realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

[...Alright, look, Leon was pretty sure there were only a small handful of answers to that question. He was pretty sure he knew exactly how Stahn was going to respond, except... he doesn't.

And it's...almost painfully endearing.

Stahn can't even now say that he's worth this, huh? He still can't say that he's the best thing to ever happen to Leon. He's too modest, and too incapable of something like that.

But... he can say that he doesn't want Leon to stop, and...well, Leon has no intentions of stopping. Stahn wasn't putting himself down, at least, so that's going to have to be good enough.

Especially because Leon's more than capable of saying what needs to be said for him.]

You are worth this.

[Saying something like that comes surprisingly easily--Leon supposes it's because talking about Stahn's worth? That's something he is very certain about.]

I am more than capable of determining worth. And yours has been clear from nearly the beginning.

[He gently, slightly increases the amount of pressure his leg applies with each statement, words still murmured right beneath Stahn's ear.]

I determine who deserves this myself.

[Leon gets to decide who is the best for himself, and who is worth this sort of attention, and he's decided long ago that it would be Stahn.]

And I've clearly made my choice.

[it's getting hard for stahn to even think when he's in a position like this—which isn't to say that he's not enjoying it but it's all... surprising. and overwhelming.

and exciting.

there's something that maks his heart race—not just because of the prssure he can feel from leon's leg.

but those words.

leon says he's worth this, that he's worth leon's time and space and love.

he does it so teasingly, murmuring the words in his ear in such a way that he almost feels like he's going to explode from that alone. he swallows thickly, and he can't help but to tug on leon's hair with his fingers.

it's all so enticing in ways that... well, that last night hadn't carried.]

Ah... mm... [it's some kind of choked out, vague agreement. it's stahn saying that he won't argue it, because he trusts leon's judgment. but all the same, as teased as he feels, he doesn't want to just lay there and take the teasing without a little bite.]

—Show me. [he breathes out the words, as if to say "show me your choice," even though it's obviously already made.

it's not really much of a tease at all in the end so much as it's an invitation.

he wants to see... he wants to see what that choice leads to and what happens when leon commands the situation.]

[...well then.

Leon wasn't expecting that, and for a moment he pulls away long enough to look surprised. He doesn't think Stahn's legitimately doubting him, which means...that Stahn's teasing him back--or, rather, Stahn's seeing if he's telling the truth.

Stahn's calling his bluff.

Thankfully, though, Leon's not bluffing.

His expression melds from surprise to certainty, and Leon hums almost thoughtfully under his breath, considering. He inspects Stahn from where he is, properly inspecting every last inch of him--the slightly disheveled look from sleep, the way that he's still shirtless, the look on his face--and then he leans in, pressing their lips together slowly and thoroughly.

And as he does, Leon's really not going to hesitate to act. Stahn's inviting him to do this. Stahn's basically asking him for it.

And in that case, Leon has no intentions of letting him down. He slides his hand rather promptly along Stahn's side and under the hem of his pants, trailing further down without hesitation, dragging his pants down a few inches along with the movement. At the same time, he increases the pressure his leg's applying, hitching it up further between Stahn's legs.

He's honestly still not entirely sure what he's doing, despite his best intentions. He wants to make Stahn feel good, because that's what Stahn had placed before him as a goal. Stahn told him to show him--show him that he's worth it, that what Leon said was true, and so Leon wants to. He wants to make it very clear to Stahn just how much what he's been saying is true.

So even if he has no idea what he's doing, he's not going to hold back, either. He'll just...have to try. Which is why already, his free hand trails gently down Stahn's chest between the both of their bodies, brushing down his stomach and towards his pants as well.

He'll show Stahn exactly what he means.]

[leon is incredibly forward.

stahn has always known leon to be the sort that pursues a challenge and doesn't back down from one, either. it wasn't really his intent to challenge leon, but still... he took it that way.

stahn isn't complaining, though. seeing leon look so determined makes his mouth go dry, because he's a step beyond attractive when he's like this—it's downright sexy, and that's not a term that really ever sat in stahn's vernacular before this very moment.

it's the look on his face, and it's the way he's kissing with purpose; stahn reciprocates almost automatically, but whereas the night before, when they'd fumbled together to try and find some middle ground, right now... stahn is letting leon lead completely. he wants it, he wants to see what leon will do now that the ball is in his court.

—and naturally, with how quickly leon seems to go right for tugging away at his pants, it's a good place. probably? stahn knows that his excitement is mounting, and when he feels leon's fingers treading that territory, his back arches a bit almost out of instinct. the smallest groan escapes his throat.

this...

this is leon trying to prove it.

this is leon trying to show that he really believes that stahn is worth it, and more worthwhile than the people of his own status. it's strange and endearing, exciting and invigorating and as much as stahn wants to start tugging at leon's clothes just to share the excitement, he waits, only returning those kisses and shifting so both his hands are threaded through leon's hair.]

[This is absolutely Leon trying to prove it, and Stahn allowing Leon to act without taking any major initiative on his own just convinces Leon completely that that's what this is. This is a challenge. Stahn told him to prove it, to show him what it is he means, and just how Stahn is worth it, and...well, even if Leon has no idea what he's doing entirely, he has at least a sense of how he can make Stahn feel good.

Especially when the night before is vivid in his mind.

So Leon tugs Stahn's pants down with the hand at Stahn's side, pulling at them bit by bit, trying to drag them down just far enough--but he's done hesitating otherwise. Because right now? Making Stahn feel good is his top priority, over anything else. And so his hand slides down the rest of the way, fingers trailing down the sensitive skin of Stahn's lower stomach, and he only hesitates for the briefest of moments before he's sliding his hand between Stahn's thighs.

For all of his intentions, Leon's touch is tentative at first; he's still almost curious, because he hasn't really gotten to explore Stahn's body in this way. It's new, and it's interesting, and while he has a distinct and certain goal, he's just slightly distracted by the opportunity to learn just that little bit more about Stahn and Stahn's body, and what makes Stahn tick.

He's not going to hesitate to keep up the kisses, though, either; the small noises that Stahn makes are more than enough to get Leon going as well, and he breathes out a shuddering breath even as he keeps the kisses the same as best he can, kissing Stahn deeply and thoroughly, but not otherwise particularly aggressively--right now, most of his attention is absolutely focused on below.]

[the roles are reversed now; though leon is still on top of him, he's completely taking control of the situation with less hesitation than what stahn had done the night before.

it's a convincing act, and if it weren't for the fact that stahn knows this is new to leon too, he'd be completely fooled by his forward confidence. his kisses are deep and warm and full of love...

and his hands are wandering and exploring, focused with the featherlight touch of slightly calloused, slender fingers. it sends a tingle through his body nearly the whole way, but once he feels that hand between his thighs—leon's hand feels slightly cooler than his skin, which adds a rush of excitement and the sensation of butterflies in his stomach. it's exciting in an entirely different way, because this time, it's leon touching him...

and he's learning very quickly that it's a completely different sensation than his own, familiar hand in the very same spot. this time, it's not a small sound. this time, it's a groan that vibrates directly into leon's mouth. the sensation is overwhelming enough that his mind goes completely blank.

this... feels good. it feels good to him, and whatever it is leon's doing, it causes his hips to jerk upwards a bit, encouraging, albeit in an unintentional way. he likes it—the things leon is doing, he wants more of it.]

[Everything Stahn does is encouragement for Leon int his moment. It's true that he doesn't really know what he's doing still, but if Stahn's reacting like this, it can't be bad at all, can it? So long as Stahn's enjoying himself, and feeling good--that was the entire point.

So Leon's hardly going to hesitate if these are the reactions he's getting.

He tightens his grasp then, even as Stahn jerks his hips upward into his hand; Leon doesn't hesitate to try to provide more friction there, much like Stahn did for him the night before. He knows how that felt; now he'd like to do the same for Stahn, and perhaps get more noises like that out of him as well.

It's too early to feel smug, though. Leon's still completely focused on the task at hand, brow furrowed a little even as he continues to press his lips to Stahn's--still, he almost thinks he'd rather hear the noises coming from Stahn unencumbered by his own mouth, so he breaks away a moment later, pressing his lips to Stahn's jaw instead, and then along the line of his jaw, and slowly down his neck. After all, this way he can hear Stahn even better--and that's a good thing both to see if he's being successful, and...well, just because he like hearing them, honestly.

The thought that he could make Stahn make a noise like that...it sends a thrill through him, and he's entirely pleased.

Still, even this doesn't feel like enough; he keeps working at Stahn's pants then with his free hand, trying to drag them down and out of the way further.]

[it feels almost a little unfair to have leon's lips away from his mouth; it's almost as if he misses the taste immediately. sure, it still feels good, especially with the way he presses his lips against stahn's skin, lining him with kisses that seem to tingle even once leon has moved on.

one hand remains in leon's hair, the other presses to the mattress, gripping the sheets because the truth of the matter is that all of leon's intentions make this experience that much more intense. his breaths are already ragged from the way leon's hand moves, sending jolts of pleasure through his body—maybe leon don't know precisely what he's doing, but the things he does? they work. he is commanding this situation, and stahn is already writhing.

when he feels the tug as his pants, stahn will take the actions he can to help—though it's obvious that the overwhelming pleasures are slowing him down a bit. he'll pull his legs up, bending his knees to ground his feet into the mattress and push himself upwards; it simultaneously gives leon a little freedom to properly tug at his pants while also allowing stahn to thrust directly into his grip.

(multitasking.)

of course, doing that is a bit intense, even if it puts a very bare amount of control in stahn's hands, he wants leon to be in control this time, because it's exciting and thrilling for him too; at this point, he'd probably do just about anything if leon asked.

that's not what happens exactly though.]

Emilio... [he huffs out leon's true name in a quiet groan—he doesn't really have anything to say, it's just a pleased encouragement that's followed by a shaky breath. the previous night felt great but this... somehow it's amazing to stahn in an entirely different way.]

[It's honestly all...exactly what Leon could have hoped.

It's clear from the way Stahn moves, the way he breathes, the way he groans that he's enjoying this, that every last part of this is something that makes him feel good, and that had been what Leon had wanted all along. Because even with his inexperience in this as well, when Leon knows what he wants, he's more than capable of making it happen. Whatever it takes, he'll make it happen--because this is important.

So when Stahn lifts his hips, Leon strips him of his pants as best he can with one hand--because he's not pulling his other away for anything, not when Stahn thrusts into it and groans like that, not when he breathes out his name as if he can't think of anything else. It's a bit of a challenge to strip him down with one hand, but somehow he manages, while still providing whatever friction he can with his other hand, trying to move with Stahn to make him feel even better.

And then...well, he supposes some extra positive reinforcement couldn't hurt. He shifts to hover over Stahn again, reaching out with his now freed hand to gently brush sweaty hair away from his face; it's another stark contrast to the movements of his other hand, but he feels like this is necessary, even as the expression shifts on his face to something far more fond.]

This is what you are worth. [To him. Completely and totally--Leon adores and loves Stahn with all of his being, and he wants him to be happy, and to feel good, and to be able to not have to worry about things like whether or not he's worth it.

He dips his head then, hovering just a few scant centimeters from Stahn's lips, and murmuring--]

I do not make mistakes.

[The unspoken weighs heavily--he doesn't make mistakes in who he loves--but instead of saying that, he closes the distance, pressing their lips together again.]

[the contrast is almost unbearable in a way.

leon's fingers wrapped around him has been a pleasurable experience in itself, the friction from the strokes building a pressure that coils in him—if leon really has no idea what he's doing, stahn can't tell. he just knows it feels good, that he's enjoying it, and that he wants to keep going like this.

but then leon does the thing.

he makes that face, and his expression is so warm and loving even has his hand is moving with the same determination. he's gentle in brushing away sweaty strands of hair away from his face. he looks so fond and loving, and somehow that makes his heart race and his breath feel even shorter than because of the other sensations.

and then leon speaks, and his words send a shiver straight up his spine. his worth... leon is really trying to prove to him how valuable stahn is. he's trying (and he's succeeding). for a moment, stahn is biting a his lips, brows knit from trying to focus on leon while dealing with the overwhelming pleasure...

but then leon is murmuring more words against his lips in such an enticing, assuring way that when he finally closes the gap, stahn is desperate to taste leon on his tongue again. he can't help but to groan a sound into leon's mouth again, lids fluttering closed as beads of sweat drip from his forehead. it's intense. every last sensation is so intense and he feels like he needs more of leon, and that's why is hands go searching for skin—even if it's just the skin beneath his shirt, stahn needs more of leon in his grasp.

it almost feels unfair when leon has so much control, even though stahn himself invited it.]

[Leon has no intentions of making this easy on Stahn, that's for sure. He's wearing a shirt, unlike Stahn, and he doesn't lift it up or give Stahn easy access to the skin beneath. He's here to take full control of this situation, so handing over any of it to Stahn just doesn't appeal to him at this point in time, even if it would feel good.

No, he's interested in keeping Stahn like this, flat on the bed, groaning and shuddering, because that's what Stahn challenged him to do, and that's nothing he'll regret.

Leon presses his lips to Stahn's then, again and again, increasing the pace of the strokes of his hand, trying his best to keep Stahn off-balance and feeling good all at once.

That's all he wants.

Right now, even as his body does react to Stahn's groans and appearance like this, Leon just wants to make Stahn feel like he's worth the absolute most--that he's worth all of Leon's attention now.

Because he is.

He is and he'd say so again, but his lips are very occupied and he can't manage it at all.]

[unfair.

though even as leon tries to make it difficult, stahn is still going to fumble around until he finds the skin on his back beneath his shirt...

for what, though? who knows.

leon is definitely doing a good job of keeping him off-balance. the kisses and the strokes in tandem are a lot to deal with, especially when those kisses being so heartfelt. it's hard for him to hold back the sounds—even when it seems like stahn is trying so hard not to be any louder about things (is that adding to the challenge?), he seems to be choking them back because everything feels so good.

the only reason his throat isn't dry is because of leon's kisses—leon has all of his attention just as he has all of leon's.

it's good.

it feels good, and the way his hips continue to thrust into the movements, the way his back arches and he can hardly keeps his legs still seems to indicate all that just fine. his fingers are digging into leon's back and right into his mouth, he's moaning that true name once again.

he wants to make leon feel good too, but when he's in this position, all he can do is follow the lead given—which doesn't allow for any control at all.]

[Usually, Leon would be a lot more wiling to let up. Usually he'd be willing to allow for that shift in power, just as they'd had the night before--but he doesn't this time, because this time, his goal is clear and obvious.

He needs to make sure that Stahn has no time to think of anything else.

He has to make sure that Stahn's mind is filled with nothing but pleasure--that he can think about nothing but the feeling of Leon's hands on him, the way that Leon tastes, and the words Leon said before, because Leon firmly intends to never have to have Stahn question whether or not he's good enough ever again.

He's still fiercely unhappy that that even crossed Stahn's mind--but for now, he focuses on channeling that energy into something productive, continuing to press into those kisses and slam into new ones, insistent and certain. Stahn's fingers on his back feel good, but it's not enough to sway Leon from his single-minded focus. And Stahn moaning his name is enough to send a shiver down his spine, but it's all the more reason to be successful in this.

On the other hand, when he's in control like this, he has more of a chance to explore Stahn's body as well. The night before he'd been too overwhelmed by everything that had been happening, but now he's far more in control of both the situation and himself, and so it's rather calculated as his free hand slides down Stahn's cheek and to his jaw and neck and chest, slowly sliding down his body, exploring the skin that's all there and waiting to be touched.

Honestly? Leon's finding that he rather likes this, if in a very different way from how he'd enjoyed the night before.]

[there are points when stahn has to pull back from those kisses to shudder out ragged breaths; holding on to his composure it getting to be nearly impossible.

he doesn't really want it to be a showing like the night before, where they both lacked the stamina to take the enjoyment to its fullest potential. he wants to embrace every sensation and hold onto it for as long as he can.

but that's difficult.

it's difficult because everything leon does seems to bring him closer to that end. it's his kisses, his exploring hand against his damp skin, it's the other hand finding a sweet spot around him that feels so good—it's almost blinding. where the may normally be words are nothing but pleased sounds and half-finished mumbling of leon's name that get lost in his groans.

he feels good.

he feels almost unbelievably good and if he could think straight, he'd probably be able to discern that it's just as much what's happening as it the fact that it's leon doing it. it's leon exploring his body. it's leon touching him intimately. it's leon kissing him. it's leon being so commanding of his focus, and to have someone love him so much and with that kind of intensity is incredibly powerful in this situation.

stahn isn't thinking about that right now, though.

because he's can't. not when his mind is like a blank, white slate that can't do anything. leon is winning this challenge with his control, and just as leon finds that he likes this in a different way—stahn does as well. he enjoys when they have a balance of power, he enjoys taking the lead and guiding leon through those uncertain moments. he likes making leon feel good and he likes knowing what kind of reactions he can pull from leon's body. at the same token? this is amazing to him. every inch of his body is warm, it tingles with pleasure and he's squirming because there's no way for him to stay still like this.

he's teetering at the edge right now, and the way his body begins to tense in a different way than it has up to now surely has to indicate that much well enough.]

[It's clear, from the way that Stahn squirms to the way that Stahn can't even form his name properly any longer that Leon's succeeding. It's clear from how Stahn gasps and shudders that he's all too absorbed in what Leon's doing, and for Leon... that's incredibly satisfying.

Just like how he is when he receives any other challenge, this was something he threw himself into full-heartedly; he doesn't do things halfway when they're things he's embraced as important, and this is no different. If anything, this is one of the more important challenges he's taken on--not because of the hand job, which Leon can vaguely acknowledge is just a representation of something bigger--but because of the way that this is honestly an extension of what's most important right now.

It's a demonstration of how much Leon truly loves Stahn, and while it's maybe not something that has crossed his mind in as many words, he knows it nonetheless. Physical intimacy is something they stumbled upon together, which makes it easier for Leon to throw himself into it completely and totally, using it as a stand in for how incapable he is even now at saying that he loves Stahn.

And that's why his movements don't slow. That's why his hand seeks out those sweet spots and tender places, committing them to memory even as he does. That's why Leon's next kiss lingers, eyes sliding half-shut, lips pressed to Stahn's tenderly and lovingly instead of fiercely or with any sort of desperation--

Because he loves Stahn.

And right now, this is how he's found it's easier for him to show it: with a hand wrapped around Stahn, providing all of the friction that he needs to push him over the edge, with a hand exploring Stahn's body with enthusiasm and certain touches, and with his lips pressed ever-so-gently to Stahn's, lovingly.]

[and that's it for stahn, really.

leon seems to have it down—all the ways in which to make stahn feel at his best. it's not just the placement of his exploring hands or the way his movements provide just the right amount of friction. it's the fact that there's something so tender about his kisses; it's how they contrast the other motions but express so purely what he feels. it's warm and sensual, it's gentle and yet somehow so distinctly an expression of leon's feelings that it's overwhelming.

it's not as if stahn really ever had any doubts that leon loved him and wanted to be with him—his words had been born from the fact that he felt so lucky to have that from leon when under any logical circumstances, he couldn't have fathomed it. he knows. he knows leon loves him, and he loves leon too... but having it expressed this way makes him feel like he's overflowing.

leon has warmed up a lot since they began to move forward in their relationship; stahn has always noticed the way little by little, leon was willing to open up to him. he noticed when leon would confide in him or grab his hand, when he wouldn't pull away from hugs, when he'd admit his weaknesses and when he started to initiate the small steps of intimacy himself. stahn has never been blind to this, but somehow with the way it's all culminating now? it's a lot. it's a lot for him to handle. leon is so focused on pleasing him and making him feel good and...

stahn really can't deny it anymore as this point. everything has reached that point—and stahn can't hold back anymore. not with the way he's being touched and certainly (or maybe especially) not with the warm kisses that are truly bursting with love. it's like fireworks, the way his whole body tips from the pleasure, fingers digging harder into leon's back as he lets out a final groan, breathed directly against leon's mouth before the tension in his body subsides and he's left completely breathless.

leon definitely wins this round.]

[it's satisfying in a completely different way than the night before had been. Admittedly seeing Stahn go over the edge like that is...well, it's hot, and Leon can't help but acknowledge that. It's something that makes his breathing quicken, that leaves him a little breathless even as he was barely doing anything--

But the rest of him is just really pleased to know that he was able to do this for stahn. It'd always been a concern for Leon that he wouldn't be able to provide properly for Stahn in the physical affection realm; Stahn is an affectionate person, and Leon just...isn't. But Stahn has been so unbearably patient with him, and now...

Now Leon can do this for him, and he's entirely pleased to do so.

The smile that curves his lips slightly is honestly sincerely happy because of it. He wanted to do this and he did, and with Stahn prone on the bed like this, Leon is pretty sure it went really well.

So for a moment, he's affectionate, reaching out with his (clean) hand to brush Stahn's hair from his face, the briefest of lingering moments of sweetness--

And then he's back to being Leon, rolling off of stahn and out of bed to go clean up his hand because he's just fastidious that way. What a romantic. Leaving Stahn in bed alone while he goes to clean up without a word. Amazing.]

[yeah. what a romantic.

for a moment, stahn can't really do anything at all... he's completely breathless and too weak to stand; the pleasure from that experience definitely would leave his legs too weak to even fathom getting up so quickly.

but stahn will be stahn just as leon will be leon, so even though he's still not in a position where he feel ready to move:]

Emiliooooooo.... [he'll just whine, because all of those sweet, loving, tender moments are somewhat shattered in the wake of that climax but leon barely lingering for a minute before getting up and walking away.

way to leave him high and dry in a moment that should have been really sweet and warm. leon definitely still has a lot to learn about romance here.]

[it's not like he can't hear the whining from the bathroom. There's the sound of the faucet as Leon cleans off his hand, and then he quirks an eyebrow at the sound of Stahn's whine.

He sure does have a lot to learn, because he doesn't even see anything wrong with what he did.

Still, a moment later he reappears, hands now clean, and tilts his head vaguely at Stahn even as he wanders back over to sit on the bed.]

What is it now?

[he thought that went pretty well, why are you whining!!!]

[he's whining because he has a reason to whine! of course, the first thing stahn's actually doing is reaching out his hand to tug leon back towards him.]

...You left too soon. [that sure is stahn's complaint right now. and he does sincerely sound disappointed that leon was so quick to get up and walk away after that. he wanted to share a few more kisses and embrace the moment before anything else...

it feels strangely cold to have leon touch him so intimately, to kiss him in such a warm loving way—and then he just gets up and walks away like it's nothing.

yeah, that part feels kind of crappy.]

[O....h??? Leon wasn't actually expecting that at all; he doesn't fight it when Stahn pulls him closer, but he's frowning a little to himself too.

He thought he'd done well, but he actually messed it up at the end....which isn't a good feeling for him either, considering how intent he was on successfully doing this for Stahn.

So, awkwardly and a little stiffly because apologies still don't come naturally to him--]

I...see. I was not aware that that-- rather.

...I will make certain it does not happen again.

[oh.

okay, well.

he didn't want leon to actually feel bad about it. so stahn... well, stahn has to be stahn about things. he pushes himself to sit upright finally, and follows it up by wrapping leon into a hug.]

Everything else... it felt really good. Really good. [he assures, quietly. his voice is warmer and less disappointed—he wants to make sure leon understands fully that everything else was amazing.]

You... I felt what you want to tell me. [that he's worth it, that he's the only one for leon, that this is love.]

...I just wanted more of that. For it... it to not be over so quickly. [he hopes that leon will understand what he means. that the warmth and the feeling of love gets a bit stunted when he just abruptly leaves like that.]

[Well...that admittedly helps. The pride in him wars with the part of him that legitimately is pleased to hear that reassurance; he doesn't like to have to make Stahn reassure him, because he likes to pretend he doesn't need it--

But in this case, he'll take it. Quietly, he nods, because...well, he's pleased. He's pleased that Stahn thought it felt good. He's pleased that Stahn understood what he was getting at.

So he doesn't pull away as Stahn pulls him into a hug, instead just resting his chin on Stahn's shoulder for a moment. And...an almost embarrassed mutter, because he feels like maybe that should've been obvious to him, but it didn't even cross his mind--]

... I will keep that in mind for the next time.

Mm... It'll be fine. Even better, I bet.

[stahn hums quietly, holding leon this way for a moment before trying to guide him to lay down. stahn really wasn't ready to give up on the sweeter sentiment when leon decided to pull away, so he's going to take advantage of it now.

even if he's still undressed with leon is fully clothed. he doesn't want to waste the euphoric feeling. he want to press a kiss to leon's lips—so he does, acting on it and conveying a silent thank you for expressing his love so passionately.

but after that, he'll shift slightly to bring his mouth towards leon's ear, as if to mutter a secret to him.]

I didn't know you'd... be so good at that. [okay, so maybe stahn isn't really done yet here, either. oops.]

[Well.... Leon's not entirely sure about laying back down, and if Stahn hadn't been a total kicked puppy about the getting up and leaving thing, he might've resisted. But she he was a kicked puppy about it... Leon just sighs and goes along with it, allowing Stahn to drag him properly back into bed even though it's getting late in the morning.

Still, the kiss is nice... and he can feel a shiver begin when Stahn brings his mouth to Leon's ear and murmurs--

... ... ... and the shiver dies right there because he's not really super sure how he should take something like that.

"YEAH ME NEITHER" is probably not a viable answer.]

... Yes, well. It is not as though the mechanics of it are particularly difficult.

[Stop taking literally all of the romance out of this moment, Leon.]

There's no need to be so surprised. Naturally I can do anything I put my mind to.

[He says, more awkwardly than with bravado this time.]

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