[ Ugh! He can't... actually argue that. Saying that didn't count would imply that there are circumstances in which it would "count", which is not a road he wants to walk down.
But: ] And you were there for that, so shouldn't you already know the answer to that question?
[Which had been for the best. He would have freaked out even more if he'd known it was coming . . .
And they wouldn't be in this situation now, would they? He's almost positive things wouldn't have come to this weird point if they hadn't been semi-forced into that incident before, and enjoyed it. Because they had. Leon definitely had, and as subtle and understated (to put it politely; "repressed" might be more like it) as Togami is, he had, too.
And now here he is, still pretty much acting like he's above all that.
Wouldn't it be kind of hot to prove to him he isn't?
That thought intrudes on the others, and Leon's not sure yet how to cope with it, but—he can't deny it, either. He shifts a little closer still, arm coming up to drape along the back of the couch, cheeks pinking just a bit deeper. Ahem.]
. . . So then how exactly do you expect that stuff to happen?
...Well, the circumstances were different then. [ He finds himself forced to admit at least some kind of difference. ] That was for my own short-term benefit. This would be more of a mutual arrangement. [ He's at least referring to "this", while Leon is still speaking in more distant hypotheticals. ] I wouldn't get anything out of it unless you also explicitly consented and had a similar goal, so I don't see how any action could be taken without prior agreement. Don't you think so?
[ He finally looks back to make eye contact with Leon for the first time in a while. ]
But you refuse to commit to an answer about the specific situation that we are currently in. So how do you expect anything to happen?
[He's not expecting the eye contact, and flushes a little when it's made—but this time he doesn't look away.
It might just be that in the end, what finally pushes him over is shutting Togami up. Not that he's offended or anything. If he were forced to admit it . . . he can't really argue. Those are some very good points about consent and communication, and Leon may be—himself, but he's not about to write off the value of those things.
And he's saying yes. To this . . . "mutual arrangement."
But does he have to be so Togami about it?
Leon likes Togami. Despite bullshit like this, he likes him, or he wouldn't be doing this at all. But there's something about Togami being extra Togami that makes Leon want to be extra Leon, and that's why his response to that question is to lean in, lift one hand to cup around the back of Togami's neck, and press their lips together.
He's not going for it yet or anything; he breaks the kiss after a few seconds, though he doesn't really pull back so much as just smile and withdraw by, like, a centimeter.
That's certainly something happening, although it's more of an upheaval for how gentle it is. Something about tender intimacy makes his skin crawl with an alien sensation. Does sex have to have the kissing part? It hadn't been that bad before, though. And it wasn't "bad" just now either, on a purely physical level. Maybe he needs to set the pace more clearly.
After a brief frown, he leans in to close the gap between them again, kissing Leon more firmly. ]
[The kissing part is—gayer than the actual sex, right? Isn't that how it works? It's not like Leon hasn't done a bit of internet exploration on the topic before . . . especially in the last couple months, to be honest. But he'd just gone ahead and done it, just now. Does that make him—?!
God. Shit. He can't get all caught up thinking about that right now. Even he knows how fucking stupid that is. Whatever this mutual arrangement is, it's probably going to involve two dudes having orgasms in each other's general direction, and the whole point is to find out if that's even a thing he's into!
He'd already known he was into the making out. They figured that out at prom, huh?
Leon catches the frown on Togami's face before he leans in again, and is about to question that—he doesn't have enough time to decide if he's amused or offended—but then, hey, it's happening again, and he's taken aback enough for a brief moment to moan his surprise against Togami's lips.
Really . . . it sounds pretty good. It feels good, too, moaning against someone's mouth. This is a thing his body knows how to do, so why not just do it? He returns the kiss without question, after only a brief pause, moving even closer on the couch and letting his fingers wind up into the ends of Togami's hair now that they're finally . . . it. This. Finally that.]
[ This is still—weird. Despite all the leadup and theoretical talks and prior enjoyment of this exact same activity, part of him just wants to slam a hand down on the ABORT button here and erase this moment from existence. But what would his reason be for that? That he's kind of embarrassed and out of his depth and vulnerable and he doesn't entirely know what he's gotten himself into?
If he has a comfort zone without any practical purpose, that he finds himself stuck in when it's inconvenient, it's his duty as a leader of the free world to smash it to bits. Isn't it?
This may be a weird time to think about duties as a leader of the free world, but it at least calms him down enough to shift closer, turning his body towards Leon's, hand hovering in midair before finally settling on Leon's shoulder. And then, when he's already calm, it's easier for his focus to drift towards things like the warmth of another human being, and the feeling of a soft touch in his hair. ]
[It's not like it's great or electric to start with. It's kind of funny—there've been times, fairly recently too, where Leon found himself actively wanting to do this with Togami . . . and this wasn't one of them, and here they are picking now to do it. He's used to starting off with his finger already on the trigger, so to speak, with girls. They're the ones who need warming up, not Leon. But this time it's both of them revving up from what was essentially a standstill—parked in the driveway, maybe.
But despite the slow start, and despite any potential complaints from the Heterosexual Police in his head—it is happening. The warming up. It feels good; when Togami turns in towards him, he closes the rest of the distance until he's close enough to be in the crook of his arm, lightly pressed against his chest, and finally goes to deepen the kiss. His teeth drag against Togami's lower lip and tug, not asking permission so much as demanding it.
(There's still porn playing in the background. The playlist just moved onto another recently watched video. Leon's starting to remember that's there, but turning it off means pulling away . . . and they're just getting started, c'mon.)]
[ Even if he's been tuning out the television this whole time, it's filtering back into Togami's consciousness, too. It's a little more welcome now than it was before. Sure, the videos are still stupid and trite. It seems inconceivable that anyone could get off on something like this all by itself. But if it's encouraging noise and heated dialogue, in the background of him actually getting physically intimate with someone... it's mmmmmaybe a little helpful.
Leon's sudden insistence in the kiss is surprisingly welcome, too. He parts his lips with a soft gasp, quickly flipping through his memories of last time in the back of his head. ]
[He might remember, then, what happened last time he did that while they were kissing. Leon's reaction this time is a little less sudden and powerful, but he still reacts. There's just something about making someone gasp with pleasure that—
That, it doesn't matter if it's coming from a guy. It still does something to Leon. He can feel the back of his neck crawl, which doesn't sound nearly as sexy as it feels, but it's definitely a good feeling. He echoes the sound just barely, taking in a heated breath before pressing their lips together again so he can taste Togami's mouth.
How much closer can he get without crawling right into his lap? Should he? Should he just go for it? Is that where this is going anyway? Maybe not yet . . .
The porn playing in the background is definitely a much more energetic and noisy one than that last one was, too. Hearing it just makes Leon even more determined to chase whatever sounds he can pull out of Togami, and eager to hear them, curious about what he's like when he's—
[ At this point, this is happening either way, so you may as well be into it. Togami might feel similarly, but he hasn't really made a conscious decision, or even raised the question in his mind yet.
His memories of the prom incident are more fuzzy, but he can recognize these feelings now from back then, too—and even though they're firmly grounded on a couch instead of suspended in the air this time, he still feels a little like there's nothing but air under his feet. Recognizing that Leon wants this from him, and choosing to offer it up for free, is a little like taking a trust fall. Even when it's a safer risk, the risk is still there, and it makes all of his senses heightened, soaking up each touch and sound at full intensity.
He leans back slightly as they kiss, bringing Leon with him rather than breaking the contact. He's yielding voluntarily before Leon even makes a move to get on top of him, but he's not consciously thinking about that either. ]
[It's a big couch. Not "luckily," either; Leon definitely chose a big couch for this exact purpose when he furnished his room. Of course, back then he definitely didn't foresee quite these circumstances surrounding its use—but it doesn't matter. This is what's happening now, and Leon absolutely knows how to take a cue when it comes to getting his making out a little more horizontal. So he does: he moves in even closer, taking advantage of Togami reclining to get half on him, put some weight against his body without breaking the kiss yet.
At this point it's still not that different. It's kissing. He hasn't made any grabs for a bra hook yet only to find they're not there. He definitely hasn't shoved his hand between anyone's legs. Right now, it's a body against his, warm and solid and smooth and not quite as soft as usual and also taller than he is—some of that's new, yeah, but not enough to throw off his groove. Definitely not enough to stop it from feeling good. He's too distracted to even wonder right now at what point it will be too much, too different, if it happens . . .
Right now it's still warm skin and soft hair and a little bit coffee-tasting.
Also, Togami's glasses bumping his nose, from time to time, and finally Leon breaks the kiss, once he's settled on and against him, to reach up between them and pluck his glasses carefully off his face. It gives him a moment to breathe (hard, and loud, and very close to Togami's lips).]
[ Togami blinks, and then narrows his eyes instinctively, but Leon is so extremely close to him that his glasses wouldn't make much difference anyway. And with Leon shifting on top of him—he wasn't consciously realizing how that was happening, but he can't really argue with it now that it is. So he lets both of those things happen without much more than a short huff, breath warm on Leon's lips.
It occurs to him now that they technically didn't actually talk about what they were doing here, in specific. Maybe they should move to the bedroom? But it also occurs to him that this couch is pretty spacious. More spacious than he had consciously paid attention to before.
He settles his free hand, the one that isn't on Leon's shoulder, to grab onto Leon's thigh and keep himself at least partially upright. He's still not committing to going completely horizontal just yet, watching Leon for his next move. ]
[He's having the same thought about the bedroom at the same time. The couch is big enough, but it's not as comfortably so as a bed would be, and it's harder to work around things like undressing with the back of it in the way.
(Oh my god. Undressing. Is that really going to happen? It is, right? This entire thing consists of a sequence of events that still feels endless and completely crazy in his head if he thinks about them. He's committed to the end state of this evening: in a little while, he will become a person who once slept with a guy. He's—"okay" with that is a too-casual way of putting it. But it's happening. He's contributing. He's decided.
But between here and there are a thousand other points to get through, and every one of them still feels alien to him.)
In the brief pause where he's catching his breath and setting Togami's glasses aside, and looking at what his face looks like without them (beautiful, for the record, more than a dude really should be), the porn noises feel very, very obvious. It's that that finally jerks Leon out of his little haze. He glances at the TV, then back at Togami's face, lips still close; he has to swallow hard before he can manage words.]
[ He smirks at the very simple amusement of having had the same thought at the same time. (Then he feels kind of weird for being on the same wavelength as someone who is so frequently not at all on the same wavelength. But even a stopped clock is right twice a day?)
He nods. ] That seems... most convenient.
[ With that much decided, he pulls away to sit up straight, smoothing out his slightly rumpled clothes. There is absolutely no reason for him to do this when they're just going to continue things again once they're in the bedroom, but it's automatic. ]
[He grabs his CereVice to shut the porn up once and for all. No more help from that corner, but he's pretty sure they're not going to need it . . .
That's still weird and nervous and complicated to think about, but whatever. Stop thinking about it! That might be the only solution here. Any sex is gonna get weird if you overthink it. Togami probably has sex like a chess match or something, which is a thought that makes Leon snort a little as he gets to his feet, along with watching Togami smooth himself down and all.
Tension successfully broken. Not in a bad way. Something loosens in Leon's chest, but the warm feeling doesn't fade. He even allows himself a moment to think that it's kind of attractive when Togami's all fussy about himself like that.
(Might as well let yourself be attracted to someone a little if you're going to screw them.)
He grabs Togami's glasses and hands them back, then heads for the bedroom door.]
[ He takes the glasses, but doesn't put them back on. He's just going to set them on the nightstand as soon as he enters the bedroom anyway. But he walks there slowly and steadily, not only because of his blurred vision, but also to maintain his composure for this much longer. This isn't that bad, now, is it? They'd gotten a little heated there, but he reverted easily back to normal. It's reassuring that agreeing to get caught up in something like this doesn't mean anything else has changed at all. And having this pause to reflect on what's happening, he doesn't find himself regretting any impulsive decisions. Good job. This was clearly handled well.
After he does make it to the nightstand to set the glasses down, he carefully sits down on the bed, as if there's any point trying to keep himself or the bed unruffled. At least it will be a deliberate choice when it's in disarray! ]
[Leon follows after him; he considers closing the door behind them, but that's pointless and feels claustrophobic with two people in the room. He doesn't even close it half the time when he's asleep in there. The door in his room that leads into the bathroom is open, too; what point is there when you live alone? And right now . . .
His bedroom is in a lived-in state, but not total disarray or anything. He'd have picked it up more if he'd known he was going to have company, but he usually keeps it a baseline level of picked up anyway just in case he has company unexpectedly. Which is exactly what's happening right now.
(Half-unexpectedly. He has to admit to himself, as he had to Togami earlier, that this turn of events wasn't entirely out of left field for him.)
He's bringing up the rear (shut the fuck up) so Togami makes it onto the bed before he does, and Leon moves in front of him, considering what to do. What's least awkward here? Togami's so—fussy, right. He's just sitting there primly on the bed. He's all smoothed down and delicately perched on the edge, and so, Leon makes the deliberate choice to put things into disarray.
He walks over the puts his hands on Togami's shoulders and pushes him flat onto his back on the bed, grinning.]
[ His self-defensive impulses jump to high alarm, but at least he's able to conclude that there's no threat here before he actually takes any action. Instead, he just stares up at Leon, marveling at how abruptly that opened up all of his senses. He's breathing harder, and his heart is beating faster, and he's the most attentive he's been so far. He could compose himself after this, too, but that feels counterproductive. This seems to have primed him more for having sex. Interesting. Did he do that on purpose?
Of course, all of this runs silently through his head, and after he cuts himself off from his surprised half-question, his main outward reaction is just watching Leon carefully, parting his lips to take in quicker breaths. ]
It had been an impulse, but it wasn't like it wasn't on purpose, either—though he hadn't been sure what to expect. What he gets is pretty compelling. When he just does things like that, they feel so easy. Togami's reaction isn't so different from a girl's; more to the point, it's not at all different in how it makes Leon feel to see it. He moves to crawl over Togami on the bed, watching his face—focused on the way his lips open, and the quiet sound of his breath speeding up—and the distant, warm ache Leon feels at those things isn't really that different after all.
It's fun. It's fun to make him react, take him off guard when he's always so guarded, and it's rewarding that he doesn't compose himself after that moment of shock. It's so rewarding that Leon doesn't really want to give him time to do so. He climbs up onto the bed and over Togami on his hands and knees and then leans in again without hesitation, curling his fingers sharply in Togami's hair to tilt his face up for another, slightly more breathless kiss.]
[ Now, his attention jumps to the pull on his hair instead, before it jumps again to the meeting of their lips. It's true that stepping up and acting would be better than spending all his time reacting... but even that would be better than overthinking everything. In the heat of the moment, things should be moving a little more quickly.
Solidifying this decision for himself, he kisses back thoroughly, without reservations. ]
[The overthinking everything is in fact getting kind of old. More to the point, though, it's getting harder and harder to do—which probably means this is going . . . well. Yeah. Definitely going just fine. Leon settles against Togami heavily on the bed, legs tangling with his legs, nipping at his lips to chase that sound. That's it, that's what gets him: not only does making out feel good, and he's missed it so fucking much, but even this prissy ice king over here is getting into it . . .
It's hot. Even if it's a guy's voice moaning against his lips, it's still hot.
And it's good being pressed up against someone's body, too, good enough that Leon half-thinks (that's where his mental capacity is at this point, around half-thinking range) that it'd be even better if they had less clothes on. That idea doesn't jive well with just having pressed his whole body hard up against Togami's, but hey, nobody's perfect. He'll just have to make do. He can at least start without having to pull away again.
He goes for the tie first, fingers creeping up to begin tugging it loose.]
[ Although this is getting warm in a way he's not really familiar with, he's not too hot for his clothes yet. But you know, ideally the clothes will come off before they become completely unpresentable, or else what is he going to wear back to his own apartment whenever he actually leaves? So if they're already committing, this seems like a good idea.
(They still have to address the reason he came here in the first place... But doing it afterwards seems like a good idea. Anyone who was trying to spy on important conversations would take one look at this scene and immediately call it quits. ...He assumes.)
Right—clothes off. Leon can figure out how to get a tie off on his own. Togami goes for what's most immediately accessible to him, which happens to be Leon's waistband. He's not really cognizant of how many steps this is probably skipping—foreplay is not in his skillset—but there is a vague uncertainty about the way he's slow to try and tug it down. ]
[Here's hoping CERES isn't employing any voyeurs, at least not of that particular sort.
It takes Leon off guard when Togami goes right for his pants. What a—weird choice. All at once he's overthinking again: why that first thing? Is he in a rush? But he's not acting rushed about it . . . so why start there? Maybe just to keep his arms out of the way of Leon's arms, which are working Togami's tie loose and off, and then he's left staring down at this elite motherfucker wearing a suit on his bed.
(He looks great like this. There's just something about a guy—a person—all dressed up but slowly getting wrecked, hair in disarray, face flushed . . . )
Forget it. He shoves away all of his overthinking again; it's just making things awkward, while the greater part of him wants to make things fun. He is having fun. He is, so his choices are to either
1. stop having fun and preserve his self-image but not get to have any fun and probably obsess for the next three months again over the fact that he still wants to have some Togami fun
2. overthink every fucking thing and take the fun out of it, but still do it anyway, completely stripping this experience of anything positive it might offer
3. just have the damn fun.
He can only do so much from moment to moment to control which of those things he's picking, but dammit, he really needs to lean as hard as he can towards 3.
And he is.
Leon sits up a little to fuss with Togami's jacket. He's wearing a belt himself, and shorts, so it'll take a little more than tugging to get them down, but it's not exactly a chastity belt even for the impassioned and/or inexperienced.]
Heh . . . if you're in a rush, you should've thought of that before you put on like sixty layers.
[He grins, pausing to sweep his hair back from his own face and catch his breath. But he doesn't make any move to stop Togami from getting his belt unbuckled.]
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He's not doing so quite yet, though. But he does shift a little closer on the couch, shoving lightly at Togami's arm, grin wide and obnoxious.]
Yeah you have. You did that time at the prom.
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But: ] And you were there for that, so shouldn't you already know the answer to that question?
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[Which had been for the best. He would have freaked out even more if he'd known it was coming . . .
And they wouldn't be in this situation now, would they? He's almost positive things wouldn't have come to this weird point if they hadn't been semi-forced into that incident before, and enjoyed it. Because they had. Leon definitely had, and as subtle and understated (to put it politely; "repressed" might be more like it) as Togami is, he had, too.
And now here he is, still pretty much acting like he's above all that.
Wouldn't it be kind of hot to prove to him he isn't?
That thought intrudes on the others, and Leon's not sure yet how to cope with it, but—he can't deny it, either. He shifts a little closer still, arm coming up to drape along the back of the couch, cheeks pinking just a bit deeper. Ahem.]
. . . So then how exactly do you expect that stuff to happen?
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[ He finally looks back to make eye contact with Leon for the first time in a while. ]
But you refuse to commit to an answer about the specific situation that we are currently in. So how do you expect anything to happen?
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It might just be that in the end, what finally pushes him over is shutting Togami up. Not that he's offended or anything. If he were forced to admit it . . . he can't really argue. Those are some very good points about consent and communication, and Leon may be—himself, but he's not about to write off the value of those things.
And he's saying yes. To this . . . "mutual arrangement."
But does he have to be so Togami about it?
Leon likes Togami. Despite bullshit like this, he likes him, or he wouldn't be doing this at all. But there's something about Togami being extra Togami that makes Leon want to be extra Leon, and that's why his response to that question is to lean in, lift one hand to cup around the back of Togami's neck, and press their lips together.
He's not going for it yet or anything; he breaks the kiss after a few seconds, though he doesn't really pull back so much as just smile and withdraw by, like, a centimeter.
How's that for something happening?!]
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That's certainly something happening, although it's more of an upheaval for how gentle it is. Something about tender intimacy makes his skin crawl with an alien sensation. Does sex have to have the kissing part? It hadn't been that bad before, though. And it wasn't "bad" just now either, on a purely physical level. Maybe he needs to set the pace more clearly.
After a brief frown, he leans in to close the gap between them again, kissing Leon more firmly. ]
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God. Shit. He can't get all caught up thinking about that right now. Even he knows how fucking stupid that is. Whatever this mutual arrangement is, it's probably going to involve two dudes having orgasms in each other's general direction, and the whole point is to find out if that's even a thing he's into!
He'd already known he was into the making out. They figured that out at prom, huh?
Leon catches the frown on Togami's face before he leans in again, and is about to question that—he doesn't have enough time to decide if he's amused or offended—but then, hey, it's happening again, and he's taken aback enough for a brief moment to moan his surprise against Togami's lips.
Really . . . it sounds pretty good. It feels good, too, moaning against someone's mouth. This is a thing his body knows how to do, so why not just do it? He returns the kiss without question, after only a brief pause, moving even closer on the couch and letting his fingers wind up into the ends of Togami's hair now that they're finally . . . it. This. Finally that.]
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If he has a comfort zone without any practical purpose, that he finds himself stuck in when it's inconvenient, it's his duty as a leader of the free world to smash it to bits. Isn't it?
This may be a weird time to think about duties as a leader of the free world, but it at least calms him down enough to shift closer, turning his body towards Leon's, hand hovering in midair before finally settling on Leon's shoulder. And then, when he's already calm, it's easier for his focus to drift towards things like the warmth of another human being, and the feeling of a soft touch in his hair. ]
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But despite the slow start, and despite any potential complaints from the Heterosexual Police in his head—it is happening. The warming up. It feels good; when Togami turns in towards him, he closes the rest of the distance until he's close enough to be in the crook of his arm, lightly pressed against his chest, and finally goes to deepen the kiss. His teeth drag against Togami's lower lip and tug, not asking permission so much as demanding it.
(There's still porn playing in the background. The playlist just moved onto another recently watched video. Leon's starting to remember that's there, but turning it off means pulling away . . . and they're just getting started, c'mon.)]
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Leon's sudden insistence in the kiss is surprisingly welcome, too. He parts his lips with a soft gasp, quickly flipping through his memories of last time in the back of his head. ]
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That, it doesn't matter if it's coming from a guy. It still does something to Leon. He can feel the back of his neck crawl, which doesn't sound nearly as sexy as it feels, but it's definitely a good feeling. He echoes the sound just barely, taking in a heated breath before pressing their lips together again so he can taste Togami's mouth.
How much closer can he get without crawling right into his lap? Should he? Should he just go for it? Is that where this is going anyway? Maybe not yet . . .
The porn playing in the background is definitely a much more energetic and noisy one than that last one was, too. Hearing it just makes Leon even more determined to chase whatever sounds he can pull out of Togami, and eager to hear them, curious about what he's like when he's—
Ah, shit. He's definitely into this, isn't he.]
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His memories of the prom incident are more fuzzy, but he can recognize these feelings now from back then, too—and even though they're firmly grounded on a couch instead of suspended in the air this time, he still feels a little like there's nothing but air under his feet. Recognizing that Leon wants this from him, and choosing to offer it up for free, is a little like taking a trust fall. Even when it's a safer risk, the risk is still there, and it makes all of his senses heightened, soaking up each touch and sound at full intensity.
He leans back slightly as they kiss, bringing Leon with him rather than breaking the contact. He's yielding voluntarily before Leon even makes a move to get on top of him, but he's not consciously thinking about that either. ]
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At this point it's still not that different. It's kissing. He hasn't made any grabs for a bra hook yet only to find they're not there. He definitely hasn't shoved his hand between anyone's legs. Right now, it's a body against his, warm and solid and smooth and not quite as soft as usual and also taller than he is—some of that's new, yeah, but not enough to throw off his groove. Definitely not enough to stop it from feeling good. He's too distracted to even wonder right now at what point it will be too much, too different, if it happens . . .
Right now it's still warm skin and soft hair and a little bit coffee-tasting.
Also, Togami's glasses bumping his nose, from time to time, and finally Leon breaks the kiss, once he's settled on and against him, to reach up between them and pluck his glasses carefully off his face. It gives him a moment to breathe (hard, and loud, and very close to Togami's lips).]
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It occurs to him now that they technically didn't actually talk about what they were doing here, in specific. Maybe they should move to the bedroom? But it also occurs to him that this couch is pretty spacious. More spacious than he had consciously paid attention to before.
He settles his free hand, the one that isn't on Leon's shoulder, to grab onto Leon's thigh and keep himself at least partially upright. He's still not committing to going completely horizontal just yet, watching Leon for his next move. ]
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(Oh my god. Undressing. Is that really going to happen? It is, right? This entire thing consists of a sequence of events that still feels endless and completely crazy in his head if he thinks about them. He's committed to the end state of this evening: in a little while, he will become a person who once slept with a guy. He's—"okay" with that is a too-casual way of putting it. But it's happening. He's contributing. He's decided.
But between here and there are a thousand other points to get through, and every one of them still feels alien to him.)
In the brief pause where he's catching his breath and setting Togami's glasses aside, and looking at what his face looks like without them (beautiful, for the record, more than a dude really should be), the porn noises feel very, very obvious. It's that that finally jerks Leon out of his little haze. He glances at the TV, then back at Togami's face, lips still close; he has to swallow hard before he can manage words.]
—Bedroom?
[A word.]
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He nods. ] That seems... most convenient.
[ With that much decided, he pulls away to sit up straight, smoothing out his slightly rumpled clothes. There is absolutely no reason for him to do this when they're just going to continue things again once they're in the bedroom, but it's automatic. ]
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That's still weird and nervous and complicated to think about, but whatever. Stop thinking about it! That might be the only solution here. Any sex is gonna get weird if you overthink it. Togami probably has sex like a chess match or something, which is a thought that makes Leon snort a little as he gets to his feet, along with watching Togami smooth himself down and all.
Tension successfully broken. Not in a bad way. Something loosens in Leon's chest, but the warm feeling doesn't fade. He even allows himself a moment to think that it's kind of attractive when Togami's all fussy about himself like that.
(Might as well let yourself be attracted to someone a little if you're going to screw them.)
He grabs Togami's glasses and hands them back, then heads for the bedroom door.]
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After he does make it to the nightstand to set the glasses down, he carefully sits down on the bed, as if there's any point trying to keep himself or the bed unruffled. At least it will be a deliberate choice when it's in disarray! ]
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His bedroom is in a lived-in state, but not total disarray or anything. He'd have picked it up more if he'd known he was going to have company, but he usually keeps it a baseline level of picked up anyway just in case he has company unexpectedly. Which is exactly what's happening right now.
(Half-unexpectedly. He has to admit to himself, as he had to Togami earlier, that this turn of events wasn't entirely out of left field for him.)
He's bringing up the rear (shut the fuck up) so Togami makes it onto the bed before he does, and Leon moves in front of him, considering what to do. What's least awkward here? Togami's so—fussy, right. He's just sitting there primly on the bed. He's all smoothed down and delicately perched on the edge, and so, Leon makes the deliberate choice to put things into disarray.
He walks over the puts his hands on Togami's shoulders and pushes him flat onto his back on the bed, grinning.]
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[ His self-defensive impulses jump to high alarm, but at least he's able to conclude that there's no threat here before he actually takes any action. Instead, he just stares up at Leon, marveling at how abruptly that opened up all of his senses. He's breathing harder, and his heart is beating faster, and he's the most attentive he's been so far. He could compose himself after this, too, but that feels counterproductive. This seems to have primed him more for having sex. Interesting. Did he do that on purpose?
Of course, all of this runs silently through his head, and after he cuts himself off from his surprised half-question, his main outward reaction is just watching Leon carefully, parting his lips to take in quicker breaths. ]
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It had been an impulse, but it wasn't like it wasn't on purpose, either—though he hadn't been sure what to expect. What he gets is pretty compelling. When he just does things like that, they feel so easy. Togami's reaction isn't so different from a girl's; more to the point, it's not at all different in how it makes Leon feel to see it. He moves to crawl over Togami on the bed, watching his face—focused on the way his lips open, and the quiet sound of his breath speeding up—and the distant, warm ache Leon feels at those things isn't really that different after all.
It's fun. It's fun to make him react, take him off guard when he's always so guarded, and it's rewarding that he doesn't compose himself after that moment of shock. It's so rewarding that Leon doesn't really want to give him time to do so. He climbs up onto the bed and over Togami on his hands and knees and then leans in again without hesitation, curling his fingers sharply in Togami's hair to tilt his face up for another, slightly more breathless kiss.]
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Solidifying this decision for himself, he kisses back thoroughly, without reservations. ]
Mmm—
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It's hot. Even if it's a guy's voice moaning against his lips, it's still hot.
And it's good being pressed up against someone's body, too, good enough that Leon half-thinks (that's where his mental capacity is at this point, around half-thinking range) that it'd be even better if they had less clothes on. That idea doesn't jive well with just having pressed his whole body hard up against Togami's, but hey, nobody's perfect. He'll just have to make do. He can at least start without having to pull away again.
He goes for the tie first, fingers creeping up to begin tugging it loose.]
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(They still have to address the reason he came here in the first place... But doing it afterwards seems like a good idea. Anyone who was trying to spy on important conversations would take one look at this scene and immediately call it quits. ...He assumes.)
Right—clothes off. Leon can figure out how to get a tie off on his own. Togami goes for what's most immediately accessible to him, which happens to be Leon's waistband. He's not really cognizant of how many steps this is probably skipping—foreplay is not in his skillset—but there is a vague uncertainty about the way he's slow to try and tug it down. ]
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It takes Leon off guard when Togami goes right for his pants. What a—weird choice. All at once he's overthinking again: why that first thing? Is he in a rush? But he's not acting rushed about it . . . so why start there? Maybe just to keep his arms out of the way of Leon's arms, which are working Togami's tie loose and off, and then he's left staring down at this elite motherfucker wearing a suit on his bed.
(He looks great like this. There's just something about a guy—a person—all dressed up but slowly getting wrecked, hair in disarray, face flushed . . . )
Forget it. He shoves away all of his overthinking again; it's just making things awkward, while the greater part of him wants to make things fun. He is having fun. He is, so his choices are to either
1. stop having fun and preserve his self-image but not get to have any fun and probably obsess for the next three months again over the fact that he still wants to have some Togami fun
2. overthink every fucking thing and take the fun out of it, but still do it anyway, completely stripping this experience of anything positive it might offer
3. just have the damn fun.
He can only do so much from moment to moment to control which of those things he's picking, but dammit, he really needs to lean as hard as he can towards 3.
And he is.
Leon sits up a little to fuss with Togami's jacket. He's wearing a belt himself, and shorts, so it'll take a little more than tugging to get them down, but it's not exactly a chastity belt even for the impassioned and/or inexperienced.]
Heh . . . if you're in a rush, you should've thought of that before you put on like sixty layers.
[He grins, pausing to sweep his hair back from his own face and catch his breath. But he doesn't make any move to stop Togami from getting his belt unbuckled.]
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