[Leon is satisfied, honestly. It's warm, it's comfortable, and the way Stahn smiles and settles into it is perfect. That's what Leon wanted. Leon wanted Stahn to be comfortable and certain. He wanted Stahn to be certain in the knowledge that Leon loves him--because he does, even if he can't say so yet.
But his expressions shifts when Stahn keeps talking. It bothers him that Stahn would say something like that--"so much better", he says which is nonsense. There isn't better.
Stahn is the better.
The gentleness is gone then--he leans in and shoves their lips together more fiercely then, a kiss with a bit of teeth and a lot of certainty, almost scolding. When he pulls back, it's with a shaky, short breath.]
Shut up.
[He doesn't want Stahn to ever think that he's not the better. He doesn't want Stahn to ever say anything like that.
And he won't allow it to happen without doing something.
Don't say there is better--because there isn't, not to Leon.]
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But his expressions shifts when Stahn keeps talking. It bothers him that Stahn would say something like that--"so much better", he says which is nonsense. There isn't better.
Stahn is the better.
The gentleness is gone then--he leans in and shoves their lips together more fiercely then, a kiss with a bit of teeth and a lot of certainty, almost scolding. When he pulls back, it's with a shaky, short breath.]
Shut up.
[He doesn't want Stahn to ever think that he's not the better. He doesn't want Stahn to ever say anything like that.
And he won't allow it to happen without doing something.
Don't say there is better--because there isn't, not to Leon.]