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realpolitik2015-10-16 11:13 am
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Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron | 071
[this is a catch-all for boyfriends
here's a list
- ice cream ✓
- seasickness
- stahn sacrifice ✓
- reunion: judas ✓
- taming stahn's hair ✓
- piggyback rides ✓
- just imagine
- family dinner
- why is there pow hammer
- possessive leon
- apologies
- post-barbatos afterlife meeting
- AND MORE]
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Namely by how as Stahn pulls them to a laying position on the bed, Leon ends up shifting naturally along with it, trying to make the movement not too startling or too much--
But because of that, he ends up basically grinding his hips against Stahn's.
It's done lightly at first, an entirely accidental movement of hips against hips, but the jolt of pleasure it sends right down Leon's spine gets him to react automatically, even before his brain can entirely catch up.
He rolls his hips forward again, pressing them against Stahn's and searching out more of that sensation, breathing catching and shuddering, a low groan escaping him as he does.
There's a small portion of his brain still working--it acknowledges that Stahn wants and needs his pants pulled off the remainder of the way. But he fumbles as he tries to do so, uncharacteristically, because it's so much--so much intensity, so much more sensation and feeling than Leon had ever really thought could be, and seeing Stahn disheveled and naked beneath him is simply the metaphorical icing on the cake.
Leon's body knows what it wants if nothing else, and it's Stahn--moreso even than he was ever prepared for, more than he ever acknowledged.
It'll take a moment for his brain to boot back up to be sure.]
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there was literally no way for stahn to be prepared for any of that.
the weight and the friction without any movement had been intense enough as it was. but then leon rolls his hips, and rolls them again and stahn feels completely blindsided by the intensity of the pleasure. he hisses out a breath that's accompanied by a groan all his own, and almost instinctively, it seems as if his body knows to comply.
the thought of removing the rest of his pants is a bit lost, even as leon seems to fumble to do so (does stahn even notice? he doesn't seem to), and the hand that's on his back tenses until his fingers seem to dig into the skin a bit. it's intense, sending shivers directly through stahn in the best way possible. of course, along with this is the fact that trying to figure out what comes next also seems lost on him. leon's taken the lead in a way that stahn didn't expect, and his own body is reacting accordingly in some sort of synchronization; his hips lift, his knees pull up until his feet can be more grounded in the mattress, and then his hips roll with a little more force, pressing hard against leon's body.
his kisses a little sloppier this way, and it seems like they've looped back around into being a little more thoughtless in their actions—but how can stahn think when everything feels so good? he's never once wavered in wanting every last bit of leon, and now that it's here, it's nearly impossible for him to hold back at all. does he even need to use his head right now? his other hand starts to slip away from trying to guide leon's, though where he's going with it, even stahn himself isn't sure—at this point, he's just going to do whatever feels good.
(though at this point, everything feels good, because the person on top of him is leon, the one he wants most in this world in every sense of the word.)]
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Leon does manage to mostly finagle Stahn's pants off, but they're still not off all the way--he doesn't manage that before Stahn's shifting to press against him with more force in turn, and then all thoughts of pants and removing them are completely gone from Leon's brain.
Everything is. Everything but Stahn underneath him, Stahn pressing up against him, Stahn sending waves of pleasure coursing through him with every movement of his body, and all Leon can do is try to meet him, try to embrace it and enjoy it.
For once in his life, he's not thinking about anything beyond his own enjoyment, and Stahn's as well--no thoughts of duty, or concerns about what he should be doing, or thoughts on anything but Stahn, and Stahn's body, and the slightly awkward way they fit together until Leon manages to shift again, trying to find some sort of rhythm that is less jilting and awkward.
His success is a bit up in the air, but he's trying, at least--as much as he can with how little he has left in the way of mental processes.
He barely feels Stahn's hand at his back, and between the kisses as the friction, Leon's really not sure what to do with his own hands either, not now that they're lying down. He plants one on the bed next to Stahn's head, steadying himself a little, but the other...he's not really sure. He doesn't have a lot in the way of guidance here, and Stahn seems equally uncertain, and it's really hard to think when Stahn's body is moving that way beneath him--so ultimately he just buries those fingers into Stahn's hair, tilting his head a little more to allow Leon to press his lips to Stahn's neck, though it's a mix of shuddering, short breaths just as much as it is actually kisses at this point.]
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not that he's complaining.
not that he even could complain.
but he feels like maybe he should be doing more. when the kisses are being pressed to his neck, it leaves stahn with little more to do than keeping up a rhythm with the movement of his hips and the way he's pressing himself against leon with such deliberate intent. he isn't thinking of much at all... just that there need to be something more to go along with this. but stahn can't think at all like this, so all he can do is what his body seems to want.
and what his body wants is more of leon's body.
so with one hand on leon's back, edging downwards past the small of his back and over leon's bottom, the other... well, the other is going elsewhere. it's a surprising careful motion, the way stahn juts his hips a little, but still shifts to allow space before his hand grasps them both, his touch gentle but firm, and yet also cautious and tentative. for himself, it immediately intensifies the senstations felt, but he doesn't do anything else, breathing out shakily and waiting for some kind of sign of approval from leon.]
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And then Stahn takes things to the next level and proves Leon's poor imagination wrong.
When Stahn's hand enters the mix, Leon stills, breathing in sharply against Stahn's neck. For Stahn, it intensifies the sensations felt, and that is completely and totally true of Leon as well. But even more than that, Leon's distinctly aware that it's Stahn's hand that's holding him like this, and it's Stahn's other hand moving lower along his back as well, and it's so intensely intimate that for a moment, despite everything, despite their positions...
It's this that gets Leon's face to burn a little, even as he buries it against the crook of Stahn's neck, and he knows it's ridiculous to be embarrassed by this of all things, but he is. On the other hand... he also has no willpower, so shallowly, despite his embarrassment and the way he hides his face, he begins to move again, at first shallowly thrusting his hips almost cautiously into Stahn's touch and against Stahn further, breathing out a rasping breath that's more a soft noise of pleasure than anything.
It's a Lot, and he wasn't entirely prepared, but he doesn't want it to stop either, that's for sure.]
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he shudders a breath out when he feels that thrust of leon's hips; doing so while they're both in his hand and he can feel the heat of their bodies mingling against his skin almost makes it hard for him to contain himself. for a moment, he holds his breath, but when he exhales, there's a very audible groan of pleasure—maybe it's not so surprising that in the heat of the moment, stahn would be the louder of the two.
he won't let leon do all the work though. even as he rolls his hips against stahn's hand, he takes it as a welcoming sign and his grip tightens slightly before he slowly starts to make a vague stroking motion. his other hand is gripping at the backside flesh. it's likely that leon can feel the dampening of stahn's skin—the intensity of everything that's happening is just heating his already, naturally warm body to new levels.
stahn can barely breathe, he can't think at all, but yet when the next groan escapes his throat, it has a single word rasped out with the very same tone.]
Emilio... [it a groan of his true name, entirely with a sound of intimacy, of ecstasy that is buried deep within it. it's throaty and comes with absolutely no thought at all; even what he manages to say right now is pure instinct and desire.]
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Stahn's the louder of the two of them, because Stahn's always been the louder of the two of them, but Leon's quickly losing the battle to stay quiet as well, sharp breaths turning into quiet, pleased noises with each shift of his hips.
There's the thought that he should be doing more for Stahn as well--that he wants to be more for Stahn, that he wants Stahn to be enjoying himself as well, and even if he is (and it's pretty clear he is, from the way he's groaning to the way Leon can feel his hair growing damp with sweat from their efforts), Leon still wants there to be more.
There's not a lot he can do in this position, not that immediately crosses his mind, and especially not as the majority of his brain power and physical efforts are taken up by their current rhythm--but even so, he's able to dip his head just that little bit lower, moving his somewhat uncoordinated and sloppy kisses from the crook of Stahn's neck down to his shoulder, and then his upper chest--
Which is as far as he gets when Stahn manages to groan his name in that tone of voice, and it's not Leon, it's Emilio, which is a name that means a lot for Leon to hear even at a normal time. But hearing that name in that tone of voice is obscene, and Leon wasn't prepared; his entire body shudders at that, and for a moment he forgets how to breathe, face pressed into Stahn's chest as if to muffle the very audible groan that he's not able to muffle at all. Between the foreplay, the energetic exploration of each other's bodies like this and the constant friction Stahn's provided, Leon really never stood a chance, not when these sensations are all entirely new.
Especially when Stahn's saying his real name in a tone of voice so intimate, so raw and carnal, and something about it tugs at Leon's heart even more than his physical body, knowing that when Stahn's following his instincts, and not thinking at all, when he's embracing Leon and all that he is--it's that name that escapes him.]
Sta--
[But really, Leon doesn't even manage all of Stahn's name in return; he manages to breathe out the start of it before it just melds into a wordless groan even as he inevitably loses it, body trembling and face still very much hidden and buried against Stahn's chest. That was a lot in very quick succession, and he is very much overwhelmed.]
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his hand moves in rhythm (or it tries to, but stahn himself is having a hard time staying coordinated when he feels like this) with their motions. but there's definitely no brainpower here, it's all instinct and trying to move with his desire while making leon feel as good as he does.
he can feel the warmth and the tension quickly coiling, though he doesn't consider much of the implications here at all. he's just moving in rhythm, neck craning at where leon is kissing until suddenly he's not. it's so sudden, really, how he hears leon start to say his name before his body shudders and trembles in succession. his own hand is still moving without much aim or aggression, just working with rhythm.
—but then he feels it on his fingers, the warmth and the wetness, and the realization hits him hard and fast. the innate knowing he succeeded, that he was able to bring leon to some kind of climax despite having no idea what he was doing—well, that's overwhelming for stahn too. the sensations had already been quite a lot, and trying to maintain his own composure proves to be too much with the newly added lubrication.
so his whole body tenses in that moment, toes curling into the mattress as he chokes out another guttural groan. after a few seconds, his body untenses and he heaves a few heavy, labored breaths. truthfully, he's the messier one here and now, and they're both likely going to need to bathe once they've recovered. but recovered, stahn certainly isn't, if the way his hand lingers between them for a few moments before he lets go and goes a bit limp is any indication.]
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Stahn, in the heat of the moment, entirely unaware of what he'd been saying and working off of nothing but instinct, had called him Emilio. Of all of the names, of all of the things he could have said or did in that moment--
He'd called Leon by the name he'd given to Stahn to safeguard and keep, and there's something warming about how important Stahn must think of that name. He'd really like nothing more than to--well, curl a little closer to Stahn, and share his appreciation in some way, still fuzzily content as he's feeling, but Leon's a bit too fastidious for that even in moments like this, and they're both a little sticky and gross. So instead he rolls off of Stahn in a rather inelegant movement for Leon, though he still sticks rather close, tucking himself into Stahn's side instead, head slightly tucked away so his messy and sweaty bangs hide it from view and resting there for a moment.
That seems to be all he's capable of at the moment, though.
There will be a lot to think about after the fact, but right now? All Leon can feel is warm, and loved, and satisfied, because honestly, this has been a really long time in coming, and they've waited so long for it, and even with how it went, Leon's nothing but content right now.]
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somehow, it's like he and leon and completely entwined this way—it has its own strange meaning to it despite also being disgusting enough to warrant a bath for sure, because he knows that he can't go to sleep this way.
despite the state of mind, he finds himself smiling as he catches his breath—and not because of what happened. it's because leon still says so close to him. it's because he trusted stahn enough to be so intimate. because he didn't hesitate even once, and he didn't balk at the fact that stahn fumbled on more than one occasion just trying to please him.]
...Are you okay? [he'll break the silence once he's regained enough of his composure to do so, but he has to ask. things escalated quickly, and he hardly had time to make sure he was okay in any sort of coherent state throughout that. even to the end, stahn had been experimenting and pushing limits until things came to pretty quick finish.
he can assume that leon is okay with things as they were because he remains close, but he still wants to make sure in words. it's not the only gesture though, of course, because the hand that isn't wet and sticky is brushing leon's hair a bit with his fingers—not forcing him to look up or anything like that, but idly straightening the damp, disheveled strands.]
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After all they just went through, after everything they did together, Stahn wants to know...if he's okay? Of course he is. He's more than okay, really--he can't remember the last time he felt this plainly satisfied, and the lingering euphoric haze shows no signs of dissipating. Doing something like this... something that he purely and simply enjoyed with Stahn, someone he truly and completely loves--
It's new.
It's new and it's wonderful, and Leon sorts gently under his breath at the question and shifts just enough to look up at Stahn through that somewhat tidied hair. Now that the sweat is drying in the cooler air, he's aware that he's a little chilly, naked as he is--so even as he does answer, he's tucking himself closer to Stahn the personal space heater.]
...Naturally. [Bravado!!! How...Leon-esque. He clears his throat.] There was...nothing unenjoyable about that situation.
[That's the most stilted way to say he enjoyed himself ever, but there you have it. He enjoyed himself.
He is still peering up at Stahn though, as if waiting for Stahn's verdict too--he's just trying to not look too interested or too anxious about it. But it really does matter to him, no matter what he says or how he acts.]
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[there's an honest sense of relief that makes stahn breath a bit easier, especially as he feels leon tucking himself closer. even with his body not longer as hot or worked up, he's still incredibly warm; his fire is a little too natural in that way sometimes.
he looks at leon with a warm, almost goofy smile from his euphoria. really, he wants to lean down and kiss the top of leon's head, but he's struggling to find a way to do that without moving too much; he definitely doesn't want to make a mess of the sheets. they're already kind of sweaty (especially given how stahn's body temperature is; his hair is sticking to literally every piece of skin it comes in contact with), so making it worse is probably a bad idea.
fortunately enough for leon though, stahn has no qualms saying what's on his mind too.]
It felt... really good for me too. [not that his cheeks won't visibly flush from the sheepish feeling that comes with admitting that. they've done something so intimate, but even though he has no qualms saying it to express it for leon's sake...
well, it's still strange.] Really, really good.
[better than he could have ever expected, so much so that he's still a bit overwhelmed by how strongly he feels about it.]
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Even if there's a part of him that does want to get cleaned up, even if he's not quite as much of a mess as poor Stahn is. He just isn't fond of not being clean.
For now, though, that problem is put away, because...well, Stahn's talking, so Leon lifts his head slightly to look at him instead, and the way he speaks about it is so goofy, which means it's utterly ridiculous that it sends a flush of warmth through him, that same warmth coiling a bit in his stomach.
He's sincerely glad, though, he knows that much. That Stahn enjoyed himself as much as Leon did, that it was as pleasurable for him... that's important. It's very important, so Leon won't even prevaricate much. Instead, he just sighs and rests his head back on Stahn's shoulder.]
...Good.
[That's what really matters, and...that's all he really wanted out of this. The fact that it was that good for the both of them--doesn't that mean that even if they didn't really know what they were doing, it was a success? And that just makes him even more pleased. But he's satisfied with all of that, which means that he falls silent again after that little bit, basking in the warm feelings still lingering.]
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those words still sit somewhere on his tongue, but now more than ever, stahn knows they don't need to say them. he loves leon, he loves leon more than he ever thought he could love another person. that's why he knows he doesn't need technicalities like marriage or verbal expressions to display that. this... this is love the way it's meant to be, he's sure. when he dreamt of settling down one day...
this was the goal, wasn't it? with someone he loves purely and completely, and with someone who loves him with just the same sentiment. leon... leon is absolutely that person. there's never really been a question in his mind about that, but there's no way to deny it.
true love is the sort of thing people tell stories about, but stahn has never been so sure in his life that those stories were based on what he feels right now. it's so warm, and it makes his heart race in a different way than when they'd been in the thickest of heat. he's content to stay this way for a bit, but... well, not too long.
he may not be the sort of stickler for cleanliness that leon is, but what was warm and sticky has now been exposed to the air too long and it's just getting... well, more disgusting. so after a moment, he'll break the silence with what needs to be said.]
I want to stay like this, but... [and he sincerely does, because he loves when leon is close to him.] I think this really needs to be cleaned up now.
[he's pretty sure he doesn't have to say what "this" is.]
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It's a bit like waking up in a way, with how oddly warm and content (and cuddly, though he'll never admit it) he felt. It was something strange and different, but...well, it fit the situation if nothing else, since the situation is also strange and different.
But it's time to come back to reality, and he can accept that much. Seated upright as he is, he sweeps his eyes over Stahn, prone on the bed (eyes lingering despite himself on occasion, because they were in far too much of a rush before for him to get a good, proper eyeful, and it's a pretty picture to see Stahn sprawled out like this, even despite both their state of general disarray), before he nods quietly to himself. Stahn got the worst of it, what with him being on the bottom and helpfully lending his hand to their righteous cause of getting each other off, so it's only natural that--]
You may go first.
[Look at how generous he's being--he'll let Stahn clean himself up first in the bathroom.
(Clearly, going together at the same time has just not crossed his mind at all.)]
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but also because leon is making a suggestion that while a natural one, is not really satisfactory.]
Mm... [he hums, but he doesn't seem very quest to actually move. his brows furrow and for a moment, he looks pretty concentrated, like he's using all the brain power he has left to figure out what he wants right now. he's honestly concentrated enough that he misses the way leon checks him out—something he'd honestly be sad to know he missed (while also embarrassed; is that something even worth looking at? he isn't sure).]
No... [he's not accepting going first.] You should come with me.
[it's a bold statement... but stahn isn't really one to shy away from what he wants. and what he wants right now is to be close to leon. he doesn't want to be apart for even a second after that, because he's afraid that euphoric feeling my fade too soon otherwise. for the first time since this relationship started, he's telling leon exactly what he wants despite it being something that pushes boundaries; for the first time, he's being that selfish and not hesitating in fear of leon balking and rejecting him. he has no idea if that's a good move to make but...
leon said he doesn't always have to hold back... he's hoping that means at times like this, that holds true.]
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It certainly is a bold statement, and despite himself, Leon's eyebrows crawl up towards his hairline. He had told Stahn to stop holding back, it was true--but in a lot of ways, it's still surprising for him to hear it coming from Stahn.
He likes it though.
Because... for all that Leon's adjusting to this "being in a relationship" thing, as much as he adjusts to affection and care, there are still a lot of times when he wants that sort of thing and doesn't know what Stahn would like or even how to ask for it. So Stahn stating flat out what he wants legitimately makes it so much simpler.
Besides, it really is logical. They can both get clean this way, so Leon doesn't really hesitate to dip his head in a nod. He may have been embarrassed by the thought before, but after all that? Being naked together in the bath really doesn't seem like a big deal.
Instead, he shifts to get off the bed, stretching as he goes with a brief sigh as some muscles that he's not used to using protest.]
Fine then. I'll go draw the bath.
[Wow, that was easy!
Since there is no way in hell he's calling any of the staff in here, and Stahn's still a disgusting mess--so instead Leon's just going to wander his way over to the bathroom entirely naked. It's fine.]
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for a moment, stahn is going to remain where he is, for two reasons.
the first is that he's a bit dumbfounded by how easy that was. leon was always so prone to putting up a fuss about things that he didn't expect no argument at all. it's... surprising, in the best possible way.
the second reason is that...well, why would he get up yet? why would he do that when he can watch leon walk towards the bathroom? he's completely bare and it's... a sight. there's something different about seeing leon's back getting further away when it's like this.
he needs a second to catch his breath before he finally pushes himself carefully off the bed. his knees still feel a bit weak from everything that happened, but he presses forward, making his way into the bathroom. before anything else, he's still rinsing away the worst of the mess so they're not bathing in... themselves...
but once he's done that, stahn will encroach on leon's space a bit, leaning over to hug him from behind while they wait for the bath to fill.]
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There's everything to feel instead.
He doesn't tense, but his breath does shudder as he breathes out a slow, long breath. Having Stahn pressed against him like this after everything they just did...it's just another warm step in their relationship, so gentle and warm. It keeps him physically warm as well, because now that he's up and about, it's definitely a bit chilly to even as the sweat dries for Leon.
But Stahn, as ever, keeps him warm.
And that's more than enough.
After a brief pause, Leon gently reaches a hand up to rest it lightly on Stahn's arm. He'll accept that warmth, he'll accept that grasp, and he'll just gently lean into it, sighing softly as the bath fills.
This...is fine.]
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he doesn't feel exposed so much as he feels completely comfortable in ways he never expected to be able to. it's different than the kind of horsing around at the hotsprings, with towel-pulling and guys just being guys with no real care for the exposure; this is intimate and full of love. it's knowing that from the way leon leans into him and touches his arm that he's completely comfortable and not just trying to appease stahn. it's the knowing that they've opened up doors tonight that won't be closed again.
it's the knowing that as much as he's known for a while that he loves leon, and that leon loves him, they took a step forward that there won't be any turning back from—not that he'd even want to, of course.]
You know... [he speaks softly, hugging a big closer and resting his cheek against leon's head.] I'm really happy this way.
[even though that much is probably obvious, he still wants to say it. he still wants leon to know how far his happiness runs right now.]
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Not like the sort of tension that they've been suffering from lately. He hadn't realized how long it had been there, lingering, until finally it's gone, and it's like he can breathe again.
He's content with it, now. He's pleased that finally, they did what needed to be done.
So Leon sighs softly and leans up, shifting just enough to press his lips to Stahn's jaw before he properly pulls away finally to turn off the water.
It seems good now, and honestly, as comfortable as that position was, Leon wants to be clean.
But he'll let stahn go first, arching an eyebrow at him and nodding towards the water.]
I'm content with this as well, but I would be more so if we were clean.
[Leon will be Leon after all.]
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so even as he steps into the comfortable warmth of the bathtub, he's not actually letting go completely. his hand will trace leon's arm as he passes, lightly holding onto his hand even as he sits in the tub. stahn shifts his position slightly, sitting with his legs apart and knees pulls up; it exposes them, but it also gives leon room to sit in the tub in a position where stahn can stay as close to him as possible.
it wouldn't be the first time stahn's taken a bath with someone else; he and lilith used to when they were very little, and he'd do the same with thomas at a young age—but this is decidedly different. even if the actions of getting clean and helping to watch the other other are more or less the same as bathing tends to go... this is warmer, more adult, and more intimate. there's nothing inherently sexual about it since that tension has finally escaped them, but there isn't any denying the fact that there are certain sentiments that linger.]
Mm... we'll get cleaned up and then we can get in bed afterwards. [but they'll probably linger here for a bit, stahn doesn't really have any intention of making this a strictly functional bath. the more time he has to be close to leon? the better, absolutely.]
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And even if a lot of that sexual tension has dissipated, Leon still can't help the way that he swallows when Stahn spreads his legs and creates that space for Leon--it's still an opportunity for Leon to finally really get to see all of Stahn, and...
Well, he's a healthy teenage boy. He likes what he sees, and every time he gets a good eyeful, he's reminded all over again. Stahn's an incredibly handsome person, but the fact that Leon loves him so much means that it just has even more of an impact on him. But he doesn't linger there for too long; he catches himself doing it, and shifts instead to get into the bath as well, taking a seat and shifting into that spot Stahn made for him, slowly and tentatively leaning against Stahn's chest.
It's...pleasant, though, very pleasant, between the warm water and Stahn sitting behind him, though Leon's still not entirely relaxed; it's hard, when this is something completely and totally new. But he's trying to roll with it.]
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which is by no means a bad thing, but being so exposed in this way where leon can really see all of him is a little embarrassing, which is just why stahn averts his gaze and dips his head slightly to try and mask the way his cheeks are flushing. it's obvious that leon doesn't disapprove, and maybe he should embrace that part.
not that there's really much time to think about it.
it's only seconds before leon is making use of the space made for him; he feels the rise of the water and the way leon leans against him a bit, and he can only initially be relieved that leon doesn't have to see his embarrassed expression for the moment.
but he'll ease into things, able to sense the leon is a bit tense and unsure. slowly, he wraps his warms around leon's torso, hugging him gently. he'll shift lightly to rest his head against leon's.]
You can tell me if you're uncomfortable. [because he can tell leon isn't quite relaxed, and he wants that to not be the case—he wants it to be enjoyable and relaxing for them both.]
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Instead, he just focuses on trying to relax in the bath. It's strange that this is what makes him tense of all of the things they've just done, but on the other hand...this is the sort of intimacy that he can't fake or pretend. As soon as they got in deep before, their bodies took over for them, but here? He's got no guide, and he's not really sure what he's doing here.
But Stahn gently wraps his arms around him, and when Leon rests back against him he can hear his heartbeat, slow and steady, and even though this is the first time in Leon's entire life that he's ever been so gently intimate with someone in such a loving way... it still settles him a little to be so close to Stahn, as it always does. That's come to symbolize safety and warmth for him in so many ways, after all.
Slowly, by small degrees, he begins to relax a little more. Besides...the water is nice.]
It...isn't that.
[He is uncomfortable, a little bit, but it's not Stahn's fault. This is just...entirely new to him.]
I'm fine. [A slow breath in, and he slowly lets his shoulders slump back against Stahn more.] ... This is fine.
[And...it really is, isn't it? When he lets himself relax and just enjoy it...it really is nice.]
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