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realpolitik2015-10-16 11:13 am
discard) wrote in realpolitik2015-10-16 11:13 am
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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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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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Leon manages to restrain himself a moment later, at least; he didn't miss the way that Stahn almost gagged (it'd be hard to miss with Stahn's mouth positioned as it is), though it's taking all of his focus and concentration to keep his hips still, and occasionally they still jerk forward in the most of microscopic of movements before he manages to restrain himself again, gritting his teeth.
Because for Leon, this is something beyond overwhelming.
Even with Stahn constantly trying to treat him well and love him, it's still new to Leon--the concept of someone focused entirely on Leon's pleasure, on making sure that he's enjoying himself for no other reason...
It's amazing.
It's amazing and strange, and Leon's been reduced to quiet noises and groans with each shift of Stahn's head and movement of his tongue, breathing desperately in between each noise. He can't catch his breath, and he can't stop himself from making these noises, and he can't bring himself to even look at Stahn, because his head is turned to the side, half of his face pressed against the mattress as he shudders with each new sensation and touch.
His eyes are shut tightly, brow furrowed and hair a sweaty mess, lips slightly parted for his ragged breathing and small shuddering noises, but there's no denying that the expression on his face even so is one of clear pleasure and enjoyment, overwhelmingly so.
There's really no doubt that Leon's feeling just fine.
There's also no doubt that it's starting to really get to him. Between how attractive Stahn had been beneath him earlier that moment, something that had absolutely gotten to him, to all of this... he can feel the pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach, overwhelming and intense.
So even as one hand grasps in the blankets, he reaches with his other to bury it in Stahn's hair, aimless but intensely needing that touch and connection, and when he speaks, it's in an even more strained tone, almost barely audible.]
Stahn... Stahn, I--
[What he'd say, it's really hard to say, because instead it shifts into a wordless groan, and there's no doubt he's fast approaching the edge of his self-control and his body's limits.]
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he's happy. he's happy knowing that something he did could give leon this much pleasure. his moans and groans, his ragged breathing and the movement of his hips—it's something stahn feels positive that only he could provide. nobody else could make leon feel that way, right? nobody else could touch him so intimately and drag out sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure from him. stahn is sure of that, because leon has always been so composed and serious.
this leon is not either of those things.
leon is groaning out his name in a way that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. it makes him so close to going over the edge himself, his hand stroking a little faster as he heaves out a breath through his nose.
for a moment, stahn has to come up for air, mouth slowly pulling away, though he hovers with ragged breaths and lets his hand keep moving. he needs a second, because it's just as overwhelming for him this way, and what makes it more intense is seeing the way leon looks. the pleasure in his expression, the way every part of him is glistening with sweat and how dishevled his hair is...
leon is beautiful and attractive in a way stahn has never seen before. the way he looks so pleased and excited, the pink in his cheeks from being overwhelmed, and even how he can't seem to open his eyes. add in the way leon still finds a way to bury a hand in his hair and he's just.... he's completely taken by the scene. for a minute, he almost forgets what he's doing because he can't believe how damn good leon looks.
and then it occurs to him it's because of what he's doing. it's because he could elicit this sort of response and that just seems to make stahn happier.]
I'm not done... [he huffs out, though this time it's a lot warmer and less demanding. he's going to finish leon off, whether it take a minute or an hour—he wants to bring leon to the top all on his own. and that's why after that moment passes, his mouth envelopes leon once again. rather than looking up at what leon is doing, he closes his eyes, focusing only on what he's doing. deliberate strokes, the bobbing of his head, tantalizing movements of his tongue and sucking earnestly. if it's been working all along, he may as well keep with the same pattern, though now it's with more focus and intensity than before.
if he's going to push leon over the edge, he's going to do it right, he's decided.]
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He's close, and he can feel it, and all he wants is to embrace it and go over the edge, and feel that pleasure. He doesn't have any thought in his mind now beside that, and then...
Stahn gives it to him.
With a look like that--with clear happiness in his expression, Leon watches Stahn shift back down to place his mouth on him, and the sight is so obscene that for a moment, that's almost enough to push Leon over the edge as it is. He drags in a ragged breath, eyes fixated on the picture Stahn makes like that, almost in some sort of fascination--
And then Stahn's focused movements get Leon to drop his head back to the mattress again, choking out a groan. He wasn't expecting Stahn to be...well, so determined, but in the face of that determination and focus and pure intent to make Leon feel good, he never stood a chance. He opens his mouth to say something--maybe to warn Stahn, since it seems polite since he does have his mouth on him and all--but he doesn't quite manage it; all that escapes him is a rasping, soft groan, and it sounds like it could've been the beginning of Stahn's name, but it's hardly properly formed at all.
Because then his entire body is tensing, head pressed back firmly against the bed and back arching slightly as he goes over the edge, mind blank entirely from pure pleasure. He's trying still to not cause Stahn to gag, but he's hardly aware of his surroundings at all; his hips do press forward slightly when he arches his back, before he finally slumps back to the bed, tension draining from his body completely as he does, capable of little more than breathing raggedly and tiredly.
There's definitely no doubt that Stahn did it right, because Leon's very much not moving, overwhelmed by the sensations, and mind honestly somewhat blown.]
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for himself, he increases the pace of his strokes as to not draw things out, but he's still somewhat relentlessly with leon; he stops explicitly sucking, but opens his mouth up a bit to draw back and roll his tongue over the skin—not that it matters too much, because as leon goes over the edge, it's impossible to avoid what comes along with it. it's warm, wet and sticky. it's in his mouth, on his lips and then some...
which is lewd and stunning and even stahn himself wasn't entirely prepared for it. but all the same, as leon's body slumps, stahn finds himself going over the edge from all of that—this was being able to taste leon in a surprising way, and the knowing that he could do something to push leon to those limits with such pleasure gives him enough of a thrill.
there's definitely double the mess here, with stahn still so close to leon, but he's hardly thinking about his own mess. if anything, his head clears a bit from that, having the sensation be so different than when leon is touching him. and that's why he pays little mind to it, drawing in a ragged breath before swallowing the contents in his mouth. he licks his lips clean and drags himself up a bit, though it's only to leon's stomach before stahn finally collapses against him, leaving his head to rest there as he catches his breath. he's still a little messy, but he doesn't care. stahn's had nothing but a satisfied smile on his face the whole time, once the initial surprise had passed.
he doesn't say anything yet either, preferring to just quietly lay against this person that he loves so much; he's incredibly satisfied by this outcome. he did what he set out to do, and based on the payout, he's sure he succeeded well. he satisfied leon on his own, and that kind of means everything right now.]
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But he does lift his head eventually, if to look at Stahn and see how he's doing, and that's when he sees the mess that was made, both from Leon and Stahn, and for a moment, all he can think is that it's really......... well, it's really, really hot.
That's a disgusting thought, he can't help but think. They're gross. It shouldn't be attractive in the least.
(But when he sees it, he thinks of Stahn, and the way Stahn had looked, eager and willing as he dipped his head between Leon's thighs, and then he has to breathe out shakily.)
Either way, Stahn sort of cleans things up a little, and then he's flopped on top of Leon, and there's a bit of a mess between them now, but Leon doesn't entirely care either. He's too content in this moment, too pleased to have Stahn there, and slowly he lifts a limp hand to start to vaguely run his fingers through Stahn's hair.
Maybe... just maybe, he's starting to see what Stahn was miffed about with him leaving so quickly. Right now, he wants nothing more than to just rest like this, Stahn pressed up against him--honestly, he wishes Stahn was closer than just on his stomach, but he's far too weak-limbed to move right now, and he has no intentions of disturbing the warm glow between the two of them by opening his mouth.
Instead... he just rests there, more relaxed than he typically ever is, almost entirely boneless and limp and satisfied, even as he gently runs his fingers through those strands of hair, tidying it almost on automatic.
That...was definitely something good. It was something very, very good, and Leon's pretty sure he wouldn't mind spending a few more of their mornings just like that.]
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stahn's already gone over the edge twice this morning, and he seems to have done a good job providing the same for leon—and even though they haven't been awake long, stahn already feels like he could go back to sleep.
it's warm like this, and even with the sweat and other fluids, stahn feels content and at peace like this, with leon stroking his hair and tidying it a bit. but... he wants more, even still. stahn knows it's so selfish to want so much from leon, but he can't seem to help himself.
so rather than remain as he his, stahn shimmies up to rest his head more properly on leon's chest, careful with where his weight presses and he heaves out a quiet breath. he's satisfied too, and that's why he'll tilt his head to look at leon.]
...Was it okay? [he'll be the one to eventually break the silence. still, there's a comfortable, warm (and maybe slightly goofy) smile that remains on his lips. he knows the answer, but maybe he wants to hear it directly from leon's mouth.
—not that he can guarantee a completely honest answer, though he hopes for one. even a simple hum of acknowledgment would be fine, but he really wants to hear from leon that what he did was something that could make leon happy and satisfy him. honestly—well, honestly, stahn enjoyed it a lot. even to the end, he took no issue with his own actions.
it's not something stahn ever thought he would do; it's not something he even ever considered as a possibility. but he went with what his body wanted, what his heart wanted, and what it felt like leon wanted...
and the result is something stahn could sincerely see himself doing again.
and again.
and again.
because for leon, he feels pretty sure that he would do just about anything.
right now, he's going to stay here in this position, but he really and honestly feels like he could do that often. he wants to see those things again, leon looking so blissful and satisfied, squirming and writhing and groaning—every last bit of it. he wasn't sure he could love leon any more than he already did, but every experience draws out new sides of him that stahn can't help but to fall more in love with daily.]
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This is fine. This is satisfaction on a completely different level from the night before. This is the satisfaction of knowing that he was able to please Stahn earlier, and in response Stahn took things to the next level to bring him that much pleasure. This is the satisfaction of knowing, from the stickiness between them still, that Stahn was able to get pleasure from their morning activities twice.
And, of course, it's the satisfaction of having gone over the edge with Stahn's mouth on him, because Leon is pretty sure he won't be able to forget that feeling any time soon.
And so, instead of a noncommittal hum, Leon sighs out quietly, eyes sliding shut even as he lets his head fall back onto the bed, for once not concerned with his disheveled appearance.]
Yes. It was...more than okay.
[He's almost painfully honest in this moment, but overwhelmed as he is by the warmth and afterglow, by how content he feels and the feeling of stahn resting on top of him equally contently.....he feels like he owes Stahn honesty, especially how he chose to bring them here.
If Stahn is willing to do things like that to make Leon feel good, then Leon can at least answer his question as honestly as he can, even if quietly, and still a little hazily.]
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his words are hazy and warm, but they're honest. what's more honest, though, it leon's body. everything about what they did was so honest. it's something being burned so completely into stahn's memory, committing it there because not much else could seem as important than the way leon let go of all his inhibitions because of the things stahn was doing to him. and further, that honesty lingers in the form of his warmth now.
fingers stroking his hair, the sensation of leon's hand on his back; even though they're a sticky, sweaty mess, they can still lay together so intimately this way and stahn knows it's because leon is actually happy and satisfied with things. for stahn, it's the most he could ever really ask for—everything is so warm right now. he lets out a quiet, pleased hum before his head dips back down, turning to lightly press his lips to leon's chest.
it's a stark contrast from earlier, of course. this kiss is soft and chaste and signifies that he's happy and satisfied, rather than seeking something out of a desire.]
Good. If you felt good... if you feel good, then I'm happy. [stahn can be painfully honest about things too, of course.
he may be the one who is prone to that naturally, but it's still not always the easiest to say in such blunt terms out loud. but in the end, all stahn had wanted was for leon to feel good and pleasured, so if he succeeded, how could he be anything but happy?
stahn hadn't been sure if his idea would work, and it did. and that's why he'll admit—more sheepishly, and burying his face into his chest:] I'd do it again, if you wanted me to.
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Physically, his warmth keeps Leon warm as drying sweat meets cooler air and he realizes he's not as hot as he was--but he's also warning in another way, from that kiss to those sheepish but determined words.
Leon settles with a pleased sigh, eyes sliding shut as he does. Honestly? It's incredibly giving. Stahn saying such things so sincerely but so caringly...saying that he would do something like that again for Leon...
It's overwhelming in a different way, in a more fragile, emotional way, and Leon's quiet for a long moment before he dips his head to press his lips to the top of Stahn's head, which he can do now that he's closer.
So his words, when he responds, are muffled...but even so, still audible.]
If you intend to do something like that for me again... Regardless, I intend for this relationship to be one of even exchange, and I will see to it that it is.
[So if Stahn is willing to do that for him...Leon is willing to do it for Stahn too, even if he still isn't quite sure how--Stahn wasn't sure either, but he made it work.
Leon just wants Stahn to know that it won't be all take and no give there.]
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