[the answer he gets is more than he expects from leon, and that in itself makes the situation somehow warmer and more rewarding.
his words are hazy and warm, but they're honest. what's more honest, though, it leon's body. everything about what they did was so honest. it's something being burned so completely into stahn's memory, committing it there because not much else could seem as important than the way leon let go of all his inhibitions because of the things stahn was doing to him. and further, that honesty lingers in the form of his warmth now.
fingers stroking his hair, the sensation of leon's hand on his back; even though they're a sticky, sweaty mess, they can still lay together so intimately this way and stahn knows it's because leon is actually happy and satisfied with things. for stahn, it's the most he could ever really ask for—everything is so warm right now. he lets out a quiet, pleased hum before his head dips back down, turning to lightly press his lips to leon's chest.
it's a stark contrast from earlier, of course. this kiss is soft and chaste and signifies that he's happy and satisfied, rather than seeking something out of a desire.]
Good. If you felt good... if you feel good, then I'm happy. [stahn can be painfully honest about things too, of course.
he may be the one who is prone to that naturally, but it's still not always the easiest to say in such blunt terms out loud. but in the end, all stahn had wanted was for leon to feel good and pleasured, so if he succeeded, how could he be anything but happy?
stahn hadn't been sure if his idea would work, and it did. and that's why he'll admit—more sheepishly, and burying his face into his chest:] I'd do it again, if you wanted me to.
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his words are hazy and warm, but they're honest. what's more honest, though, it leon's body. everything about what they did was so honest. it's something being burned so completely into stahn's memory, committing it there because not much else could seem as important than the way leon let go of all his inhibitions because of the things stahn was doing to him. and further, that honesty lingers in the form of his warmth now.
fingers stroking his hair, the sensation of leon's hand on his back; even though they're a sticky, sweaty mess, they can still lay together so intimately this way and stahn knows it's because leon is actually happy and satisfied with things. for stahn, it's the most he could ever really ask for—everything is so warm right now. he lets out a quiet, pleased hum before his head dips back down, turning to lightly press his lips to leon's chest.
it's a stark contrast from earlier, of course. this kiss is soft and chaste and signifies that he's happy and satisfied, rather than seeking something out of a desire.]
Good. If you felt good... if you feel good, then I'm happy. [stahn can be painfully honest about things too, of course.
he may be the one who is prone to that naturally, but it's still not always the easiest to say in such blunt terms out loud. but in the end, all stahn had wanted was for leon to feel good and pleasured, so if he succeeded, how could he be anything but happy?
stahn hadn't been sure if his idea would work, and it did. and that's why he'll admit—more sheepishly, and burying his face into his chest:] I'd do it again, if you wanted me to.