[Leon's not sure how to take that pause, but it's pretty obvious how it echoes his own. And he sure knows why he fumbled there. So maybe that's an encouraging sign; Togami isn't the only one having a moment here, of "it's pretty hot when the other person's getting into it too." At least on Leon's part that's not exactly a surprise. (It does add a little to the complications of sexual orientation here—it's got to be pretty gay to get off on a guy getting off, right?—but by now he's having more success shoving those problems aside, at least for the moment.)
The point is, he notices, and he feels a rush. His mouth feels dry and his throat thick and choked. His fingertips tingle hotly, pressed up against Togami's back where he'd yanked his shirt up, and he wonders for a second if Togami can feel them vibrating against his skin—that's dumb, but—
Now that they've paused, the only way to go is forward. He knows that. They're at a point where they either move on or stop entirely . . . and Leon definitely doesn't want to stop entirely. So onward it is. There could be more skin touching, he thinks, and then he shifts on top of Togami, rubbing against him again low down their bodies in a way that's definitely edging on dangerous, but for now he's just squirming his hand up between them to start working on the buttons of his shirt. That's all. Even if that shifting around was a bit deliberate, he can start there first.
And—
He wants Togami to know he liked it, too, he realizes; he wants to encourage him. More of that, keep doing that. His throat works audibly while the two of them are frozen like that, and then Leon brushes their lips together again—more shallow, but insistently—and makes an encouraging, wordless sound right into his mouth.]
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The point is, he notices, and he feels a rush. His mouth feels dry and his throat thick and choked. His fingertips tingle hotly, pressed up against Togami's back where he'd yanked his shirt up, and he wonders for a second if Togami can feel them vibrating against his skin—that's dumb, but—
Now that they've paused, the only way to go is forward. He knows that. They're at a point where they either move on or stop entirely . . . and Leon definitely doesn't want to stop entirely. So onward it is. There could be more skin touching, he thinks, and then he shifts on top of Togami, rubbing against him again low down their bodies in a way that's definitely edging on dangerous, but for now he's just squirming his hand up between them to start working on the buttons of his shirt. That's all. Even if that shifting around was a bit deliberate, he can start there first.
And—
He wants Togami to know he liked it, too, he realizes; he wants to encourage him. More of that, keep doing that. His throat works audibly while the two of them are frozen like that, and then Leon brushes their lips together again—more shallow, but insistently—and makes an encouraging, wordless sound right into his mouth.]