realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

[it's true, stahn is the one taking charge now. leon lit a fire in him this way, and even though there was brief respite when stahn recovered from his own bliss...

he doesn't want to be the only one on the receiving end of a good time. there's nothing stahn wants more than to make leon happy, than to make him feel as good as leon made him feel. so he'll plant kisses from leon's ear and down his jawline until he teases at the lips.

his hands remain in that precarious position too, teasing but not quite touching anything but the lower part of leon's stomach with a touch as featherlight as what leon did to him earlier. he doesn't kiss yet, either.]

That's not true. [he murmurs, fingers still teasing at his skin.] It's not fair if you're the only one who gets all the fun, Leon.

[this time, stahn is the one teasing, deliberately using that name instead. it's necessary, because stahn wants him to feel good. he wants to make leon happy, and he wants to prove his own worth in return. he wants to have a little control since he wasn't allowed any before.

he wants to make leon squirm and writhe with pleasure, he wants to see if he can get leon to say his name in that same manner.

it's times like these when stahn's fiery nature comes out; he's hot-blooded and passionate, and as competitive as he his loving; he'll feel like he's on the losing end of things if they just get on with their day.

(and he'll show leon just what to do when they're finished, so he can ensure he knows for himself how it works.)]

[Leon's ready for the kiss, too. His body reacts immediately, shifting and somewhat pliant with those kisses, tilting his head up for a better angle for that kiss--because he likes them. He likes kissing Stahn, just as Stahn likes kissing him, but instead of pressing their lips together, Stahn just pauses there, and Leon's expression twists every so slightly, lips quirking downwards into a frown.

He's not sure he's about this life, Stahn!!!

Stahn's fingers, though, sure are distracting even so. The skin there is sensitive, unused to being touched even with their activities from the night before, and Leon breathes out a shuddery breath. Hm...

He can honestly not say he's ever heard this tone from Stahn before. Usually, when he's teasing or joking around, it's a lot lighter than this--but there's a legitimate edge to this teasing, a provocative edge that sends Leon's mind right to the gutter.

He swallows, tightly, and when he speaks, his tone is a bit more strained.]

Don't...act as though you didn't want it that way. I was simply responding to your challenge.

[That's all... but this teasing half-in half-out is driving Leon crazy, and he's silent for a moment longer before he just huffs out a short breath, all sharpness and frankness, but an edge of want as well.]

If you have some sort of inclinations of something to do to me, get on with it. I do not intend to spend all day in bed.

[And...well, this is driving him crazy.]

I don't know... If you're just going to demand I do it, it's not as fun.

["get on with it," isn't exactly inviting. of course, stahn doesn't actually have any intention of stopping. but that still doesn't stop him from pulling back a little to pout at leon.

granted, he does hear the edge of desire in stahn's voice, but even at his worst, he can't actually press on without being sure that leon wants this. so maybe the look on his face is a bit quizzical.

he wants to do this.

he wants to make leon feel good, and he wants to try his best to do something different to make him feel even better (though he's still not even sure what yet), but he can't think of letting his hand drift anywhere else without explicit consent.

but still, stahn is now lowering himself a bit so their lips lightly meet, almost pleading.] I want to be able to do the same thing for you. So you can feel as good as I do.

[in the end, stahn is still a sap. much as he would like to be so commanding, to just pin leon to the bed completely, strip him down and touch him everywhere...

leon has to be willing, he can't actually push that boundary again when leon says things so... vague...]

[... Ah.

At any other time, Leon would probably be endeared by Stahn's inability to do anything without explicit consent. It's very Stahn, and it's also very sweet. He's so focused on trying to make sure that Leon has a good time while also not feeling uncomfortable, and it's just...

... Well, it doesn't suit the mood.

Leon had wanted Stahn to take control. The teasing, the provocation--it had all been tantalizing, and now that Stahn's pulling back, being a sap and being so Stahn, Leon can't help the way he snorts under his breath, reaching up with a hand to bury his fingers into Stahn's hair and drag him forcefully into a proper kiss, overcoming the light meeting of their lips with something far more thorough.

At the same time, his free hand slides down to Stahn's still there hovering at the edge of his waistline, and guides it slightly further down.

And when he pulls away from the kiss, tone breathy and hoarse, it's to meet Stahn's eyes with all of the daring he can muster, quirking an eyebrow just as he would in sparring practice when he was trying to get Stahn to take the next step or grow, when he was trying to drag Stahn into having the confidence to try.]

Then show me that you can.

[If that's what Stahn wants--then Leon wants to see it, and now that they've gotten this far? He doesn't really intend to hold back either, and he doesn't want to see Stahn hold back.]

Don't leave me waiting.

[oh.

stahn can't help the way his face goes a little red; he's kind of embarrassed. not at what they're doing, they're too far gone for that—but because he knows leon is challenging him. he's being taunted and goaded.

just like when they spar.

of course, it always worked in sparring. it motivated stahn to better himself so he didn't disappoint leon. and right now? it's much the same. he doesn't want to disappoint leon. he wants to make leon happy and proud, he wants to make him feel good and pleasured and satisfied. so to this challenge, stahn intends to rise up. his teeth tug at leon's lower lip before he kisses him, but instead of his hands moving further down, they rise up—he wants to remove leon's shirt first and foremost, because it's a little less fun to explore leon's body the way he wants to if he's still fully clothed.

if leon doesn't want him to hold back?

he won't.]

Then... I'll do my best. [because stahn can't help but to be modest in his words.

his actions may betray that in a sudden motion that now had stahn straddling leon at the hips, leaning down to kiss him as he tugs up more insistently at the fabric. his hair is everywhere, framing them both and undoubtedly touching at any exposed skin it can find...

if leon wants him to do this, he'll do his best, that's for certain.]

[...Well.

It seems to have worked, Leon thinks--it's hard to be sure with how modest and careful Stahn can be. Still, he'll at least lift his shoulders and arms to make it easier for Stahn to tug his shirt off, and then Leon looks up to meet Stahn's eyes and it's just Stahn's face and a curtain of hair. It strikes him that...this is the first time Stahn's been on top like this, and Leon swallows. Even before they were at this stage, even when it was just straddling or making out or simple kisses, it was always Leon on top.

Even with it just being Stahn, the person he trusts beyond life itself, and the person he loves and accepts into his personal space, it still leaves him feeling a little trapped.

He takes in a slow, shuddering breath between the kisses, and tries to focus only on that. It's ridiculous to feel those leftover fears and urges from before. He knows he's safe here, under Stahn. He has no desire to let those lingering fears compromise their enjoyment of this situation--

Especially not when he was the one to taunt Stahn into this. So, as per how Leon usually deals with his problems, he aggressively tries to ignore it, using the hand buried in Stahn's hair to drag him down into another fierce kiss, trying to focus solely on that, despite how his heart beats just a little too fast at this.]

[stahn doesn't want leon to ignore that or anything else. no, his intent is to make leon's mind go completely white from the pleasure, just as had been done to him. when leon's shirt is removed, stahn is thoughtlessly tossing it on the floor as he kisses leon.

but stahn's not oblivious to the fact that leon is still trying to main some sense of control of the situation.

unacceptable, not when this is something leon is challenging him to. it won't feel like he's figuring this out for himself if leon finds ways to guide him through it. so he pulls back enough to break the proper kiss, but dives back in to suck on leon's lip for a moment before dragging his mouth to leon's ear.]

...I thought it was my turn. [it's almost playful, how he says it. it's an honest statement that's almost childlike...

yet that betrays itself when stahn's dragging his fingers down leon's body, lifting himself up enough to tug leon's pants down just enough to be exposed, and then lowering himself so his body causes just a bare amount of friction against leon's. it lets them be skin to skin, and it's obvious enough that stahn himself is getting excited again just from this alone.

acting this way... it's definitely new, but he wants to meet the challenge that leon set for him—which isn't to be what he normally is. it's not to be soft and affectionate and completely pure in his intentions. it's to go after the desires instead, and though stahn fumbles a bit himself, shuddering a breath against leon's ear that shows his own weakness to this contact, he's going to try and press forward anyway.]

[...Ah.

It's strangely difficult.

Stahn's asking for a lot here, and it doesn't even seem like it at first glance. But then... then it sinks in. Stahn's asking him to give up all control. He's asking him to trust only in Stahn, to put all of his faith in Stahn's hand and just let him take over. For Leon... that's a foreign concept.

He's never done this before.

There's a complicated expression on his face in response to that. Stahn's words are teasing and playful, light and gentle, but Leon's short of breath and uncertain, still under Stahn as he tries to figure out how to do this. How...does he really do this? How can he do something like this?

And then...he realizes that--he just has to trust Stahn. That's all there is to it. He has no other option here--unless he wants to shove Stahn off and tell him to stop, which he doesn't. So he has to trust him. Slowly, he breathes out a quiet breath, eyes sliding shut, and then he slumps to the bed, tension fading away bit by bit as he accepts it and just...takes that leap of faith, hand sliding from Stahn's hair to rest beside him on the bed, and without opening his eyes... he swallows, and his words aren't much more than a hoarse whisper.]

...Fine.

[It's Stahn's turn, and Leon... Leon's going to try his absolute hardest to give up control. The slightest of friction gets Leon to shift a little, trying to line up his hips with Stahn's, but otherwise... otherwise he doesn't move. He's decided on this.

Now he has to follow through, and let Stahn be the one to take control here.]

[it's a little easier for stahn this way, though all he can really do is hope that the trust leon is putting in him is wholly sincere.

it doesn't matter how stahn acts; the truth of the matter is that leon's well-being and happiness always comes first to him. and that's precisely why he wants to be sure that he doesn't betray the trust that leon is putting in him.

there may be passion, there may be something on a commanding nature as stahn tries his best to be "in charge," but in the end, he still loves leon the most and everything he's doing right now is for leon's happiness. ...and that's why he doesn't rush.

his kisses are slow and deliberate, tracing back to leon's mouth. one hand threads leon's hair, tugging a little harder than normal but hardly in any way that could hurt him. and once his lips reach leon's mouth and he can find the taste of his tongue, the fingers from his other hand trace leon lightly, as if they're studying any memorizing his every curvature before they finally wrap around into a light grip—the amount of friction is bare and teasing, yet still somehow considerate and deliberate. he wants leon to feel good, and he wants to be the sole reason for it.

but he doesn't want leon to feel like he's leaving his trust in a dangerous place.]

[There's a distinct difference in how Stahn approaches things, compared to how Leon did--but that's fitting, considering how they are. Stahn is slow and careful and gentle, and Leon leans into the kisses without hesitation, enjoying the taste of Stahn on his tongue. He enjoys this, and it's clear in the way he responds, meeting each kiss willingly and warmly, though he's mindful enough to remain at rest on the bed, allowing Stahn to take the lead.

Now that he's made that decision, he intends to stick with it at best he can.

Though...admittedly, Stahn's hand wrapped gently around him like that makes it really hard to stick to that. His hips press forward shallowly immediately, even before he's entirely aware of himself, breath hitching between kisses. It feels good, of course--it felt good the night before as well. Stahn's hand on him is something he's pretty sure he could definitely get used to. There's warmth there in that touch, but also such deliberate movements to try to make sure that Leon feels good, and it's so fitting of Stahn as to be almost ridiculous.

In response, all Leon can really do is tilt his head with the tugs in his hair, tilting his head back and exposing more of his neck, eyes now half-open as he does, and when he lifts his hands, it's just to lightly wrap his arms around Stahn just enough to trail his fingers along his back.

So far...it's somehow calming, how gentle and careful Stahn is, even as he sends a shiver of pleasure down Leon's back.]

[in the end, stahn's idea of being in control isn't something forceful and demanding; even if it crossed his mind at first. even if the idea of a challenge pumped him up in that hot-blooded way... somehow, when it comes to leon, he can't bring himself to be that aggressive just yet.

not when he knows that leon has a hard time not being in control. he's here to keep leon's trust safe. to make him feel loved and wanted and desired. he can control the situation in his own way, but it's not doing to be demanding and forceful.

and maybe that's just the way it needs to be for them.

it's fine this way.

leon is subtle and inviting when he tilts his head, so stahn will break the kiss and start trailing his kisses elsewhere. he starts at the jaw, and then down the neck. but stahn doesn't stop there. instead of those soft, chaste kisses, these are a little more wet and possessive, lingering at times to lightly suck on the skin—it's probably a good thing leon wears so many turtlenecks, because some of those are definitely going to leave marks.

he's studying leon's body with his mouth rather than this hands, memorizing the traces of skin and stopping only when he can line leon's collar bone with kisses. his grip remains the mostly the same, increasing only slightly in pressure and pace, finding a slight rhythm with the way leon's hips move.

feeling leon's fingers on his back definitely makes him shudder and stall more than once, but stahn is relentless despite how gentle he is. if nothing else? he's definitely thorough.]

[Oh.

That's...fine.

It's a new sensation in and of itself; most of the time they just haven't gotten creative enough for this, but the feeling of Stahn's lips on his neck, possessive and intent, gets Leon to finally make a quiet noise, the soft sound escaping him with a sharp exhale out. It's new and intense, and it makes him want more, but all he can really do in this situation is tilt his head more, invitingly, accepting Stahn's mouth on him wherever he decides to explore next.

In the meantime, his breathing shudders and stutters with the movements of Stahn's hands; for now, the thrusts of his hips are still a little tentative and shallow, but he's starting to lose his inhibitions a little, seeking out more and more of that good feeling as Stahn delivers it. If there's one thing he knows for certain, he wants this to continue, he wants to know what Stahn will do next to make him feel this way. It's rapidly pushing all thoughts and concerns right out of his head, and honestly? He's glad for it.

Things are simpler when all he needs to worry about is the feeling of Stahn's mouth on him, and the friction provided by his hand.]

[somehow, it feels like it's working. stahn is glad for it too, of course, because he wants leon to be able to let go and feel good.

leon's movements, be it the way his hips cautiously thrust and allow for that friction against his hand, or how he tilts his neck seem to be inviting enough... but that's not what gives stahn the most encouragement. what tells him to continue, what indicates that he's getting something right is the sound that comes with that exhale, and how he can feel the change in leon's breathing just from where he's positioned.

at least this way, stahn is less concerned with checking on him and asking if he's okay—stahn just takes it as a means to continue. he keeps tracing leon's collar bone, working from the right side to the left before he moves down. once again, his hand takes a slight uptick in pressure, but keeps the same pace; it's almost as if stahn is drawing this out so he has time to explore everywhere. his lips will eventually find leon's chest though, alternating between gentle kisses and the more possessive ones directly over leon's heart.

it's exciting that way, because beyond the sentiment that it holds, with stahn focusing on what really matters to him most—leon's heart—he can also feel the way it beats this way, which just excites stahn more.

he wants every part of leon to be as excited as he felt just a little while earlier, and he's hoping this will work into that sort of buildup without just doing things exactly as they were done to him.]

[It would be just like Stahn to draw things out now that he has Leon prone like this. Leon's not even 100% aware that he's doing so, not consciously; all he's aware of is that Stahn provides that little sliver more in the way of friction and pleasure, and it's still not enough. Leon huffs out quietly at that, raggedly, but he can't seem to help the way he lifts his hips more, the way he presses his hips into Stahn's grasp more intently as he seeks more of that pleasure out.

But Stahn's lips are distracting too.

At first, all Leon is really aware of is that he's moving downwards; when Stahn's lips linger on his chest, it takes Leon a moment to realize that he's paused right over his heart.

What a sap.

The noise he intended to make was an amused snort in response to the sappiness, but in the end it sounds more like a quiet groan, because he honestly can't help himself. It all feels so good, and even if Stahn is a sap, he can't deny that there's something warm and exciting about Stahn's kisses like this. The gentle kisses are so very Stahn, warm and familiar, but the possessive ones... well, Leon can feel Stahn's intent bleeding right through them. He can feel Stahn's own possessiveness, as well as his intent to make Leon feel good.

And it's working.

From the way Leon shifts underneath Stahn, reacting to ever last moment of his touch, to the way Stahn's touch makes him shudder and groan quietly, it's clear that it's working. All he can really start to think about is how this isn't enough, and how he needs more, and that's what finally gets him to open his mouth, shakily.]

Is this...all? Are you finished with this?

[Leon's still really shitty when taunting people, let it be known--though it has somewhat less of an impact when he can't even keep his strained voice steady. But even if he's not entirely aware mentally that Stahn's trying to draw this out, physically he just wants more.]

[stahn's not really having any of this, quite frankly.

he has the idea that his actions are working, because he can hear the faint groans and feel the shudders of his breath, and it's naturally impossible to miss the way leon's hips thrust and add to the friction his hand is providing.

but the fact that leon is still stringing sentences together—ones that sound so demanding and unsatisfied even with that shaky tone of voice is... baiting in a totally different way. stahn doesn't want to be rushed, and he doesn't want to do a half-assed job because leon is pushing him along. so naturally... this means he has to do just what he does whenever leon motivates by way of being kind of a dick.

get a little more aggressive, of course.

his grip tightens around leon, though even with that added pressure, he seems to be in refusal to increase the pacing of his strokes. it's extremely deliberate, and at the same time, stahn will pull himself up, dragging is mouth to leon's—kissing him hard and deep before biting at leon's lip.]

I'm not done. [he breathes the words against leon's mouth, and his tone is much less soft than it normally would be. he's telling it like it is—he's not finished, and he's not going to rush through it just because leon demands it.

stahn already knows he has to find a way to up the ante, because leon is being so leon about things that a satisfactory conclusion will not be doing what he's doing now.]

Just wait. [he breathes out once more, giving another rough kiss. when he pulls away this time though, his mouth will find leon's neck, sucking at the skin even more possessively than before—it's definitely going to leave a noticeable mark later on, more so than any of the others he's already left.]

[He's definitely being 100% Leon--just as Stahn is being 100% stahn. The added pressure is a momentary relief, because it doesn't take Leon long at all to realize that Stahn isn't going to increase his pace at all. That, combined with Stahn's lips at his neck, the feeling of him leaving that mark, leaves Leon groaning. It's both frustrated and pleased in equal measure, a louder sound and one he can't entire stifle despite his best intentions.

Leon's not a naturally loud person, so even then it's a relatively quiet noise, but the fact that it's audible can't be denied, and Leon's finding it hard to find it in himself to even care any longer.

He's sure at one point he cared if he was making noises, but now? Now there's just the grip of Stahn's hand and the feeling of Stahn's lips, and Leon's hips insistently press forward again and again, searching for that friction he needs.

It takes him a moment to find a response to Stahn in the scattered thoughts he's having; there's a very obvious lengthy pause before he's finally able to drag in a ragged breath and find the words.]

I-- [He shudders, unable to stop his body from reacting to all of Stahn's movements, but raggedly he continues to speak.

After all, he's Leon. He needs the last word--or he's trying very hard, at least.]

I'm...waiting.

[Honestly? These taunts have basically no bite or heat to them, because Leon is beyond overwhelmed by everything Stahn is doing.

But even so...he has to be Leon for as long as he's capable of forming words instead of noises.]

[the groaning undoubtedly helps—it's the positive reinforcement that stahn is seeking. it contrasts leon's halfhearted demands...

not that it really matters, because stahn isn't actually stopping or changing his course at all. the ultimate goal is still to make leon feel so good that he can't even string a sentence together, and stahn is going to keep working towards that. the shudders, the groans, the way he moves is all a start, but just as leon wants more? so does stahn.

so he keeps his pace steady, continuing to draw it out. but stahn will go back to the course he'd been on before he stopped at leon's chest. wet kisses, some leaving marks that trail down his neck and chest... but he doesn't stop there. he keeps working downwards, slow but deliberate, skirting the line of gentle and aggressive as he goes.

he kisses straight down the line of leon's abdomen, around his belly button... and he doesn't stop there either. his mouth is memorizing leon's body, exploring this way rather than with his hands. he traces the would-be happy trail before dancing back and forth between his hip bones, careful in his kisses to work them between the thrusts to not get hit.

(which doesn't really work and he'll probably have a bit of a fat lip later, but nothing is bleeding and stahn refuses to stop.)

it's only when he feels his knuckle touching his own cheek that he pauses.

he wonders...

could he keep going? should he? he's already explored this much with his lips—would that be okay? he has no idea if that would feel good for leon, and his eyes looks up at leon's face to study them as he keeps kissing the sensitive skin of his lower torso.

it's appealing. he wants to. he'll memorize leon's whole body with his mouth if that's that it takes... besides.

it's exciting, isn't it? it seems like it would feel good, and the thought briefly crossing his mind of leon doing the same for him is enough to cause him to emit a shuddering breath of his own.]

[When Stahn looks up to see Leon's face, he'll meet Leon's eyes, because Leon is watching him too. As soon as it's clear where Stahn is going, Leon fought to slow the thrusts of his hips, and while every now and then he shallowly presses his hips forward with his shuddery breathing and Stahn's touch, he's exerting all of his willpower to keep himself as still as possible.

He doesn't want to hurt Stahn, no--and he's also entirely intent on what he's doing now.

The feeling of Stahn's lips on his chest and hips and the sensitive skin below was more than enough to get him to choke out shuddering, small noises, blissful ones, because it honestly and sincerely feels good.

But with Stahn looking up to meet Leon's eyes, Leon will meet his, eyes half-lidded still from Stahn's ministrations, but otherwise relatively lucid and focused, though he's finding it hard to find the words.

He won't ask Stahn to do something like that--he's not sure if he's hesitating because he's unsure for himself, or for Leon. But if Stahn wants to...then Leon won't stop him from that either, expression lax and quiet, completely calm.

He trusts Stahn, after all. Wasn't that the entire point of letting Stahn take control? And so, breathing shallowly, Leon meets his eyes and...leaves it entirely in his hands, completely and utterly.]

[good. this is good.

it's fine like this, where leon doesn't seem to balk or seem terribly surprised. of course, stahn also has no idea if leon has actually caught on to what he's thinking. still.. he's in control, right? leon is letting him be in control, despite the earlier words that were demanding.

but stahn wants to take this to a new level. he wants to provide something that he hasn't been able to do, he wants to make leon writhe. and further... stahn wants to do this. he wants to know how leon would feel against his lips, in his mouth... he wants to know what leon would taste like.

so he'll take the first step, his hand shifting further down the base but still moving in strokes. and after licking his lips, he'll start with a gentle kiss to the tip, wetting it lightly and feeling the tender skin against him.

it's only a start, testing the waters to see if this will work.]

[... Well.

For all that Leon thought he could be prepared for this--

Leon was not prepared for this.

Stahn's hand alone is enough to get him to shiver as he moves, but then Stahn's mouth is on him and Leon's mind goes utterly and totally blank. Just as Stahn had likely been hoping--he's not capable of thinking of anything but the feeling of Stahn's mouth, the new sensations and totally unexpected shivers that run right through him, and he isn't even aware of the quiet but thoroughly overwhelmed noise that escapes him, not stifled at all.

He couldn't even begin to think of trying to hold back that low groan, not when he's completely and totally focused on what Stahn's doing.

The rest of his attention and focus, or what little remains of it, is focused on keeping himself still; he can feel that kneejerk urge to roll his hips forward, wanting more and more of what is just a tentative feeling thus far, but somehow he's able to stay still, even if it takes a massive effort to do so, and his body trembles from the overwhelming sensations on top of that effort. All he knows is that this has to be new to Stahn too, that he can't make this more difficult on Stahn, that staying still will probably help--

But who knows how long he'll be able to remain like that.]

[this is what he wanted.

hearing the way leon reacts, that groan being so raw and visceral excites stahn in ways that he couldn't have even prepared himself for. he's getting a reaction from leon, but he also knows it's a pleasurable one, and for stahn, that makes it all more enjoyable.

he doesn't really know what he's doing in the least, though. even if he's doing his best to act with confidence, the truth is that this is born purely from a desire of wanting everything about leon. wanting his pleasures and his taste and his warmth—he's never really heard of people doing this before. he knows how sex works because he's not completely ignorant, and he's a healthy enough teenage boy to know how handjobs work. but this... this is entirely new and experimental, so all stahn can do is go with what he feels and how leon reacts.

so far, so good.

he's still cautious in what he does, in any case. for the time being, stahn is just planting kisses as he had everywhere else, moving around leon. he pauses, if only briefly to switch hands—mostly to keep his arm from getting tired, though for a moment, his fingers slide below the base to much more sensitive territory, teasing lightly before returning to a more proper placement.

stahn is focused, his brows knit and a bit of sweat rolling down his temple, but as he returns to that tip, he seeks out what he initially came for—the taste of that sensitive skin. his mouth opens properly for his tongue to dart out, teasing against the flesh before he does much else.]

[It's honestly so much already.

Stahn's barely started, and it's still overwhelming; when his fingers slide below, exploring even further and sending jolts down Leon's spine, he can't help the way his breath hitches in his throat, momentarily forgetting how to breathe--and then Stahn's tongue is on him, tasting and teasing, and the noise that escapes Leon is almost a whine.

Nothing he could have done could have prepared him for this, and his head falls back against the bed then, pressing down against the mattress, even as his fingers twist into the bedding as his entire body shudders.

Thankfully, now, his mind is well and truly blank--otherwise there'd probably be some overthinking going on here. But instead, he's really not capable at all of wondering if Stahn is actually enjoying this, if this is really okay for him to do, if he's really willing to do something like this.......

Well. Right now, all Leon can really think is that it feels good and he wants more, but he's not really sure how to get more from Stahn besides asking for it, and... well, those words wouldn't be able to escape Leon on a good day, much less right now. So instead, Leon heaves another shaky breath before finally opening his eyes again, shifting to try to look at Stahn as beseechingly as he can. Yes, this is good, but he'd very much like more please--

Leon's pride seems to have very much left the building at this point in time.]

[stahn doesn't really care about leon's pride right now. not when everything seems to indicate that what he's doing is correct and therefore making leon feel good. the way leon's body shudder, the whinging...

stahn himself is so hot right now.

everything about this excites him, and that's why even from this precarious position, he wants to see with his own eyes what leon is feeling. he wants to see the expression on his face, and when it looks almost pleading...

well, shit.

that's the equivalent of what runs through his mind because he's honestly never seen an expression quite like that on leon's face. it makes stahn even more willing and eager, and the look in his eyes displays that much. because rather than look back down completely... stahn takes a slightly different approach. his eyes shift away from leon, and then slowly and tentatively, he contorts his mouth before going down properly on leon, enveloping him as completely as he can.

he doesn't do much else yet, because he's still feeling out... well, everything about this. it's a new sensation to him too, but somehow... it's okay. he can taste leon all over his tongue and it wants to keep going. and that's why even with leon in his mouth this way, his gaze shifts back to look at leon—it's definitely a provocative image, eyes smiling with enjoyment as he tries to see how leon feels about this course of action.]

[It's pretty safe to say that coherent thought has left Leon totally and completely by now.

Stahn's mouth envelopes him, just like that, and Leon legitimately can't think of anything. His mind goes blank, his brain stops functioning, and he almost forgets how to breathe completely. He moans lowly, an obscene and ragged noise, eyes sliding shut tightly and breathing completely uneven. But none of that is even something he's aware of himself--

All he knows is that it feels amazing, unlike anything he's ever felt before, and on top of that, the fact that Stahn would be willing--not just willing, but want to do something like this for him... the fact that he has all of Stahn's attention and focus in this moment, even as he pushes both of their boundaries for the sake of making sure Leon feels good...

Well, in a lot of ways, it's too much, and Leon can feel his heart beating in his chest as he's overwhelmed by all of this, and that's why raggedly, the only thing that eventually escapes his mouth is a rasped out--]

Stahn...

[His voice is thick with pleasure, at least, even if he probably has more to say there--maybe a thank you, maybe an encouragement--but he can't quite manage it. He can't string any words together, not when the only thing on his mind is Stahn, and the only thing he can even remotely think of is Stahn.

Unfortunately for poor Stahn, that also means he really doesn't have the brain power to restrain himself too well either; his hips press forward despite himself, if shallowly, but still nonetheless into Stahn's mouth. Leon can't quite help it, not when he wasn't prepared for any of this at all.]

[there are two things, in the end, that stahn is not prepared for.

the first is the way leon rasps his name. it's so pleased and strained and so out of leon's normal composure that stahn almost feels like he could finish himself off from hearing it. he doesn't, of course, but his free hand is shifting to he can touch himself—it's honestly too much for stahn otherwise. he's too turned on by just the sound of leon's voice when he can taste everything on his tongue. of course, touching himself is a lot less focused than everything else.

especially because the second thing he wasn't prepared for his the way leon's hips jerk, forcing himself further into stahn's mouth. he almost gags from the sudden motion and where it hits, but he manages to hold himself back, drawing in a deep, shuddered breath.

what next...

what next?

well, that's kind of the part stahn is trying to figure out as he goes. his head moves a little, tongue rolling over the flesh as he lightly sucks. his other hand is still moving a bit, but stahn is clearly slow and tentative because he's not sure what he's doing. there's something almost instinctual that he seems to follow—his desire to make leon feel good, his want to hear him moan out his name... but all the same? he doesn't know if any of these actions are correct.

that's why he looks at leon again, even as he heaves ragged breaths through his nose, just to make sure he's still feeling okay with this.]

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