Leon manages to restrain himself a moment later, at least; he didn't miss the way that Stahn almost gagged (it'd be hard to miss with Stahn's mouth positioned as it is), though it's taking all of his focus and concentration to keep his hips still, and occasionally they still jerk forward in the most of microscopic of movements before he manages to restrain himself again, gritting his teeth.
Because for Leon, this is something beyond overwhelming.
Even with Stahn constantly trying to treat him well and love him, it's still new to Leon--the concept of someone focused entirely on Leon's pleasure, on making sure that he's enjoying himself for no other reason...
It's amazing.
It's amazing and strange, and Leon's been reduced to quiet noises and groans with each shift of Stahn's head and movement of his tongue, breathing desperately in between each noise. He can't catch his breath, and he can't stop himself from making these noises, and he can't bring himself to even look at Stahn, because his head is turned to the side, half of his face pressed against the mattress as he shudders with each new sensation and touch.
His eyes are shut tightly, brow furrowed and hair a sweaty mess, lips slightly parted for his ragged breathing and small shuddering noises, but there's no denying that the expression on his face even so is one of clear pleasure and enjoyment, overwhelmingly so.
There's really no doubt that Leon's feeling just fine.
There's also no doubt that it's starting to really get to him. Between how attractive Stahn had been beneath him earlier that moment, something that had absolutely gotten to him, to all of this... he can feel the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach, overwhelming and intense.
So even as one hand grasps in the blankets, he reaches with his other to bury it in Stahn's hair, aimless but intensely needing that touch and connection, and when he speaks, it's in an even more strained tone, almost barely audible.]
Stahn... Stahn, I--
[What he'd say, it's really hard to say, because instead it shifts into a wordless groan, and there's no doubt he's fast approaching the edge of his self-control and his body's limits.]
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Leon manages to restrain himself a moment later, at least; he didn't miss the way that Stahn almost gagged (it'd be hard to miss with Stahn's mouth positioned as it is), though it's taking all of his focus and concentration to keep his hips still, and occasionally they still jerk forward in the most of microscopic of movements before he manages to restrain himself again, gritting his teeth.
Because for Leon, this is something beyond overwhelming.
Even with Stahn constantly trying to treat him well and love him, it's still new to Leon--the concept of someone focused entirely on Leon's pleasure, on making sure that he's enjoying himself for no other reason...
It's amazing.
It's amazing and strange, and Leon's been reduced to quiet noises and groans with each shift of Stahn's head and movement of his tongue, breathing desperately in between each noise. He can't catch his breath, and he can't stop himself from making these noises, and he can't bring himself to even look at Stahn, because his head is turned to the side, half of his face pressed against the mattress as he shudders with each new sensation and touch.
His eyes are shut tightly, brow furrowed and hair a sweaty mess, lips slightly parted for his ragged breathing and small shuddering noises, but there's no denying that the expression on his face even so is one of clear pleasure and enjoyment, overwhelmingly so.
There's really no doubt that Leon's feeling just fine.
There's also no doubt that it's starting to really get to him. Between how attractive Stahn had been beneath him earlier that moment, something that had absolutely gotten to him, to all of this... he can feel the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach, overwhelming and intense.
So even as one hand grasps in the blankets, he reaches with his other to bury it in Stahn's hair, aimless but intensely needing that touch and connection, and when he speaks, it's in an even more strained tone, almost barely audible.]
Stahn... Stahn, I--
[What he'd say, it's really hard to say, because instead it shifts into a wordless groan, and there's no doubt he's fast approaching the edge of his self-control and his body's limits.]