[It's honestly all...exactly what Leon could have hoped.
It's clear from the way Stahn moves, the way he breathes, the way he groans that he's enjoying this, that every last part of this is something that makes him feel good, and that had been what Leon had wanted all along. Because even with his inexperience in this as well, when Leon knows what he wants, he's more than capable of making it happen. Whatever it takes, he'll make it happen--because this is important.
So when Stahn lifts his hips, Leon strips him of his pants as best he can with one hand--because he's not pulling his other away for anything, not when Stahn thrusts into it and groans like that, not when he breathes out his name as if he can't think of anything else. It's a bit of a challenge to strip him down with one hand, but somehow he manages, while still providing whatever friction he can with his other hand, trying to move with Stahn to make him feel even better.
And then...well, he supposes some extra positive reinforcement couldn't hurt. He shifts to hover over Stahn again, reaching out with his now freed hand to gently brush sweaty hair away from his face; it's another stark contrast to the movements of his other hand, but he feels like this is necessary, even as the expression shifts on his face to something far more fond.]
This is what you are worth. [To him. Completely and totally--Leon adores and loves Stahn with all of his being, and he wants him to be happy, and to feel good, and to be able to not have to worry about things like whether or not he's worth it.
He dips his head then, hovering just a few scant centimeters from Stahn's lips, and murmuring--]
I do not make mistakes.
[The unspoken weighs heavily--he doesn't make mistakes in who he loves--but instead of saying that, he closes the distance, pressing their lips together again.]
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It's clear from the way Stahn moves, the way he breathes, the way he groans that he's enjoying this, that every last part of this is something that makes him feel good, and that had been what Leon had wanted all along. Because even with his inexperience in this as well, when Leon knows what he wants, he's more than capable of making it happen. Whatever it takes, he'll make it happen--because this is important.
So when Stahn lifts his hips, Leon strips him of his pants as best he can with one hand--because he's not pulling his other away for anything, not when Stahn thrusts into it and groans like that, not when he breathes out his name as if he can't think of anything else. It's a bit of a challenge to strip him down with one hand, but somehow he manages, while still providing whatever friction he can with his other hand, trying to move with Stahn to make him feel even better.
And then...well, he supposes some extra positive reinforcement couldn't hurt. He shifts to hover over Stahn again, reaching out with his now freed hand to gently brush sweaty hair away from his face; it's another stark contrast to the movements of his other hand, but he feels like this is necessary, even as the expression shifts on his face to something far more fond.]
This is what you are worth. [To him. Completely and totally--Leon adores and loves Stahn with all of his being, and he wants him to be happy, and to feel good, and to be able to not have to worry about things like whether or not he's worth it.
He dips his head then, hovering just a few scant centimeters from Stahn's lips, and murmuring--]
I do not make mistakes.
[The unspoken weighs heavily--he doesn't make mistakes in who he loves--but instead of saying that, he closes the distance, pressing their lips together again.]