[The overthinking everything is in fact getting kind of old. More to the point, though, it's getting harder and harder to do—which probably means this is going . . . well. Yeah. Definitely going just fine. Leon settles against Togami heavily on the bed, legs tangling with his legs, nipping at his lips to chase that sound. That's it, that's what gets him: not only does making out feel good, and he's missed it so fucking much, but even this prissy ice king over here is getting into it . . .
It's hot. Even if it's a guy's voice moaning against his lips, it's still hot.
And it's good being pressed up against someone's body, too, good enough that Leon half-thinks (that's where his mental capacity is at this point, around half-thinking range) that it'd be even better if they had less clothes on. That idea doesn't jive well with just having pressed his whole body hard up against Togami's, but hey, nobody's perfect. He'll just have to make do. He can at least start without having to pull away again.
He goes for the tie first, fingers creeping up to begin tugging it loose.]
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It's hot. Even if it's a guy's voice moaning against his lips, it's still hot.
And it's good being pressed up against someone's body, too, good enough that Leon half-thinks (that's where his mental capacity is at this point, around half-thinking range) that it'd be even better if they had less clothes on. That idea doesn't jive well with just having pressed his whole body hard up against Togami's, but hey, nobody's perfect. He'll just have to make do. He can at least start without having to pull away again.
He goes for the tie first, fingers creeping up to begin tugging it loose.]