[Here's hoping CERES isn't employing any voyeurs, at least not of that particular sort.
It takes Leon off guard when Togami goes right for his pants. What a—weird choice. All at once he's overthinking again: why that first thing? Is he in a rush? But he's not acting rushed about it . . . so why start there? Maybe just to keep his arms out of the way of Leon's arms, which are working Togami's tie loose and off, and then he's left staring down at this elite motherfucker wearing a suit on his bed.
(He looks great like this. There's just something about a guy—a person—all dressed up but slowly getting wrecked, hair in disarray, face flushed . . . )
Forget it. He shoves away all of his overthinking again; it's just making things awkward, while the greater part of him wants to make things fun. He is having fun. He is, so his choices are to either
1. stop having fun and preserve his self-image but not get to have any fun and probably obsess for the next three months again over the fact that he still wants to have some Togami fun
2. overthink every fucking thing and take the fun out of it, but still do it anyway, completely stripping this experience of anything positive it might offer
3. just have the damn fun.
He can only do so much from moment to moment to control which of those things he's picking, but dammit, he really needs to lean as hard as he can towards 3.
And he is.
Leon sits up a little to fuss with Togami's jacket. He's wearing a belt himself, and shorts, so it'll take a little more than tugging to get them down, but it's not exactly a chastity belt even for the impassioned and/or inexperienced.]
Heh . . . if you're in a rush, you should've thought of that before you put on like sixty layers.
[He grins, pausing to sweep his hair back from his own face and catch his breath. But he doesn't make any move to stop Togami from getting his belt unbuckled.]
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It takes Leon off guard when Togami goes right for his pants. What a—weird choice. All at once he's overthinking again: why that first thing? Is he in a rush? But he's not acting rushed about it . . . so why start there? Maybe just to keep his arms out of the way of Leon's arms, which are working Togami's tie loose and off, and then he's left staring down at this elite motherfucker wearing a suit on his bed.
(He looks great like this. There's just something about a guy—a person—all dressed up but slowly getting wrecked, hair in disarray, face flushed . . . )
Forget it. He shoves away all of his overthinking again; it's just making things awkward, while the greater part of him wants to make things fun. He is having fun. He is, so his choices are to either
1. stop having fun and preserve his self-image but not get to have any fun and probably obsess for the next three months again over the fact that he still wants to have some Togami fun
2. overthink every fucking thing and take the fun out of it, but still do it anyway, completely stripping this experience of anything positive it might offer
3. just have the damn fun.
He can only do so much from moment to moment to control which of those things he's picking, but dammit, he really needs to lean as hard as he can towards 3.
And he is.
Leon sits up a little to fuss with Togami's jacket. He's wearing a belt himself, and shorts, so it'll take a little more than tugging to get them down, but it's not exactly a chastity belt even for the impassioned and/or inexperienced.]
Heh . . . if you're in a rush, you should've thought of that before you put on like sixty layers.
[He grins, pausing to sweep his hair back from his own face and catch his breath. But he doesn't make any move to stop Togami from getting his belt unbuckled.]