[there are points when stahn has to pull back from those kisses to shudder out ragged breaths; holding on to his composure it getting to be nearly impossible.
he doesn't really want it to be a showing like the night before, where they both lacked the stamina to take the enjoyment to its fullest potential. he wants to embrace every sensation and hold onto it for as long as he can.
but that's difficult.
it's difficult because everything leon does seems to bring him closer to that end. it's his kisses, his exploring hand against his damp skin, it's the other hand finding a sweet spot around him that feels so good—it's almost blinding. where the may normally be words are nothing but pleased sounds and half-finished mumbling of leon's name that get lost in his groans.
he feels good.
he feels almost unbelievably good and if he could think straight, he'd probably be able to discern that it's just as much what's happening as it the fact that it's leon doing it. it's leon exploring his body. it's leon touching him intimately. it's leon kissing him. it's leon being so commanding of his focus, and to have someone love him so much and with that kind of intensity is incredibly powerful in this situation.
stahn isn't thinking about that right now, though.
because he's can't. not when his mind is like a blank, white slate that can't do anything. leon is winning this challenge with his control, and just as leon finds that he likes this in a different way—stahn does as well. he enjoys when they have a balance of power, he enjoys taking the lead and guiding leon through those uncertain moments. he likes making leon feel good and he likes knowing what kind of reactions he can pull from leon's body. at the same token? this is amazing to him. every inch of his body is warm, it tingles with pleasure and he's squirming because there's no way for him to stay still like this.
he's teetering at the edge right now, and the way his body begins to tense in a different way than it has up to now surely has to indicate that much well enough.]
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he doesn't really want it to be a showing like the night before, where they both lacked the stamina to take the enjoyment to its fullest potential. he wants to embrace every sensation and hold onto it for as long as he can.
but that's difficult.
it's difficult because everything leon does seems to bring him closer to that end. it's his kisses, his exploring hand against his damp skin, it's the other hand finding a sweet spot around him that feels so good—it's almost blinding. where the may normally be words are nothing but pleased sounds and half-finished mumbling of leon's name that get lost in his groans.
he feels good.
he feels almost unbelievably good and if he could think straight, he'd probably be able to discern that it's just as much what's happening as it the fact that it's leon doing it. it's leon exploring his body. it's leon touching him intimately. it's leon kissing him. it's leon being so commanding of his focus, and to have someone love him so much and with that kind of intensity is incredibly powerful in this situation.
stahn isn't thinking about that right now, though.
because he's can't. not when his mind is like a blank, white slate that can't do anything. leon is winning this challenge with his control, and just as leon finds that he likes this in a different way—stahn does as well. he enjoys when they have a balance of power, he enjoys taking the lead and guiding leon through those uncertain moments. he likes making leon feel good and he likes knowing what kind of reactions he can pull from leon's body. at the same token? this is amazing to him. every inch of his body is warm, it tingles with pleasure and he's squirming because there's no way for him to stay still like this.
he's teetering at the edge right now, and the way his body begins to tense in a different way than it has up to now surely has to indicate that much well enough.]