[the groaning undoubtedly helps—it's the positive reinforcement that stahn is seeking. it contrasts leon's halfhearted demands...
not that it really matters, because stahn isn't actually stopping or changing his course at all. the ultimate goal is still to make leon feel so good that he can't even string a sentence together, and stahn is going to keep working towards that. the shudders, the groans, the way he moves is all a start, but just as leon wants more? so does stahn.
so he keeps his pace steady, continuing to draw it out. but stahn will go back to the course he'd been on before he stopped at leon's chest. wet kisses, some leaving marks that trail down his neck and chest... but he doesn't stop there. he keeps working downwards, slow but deliberate, skirting the line of gentle and aggressive as he goes.
he kisses straight down the line of leon's abdomen, around his belly button... and he doesn't stop there either. his mouth is memorizing leon's body, exploring this way rather than with his hands. he traces the would-be happy trail before dancing back and forth between his hip bones, careful in his kisses to work them between the thrusts to not get hit.
(which doesn't really work and he'll probably have a bit of a fat lip later, but nothing is bleeding and stahn refuses to stop.)
it's only when he feels his knuckle touching his own cheek that he pauses.
he wonders...
could he keep going? should he? he's already explored this much with his lips—would that be okay? he has no idea if that would feel good for leon, and his eyes looks up at leon's face to study them as he keeps kissing the sensitive skin of his lower torso.
it's appealing. he wants to. he'll memorize leon's whole body with his mouth if that's that it takes... besides.
it's exciting, isn't it? it seems like it would feel good, and the thought briefly crossing his mind of leon doing the same for him is enough to cause him to emit a shuddering breath of his own.]
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not that it really matters, because stahn isn't actually stopping or changing his course at all. the ultimate goal is still to make leon feel so good that he can't even string a sentence together, and stahn is going to keep working towards that. the shudders, the groans, the way he moves is all a start, but just as leon wants more? so does stahn.
so he keeps his pace steady, continuing to draw it out. but stahn will go back to the course he'd been on before he stopped at leon's chest. wet kisses, some leaving marks that trail down his neck and chest... but he doesn't stop there. he keeps working downwards, slow but deliberate, skirting the line of gentle and aggressive as he goes.
he kisses straight down the line of leon's abdomen, around his belly button... and he doesn't stop there either. his mouth is memorizing leon's body, exploring this way rather than with his hands. he traces the would-be happy trail before dancing back and forth between his hip bones, careful in his kisses to work them between the thrusts to not get hit.
(which doesn't really work and he'll probably have a bit of a fat lip later, but nothing is bleeding and stahn refuses to stop.)
it's only when he feels his knuckle touching his own cheek that he pauses.
he wonders...
could he keep going? should he? he's already explored this much with his lips—would that be okay? he has no idea if that would feel good for leon, and his eyes looks up at leon's face to study them as he keeps kissing the sensitive skin of his lower torso.
it's appealing. he wants to. he'll memorize leon's whole body with his mouth if that's that it takes... besides.
it's exciting, isn't it? it seems like it would feel good, and the thought briefly crossing his mind of leon doing the same for him is enough to cause him to emit a shuddering breath of his own.]