Dude . . . that whole thing was a joke. But if you're saying maybe this could happen more than once a year, I'm pretty sure I'd be into that.
[Hopefully not to barnacle levels, for Togami's sake. And of course there's still the chance something could go wrong and this could end up being really shitty sex. But right now, that's not what's happening. At the moment, this is pretty minimal as far as sexual contact goes, but hell, he's enjoying everything about it, to his surprise, and he does want more.
He watches both Togami's face and his own hand, and thinks about how on some deep, primal level beyond his brain's control, it feels like he should be touching Togami's dick with his mouth right now—as if that's the natural way of things, the next step in the progression as dictated by the gods themselves, that Leon should get down there and touch it with his lips and tongue, and then deeper than that—
His teeth drag out over his lip as he watches his hand, distracted by the thoughts—and not in a bad way—but he's also pretty sure he's not actually ready for that yet. The part of himself that is still controlled by his brain is a bit less enthusiastic about dick anywhere near his mouth. But maybe that's some insight into how the blowjob was invented in the first place?
He does want more something, though. He can tell Togami is enjoying this, but he wants him to enjoy it more, maybe enough more that he stops all that holding back he's obviously doing. The challenge here is kind of thrilling . . .
Well, there's at least one thing he knows for sure feels good when it comes to hands and dicks. He pauses in his stroking to lean up and over Togami and fumble for the drawer of his nightstand.
Changing positions like that finally brings him close to Togami's face again, though, and he can't help himself—there he is right there, breathing hard and biting back his reactions. It's a good look on him. It's too inviting. Leon's own expression is warm and dark and hazy with want, in the brief moment Togami might see it before Leon kisses him again.]
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[Hopefully not to barnacle levels, for Togami's sake. And of course there's still the chance something could go wrong and this could end up being really shitty sex. But right now, that's not what's happening. At the moment, this is pretty minimal as far as sexual contact goes, but hell, he's enjoying everything about it, to his surprise, and he does want more.
He watches both Togami's face and his own hand, and thinks about how on some deep, primal level beyond his brain's control, it feels like he should be touching Togami's dick with his mouth right now—as if that's the natural way of things, the next step in the progression as dictated by the gods themselves, that Leon should get down there and touch it with his lips and tongue, and then deeper than that—
His teeth drag out over his lip as he watches his hand, distracted by the thoughts—and not in a bad way—but he's also pretty sure he's not actually ready for that yet. The part of himself that is still controlled by his brain is a bit less enthusiastic about dick anywhere near his mouth. But maybe that's some insight into how the blowjob was invented in the first place?
He does want more something, though. He can tell Togami is enjoying this, but he wants him to enjoy it more, maybe enough more that he stops all that holding back he's obviously doing. The challenge here is kind of thrilling . . .
Well, there's at least one thing he knows for sure feels good when it comes to hands and dicks. He pauses in his stroking to lean up and over Togami and fumble for the drawer of his nightstand.
Changing positions like that finally brings him close to Togami's face again, though, and he can't help himself—there he is right there, breathing hard and biting back his reactions. It's a good look on him. It's too inviting. Leon's own expression is warm and dark and hazy with want, in the brief moment Togami might see it before Leon kisses him again.]