[That doesn't not work. It at least shuts him up good. Togami's hands feel good on him, even if they're too big. His hips feel good under Leon's fingers as he untucks his shirt from his pants and begins to ruck it up his chest, even if they're too narrow and bony. His stomach is too flat and firm—
Seriously, the list of what's wrong with this situation is so endless that, in the back of his mind, Leon can't figure out why the combined force of those things hasn't tipped this over into feeling Actually Wrong yet.
But it hasn't. And he's starting to slip in deeper past the point where he can keep track of it, even in the back of his mind.
Instead he murmurs when Togami's tongue touches his lips—no actual words, just something quiet but heated-sounding enough to surprise him all over again—and tilts in to close the distance and meet Togami's lips again, and then his tongue, slipping in to touch and stroke at it with his own. The last corner bit of Togami's shirt pulls free from his waistband with an abrupt jerk, and it feels like all at once his shirt's riding half up his chest, his stomach bared enough to be hot-feeling against Leon's own bare skin low down his waist.]
[ Togami shivers—it's not every day that he has skin-to-skin contact like this, and it feels just as intimate as Leon's tongue in his mouth does, if not more. At the very least, it's newer; they'd definitely made out before at the prom, but they weren't pressing half-naked bodies up against each other or anything. Until now.
He tolerates it, though, even though he's focusing more of his attention on returning the kiss properly. He's not aggressive, but he's not being passive, either. ]
It's enough, though. For Leon too. It's not much, and as a person, he's way more used to half-naked bodies pressing together than Togami is . . . though it's admittedly been a while. But it's never not what it is: intimate, and hot-feeling, and a surprise when he's not paying attention and suddenly it's happening. Belly against belly isn't what he was focused on in that moment. When it happens, that unexpected press of skin, his guard falls for a moment in a way he can't even hope to control; he hisses quietly against Togami's lips, faltering in the kiss, and his back curls at the tingle down his spine and presses him down and forward and he didn't mean to do that, but for a second there, damn.
in a way that's abruptly a little disturbing. He feels like he needs to pull down all the mental charts and observe the physical details of their current situation so that he can make absolutely sure that he is in control of himself and that Leon is way more into this than he is. The narrative of this encounter is that he is willingly tolerating this unprecedented intimacy so that he can get his own pleasure out of it. That doesn't seem to be too far off from what this is... but a crucial point is that Leon's pleasure is secondary, and Togami has no reason to have any interest in it. So a sudden thrill at Leon's desire—
Well, it did feel good, didn't it? It's still for his own benefit. He needs to calm down; he should know by now that not everything has to be a zero-sum game, and there's nothing wrong or contradictory with things being mutually beneficial... And he should have realized that this would be fundamentally different from any careful indulgence of throwaway acquaintances he may have had in the past.
He doesn't really express any of this out loud, but he also falters in the kiss, swallowing, frozen in deliberation. ]
[Leon's not sure how to take that pause, but it's pretty obvious how it echoes his own. And he sure knows why he fumbled there. So maybe that's an encouraging sign; Togami isn't the only one having a moment here, of "it's pretty hot when the other person's getting into it too." At least on Leon's part that's not exactly a surprise. (It does add a little to the complications of sexual orientation here—it's got to be pretty gay to get off on a guy getting off, right?—but by now he's having more success shoving those problems aside, at least for the moment.)
The point is, he notices, and he feels a rush. His mouth feels dry and his throat thick and choked. His fingertips tingle hotly, pressed up against Togami's back where he'd yanked his shirt up, and he wonders for a second if Togami can feel them vibrating against his skin—that's dumb, but—
Now that they've paused, the only way to go is forward. He knows that. They're at a point where they either move on or stop entirely . . . and Leon definitely doesn't want to stop entirely. So onward it is. There could be more skin touching, he thinks, and then he shifts on top of Togami, rubbing against him again low down their bodies in a way that's definitely edging on dangerous, but for now he's just squirming his hand up between them to start working on the buttons of his shirt. That's all. Even if that shifting around was a bit deliberate, he can start there first.
And—
He wants Togami to know he liked it, too, he realizes; he wants to encourage him. More of that, keep doing that. His throat works audibly while the two of them are frozen like that, and then Leon brushes their lips together again—more shallow, but insistently—and makes an encouraging, wordless sound right into his mouth.]
[ He's still frozen when Leon starts unbuttoning his shirt, desperately begging his brain to start working again and cover for his hesitation somehow. And do something! It's rare that he's reduced to inaction for quite this long—
So, it's a wave of relief washing over him when Leon kisses him again. He can let go of that tension like it never happened, leaning into the kiss again as if it had never stopped. He makes a soft noise himself in response, trailing a hand down Leon's bare chest. ]
[Seeing Togami thrown off is definitely rewarding in its own way. Especially if it's the good kind of thrown off, and Leon hopes it was. He wants to keep doing it. More of everything—more of those tiny noises, more touching, more kissing, more of his weirdly charming faltering . . . just more.
Togami's shirt buttons in the opposite way from a girl's, which trips Leon up a little, but then he's got the hang of it, working his way down one-handed. Sliding his hand in under the fabric once he's opened up enough of a gap is the first really different moment—because there's nothing there. No bra to fumble with. Nothing that would go in a bra. It's just flat, warm skin over firm muscle and bone.
Leon's mostly thinking about lips right now, and warmth. The hand on his own chest (it's nice) and the fact that a body stretched out under his hips is beginning to make him react. But his hand, drifting around for something to touch where it's used to finding something else, creeps over Togami's heartbeat to feel that instead.]
[ Togami shivers at the touch, oversensitive to the intimacy. His heart is beating a little bit faster than normal; nothing out of the ordinary in the context of their current situation, but the fact that it's being monitored makes it race a little more just on its own, in anticipation of some unknown consequences for his reaction. He deliberately averts reciprocating the gesture, his fingers sliding down more towards Leon's stomach instead. ]
[That feels like another step down this long road. Point L, maybe. Touching his stomach isn't quite shoving hands down pants territory, but it's both erotic and . . . kinda ticklish. Leon can't help but huff out a shivery laugh, muscles twitching under Togami's fingertips. It's—fun. He knows Togami isn't meaning to be playful, but it's a little like that anyway, and he's into it.
In retaliation . . .
His own fingers are right near Togami's nipple. Do guys like that? He's never messed much with his own, and neither has any girl. But messing with nipples is like, an essential part of foreplay, right? Does it even work on guys? What happens when there's no breast there? There's nothing for Leon to cup in his hand, but he spreads his hand anyway and nudges hard with this thumb, rolling up against it and watching for the reaction.]
[ Oh. He completely forgot to be conscious of that part of his anatomy betraying anything. Like Leon, it's not something he really has any experience with. But his nipples are already stiff before Leon touches them, although the brush of his fingers makes them moreso.
His muscles flex in response, his hand curling up against Leon's stomach. What was he laughing about? Himself? Or Togami? Or something else entirely? All he can do is assume the worst and counter that. He's more deliberate with his fingernails, now, dragging them against Leon's skin.
It's only after he does that that he realizes that Leon was probably just ticklish in the first place. Well, it works out that way too. ]
[Leon shivers hard again at the flex of fingers—his body isn't sure how to react to it. It's still ticklish, but with the light bite of Togami's nails, it's a little more than that, too. He's more used to those on his back in this type of situation. He's not sure how to deal with them on his stomach . . .
Luckily, he doesn't actually have to think about it; his body does the work for him, even if his reflexes also aren't quite sure what they're doing with this sensation. Another low bubble of laughter rises from his throat, but it's brief and uncontrolled, and then his body shifts up to try and urge Togami's hand down lower.
Is that actually what he wants? Does it matter? It's what's happening.
What he's actually thinking about is nipples. So guys do react to that. Well, of course he'd known they can get stiff like a girl's; it's not like he hasn't had his own for 19 years. But he's never . . . used them before. Even though there's no awesome titty attached to this one to play with, which does kinda suck, he's still really compelled to put his mouth on it anyway—so he does, without overthinking is, bending to part his lips against Togami's chest and slide his tongue out to stroke wetly and suck lightly at it. He can't watch very well in this position, which is too bad; he wants to see this reaction. He can at least listen for it.
Is it weird, he wonders, to think a dude has pretty great nipples?]
[ Togami tries hard to not have an audible reaction, but despite his efforts, his breathing still becomes heavier as Leon does that. So this is the power of an erogenous zone, even if it seems unrelated to the main one... Well, kissing was already demonstrating that pretty well, so he shouldn't be too surprised.
It seems like maybe finally he can go back to messing with Leon's waistline without it being rushed and inappropriate, but he still hesitates, instead trailing his hand down lower over Leon's shorts rather than under them. Even if he's dancing around removing more clothes, he still feels the need to confirm that Leon is at least as... compromised as he is. ]
[Compromised. Right. He sure is now, when Togami brushes a hand against him; that feels like a leap from Point K straight over to Point. P maybe. Shut up.
The thing about Leon's underwear is that he's packed pretty tight into it. They're compression shorts, after all. There's no clear outline of anything like there might be otherwise, nothing easy to wrap any fingers around if someone (probably not Togami, let's be real here) were going for that. But that doesn't mean it's not obvious that yes, he is in fact—compromised, sure. Just because he's kind of squished in there doesn't mean he isn't pretty hard at the same time, and the firm bulge is unmistakable.
Or maybe it could be mistaken, but his reaction would be even harder to miss. He'd been half expecting that, because it was obviously what his own body was going for in pressing into Togami's hand like that . . . but that doesn't make it any less electrifying. He gasps, muffled against Togami's chest (but hot against the skin, and damp, lips dragging). And even though part of his mind wants to pull away and end this crazy shit, the whole of his body wants to press into it, and that's what he goes with in the end, hips bucking lightly forward.
And since this is fuckin' happening, it's not only going to happen to him. Leon takes another shuddery breath, rubbing his cheek vaguely against Togami's chest, and all at once, his own hand is down between Togami's legs. He's less hesitant about it in action, if not in thought. If he thinks about it too long he's going to chicken out, dammit.]
[ Togami jerks slightly, shivering; he can't say he wasn't expecting this, but it's true that expecting something doesn't always dull the reaction.
In a rush, he realizes consciously why this is all so extra embarrassing—he's aware that he doesn't intimidate or captivate Leon enough to save himself from any hypothetical ridicule or rejection. He doesn't really have a safety net to prevent himself from looking stupid. He's historically minimized this universal human problem to the degree that most of the time, he forgets that it's a problem that people have.
But "historically" isn't the way he's doing things anymore, and it's definitely not the way he's doing things now. He can't swing more towards intimidating, or he'll scare Leon away and ultimately shoot himself in the foot. And if he tries to swing towards captivating on purpose, that has about a 100% probability of making him look stupid, so his odds are better this way.
Knowing that doesn't make him more equipped to deal with someone who isn't under his control going and feeling up his hard-on. But it at least gives him some mental clarity to push past the embarrassment and focus on pulling down those compression shorts instead. ]
[It's not like Togami's the only one who has to deal with the emotional complications of hands touching dicks right now. Leon's got two of those to worry about: his own and Togami's. And they're happening at the same time, which is pretty overwhelming.
His shorts are loose, but his underwear is tight; still, it peels down and around his thighs without too much trouble, exposing him. It's not like he was trying to hide that he's turned on before, but suddenly here he is, completely unable to hide it if he did want to. A choked little sound strangles in his throat, and he can't help but look down his own body, which feels like it's blushing all the way down his neck and chest and maybe even down to his cock itself. (It's not, but it's a lot of bare skin exposed, and seeing it makes this feel abruptly very, very real. Heavily real.)
And there's his hand also between Togami's legs, he can see that too, and that's . . .
. . . It's hot. He can't deny it. Leon hadn't been sure what he'd think about touching a dick until he had one kind of in his hand. Now he does, and it's hot. He has definitely 100% never thought of himself as a guy who likes dicks, but here he is feeling the warm pressure of it against his fingers, and there's something erotic about it in a deep-down primal kind of way he didn't expect. Maybe it's because it's for him. I did this to this asshole. I did this and he likes it.
He wants to see it.
So it's time to get that belt off and Togami's pants open, so that they're on even ground here. Leon fumbles one-handed with that, taking a shaky breath. It's embarrassing to be clumsy about it, but it also means his hand rubbing more accidentally between Togami's legs too, feeling him up through his pants, which he's finding he likes a whole lot.
As he starts shoving them down, it feels like there's some spell going on over both of them that he'll only break if he says anything; the thought terrifies him. And yet it's like an itch he can't stand not to scratch. He has to. He wants to hear while he sees.]
[ Togami is actually distracted for a brief moment when he exposes Leon, forgetting about his own situation. He feels the urge to do—something, but he doesn't know what the something is. It's like he's being prompted for a line that he hasn't memorized properly. He just stares blankly—
Until Leon does the same thing to him, of course. And Leon says those three words, weighing down on him like a guilty verdict. His gaze snaps back up instantly to look up at Leon's face. You can't prove anything! You didn't see anything!! He doesn't even realize that Leon is talking about something slightly different. Even though the feeling of those hands moving against him is hard to miss. ]
Nnn, that's—
[ He regrets opening his mouth. He didn't have an ending to that sentence planned, but he doesn't even try to finish it when his voice comes out far more dry and cracked than he was expecting, with the moan the most coherent part of it. He swallows, mouth thinning to try and mask his embarrassment. ]
[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 . . .
[ Togami is naturally wearing his classic, sleek black underwear, tailor-made to fit his body perfectly. If Leon can spare the time to look at it instead of looking at Togami's face, he may notice it has Togami's family crest on it, which is a little weird. The fact that in this situation, Togami is more self-conscious of his hard-on getting bigger and harder in Leon's hand than of his ridiculous underwear says some things about him.
He's even more conscious of Leon's gaze meeting his, though. He can't bring himself to break the eye contact now. It's a matter of pride. But as hard as he fights, his face is still flushed and open compared to the tight mask it usually is. And focusing so much on his facial expression means he's not paying as much attention to controlling his hips, so it can't be helped that he subconsciously lifts them, pressing into Leon's touch. ]
That's—true...
[ But he can like something without being embarrassing about it. Right? In theory? ]
[It's Leon who breaks the eye contact first, even though he doesn't want to—he wants, more than almost anything, to keep watching Togami's face while it looks like that. He's never seen it like that before. If he ever will again, it'll probably be while they're doing this, if this ever happens again, which he's maybe jumping the gun in already hoping it will but well he does. But either way, he's going to think of it for a good long time.
But he's also going to be thinking for a good long time about how it feels to feel a guy's dick getting harder in his hand, and his hips push up into it. And so finally he needs to look down at that, to see it too, to appreciate how his fingers look curled around Togami through his—]
Is your underwear, like, custom-made . . .
[That's not really dirty talk, oops. He murmurs it with a little smile, though his tone is only gently amused, more fond than mocking. Why's he even surprised? At least it's not spun out of gold or something.
Leon squeezes with his fingers, less tentatively at last—firmly, even. And then he begins tugging Togami's fancy panties down around his thighs.
The moment of truth. Will he be totally turned off when he sees it? (He's pretty sure by now that's not going to happen, and deliberately shoving aside worrying about that.)]
[ He sounds confused. He probably doesn't fully understand that other people don't have their entire wardrobe made to order. Or at least, he thinks it's way more common than it actually is. Why is this coming up now??
His voice is still weaker than usual, though, and fades into a moan as Leon squeezes, before the underwear starts sliding off. He's not body-conscious, but he's still a little boner-conscious. ]
[He pulls it all the way off and drops it onto his floor, then crawls back onto the bed.
Oooookay. Okay. Hokay. They sure are both completely naked, and aroused, by now. Rather than let himself dwell on every implication of that, he says:]
So do you get tailors to come measure your dick every year or something?
[And maybe that's not exactly dirty talk, but it comes out sounding surprisingly thick anyway, and it gives Leon the courage to wrap his fingers around Togami's cock and begin stroking it. Slowly, firmly, watching the way the skin moves and the way his fingers and rings stand out against the color—maybe he should take those off . . .
But for now, he doesn't want to stop. This is a whole lot more compelling than he expected it to be. Even though he still sounds amused about the Togami Family Panty Tailor, the breath he lets out is shaky and heated, too, and he chews on his lip as he watches his hand move.]
[ The rings on his fingers definitely make this a foreign sensation, but not in a bad way. Just in a way that makes it completely unmistakable that it's not his own hand on his cock right now. He shivers, shifting his legs apart just the slightest bit, subconsciously.
The conversation takes his mind off things, and gives him a little more ability to handle this happening, too. ] Are you offering to be my new tailor—? I don't see how it's relevant to you otherwise.
[Is that innuendo? Leon laughs, ducking his head on a bright blush—but also on a wide grin. It's okay. This is okay. No, it's more than okay; he's having fun now, both because the conversation is stupid and because it's kind of fun to have his hand stroking off a guy's dick.
He experiments with it. Nothing too fast yet. He's not desperate to have this over, and that'd be weird and unsexy. But he watches Togami, peeking up at his face, as he tries changing up the pace, the pressure, the way he's moving his hand, the way his thumb skims and presses up the side of the shaft and then strokes over the head in a little circle. He knows what he likes himself—but he's nothing like Togami.
That's kind of cool.]
Are you saying you need me to come measure your dick once a year?
Don't get offended at your own ridiculous joke. You're the one who brought up that "once a year" timeframe—
[ He's flustered by actually engaging in this silly conversation though, almost as much as he is by the part where they're having sex. Or maybe there's also an awkward undercurrent to that, where the implications of Leon being disappointed are not lost on him. If one night of sexual experimentation ends up with Leon hanging off of him like a barnacle—
He won't worry about that for now. For now, the experience isn't negative. Leon's hand is much less clumsy than expected, and he finds himself breathing harder, biting his lip every so often. ]
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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Seriously, the list of what's wrong with this situation is so endless that, in the back of his mind, Leon can't figure out why the combined force of those things hasn't tipped this over into feeling Actually Wrong yet.
But it hasn't. And he's starting to slip in deeper past the point where he can keep track of it, even in the back of his mind.
Instead he murmurs when Togami's tongue touches his lips—no actual words, just something quiet but heated-sounding enough to surprise him all over again—and tilts in to close the distance and meet Togami's lips again, and then his tongue, slipping in to touch and stroke at it with his own. The last corner bit of Togami's shirt pulls free from his waistband with an abrupt jerk, and it feels like all at once his shirt's riding half up his chest, his stomach bared enough to be hot-feeling against Leon's own bare skin low down his waist.]
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He tolerates it, though, even though he's focusing more of his attention on returning the kiss properly. He's not aggressive, but he's not being passive, either. ]
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It's enough, though. For Leon too. It's not much, and as a person, he's way more used to half-naked bodies pressing together than Togami is . . . though it's admittedly been a while. But it's never not what it is: intimate, and hot-feeling, and a surprise when he's not paying attention and suddenly it's happening. Belly against belly isn't what he was focused on in that moment. When it happens, that unexpected press of skin, his guard falls for a moment in a way he can't even hope to control; he hisses quietly against Togami's lips, faltering in the kiss, and his back curls at the tingle down his spine and presses him down and forward and he didn't mean to do that, but for a second there, damn.
That felt good.]
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in a way that's abruptly a little disturbing. He feels like he needs to pull down all the mental charts and observe the physical details of their current situation so that he can make absolutely sure that he is in control of himself and that Leon is way more into this than he is. The narrative of this encounter is that he is willingly tolerating this unprecedented intimacy so that he can get his own pleasure out of it. That doesn't seem to be too far off from what this is... but a crucial point is that Leon's pleasure is secondary, and Togami has no reason to have any interest in it. So a sudden thrill at Leon's desire—
Well, it did feel good, didn't it? It's still for his own benefit. He needs to calm down; he should know by now that not everything has to be a zero-sum game, and there's nothing wrong or contradictory with things being mutually beneficial... And he should have realized that this would be fundamentally different from any careful indulgence of throwaway acquaintances he may have had in the past.
He doesn't really express any of this out loud, but he also falters in the kiss, swallowing, frozen in deliberation. ]
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The point is, he notices, and he feels a rush. His mouth feels dry and his throat thick and choked. His fingertips tingle hotly, pressed up against Togami's back where he'd yanked his shirt up, and he wonders for a second if Togami can feel them vibrating against his skin—that's dumb, but—
Now that they've paused, the only way to go is forward. He knows that. They're at a point where they either move on or stop entirely . . . and Leon definitely doesn't want to stop entirely. So onward it is. There could be more skin touching, he thinks, and then he shifts on top of Togami, rubbing against him again low down their bodies in a way that's definitely edging on dangerous, but for now he's just squirming his hand up between them to start working on the buttons of his shirt. That's all. Even if that shifting around was a bit deliberate, he can start there first.
And—
He wants Togami to know he liked it, too, he realizes; he wants to encourage him. More of that, keep doing that. His throat works audibly while the two of them are frozen like that, and then Leon brushes their lips together again—more shallow, but insistently—and makes an encouraging, wordless sound right into his mouth.]
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So, it's a wave of relief washing over him when Leon kisses him again. He can let go of that tension like it never happened, leaning into the kiss again as if it had never stopped. He makes a soft noise himself in response, trailing a hand down Leon's bare chest. ]
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Togami's shirt buttons in the opposite way from a girl's, which trips Leon up a little, but then he's got the hang of it, working his way down one-handed. Sliding his hand in under the fabric once he's opened up enough of a gap is the first really different moment—because there's nothing there. No bra to fumble with. Nothing that would go in a bra. It's just flat, warm skin over firm muscle and bone.
Leon's mostly thinking about lips right now, and warmth. The hand on his own chest (it's nice) and the fact that a body stretched out under his hips is beginning to make him react. But his hand, drifting around for something to touch where it's used to finding something else, creeps over Togami's heartbeat to feel that instead.]
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In retaliation . . .
His own fingers are right near Togami's nipple. Do guys like that? He's never messed much with his own, and neither has any girl. But messing with nipples is like, an essential part of foreplay, right? Does it even work on guys? What happens when there's no breast there? There's nothing for Leon to cup in his hand, but he spreads his hand anyway and nudges hard with this thumb, rolling up against it and watching for the reaction.]
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[ Oh. He completely forgot to be conscious of that part of his anatomy betraying anything. Like Leon, it's not something he really has any experience with. But his nipples are already stiff before Leon touches them, although the brush of his fingers makes them moreso.
His muscles flex in response, his hand curling up against Leon's stomach. What was he laughing about? Himself? Or Togami? Or something else entirely? All he can do is assume the worst and counter that. He's more deliberate with his fingernails, now, dragging them against Leon's skin.
It's only after he does that that he realizes that Leon was probably just ticklish in the first place. Well, it works out that way too. ]
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Luckily, he doesn't actually have to think about it; his body does the work for him, even if his reflexes also aren't quite sure what they're doing with this sensation. Another low bubble of laughter rises from his throat, but it's brief and uncontrolled, and then his body shifts up to try and urge Togami's hand down lower.
Is that actually what he wants? Does it matter? It's what's happening.
What he's actually thinking about is nipples. So guys do react to that. Well, of course he'd known they can get stiff like a girl's; it's not like he hasn't had his own for 19 years. But he's never . . . used them before. Even though there's no awesome titty attached to this one to play with, which does kinda suck, he's still really compelled to put his mouth on it anyway—so he does, without overthinking is, bending to part his lips against Togami's chest and slide his tongue out to stroke wetly and suck lightly at it. He can't watch very well in this position, which is too bad; he wants to see this reaction. He can at least listen for it.
Is it weird, he wonders, to think a dude has pretty great nipples?]
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It seems like maybe finally he can go back to messing with Leon's waistline without it being rushed and inappropriate, but he still hesitates, instead trailing his hand down lower over Leon's shorts rather than under them. Even if he's dancing around removing more clothes, he still feels the need to confirm that Leon is at least as... compromised as he is. ]
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The thing about Leon's underwear is that he's packed pretty tight into it. They're compression shorts, after all. There's no clear outline of anything like there might be otherwise, nothing easy to wrap any fingers around if someone (probably not Togami, let's be real here) were going for that. But that doesn't mean it's not obvious that yes, he is in fact—compromised, sure. Just because he's kind of squished in there doesn't mean he isn't pretty hard at the same time, and the firm bulge is unmistakable.
Or maybe it could be mistaken, but his reaction would be even harder to miss. He'd been half expecting that, because it was obviously what his own body was going for in pressing into Togami's hand like that . . . but that doesn't make it any less electrifying. He gasps, muffled against Togami's chest (but hot against the skin, and damp, lips dragging). And even though part of his mind wants to pull away and end this crazy shit, the whole of his body wants to press into it, and that's what he goes with in the end, hips bucking lightly forward.
And since this is fuckin' happening, it's not only going to happen to him. Leon takes another shuddery breath, rubbing his cheek vaguely against Togami's chest, and all at once, his own hand is down between Togami's legs. He's less hesitant about it in action, if not in thought. If he thinks about it too long he's going to chicken out, dammit.]
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[ Togami jerks slightly, shivering; he can't say he wasn't expecting this, but it's true that expecting something doesn't always dull the reaction.
In a rush, he realizes consciously why this is all so extra embarrassing—he's aware that he doesn't intimidate or captivate Leon enough to save himself from any hypothetical ridicule or rejection. He doesn't really have a safety net to prevent himself from looking stupid. He's historically minimized this universal human problem to the degree that most of the time, he forgets that it's a problem that people have.
But "historically" isn't the way he's doing things anymore, and it's definitely not the way he's doing things now. He can't swing more towards intimidating, or he'll scare Leon away and ultimately shoot himself in the foot. And if he tries to swing towards captivating on purpose, that has about a 100% probability of making him look stupid, so his odds are better this way.
Knowing that doesn't make him more equipped to deal with someone who isn't under his control going and feeling up his hard-on. But it at least gives him some mental clarity to push past the embarrassment and focus on pulling down those compression shorts instead. ]
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His shorts are loose, but his underwear is tight; still, it peels down and around his thighs without too much trouble, exposing him. It's not like he was trying to hide that he's turned on before, but suddenly here he is, completely unable to hide it if he did want to. A choked little sound strangles in his throat, and he can't help but look down his own body, which feels like it's blushing all the way down his neck and chest and maybe even down to his cock itself. (It's not, but it's a lot of bare skin exposed, and seeing it makes this feel abruptly very, very real. Heavily real.)
And there's his hand also between Togami's legs, he can see that too, and that's . . .
. . . It's hot. He can't deny it. Leon hadn't been sure what he'd think about touching a dick until he had one kind of in his hand. Now he does, and it's hot. He has definitely 100% never thought of himself as a guy who likes dicks, but here he is feeling the warm pressure of it against his fingers, and there's something erotic about it in a deep-down primal kind of way he didn't expect. Maybe it's because it's for him. I did this to this asshole. I did this and he likes it.
He wants to see it.
So it's time to get that belt off and Togami's pants open, so that they're on even ground here. Leon fumbles one-handed with that, taking a shaky breath. It's embarrassing to be clumsy about it, but it also means his hand rubbing more accidentally between Togami's legs too, feeling him up through his pants, which he's finding he likes a whole lot.
As he starts shoving them down, it feels like there's some spell going on over both of them that he'll only break if he says anything; the thought terrifies him. And yet it's like an itch he can't stand not to scratch. He has to. He wants to hear while he sees.]
—You like this.
[Finally.]
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Until Leon does the same thing to him, of course. And Leon says those three words, weighing down on him like a guilty verdict. His gaze snaps back up instantly to look up at Leon's face. You can't prove anything! You didn't see anything!! He doesn't even realize that Leon is talking about something slightly different. Even though the feeling of those hands moving against him is hard to miss. ]
Nnn, that's—
[ He regrets opening his mouth. He didn't have an ending to that sentence planned, but he doesn't even try to finish it when his voice comes out far more dry and cracked than he was expecting, with the moan the most coherent part of it. He swallows, mouth thinning to try and mask his embarrassment. ]
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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 . . .
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He's even more conscious of Leon's gaze meeting his, though. He can't bring himself to break the eye contact now. It's a matter of pride. But as hard as he fights, his face is still flushed and open compared to the tight mask it usually is. And focusing so much on his facial expression means he's not paying as much attention to controlling his hips, so it can't be helped that he subconsciously lifts them, pressing into Leon's touch. ]
That's—true...
[ But he can like something without being embarrassing about it. Right? In theory? ]
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But he's also going to be thinking for a good long time about how it feels to feel a guy's dick getting harder in his hand, and his hips push up into it. And so finally he needs to look down at that, to see it too, to appreciate how his fingers look curled around Togami through his—]
Is your underwear, like, custom-made . . .
[That's not really dirty talk, oops. He murmurs it with a little smile, though his tone is only gently amused, more fond than mocking. Why's he even surprised? At least it's not spun out of gold or something.
Leon squeezes with his fingers, less tentatively at last—firmly, even. And then he begins tugging Togami's fancy panties down around his thighs.
The moment of truth. Will he be totally turned off when he sees it? (He's pretty sure by now that's not going to happen, and deliberately shoving aside worrying about that.)]
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[ He sounds confused. He probably doesn't fully understand that other people don't have their entire wardrobe made to order. Or at least, he thinks it's way more common than it actually is. Why is this coming up now??
His voice is still weaker than usual, though, and fades into a moan as Leon squeezes, before the underwear starts sliding off. He's not body-conscious, but he's still a little boner-conscious. ]
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Oooookay. Okay. Hokay. They sure are both completely naked, and aroused, by now. Rather than let himself dwell on every implication of that, he says:]
So do you get tailors to come measure your dick every year or something?
[And maybe that's not exactly dirty talk, but it comes out sounding surprisingly thick anyway, and it gives Leon the courage to wrap his fingers around Togami's cock and begin stroking it. Slowly, firmly, watching the way the skin moves and the way his fingers and rings stand out against the color—maybe he should take those off . . .
But for now, he doesn't want to stop. This is a whole lot more compelling than he expected it to be. Even though he still sounds amused about the Togami Family Panty Tailor, the breath he lets out is shaky and heated, too, and he chews on his lip as he watches his hand move.]
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The conversation takes his mind off things, and gives him a little more ability to handle this happening, too. ] Are you offering to be my new tailor—? I don't see how it's relevant to you otherwise.
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He experiments with it. Nothing too fast yet. He's not desperate to have this over, and that'd be weird and unsexy. But he watches Togami, peeking up at his face, as he tries changing up the pace, the pressure, the way he's moving his hand, the way his thumb skims and presses up the side of the shaft and then strokes over the head in a little circle. He knows what he likes himself—but he's nothing like Togami.
That's kind of cool.]
Are you saying you need me to come measure your dick once a year?
[And then, after a beat:]
. . . Only once a year? 'm kinda disappointed.
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[ He's flustered by actually engaging in this silly conversation though, almost as much as he is by the part where they're having sex. Or maybe there's also an awkward undercurrent to that, where the implications of Leon being disappointed are not lost on him. If one night of sexual experimentation ends up with Leon hanging off of him like a barnacle—
He won't worry about that for now. For now, the experience isn't negative. Leon's hand is much less clumsy than expected, and he finds himself breathing harder, biting his lip every so often. ]
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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.]
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