[Well, he'd been right in a way. That did break some of the spell over them. But . . . in a good way, for Leon, and that he hadn't been expecting. What he'd worried about was speaking up and all of the erotic tension going out of the moment; instead it's the nervous tension that starts to ebb off, leaving only the smug, fond(?) pleasure of the moment behind.
For him, anyway.
Because that's hot, and it's cute. He's reminded again of the way girls are when he's getting touchy under their skirts and they're nervous about encouraging him, even though they clearly like it and want to. But his hand isn't under a skirt—it's resting between a dude's legs, and now, finally, creeping into his open fly to cup over his underwear, putting that much less material between his fingers and the point of no return.
Which he's starting to get pretty eager to touch.
It's familiar, actually. Obviously, maybe, though he hadn't thought it would be. He knows what an erection feels like under a pair of underwear, because he has a lot of them and he owns underwear. And it feels like that, with the only difference being that instead of him feeling the relief of touching himself when he does this, he gets to see Togami squirm and fluster, and that's seriously, seriously not a bad trade-off. His body is making him very aware of how much he likes that trade-off right now. Leon can hear his own blood thumping through his ears and feel it beating hard in his veins.
What kind of underwear does Togami even wear? What's it feel like? How big is his dick, actually? Just how hard is it right now? These are all pressing questions in his mind, which he investigates with his hand, curling his fingers around him and stroking him curiously. Investigating. But his gaze is still locked on Togami's face, because he likes and is curious about that too.]
That's what? "The point"? That's totally the point . . . you're supposed to like it. Mmm . . .
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For him, anyway.
Because that's hot, and it's cute. He's reminded again of the way girls are when he's getting touchy under their skirts and they're nervous about encouraging him, even though they clearly like it and want to. But his hand isn't under a skirt—it's resting between a dude's legs, and now, finally, creeping into his open fly to cup over his underwear, putting that much less material between his fingers and the point of no return.
Which he's starting to get pretty eager to touch.
It's familiar, actually. Obviously, maybe, though he hadn't thought it would be. He knows what an erection feels like under a pair of underwear, because he has a lot of them and he owns underwear. And it feels like that, with the only difference being that instead of him feeling the relief of touching himself when he does this, he gets to see Togami squirm and fluster, and that's seriously, seriously not a bad trade-off. His body is making him very aware of how much he likes that trade-off right now. Leon can hear his own blood thumping through his ears and feel it beating hard in his veins.
What kind of underwear does Togami even wear? What's it feel like? How big is his dick, actually? Just how hard is it right now? These are all pressing questions in his mind, which he investigates with his hand, curling his fingers around him and stroking him curiously. Investigating. But his gaze is still locked on Togami's face, because he likes and is curious about that too.]
That's what? "The point"? That's totally the point . . . you're supposed to like it. Mmm . . .