reach his, it's almost as if he's transferring his feelings directly into stahn; they're so much love and passion in his kiss while still feeling sweet and gentle—somehow, it's different from every other kiss they've shared.
there's a feeling that swells in stahn's chest, because he's tasting leon's certainty, he's tasting a defiance that says "it's only you," and the smallest sound seems to get stuck in his throat. it's overwhelming, honestly, and that's why stahn is squeezing leon's hand.
he's not completely still though, because his own fire can't be extinguished, even when he's taken aback by things a bit. he kisses back to match the intensity, laced with "thank yous" and "i understands." there aren't words needed, because he can feel how much leon really loves him as his weight settles against stahn's chest.
and he's embracing it.
part of him feels foolish for even suggestion it was an issue—though it's no less true. he feels incredibly lucky that someone so classy, so smart, so talented and attractive could look past his lack of education and worldliness and still love him for the person he is.
leon is a good soul.
he's a warm, kind person and though his exterior is cold and harsh, sometimes biting, when leon is laying against him in this way, all he can feel is gentle, loving warmth.
and that's why stahn's free hand wraps around leon's body to steady him in place, embracing it with squeeze that also says "i'm sorry," because he wants leon to know that his intent is never to doubt leon.
he's lucky.
he's so lucky, and he's so in love to the point that he's not even sure how to contain it and stop it from spilling over.]