Stahn's asking for a lot here, and it doesn't even seem like it at first glance. But then... then it sinks in. Stahn's asking him to give up all control. He's asking him to trust only in Stahn, to put all of his faith in Stahn's hand and just let him take over. For Leon... that's a foreign concept.
He's never done this before.
There's a complicated expression on his face in response to that. Stahn's words are teasing and playful, light and gentle, but Leon's short of breath and uncertain, still under Stahn as he tries to figure out how to do this. How...does he really do this? How can he do something like this?
And then...he realizes that--he just has to trust Stahn. That's all there is to it. He has no other option here--unless he wants to shove Stahn off and tell him to stop, which he doesn't. So he has to trust him. Slowly, he breathes out a quiet breath, eyes sliding shut, and then he slumps to the bed, tension fading away bit by bit as he accepts it and just...takes that leap of faith, hand sliding from Stahn's hair to rest beside him on the bed, and without opening his eyes... he swallows, and his words aren't much more than a hoarse whisper.]
...Fine.
[It's Stahn's turn, and Leon... Leon's going to try his absolute hardest to give up control. The slightest of friction gets Leon to shift a little, trying to line up his hips with Stahn's, but otherwise... otherwise he doesn't move. He's decided on this.
Now he has to follow through, and let Stahn be the one to take control here.]
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It's strangely difficult.
Stahn's asking for a lot here, and it doesn't even seem like it at first glance. But then... then it sinks in. Stahn's asking him to give up all control. He's asking him to trust only in Stahn, to put all of his faith in Stahn's hand and just let him take over. For Leon... that's a foreign concept.
He's never done this before.
There's a complicated expression on his face in response to that. Stahn's words are teasing and playful, light and gentle, but Leon's short of breath and uncertain, still under Stahn as he tries to figure out how to do this. How...does he really do this? How can he do something like this?
And then...he realizes that--he just has to trust Stahn. That's all there is to it. He has no other option here--unless he wants to shove Stahn off and tell him to stop, which he doesn't. So he has to trust him. Slowly, he breathes out a quiet breath, eyes sliding shut, and then he slumps to the bed, tension fading away bit by bit as he accepts it and just...takes that leap of faith, hand sliding from Stahn's hair to rest beside him on the bed, and without opening his eyes... he swallows, and his words aren't much more than a hoarse whisper.]
...Fine.
[It's Stahn's turn, and Leon... Leon's going to try his absolute hardest to give up control. The slightest of friction gets Leon to shift a little, trying to line up his hips with Stahn's, but otherwise... otherwise he doesn't move. He's decided on this.
Now he has to follow through, and let Stahn be the one to take control here.]