leon's fingers wrapped around him has been a pleasurable experience in itself, the friction from the strokes building a pressure that coils in him—if leon really has no idea what he's doing, stahn can't tell. he just knows it feels good, that he's enjoying it, and that he wants to keep going like this.
but then leon does the thing.
he makes that face, and his expression is so warm and loving even has his hand is moving with the same determination. he's gentle in brushing away sweaty strands of hair away from his face. he looks so fond and loving, and somehow that makes his heart race and his breath feel even shorter than because of the other sensations.
and then leon speaks, and his words send a shiver straight up his spine. his worth... leon is really trying to prove to him how valuable stahn is. he's trying (and he's succeeding). for a moment, stahn is biting a his lips, brows knit from trying to focus on leon while dealing with the overwhelming pleasure...
but then leon is murmuring more words against his lips in such an enticing, assuring way that when he finally closes the gap, stahn is desperate to taste leon on his tongue again. he can't help but to groan a sound into leon's mouth again, lids fluttering closed as beads of sweat drip from his forehead. it's intense. every last sensation is so intense and he feels like he needs more of leon, and that's why is hands go searching for skin—even if it's just the skin beneath his shirt, stahn needs more of leon in his grasp.
it almost feels unfair when leon has so much control, even though stahn himself invited it.]
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leon's fingers wrapped around him has been a pleasurable experience in itself, the friction from the strokes building a pressure that coils in him—if leon really has no idea what he's doing, stahn can't tell. he just knows it feels good, that he's enjoying it, and that he wants to keep going like this.
but then leon does the thing.
he makes that face, and his expression is so warm and loving even has his hand is moving with the same determination. he's gentle in brushing away sweaty strands of hair away from his face. he looks so fond and loving, and somehow that makes his heart race and his breath feel even shorter than because of the other sensations.
and then leon speaks, and his words send a shiver straight up his spine. his worth... leon is really trying to prove to him how valuable stahn is. he's trying (and he's succeeding). for a moment, stahn is biting a his lips, brows knit from trying to focus on leon while dealing with the overwhelming pleasure...
but then leon is murmuring more words against his lips in such an enticing, assuring way that when he finally closes the gap, stahn is desperate to taste leon on his tongue again. he can't help but to groan a sound into leon's mouth again, lids fluttering closed as beads of sweat drip from his forehead. it's intense. every last sensation is so intense and he feels like he needs more of leon, and that's why is hands go searching for skin—even if it's just the skin beneath his shirt, stahn needs more of leon in his grasp.
it almost feels unfair when leon has so much control, even though stahn himself invited it.]