[When Stahn pauses, Leon finally manages to open his eyes, if barely. His breathing is still uneven and ragged and shuddering, shifting from barely breathing at all to deep, gulping inhales from moment to moment, but at the very least, he manages to meet Stahn's gaze. Stahn's hand on him is still a lot, of course, and he's still very much prone, unable to do anything but open his eyes, unable to move at all beyond the slight shift of his hips.
He's close, and he can feel it, and all he wants is to embrace it and go over the edge, and feel that pleasure. He doesn't have any thought in his mind now beside that, and then...
Stahn gives it to him.
With a look like that--with clear happiness in his expression, Leon watches Stahn shift back down to place his mouth on him, and the sight is so obscene that for a moment, that's almost enough to push Leon over the edge as it is. He drags in a ragged breath, eyes fixated on the picture Stahn makes like that, almost in some sort of fascination--
And then Stahn's focused movements get Leon to drop his head back to the mattress again, choking out a groan. He wasn't expecting Stahn to be...well, so determined, but in the face of that determination and focus and pure intent to make Leon feel good, he never stood a chance. He opens his mouth to say something--maybe to warn Stahn, since it seems polite since he does have his mouth on him and all--but he doesn't quite manage it; all that escapes him is a rasping, soft groan, and it sounds like it could've been the beginning of Stahn's name, but it's hardly properly formed at all.
Because then his entire body is tensing, head pressed back firmly against the bed and back arching slightly as he goes over the edge, mind blank entirely from pure pleasure. He's trying still to not cause Stahn to gag, but he's hardly aware of his surroundings at all; his hips do press forward slightly when he arches his back, before he finally slumps back to the bed, tension draining from his body completely as he does, capable of little more than breathing raggedly and tiredly.
There's definitely no doubt that Stahn did it right, because Leon's very much not moving, overwhelmed by the sensations, and mind honestly somewhat blown.]
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He's close, and he can feel it, and all he wants is to embrace it and go over the edge, and feel that pleasure. He doesn't have any thought in his mind now beside that, and then...
Stahn gives it to him.
With a look like that--with clear happiness in his expression, Leon watches Stahn shift back down to place his mouth on him, and the sight is so obscene that for a moment, that's almost enough to push Leon over the edge as it is. He drags in a ragged breath, eyes fixated on the picture Stahn makes like that, almost in some sort of fascination--
And then Stahn's focused movements get Leon to drop his head back to the mattress again, choking out a groan. He wasn't expecting Stahn to be...well, so determined, but in the face of that determination and focus and pure intent to make Leon feel good, he never stood a chance. He opens his mouth to say something--maybe to warn Stahn, since it seems polite since he does have his mouth on him and all--but he doesn't quite manage it; all that escapes him is a rasping, soft groan, and it sounds like it could've been the beginning of Stahn's name, but it's hardly properly formed at all.
Because then his entire body is tensing, head pressed back firmly against the bed and back arching slightly as he goes over the edge, mind blank entirely from pure pleasure. He's trying still to not cause Stahn to gag, but he's hardly aware of his surroundings at all; his hips do press forward slightly when he arches his back, before he finally slumps back to the bed, tension draining from his body completely as he does, capable of little more than breathing raggedly and tiredly.
There's definitely no doubt that Stahn did it right, because Leon's very much not moving, overwhelmed by the sensations, and mind honestly somewhat blown.]