[ There's something very obscene about Leon's cock pressing up against him. He doesn't really care in the opposite direction; whatever parts of Leon are used to please him, Leon's body isn't sacred in the same way. But his own body is so untouchable that even when he's consciously choosing to let someone touch it, for their own pleasure along with his, his stomach still twists reflexively at the very concept of someone using his body as a tool to please themselves.
But it might not be pure revulsion filling up inside. Maybe it's also a bit of a thrill, to have his lofty reputation dragged down to a primal physical level, when he gave his consent, when there aren't any dire consequences—
He doesn't quite realize that he forgot to start kissing again after a momentary gasp, his lips still parted, but not actively moving. He's instead focused on reaching for that lotion that was dropped on the bed, to try and see what it is. ]
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[ There's something very obscene about Leon's cock pressing up against him. He doesn't really care in the opposite direction; whatever parts of Leon are used to please him, Leon's body isn't sacred in the same way. But his own body is so untouchable that even when he's consciously choosing to let someone touch it, for their own pleasure along with his, his stomach still twists reflexively at the very concept of someone using his body as a tool to please themselves.
But it might not be pure revulsion filling up inside. Maybe it's also a bit of a thrill, to have his lofty reputation dragged down to a primal physical level, when he gave his consent, when there aren't any dire consequences—
He doesn't quite realize that he forgot to start kissing again after a momentary gasp, his lips still parted, but not actively moving. He's instead focused on reaching for that lotion that was dropped on the bed, to try and see what it is. ]