[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.]
Well, we have come this far, so I have to assume you find it at least somewhat enjoyable...
[ That's another moment where he accidentally implies that he himself enjoys it, though. He isn't having these thoughts consciously and directly... he just does or says something that he then feels he has to confront himself about. He has to piece together the conclusion that he's enjoying it the same as Leon does; in some ways he's at a disadvantage, when he can't even see his own face. It just doesn't feel like this is his reaction, the reaction that Byakuya Togami would have, but where else would it be coming from? His own reactions to things are becoming unruly and slipping out of his control.
But... it's fine. It's fine. The situation is still proceeding smoothly. It's near impossible to feel too upset about this when Leon's hand still feels really good and nothing about this situation is without his own consent. He soothes himself enough this way that when Leon leans up closer to his face, he doesn't even defensively harden his expression, the way he normally would. He lets himself be deliberately receptive. So when Leon kisses him again, it feels only natural, and not something that he has to catch up to. He can just kiss back, easily. ]
[Leon's slightly distracted in the kiss, but only for as long as it takes him to one-handedly, blindly dig his lotion out of his nightstand drawer. There's a box of tissues in there too, both of them for the usual nightly ritual that involves Leon's dick . . .
But if those work for that, they'll work for this, too. He leaves the drawer open once he's got the lotion, because tissues might come in handy later, and drops the bottle onto the bed next to them. And then he can focus on the kiss, so he turns his attention to that, because Togami's face before he'd kissed him had looked real inviting, whether or not he meant it to.
He's still on him, and now that he's folded down over him again, it's easy to shift his weight down until he's lying on top of Togami, with both of their bodies pressed together, completely naked, tangled up from shoulders to knees. That feels—wow. Wow. It's not anything like pressing up against a naked girl, but right now, he can't even say it's not as good. It's hot and smooth and intimate and he can feel every part pressing against him, enough that he falters in the kiss again, moaning shortly into Togami's mouth.
His own erection ended up somewhere pressed against Togami's hip. It's when that happens that he remembers it's been a while since he's been touched, and anything rubbing up even the slightest bit against his cock right now is fuckin' fantastic.]
[ 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. ]
[It's there within his reach, a medium-sized bottle of generic unscented hand lotion. Utilitarian, for what a boy needs it for.
Leon's already not paying attention to that anymore. The pause in the kiss gives him a moment to catch his breath, which is proving difficult; every time he thinks he's got it, it escapes him again. Maybe he's just going to have to commit to light panting up against Togami's mouth, because it's harder and harder to be on top of things when he's getting this turned on. So to speak, anyway. He is definitely on top of something right now, that's the whole thing . . .
Swallowing is even harder, but he finally manages one of those too, clearing his throat out to speak, thick and rough.]
You like that too?
[And he doesn't actually know which part Togami liked, though he's pretty sure he's not wrong that he did. Himself, pressed up against Leon? Or Leon pressed up against him? He tests it to see the reaction, and because his body wants to move: he grinds down slowly against Togami, rubbing both of them against each other's bare skin at the same time, choking on another swallow.]
[ Togami bites his lip, suppressing his reaction in a way that's about as obvious as the reaction himself. He's not sure what the lotion was brought out for. He considers opening it and using it to slick things up, but his body already feels so slick with sweat that maybe it's not necessary, if they're doing things like this—he lets the bottle fall back down onto the bed, and uses that hand to grip onto Leon's back, pulling his body up to return the grinding motion. ]
[It was for his well thought out plans, which are rapidly getting derailed. Are they doing things like this? Can you do things like this? He hadn't thought of this as a thing they could do, but his knowledge of that kind of thing once you get two guys involved is pretty lacking.
And he's definitely seeing now that that was a stupid thing to think, anyway. You touch dicks enough and eventually they come. It doesn't matter much how you do it, even if it's in some way you never thought much about, like rubbing off on a guy's hips and thighs and well hell now he's sure thinking about it, inasmuch as he can think about anything when he's being ground up on like that—
At least for now—for now, he can't think of anything better than this. He grinds down again as soon as Togami's done grinding up, admiring in some distant way how good it feels to work in rhythm like that, damp and hot and weighing him down hard onto the bed, and buries his face against Togami's chest with a long, shameless groan. Even if they don't take this all the way to the end, it feels so good to get lost in the moment, just moving in a way that feels natural, that he wants a little more of this first.]
[ Togami isn't even bothering trying to think of any other option. This may be unfamiliar to him, but hey, whatever works. Even if Leon is pressed right up against him, it feels good, to a degree that outweighs any discomfort he might otherwise feel. So he just keeps rubbing up against him with short moans and gasps, losing some of his reluctance in the rhythm. ]
[Whatever works. And boy does it. Exactly the way it should—all the thoughts in Leon's head about stopping, or any other plans, are being driven out by just how fucking good this feels and how good it is that Togami thinks so, too. Maybe that's most of it, even. He can't give himself any credit for suave or skilled technique right now, but who cares? What does it matter if it's just two people clinging on and moving just right and loving it?
He tips his face up for something, he's not sure what, but then his lips brush Togami's collarbone and he latches on there, mouthing and then sucking and biting down because it's what feels right. That's definitely going to leave a mark. His whole body shudders as he grinds down, shifting just this way, and that, until his cock is tucked up snugly between Togami's thighs and rubbing hard and damp against the soft, hot skin there—]
[ 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. ]
[Leon shifts down harder against him with the nudge, breaking off the hickey to suck in a deep breath. And then another one. He's beyond the point of one deep breath being enough for him. The new angle works for him too; he drags himself up even tighter against Togami's body, closer to his face, hips grinding down hard against the hot, slick skin under him. (Should it be more slick? Could they use some lotion? That would involve stopping . . . )
He's not over his urge to do things with his mouth. Once he's up in Togami's face, he moves to nipping along his jaw, panting hard—but even though it's a struggle to say anything right now, he can't help but do it anyway. One of many things he likes doing with his mouth during sex. And he's tipped past the point of worrying about ruining the mood anymore.]
You want me to come all over you—?
[His voice is breathless and heated and dark, choked with how fuckin' close he is.]
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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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[ That's another moment where he accidentally implies that he himself enjoys it, though. He isn't having these thoughts consciously and directly... he just does or says something that he then feels he has to confront himself about. He has to piece together the conclusion that he's enjoying it the same as Leon does; in some ways he's at a disadvantage, when he can't even see his own face. It just doesn't feel like this is his reaction, the reaction that Byakuya Togami would have, but where else would it be coming from? His own reactions to things are becoming unruly and slipping out of his control.
But... it's fine. It's fine. The situation is still proceeding smoothly. It's near impossible to feel too upset about this when Leon's hand still feels really good and nothing about this situation is without his own consent. He soothes himself enough this way that when Leon leans up closer to his face, he doesn't even defensively harden his expression, the way he normally would. He lets himself be deliberately receptive. So when Leon kisses him again, it feels only natural, and not something that he has to catch up to. He can just kiss back, easily. ]
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But if those work for that, they'll work for this, too. He leaves the drawer open once he's got the lotion, because tissues might come in handy later, and drops the bottle onto the bed next to them. And then he can focus on the kiss, so he turns his attention to that, because Togami's face before he'd kissed him had looked real inviting, whether or not he meant it to.
He's still on him, and now that he's folded down over him again, it's easy to shift his weight down until he's lying on top of Togami, with both of their bodies pressed together, completely naked, tangled up from shoulders to knees. That feels—wow. Wow. It's not anything like pressing up against a naked girl, but right now, he can't even say it's not as good. It's hot and smooth and intimate and he can feel every part pressing against him, enough that he falters in the kiss again, moaning shortly into Togami's mouth.
His own erection ended up somewhere pressed against Togami's hip. It's when that happens that he remembers it's been a while since he's been touched, and anything rubbing up even the slightest bit against his cock right now is fuckin' fantastic.]
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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. ]
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Leon's already not paying attention to that anymore. The pause in the kiss gives him a moment to catch his breath, which is proving difficult; every time he thinks he's got it, it escapes him again. Maybe he's just going to have to commit to light panting up against Togami's mouth, because it's harder and harder to be on top of things when he's getting this turned on. So to speak, anyway. He is definitely on top of something right now, that's the whole thing . . .
Swallowing is even harder, but he finally manages one of those too, clearing his throat out to speak, thick and rough.]
You like that too?
[And he doesn't actually know which part Togami liked, though he's pretty sure he's not wrong that he did. Himself, pressed up against Leon? Or Leon pressed up against him? He tests it to see the reaction, and because his body wants to move: he grinds down slowly against Togami, rubbing both of them against each other's bare skin at the same time, choking on another swallow.]
Mmmm—
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[ Togami bites his lip, suppressing his reaction in a way that's about as obvious as the reaction himself. He's not sure what the lotion was brought out for. He considers opening it and using it to slick things up, but his body already feels so slick with sweat that maybe it's not necessary, if they're doing things like this—he lets the bottle fall back down onto the bed, and uses that hand to grip onto Leon's back, pulling his body up to return the grinding motion. ]
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And he's definitely seeing now that that was a stupid thing to think, anyway. You touch dicks enough and eventually they come. It doesn't matter much how you do it, even if it's in some way you never thought much about, like rubbing off on a guy's hips and thighs and well hell now he's sure thinking about it, inasmuch as he can think about anything when he's being ground up on like that—
At least for now—for now, he can't think of anything better than this. He grinds down again as soon as Togami's done grinding up, admiring in some distant way how good it feels to work in rhythm like that, damp and hot and weighing him down hard onto the bed, and buries his face against Togami's chest with a long, shameless groan. Even if they don't take this all the way to the end, it feels so good to get lost in the moment, just moving in a way that feels natural, that he wants a little more of this first.]
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[ Togami isn't even bothering trying to think of any other option. This may be unfamiliar to him, but hey, whatever works. Even if Leon is pressed right up against him, it feels good, to a degree that outweighs any discomfort he might otherwise feel. So he just keeps rubbing up against him with short moans and gasps, losing some of his reluctance in the rhythm. ]
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He tips his face up for something, he's not sure what, but then his lips brush Togami's collarbone and he latches on there, mouthing and then sucking and biting down because it's what feels right. That's definitely going to leave a mark. His whole body shudders as he grinds down, shifting just this way, and that, until his cock is tucked up snugly between Togami's thighs and rubbing hard and damp against the soft, hot skin there—]
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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. ]
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He's not over his urge to do things with his mouth. Once he's up in Togami's face, he moves to nipping along his jaw, panting hard—but even though it's a struggle to say anything right now, he can't help but do it anyway. One of many things he likes doing with his mouth during sex. And he's tipped past the point of worrying about ruining the mood anymore.]
You want me to come all over you—?
[His voice is breathless and heated and dark, choked with how fuckin' close he is.]
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