[He's definitely being 100% Leon--just as Stahn is being 100% stahn. The added pressure is a momentary relief, because it doesn't take Leon long at all to realize that Stahn isn't going to increase his pace at all. That, combined with Stahn's lips at his neck, the feeling of him leaving that mark, leaves Leon groaning. It's both frustrated and pleased in equal measure, a louder sound and one he can't entire stifle despite his best intentions.
Leon's not a naturally loud person, so even then it's a relatively quiet noise, but the fact that it's audible can't be denied, and Leon's finding it hard to find it in himself to even care any longer.
He's sure at one point he cared if he was making noises, but now? Now there's just the grip of Stahn's hand and the feeling of Stahn's lips, and Leon's hips insistently press forward again and again, searching for that friction he needs.
It takes him a moment to find a response to Stahn in the scattered thoughts he's having; there's a very obvious lengthy pause before he's finally able to drag in a ragged breath and find the words.]
I-- [He shudders, unable to stop his body from reacting to all of Stahn's movements, but raggedly he continues to speak.
After all, he's Leon. He needs the last word--or he's trying very hard, at least.]
I'm...waiting.
[Honestly? These taunts have basically no bite or heat to them, because Leon is beyond overwhelmed by everything Stahn is doing.
But even so...he has to be Leon for as long as he's capable of forming words instead of noises.]
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Leon's not a naturally loud person, so even then it's a relatively quiet noise, but the fact that it's audible can't be denied, and Leon's finding it hard to find it in himself to even care any longer.
He's sure at one point he cared if he was making noises, but now? Now there's just the grip of Stahn's hand and the feeling of Stahn's lips, and Leon's hips insistently press forward again and again, searching for that friction he needs.
It takes him a moment to find a response to Stahn in the scattered thoughts he's having; there's a very obvious lengthy pause before he's finally able to drag in a ragged breath and find the words.]
I-- [He shudders, unable to stop his body from reacting to all of Stahn's movements, but raggedly he continues to speak.
After all, he's Leon. He needs the last word--or he's trying very hard, at least.]
I'm...waiting.
[Honestly? These taunts have basically no bite or heat to them, because Leon is beyond overwhelmed by everything Stahn is doing.
But even so...he has to be Leon for as long as he's capable of forming words instead of noises.]