[there are two things, in the end, that stahn is not prepared for.
the first is the way leon rasps his name. it's so pleased and strained and so out of leon's normal composure that stahn almost feels like he could finish himself off from hearing it. he doesn't, of course, but his free hand is shifting to he can touch himself—it's honestly too much for stahn otherwise. he's too turned on by just the sound of leon's voice when he can taste everything on his tongue. of course, touching himself is a lot less focused than everything else.
especially because the second thing he wasn't prepared for his the way leon's hips jerk, forcing himself further into stahn's mouth. he almost gags from the sudden motion and where it hits, but he manages to hold himself back, drawing in a deep, shuddered breath.
what next...
what next?
well, that's kind of the part stahn is trying to figure out as he goes. his head moves a little, tongue rolling over the flesh as he lightly sucks. his other hand is still moving a bit, but stahn is clearly slow and tentative because he's not sure what he's doing. there's something almost instinctual that he seems to follow—his desire to make leon feel good, his want to hear him moan out his name... but all the same? he doesn't know if any of these actions are correct.
that's why he looks at leon again, even as he heaves ragged breaths through his nose, just to make sure he's still feeling okay with this.]
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the first is the way leon rasps his name. it's so pleased and strained and so out of leon's normal composure that stahn almost feels like he could finish himself off from hearing it. he doesn't, of course, but his free hand is shifting to he can touch himself—it's honestly too much for stahn otherwise. he's too turned on by just the sound of leon's voice when he can taste everything on his tongue. of course, touching himself is a lot less focused than everything else.
especially because the second thing he wasn't prepared for his the way leon's hips jerk, forcing himself further into stahn's mouth. he almost gags from the sudden motion and where it hits, but he manages to hold himself back, drawing in a deep, shuddered breath.
what next...
what next?
well, that's kind of the part stahn is trying to figure out as he goes. his head moves a little, tongue rolling over the flesh as he lightly sucks. his other hand is still moving a bit, but stahn is clearly slow and tentative because he's not sure what he's doing. there's something almost instinctual that he seems to follow—his desire to make leon feel good, his want to hear him moan out his name... but all the same? he doesn't know if any of these actions are correct.
that's why he looks at leon again, even as he heaves ragged breaths through his nose, just to make sure he's still feeling okay with this.]