[it feels almost a little unfair to have leon's lips away from his mouth; it's almost as if he misses the taste immediately. sure, it still feels good, especially with the way he presses his lips against stahn's skin, lining him with kisses that seem to tingle even once leon has moved on.
one hand remains in leon's hair, the other presses to the mattress, gripping the sheets because the truth of the matter is that all of leon's intentions make this experience that much more intense. his breaths are already ragged from the way leon's hand moves, sending jolts of pleasure through his body—maybe leon don't know precisely what he's doing, but the things he does? they work. he is commanding this situation, and stahn is already writhing.
when he feels the tug as his pants, stahn will take the actions he can to help—though it's obvious that the overwhelming pleasures are slowing him down a bit. he'll pull his legs up, bending his knees to ground his feet into the mattress and push himself upwards; it simultaneously gives leon a little freedom to properly tug at his pants while also allowing stahn to thrust directly into his grip.
(multitasking.)
of course, doing that is a bit intense, even if it puts a very bare amount of control in stahn's hands, he wants leon to be in control this time, because it's exciting and thrilling for him too; at this point, he'd probably do just about anything if leon asked.
that's not what happens exactly though.]
Emilio... [he huffs out leon's true name in a quiet groan—he doesn't really have anything to say, it's just a pleased encouragement that's followed by a shaky breath. the previous night felt great but this... somehow it's amazing to stahn in an entirely different way.]
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one hand remains in leon's hair, the other presses to the mattress, gripping the sheets because the truth of the matter is that all of leon's intentions make this experience that much more intense. his breaths are already ragged from the way leon's hand moves, sending jolts of pleasure through his body—maybe leon don't know precisely what he's doing, but the things he does? they work. he is commanding this situation, and stahn is already writhing.
when he feels the tug as his pants, stahn will take the actions he can to help—though it's obvious that the overwhelming pleasures are slowing him down a bit. he'll pull his legs up, bending his knees to ground his feet into the mattress and push himself upwards; it simultaneously gives leon a little freedom to properly tug at his pants while also allowing stahn to thrust directly into his grip.
(multitasking.)
of course, doing that is a bit intense, even if it puts a very bare amount of control in stahn's hands, he wants leon to be in control this time, because it's exciting and thrilling for him too; at this point, he'd probably do just about anything if leon asked.
that's not what happens exactly though.]
Emilio... [he huffs out leon's true name in a quiet groan—he doesn't really have anything to say, it's just a pleased encouragement that's followed by a shaky breath. the previous night felt great but this... somehow it's amazing to stahn in an entirely different way.]