[They both definitely weren't prepared for this. Leon will realize in a moment--at first, he's slumped and exhausted in the best of ways, body utterly blissed out. He doesn't even bother to lift his head for a long moment, just taking the moment to breathe and enjoy the way that everything feels, perfect and sublimely content in this moment--
But he does lift his head eventually, if to look at Stahn and see how he's doing, and that's when he sees the mess that was made, both from Leon and Stahn, and for a moment, all he can think is that it's really......... well, it's really, really hot.
That's a disgusting thought, he can't help but think. They're gross. It shouldn't be attractive in the least.
(But when he sees it, he thinks of Stahn, and the way Stahn had looked, eager and willing as he dipped his head between Leon's thighs, and then he has to breathe out shakily.)
Either way, Stahn sort of cleans things up a little, and then he's flopped on top of Leon, and there's a bit of a mess between them now, but Leon doesn't entirely care either. He's too content in this moment, too pleased to have Stahn there, and slowly he lifts a limp hand to start to vaguely run his fingers through Stahn's hair.
Maybe... just maybe, he's starting to see what Stahn was miffed about with him leaving so quickly. Right now, he wants nothing more than to just rest like this, Stahn pressed up against him--honestly, he wishes Stahn was closer than just on his stomach, but he's far too weak-limbed to move right now, and he has no intentions of disturbing the warm glow between the two of them by opening his mouth.
Instead... he just rests there, more relaxed than he typically ever is, almost entirely boneless and limp and satisfied, even as he gently runs his fingers through those strands of hair, tidying it almost on automatic.
That...was definitely something good. It was something very, very good, and Leon's pretty sure he wouldn't mind spending a few more of their mornings just like that.]
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But he does lift his head eventually, if to look at Stahn and see how he's doing, and that's when he sees the mess that was made, both from Leon and Stahn, and for a moment, all he can think is that it's really......... well, it's really, really hot.
That's a disgusting thought, he can't help but think. They're gross. It shouldn't be attractive in the least.
(But when he sees it, he thinks of Stahn, and the way Stahn had looked, eager and willing as he dipped his head between Leon's thighs, and then he has to breathe out shakily.)
Either way, Stahn sort of cleans things up a little, and then he's flopped on top of Leon, and there's a bit of a mess between them now, but Leon doesn't entirely care either. He's too content in this moment, too pleased to have Stahn there, and slowly he lifts a limp hand to start to vaguely run his fingers through Stahn's hair.
Maybe... just maybe, he's starting to see what Stahn was miffed about with him leaving so quickly. Right now, he wants nothing more than to just rest like this, Stahn pressed up against him--honestly, he wishes Stahn was closer than just on his stomach, but he's far too weak-limbed to move right now, and he has no intentions of disturbing the warm glow between the two of them by opening his mouth.
Instead... he just rests there, more relaxed than he typically ever is, almost entirely boneless and limp and satisfied, even as he gently runs his fingers through those strands of hair, tidying it almost on automatic.
That...was definitely something good. It was something very, very good, and Leon's pretty sure he wouldn't mind spending a few more of their mornings just like that.]