[Compromised. Right. He sure is now, when Togami brushes a hand against him; that feels like a leap from Point K straight over to Point. P maybe. Shut up.
The thing about Leon's underwear is that he's packed pretty tight into it. They're compression shorts, after all. There's no clear outline of anything like there might be otherwise, nothing easy to wrap any fingers around if someone (probably not Togami, let's be real here) were going for that. But that doesn't mean it's not obvious that yes, he is in fact—compromised, sure. Just because he's kind of squished in there doesn't mean he isn't pretty hard at the same time, and the firm bulge is unmistakable.
Or maybe it could be mistaken, but his reaction would be even harder to miss. He'd been half expecting that, because it was obviously what his own body was going for in pressing into Togami's hand like that . . . but that doesn't make it any less electrifying. He gasps, muffled against Togami's chest (but hot against the skin, and damp, lips dragging). And even though part of his mind wants to pull away and end this crazy shit, the whole of his body wants to press into it, and that's what he goes with in the end, hips bucking lightly forward.
And since this is fuckin' happening, it's not only going to happen to him. Leon takes another shuddery breath, rubbing his cheek vaguely against Togami's chest, and all at once, his own hand is down between Togami's legs. He's less hesitant about it in action, if not in thought. If he thinks about it too long he's going to chicken out, dammit.]
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The thing about Leon's underwear is that he's packed pretty tight into it. They're compression shorts, after all. There's no clear outline of anything like there might be otherwise, nothing easy to wrap any fingers around if someone (probably not Togami, let's be real here) were going for that. But that doesn't mean it's not obvious that yes, he is in fact—compromised, sure. Just because he's kind of squished in there doesn't mean he isn't pretty hard at the same time, and the firm bulge is unmistakable.
Or maybe it could be mistaken, but his reaction would be even harder to miss. He'd been half expecting that, because it was obviously what his own body was going for in pressing into Togami's hand like that . . . but that doesn't make it any less electrifying. He gasps, muffled against Togami's chest (but hot against the skin, and damp, lips dragging). And even though part of his mind wants to pull away and end this crazy shit, the whole of his body wants to press into it, and that's what he goes with in the end, hips bucking lightly forward.
And since this is fuckin' happening, it's not only going to happen to him. Leon takes another shuddery breath, rubbing his cheek vaguely against Togami's chest, and all at once, his own hand is down between Togami's legs. He's less hesitant about it in action, if not in thought. If he thinks about it too long he's going to chicken out, dammit.]