[It's not like Togami's the only one who has to deal with the emotional complications of hands touching dicks right now. Leon's got two of those to worry about: his own and Togami's. And they're happening at the same time, which is pretty overwhelming.
His shorts are loose, but his underwear is tight; still, it peels down and around his thighs without too much trouble, exposing him. It's not like he was trying to hide that he's turned on before, but suddenly here he is, completely unable to hide it if he did want to. A choked little sound strangles in his throat, and he can't help but look down his own body, which feels like it's blushing all the way down his neck and chest and maybe even down to his cock itself. (It's not, but it's a lot of bare skin exposed, and seeing it makes this feel abruptly very, very real. Heavily real.)
And there's his hand also between Togami's legs, he can see that too, and that's . . .
. . . It's hot. He can't deny it. Leon hadn't been sure what he'd think about touching a dick until he had one kind of in his hand. Now he does, and it's hot. He has definitely 100% never thought of himself as a guy who likes dicks, but here he is feeling the warm pressure of it against his fingers, and there's something erotic about it in a deep-down primal kind of way he didn't expect. Maybe it's because it's for him. I did this to this asshole. I did this and he likes it.
He wants to see it.
So it's time to get that belt off and Togami's pants open, so that they're on even ground here. Leon fumbles one-handed with that, taking a shaky breath. It's embarrassing to be clumsy about it, but it also means his hand rubbing more accidentally between Togami's legs too, feeling him up through his pants, which he's finding he likes a whole lot.
As he starts shoving them down, it feels like there's some spell going on over both of them that he'll only break if he says anything; the thought terrifies him. And yet it's like an itch he can't stand not to scratch. He has to. He wants to hear while he sees.]
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His shorts are loose, but his underwear is tight; still, it peels down and around his thighs without too much trouble, exposing him. It's not like he was trying to hide that he's turned on before, but suddenly here he is, completely unable to hide it if he did want to. A choked little sound strangles in his throat, and he can't help but look down his own body, which feels like it's blushing all the way down his neck and chest and maybe even down to his cock itself. (It's not, but it's a lot of bare skin exposed, and seeing it makes this feel abruptly very, very real. Heavily real.)
And there's his hand also between Togami's legs, he can see that too, and that's . . .
. . . It's hot. He can't deny it. Leon hadn't been sure what he'd think about touching a dick until he had one kind of in his hand. Now he does, and it's hot. He has definitely 100% never thought of himself as a guy who likes dicks, but here he is feeling the warm pressure of it against his fingers, and there's something erotic about it in a deep-down primal kind of way he didn't expect. Maybe it's because it's for him. I did this to this asshole. I did this and he likes it.
He wants to see it.
So it's time to get that belt off and Togami's pants open, so that they're on even ground here. Leon fumbles one-handed with that, taking a shaky breath. It's embarrassing to be clumsy about it, but it also means his hand rubbing more accidentally between Togami's legs too, feeling him up through his pants, which he's finding he likes a whole lot.
As he starts shoving them down, it feels like there's some spell going on over both of them that he'll only break if he says anything; the thought terrifies him. And yet it's like an itch he can't stand not to scratch. He has to. He wants to hear while he sees.]
—You like this.
[Finally.]