realpolitik | Leon Magnus | Stahn Aileron

[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.]

[Stahn won't have any reason to worry, honestly.

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.]

[minor snafu with gagging aside, this is going the best it possibly could, stahn thinks.

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.]

[When Stahn pauses, Leon finally manages to open his eyes, if barely. His breathing is still uneven and ragged and shuddering, shifting from barely breathing at all to deep, gulping inhales from moment to moment, but at the very least, he manages to meet Stahn's gaze. Stahn's hand on him is still a lot, of course, and he's still very much prone, unable to do anything but open his eyes, unable to move at all beyond the slight shift of his hips.

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.]

[stahn does start to pull back slightly when he feels leon's body start to tense up. he knows the signs of what's about to come, but he doesn't let up completely.

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.]

[They both definitely weren't prepared for this. Leon will realize in a moment--at first, he's slumped and exhausted in the best of ways, body utterly blissed out. He doesn't even bother to lift his head for a long moment, just taking the moment to breathe and enjoy the way that everything feels, perfect and sublimely content in this moment--

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.]

[it feels like a lot of effort to move, honestly.

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.]

[If it was any other time, a hum of acknowledgement is probably all stahn would've gotten. But even as Stahn shimmies up to lie more properly on top of Leon, their bodies coming together in a way that's purely innocent and warm, especially in contrast to just a few moments before, it does nothing but make Leon feel even more satisfied and content. His hands continue their idle movements, running through Stahn's hair contentedly, his other hand resting innocently and lightly on Stahn's lower back as he just...relaxes against the bed beneath Stahn.

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.]

[the answer he gets is more than he expects from leon, and that in itself makes the situation somehow warmer and more rewarding.

his words are hazy and warm, but they're honest. what's more honest, though, it leon's body. everything about what they did was so honest. it's something being burned so completely into stahn's memory, committing it there because not much else could seem as important than the way leon let go of all his inhibitions because of the things stahn was doing to him. and further, that honesty lingers in the form of his warmth now.

fingers stroking his hair, the sensation of leon's hand on his back; even though they're a sticky, sweaty mess, they can still lay together so intimately this way and stahn knows it's because leon is actually happy and satisfied with things. for stahn, it's the most he could ever really ask for—everything is so warm right now. he lets out a quiet, pleased hum before his head dips back down, turning to lightly press his lips to leon's chest.

it's a stark contrast from earlier, of course. this kiss is soft and chaste and signifies that he's happy and satisfied, rather than seeking something out of a desire.]

Good. If you felt good... if you feel good, then I'm happy. [stahn can be painfully honest about things too, of course.

he may be the one who is prone to that naturally, but it's still not always the easiest to say in such blunt terms out loud. but in the end, all stahn had wanted was for leon to feel good and pleasured, so if he succeeded, how could he be anything but happy?

stahn hadn't been sure if his idea would work, and it did. and that's why he'll admit—more sheepishly, and burying his face into his chest:] I'd do it again, if you wanted me to.

[Stahn is truly so warm.

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.]

Mm... if you're comfortable with that.

[he mumbles it quietly into leon's chest, shifting slightly in order to nuzzle a little closer. any distance seems like it would be too much distance for him right now, and stahn is content to press him body as closely as he can to leon.

stahn knows all too well that this isn't the sort of thing either of them could have anticipated; his actions had been born from curiosity rather than intent. he wanted to learn leon's body and what made him happy, and he wanted to see if doing those sorts of things was... something they could do. he's learned now, and he's more than willing to do that again from start to finish for leon's sake—he enjoyed it to the end, even with the new, unfamiliar taste that still lingers on his tongue.

but he doesn't have these expectations of leon. he doesn't expect leon to be willing to do the same for him, especially when this is... only the second time they've really done anything intimate at all. he wants to make that much clear; he won't say no if it's something leon wants to do—admittedly, it sends a shiver down his spine to think of the positions being reversed with leon in such a lewd position—but it's not something he would force or expect.]

I don't... I don't expect anything like that. I wanted to do that, I... wanted to see if you would like it. [he's still murmuring the words into leon's chest; it's strangely embarrassing to try and directly address it aloud even after leon saw him in that state (and vice versa).] So... I just want you to do what you're okay with. I'm happy enough like that.

[and it's true. because even if the image floats in his mind of leon's mouth on him like that, he would never force that situation. he would never want to do anything that makes him uncomfortable or unhappy, and that's why even now, he still treads somewhat cautiously with helping leon adjust and dealing with his boundaries.

he's happy though, even just the suggestion makes him happy.]

[It isn't as though he can't feel the shiver with Stahn pressed as closely as he is. Leon muses on it for a long moment, considering.

It's true that he's never really thought about it. He could try it, but he doesn't know if he'll succeed. But even so...these previous two sessions of intimacy have made it clear for Leon if nothing else--it's fine.

It's fine that he can do whatever he thinks will bring Stahn pleasure and enjoyment. It's fine that he can explore Stahn's body as he pleases and bring him that sort of bliss at the same time.

And there's a lot of Stahn's body Leon still intends to explore.

Admittedly, he does balk a little at the thought of using his mouth, because he's a finicky, delicate sort of person, but when he thinks about how it's Stahn....how he does love Stahn, and stahn knows how he tastes now but not the other way around--

He thinks that he'll have to do it.

And he wants to render Stahn into a shuddering mess too; he's aware that he himself was a mess for awhile there, and he'd like the revenge he needs for that.]

I understand. But even so, what I said stands as well. I am willing.

So--

[he lifts his head then and meets Stahn's face to continue but...then as he meets Stahn's face, lucid and aware and coming back to himself finally, the image of stahn with his face a mess, but licking his lips--it comes into his mind unbidden, and then Leon goes fully red, burying his face immediately into Stahn's hair.

That really happened.

That.........really happened. Holy shit.]

[it's not like stahn has much time to consider anything else—though he can feel his own cheeks flushing red when leon says he's willing.

how could he not react to that? it's an image that he'd like to see; leon in control, working with his lips, his tongue and his whole mouth in a similar way is just... well, equal parts embarrassing and exciting, though he does manage to retain his composure for the most part. that'll change when it actually happens and the image becomes burned in his memory—

but leon stops mid-sentence, and suddenly he can feel leon burying himself into his hair, and stahn is a bit surprised. naturally, he has no idea what leon is thinking; the idea that he's picturing stahn as he was just a few minutes earlier doesn't occur to him at all. he assumes it's because of what they're talking about, that maybe leon is having second thoughts to committing himself to acting out in such a lewd and intimate way.]

...It's okay. [he assures; his assumption is totally off the mark, but what else is he supposed to think?] I don't want you to push yourself.

[Ugh.

Ugh. Of course Stahn gets the wrong idea there. But Leon really can't let it stand; he scoffs, shaking his head shortly, and snaps back--]

It is not that. It is just--

[He tries for words and...fails, burying his face more firmly into Stahn's hair, trying so hard to come up with what to say that will explain it without embarrassing the both of them too badly.

But in the end, embarrassment is what it'll be.]

... The way you looked, after that. The way you-- [How you licked your lips. How satisfied you looked.

Leon really can't bring up any more words; he just groans under his breath, and it's a mostly frustrated sound but there's still a hint there of just how intensely pleasurable it was to see even so in the noise, because...well, it was. It was obscene and it was attractive, and Leon doesn't even know how to begin parsing those feelings.]

The way... I looked?

[there's a short pause where stahn is a bit surprised and puzzled by it. of course, he needs a second to do the math on what he meant.

or at least, mostly what he meant.]

A...ah...

[he chuckles a bit sheepishly. he's not really thinking about the way he looked after leon came; that was just the end result and something he bore and dealt with. but when he thinks about how he wants to see leon in a similar position...

well, he can understand that much at least. maybe. he doesn't want to assume, maybe he didn't look so good at all.] Was it too much...?

[Leon just makes another muffled, aggravated noise.

But.

Then he shakes his head.

No.

No it wasn't too much.

But he doesn't really know how to put that into words for Stahn, so hopefully he can just feel the shaking of Leon's head, because he's mortified to admit that...well.

He liked it.]

[is he... shaking his head?

it seems like it, but it's kind of hard for stahn to tell in this position. but he'll take the guess and try to speak where leon can't. isn't that what he should be able to do?]

Then... is it...

[okay.

maybe that's harder for stahn to say out loud than he thought.

why does it feel so much more provocative like this? what's done is done already, but still.]

Did...

[his voice sounds surprisingly small; he's definitely embarrassed here too.]

Did you like it?

[They're both embarrassed here, and if Stahn thinks he's going to get a sincere response to that, Stahn needs to rethink things here.

Leon's being a lot more open and honest than usual, yes, but he's too embarrassed by this by far; he makes a small noise, more an "ugh" than anything at the fact that Stahn even asked, and then...he doesn't say anything, barely breathing.

But.

The fact that he isn't outright and clearly proclaiming that he didn't like it?

It's pretty obvious even so, coming from Leon.]

[okay, he should have expected that.

it is pretty telling, but all that does is embarrass stahn more, honestly. he doesn't know what he looked like in that position, but it couldn't have been bad if leon liked it, right?

right?

he doesn't know. all stahn knows is he can't resist the urge to bury his face into leon's chest; leon can probably feel the heat from how much he's blushing right now.]

I hope you liked it. [he mumbles, quieter than before. ugh.

ughhh.

he's embarrassed, and he's pretty sure this is the most embarrassed he's ever been in front of leon ever.] Because... I did.

[yeah, he's sure spitting out that last one really fast and rushed, too, as if that's the only way he can admit how much he enjoyed leon's taste and being able to make him moan that way.]

[It's embarrassing for the both of them, that's for sure--Leon can feel Stahn bury his warm face into his chest and for a long moment, he's quiet. He's reeling a little from the realization that he really did like seeing Stahn that way...and the realization as well that Stahn liked it too.

Stahn... liked it?

Stahn liked... what he did? And how that felt? It's hard to imagine for someone as picky and troublesome as Leon, and in a way that embarrasses him too, but...

If Stahn liked it too, then... that's fine.

It's definitely fine. And he draws in a slow breath, letting it out slowly and only a little shakily.]

Then... it is fine. We...are in agreement here, so there is no need to be concerned with it.

Ri... right.

[stahn breathes out the word quietly. there's nothing to be concerned about. they're old enough to make these choices, and if they're both happy about this, then it's okay.

somehow, embarrassed as he is, he feels a bit settled in hearing leon say that. which... well, it really only makes him nuzzle in closer.]

I never.. really thought about these things before.

[he'll admit sheepishly; really, he only admits it because it's leon and because he thinks that maybe it'll clear up any notion that stahn has any idea what he's doing here.

this is all so new to him and while he's known for a while that he's attracted to leon and wanted to eventually be intimate with him, he never thought about what that entailed. and he certainly never thought about using his mouth that way, or that he would taste everything leon had to offer.

it's new. it's so new and he doesn't really know much about what to think of it either.

(aside from that he likes it and would do it again. and again. and again.)]

[Honestly? The longer they remain here, as the happy afterglow fades away, the more aware Leon is that they're sticky and gross.

But he's trying really hard not to ruin the moment, after what happened the last time he did, so instead he remains and suffers.

Stahn's words are a pretty good distraction, though. He knew that Stahn had never thought about it, of course, because he's Stahn--that's a given. Stahn had never done things like this before with anyone else. Stahn would only do this sort of thing with someone special. He's a sap like that.

In contrast... Leon hasn't done this before either, but it was solely a matter of trust. Now that he's fully and completely given Stahn his trust? It really doesn't matter what he wants to do.

Leon trusts him, so Leon will do it.

So in response to that, he just quietly clears his throat.]

... Yes, well. I was somewhat aware of many of these situations, but... [Look, being around soldiers all his life has done wonders for the things he's aware of, sexually.]

I have no interest in any of this aside from with you. Whatever it is we decide to do...

[He just breathes out then, calmly, settled and certain now.]

I will be satisfied with that.

[the afterglow is remaining just a little longer for stahn, but at least if leon is to suggest that they clean up, it'll be okay. they're together, and they can clean up together too. it's a little different than the blunt way that leon left before.

but that still has to wait a bit, because what leon says seems to strike something in him. it's not really that surprising to him that leon would be more informed about these things despite his lack of experience—to him, leon is smart and worldly, so it makes sense that he would know things stahn doesn't, even about this.

stahn grew up on a farm, after all. he was raised with pretty traditional values and while who he loves isn't an issue, he does believe in only giving his all this way to someone he loves. leon is special to him in every single way, and he wants to give everything to him for that reason.]

Yeah. If... if it's you, then it's okay. [quietly, he'll admit that.

it's not as if stahn really has any doubts about it, and it's not like there was really any other option. but when he's feeling so sheepish and embarrassed for how much they've exposed so quickly, it brings him a certain kind of calm.

—funny how that goes, that somehow, stahn is the one that ends up a bit scandalized by things, but his sheltered ways contribute to that a lot.]

I don't know what else will happen... I'm still trying to figure it out.

But... if I can make you happy, then I'll do whatever it takes. [it's...

well, it's a very stahn sort of admission. it's earnest and sentimental, it's sincere and full of love—he doesn't just mean in bed, after all. not entirely, even if that's mostly what he means right now.]

[It's an incredibly pure sentiment from stahn. That stahn would do whatever it takes to make Leon happy....that he'd give his all to do just that when he's still so uncertain about this entire situation...

Leon pulls away from Stahn's hair, but just to lean down, reaching out with a hand to gently lift his chin away from Leon's chest.

And then gently, he presses his lips to Stahn's, trying his best to be reassuring.]

If it is only with you, then I have no issues with whatever it may be that we decide to do.

[That much he's certain of.]

And I will not lead you astray.

[well.

well.

okay, if there's one thing in this world that stahn doesn't expect, it's for leon to say something so pure and sentimental. he's used to leon giving him gentle, assuring kisses (and they always work), but with words?

with words, it's so unfamiliar in the best way possible, and that's why there's a brief moment where surprise lines his features, though it melts into a warm, content smile.]

I know. If it's you... I know you won't. [he believes that wholeheartedly; there's never been a single time in his life where his trust in leon has faltered, and now is no exception.] I wouldn't trust anyone else with it but...

I trust you, Emilio. [that he can say even more earnestly, because he trusts leon with every part of him, head to toe and inside-out.]

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