[it's a little easier for stahn this way, though all he can really do is hope that the trust leon is putting in him is wholly sincere.
it doesn't matter how stahn acts; the truth of the matter is that leon's well-being and happiness always comes first to him. and that's precisely why he wants to be sure that he doesn't betray the trust that leon is putting in him.
there may be passion, there may be something on a commanding nature as stahn tries his best to be "in charge," but in the end, he still loves leon the most and everything he's doing right now is for leon's happiness. ...and that's why he doesn't rush.
his kisses are slow and deliberate, tracing back to leon's mouth. one hand threads leon's hair, tugging a little harder than normal but hardly in any way that could hurt him. and once his lips reach leon's mouth and he can find the taste of his tongue, the fingers from his other hand trace leon lightly, as if they're studying any memorizing his every curvature before they finally wrap around into a light grip—the amount of friction is bare and teasing, yet still somehow considerate and deliberate. he wants leon to feel good, and he wants to be the sole reason for it.
but he doesn't want leon to feel like he's leaving his trust in a dangerous place.]
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it doesn't matter how stahn acts; the truth of the matter is that leon's well-being and happiness always comes first to him. and that's precisely why he wants to be sure that he doesn't betray the trust that leon is putting in him.
there may be passion, there may be something on a commanding nature as stahn tries his best to be "in charge," but in the end, he still loves leon the most and everything he's doing right now is for leon's happiness. ...and that's why he doesn't rush.
his kisses are slow and deliberate, tracing back to leon's mouth. one hand threads leon's hair, tugging a little harder than normal but hardly in any way that could hurt him. and once his lips reach leon's mouth and he can find the taste of his tongue, the fingers from his other hand trace leon lightly, as if they're studying any memorizing his every curvature before they finally wrap around into a light grip—the amount of friction is bare and teasing, yet still somehow considerate and deliberate. he wants leon to feel good, and he wants to be the sole reason for it.
but he doesn't want leon to feel like he's leaving his trust in a dangerous place.]