[ It's only partway through that hickey that he becomes aware that it's definitely going to leave a mark. He's not sure how he feels about that, nor does he know how he feels about Leon slipping between his thighs—or, no, that's not correct. He doesn't know how to intellectually determine why he feels the way he does, but the way he feels is actually quite simple: it's really hot.
He's also not sure what to do with himself in that case, though. This thigh thing isn't going to last if he parts his legs, so he presses them closer together instead. But that limits his own mobility. With a frustrated sigh, he just presses down hard on Leon's back to press him closer up against his cock that way. There. If he can't reach the friction, the friction can reach him. ]
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[ It's only partway through that hickey that he becomes aware that it's definitely going to leave a mark. He's not sure how he feels about that, nor does he know how he feels about Leon slipping between his thighs—or, no, that's not correct. He doesn't know how to intellectually determine why he feels the way he does, but the way he feels is actually quite simple: it's really hot.
He's also not sure what to do with himself in that case, though. This thigh thing isn't going to last if he parts his legs, so he presses them closer together instead. But that limits his own mobility. With a frustrated sigh, he just presses down hard on Leon's back to press him closer up against his cock that way. There. If he can't reach the friction, the friction can reach him. ]