[Seeing Togami thrown off is definitely rewarding in its own way. Especially if it's the good kind of thrown off, and Leon hopes it was. He wants to keep doing it. More of everything—more of those tiny noises, more touching, more kissing, more of his weirdly charming faltering . . . just more.
Togami's shirt buttons in the opposite way from a girl's, which trips Leon up a little, but then he's got the hang of it, working his way down one-handed. Sliding his hand in under the fabric once he's opened up enough of a gap is the first really different moment—because there's nothing there. No bra to fumble with. Nothing that would go in a bra. It's just flat, warm skin over firm muscle and bone.
Leon's mostly thinking about lips right now, and warmth. The hand on his own chest (it's nice) and the fact that a body stretched out under his hips is beginning to make him react. But his hand, drifting around for something to touch where it's used to finding something else, creeps over Togami's heartbeat to feel that instead.]
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Togami's shirt buttons in the opposite way from a girl's, which trips Leon up a little, but then he's got the hang of it, working his way down one-handed. Sliding his hand in under the fabric once he's opened up enough of a gap is the first really different moment—because there's nothing there. No bra to fumble with. Nothing that would go in a bra. It's just flat, warm skin over firm muscle and bone.
Leon's mostly thinking about lips right now, and warmth. The hand on his own chest (it's nice) and the fact that a body stretched out under his hips is beginning to make him react. But his hand, drifting around for something to touch where it's used to finding something else, creeps over Togami's heartbeat to feel that instead.]