[minor snafu with gagging aside, this is going the best it possibly could, stahn thinks.
he's happy. he's happy knowing that something he did could give leon this much pleasure. his moans and groans, his ragged breathing and the movement of his hips—it's something stahn feels positive that only he could provide. nobody else could make leon feel that way, right? nobody else could touch him so intimately and drag out sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure from him. stahn is sure of that, because leon has always been so composed and serious.
this leon is not either of those things.
leon is groaning out his name in a way that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. it makes him so close to going over the edge himself, his hand stroking a little faster as he heaves out a breath through his nose.
for a moment, stahn has to come up for air, mouth slowly pulling away, though he hovers with ragged breaths and lets his hand keep moving. he needs a second, because it's just as overwhelming for him this way, and what makes it more intense is seeing the way leon looks. the pleasure in his expression, the way every part of him is glistening with sweat and how dishevled his hair is...
leon is beautiful and attractive in a way stahn has never seen before. the way he looks so pleased and excited, the pink in his cheeks from being overwhelmed, and even how he can't seem to open his eyes. add in the way leon still finds a way to bury a hand in his hair and he's just.... he's completely taken by the scene. for a minute, he almost forgets what he's doing because he can't believe how damn good leon looks.
and then it occurs to him it's because of what he's doing. it's because he could elicit this sort of response and that just seems to make stahn happier.]
I'm not done... [he huffs out, though this time it's a lot warmer and less demanding. he's going to finish leon off, whether it take a minute or an hour—he wants to bring leon to the top all on his own. and that's why after that moment passes, his mouth envelopes leon once again. rather than looking up at what leon is doing, he closes his eyes, focusing only on what he's doing. deliberate strokes, the bobbing of his head, tantalizing movements of his tongue and sucking earnestly. if it's been working all along, he may as well keep with the same pattern, though now it's with more focus and intensity than before.
if he's going to push leon over the edge, he's going to do it right, he's decided.]
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he's happy. he's happy knowing that something he did could give leon this much pleasure. his moans and groans, his ragged breathing and the movement of his hips—it's something stahn feels positive that only he could provide. nobody else could make leon feel that way, right? nobody else could touch him so intimately and drag out sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure from him. stahn is sure of that, because leon has always been so composed and serious.
this leon is not either of those things.
leon is groaning out his name in a way that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. it makes him so close to going over the edge himself, his hand stroking a little faster as he heaves out a breath through his nose.
for a moment, stahn has to come up for air, mouth slowly pulling away, though he hovers with ragged breaths and lets his hand keep moving. he needs a second, because it's just as overwhelming for him this way, and what makes it more intense is seeing the way leon looks. the pleasure in his expression, the way every part of him is glistening with sweat and how dishevled his hair is...
leon is beautiful and attractive in a way stahn has never seen before. the way he looks so pleased and excited, the pink in his cheeks from being overwhelmed, and even how he can't seem to open his eyes. add in the way leon still finds a way to bury a hand in his hair and he's just.... he's completely taken by the scene. for a minute, he almost forgets what he's doing because he can't believe how damn good leon looks.
and then it occurs to him it's because of what he's doing. it's because he could elicit this sort of response and that just seems to make stahn happier.]
I'm not done... [he huffs out, though this time it's a lot warmer and less demanding. he's going to finish leon off, whether it take a minute or an hour—he wants to bring leon to the top all on his own. and that's why after that moment passes, his mouth envelopes leon once again. rather than looking up at what leon is doing, he closes his eyes, focusing only on what he's doing. deliberate strokes, the bobbing of his head, tantalizing movements of his tongue and sucking earnestly. if it's been working all along, he may as well keep with the same pattern, though now it's with more focus and intensity than before.
if he's going to push leon over the edge, he's going to do it right, he's decided.]