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.]
That was not really what he expected either reaction to be, Togami's or his own—why's it so funny? Is it because this is like, the ultimate in tension? Holding your friend(?) down on your bed in the dark and whispering to him about coming all over his body, hanging by a thread to your control? And then it just fuckin' snaps like a girl's hairtie because suddenly he's making comments about your laundry?
And yet it's somehow still really, really good?
He presses his face against Togami's throat, his whole body shaking with barely-restrained giggles—and then, because he feels like it, because it is still good and he's happy about it—
he rewards him, thrusting down hard and fast a few times against his hips, rubbing up deliberately and especially against the length of Togami's erection.]
[ With grudging embarrassment, he follows along with that movement. As embarrassing as it is, he's more relieved, that his sidestep was successful and he managed to get this out of it. He grinds up slow and shuddering against Leon's body, savoring the friction. ]
[Leon brushes his lips to Togami's ear to say that—so low that his breathing is louder than the words. It's almost more tone than real speaking, heavy and dripping with arousal. And fondness. It's teasing, but with no sting, only the amused and intimate pleasure of the moment.
But he's nearing the limit of being coherent, anyway. Is he going to come first? That's not surprising, he thinks, and he's too far gone to care, even if he'd be smug about it going the other way. As much as Togami's enjoying this, Leon's the one starting to faintly shake, his rhythm getting tight and jerky.]
[ His response is in a whisper, automatically lowering his voice after Leon did the same. He's not surprised that Leon's going to come first either, but he's still trying to figure out how to—prepare for it. He just braces himself mentally for it happening so he can fight any instinct to be repulsed, subconsciously squeezing his legs tighter. (He's not entirely sure he needs to fight the instinct—he might be into it regardless—but he'll never know as long as he keeps doing it deliberately.) ]
[He's not going to grace that with an answer yet. There's a time for explaining the intricacies of properly placed vulgarity. Literally while you're coming isn't one of them.
Togami's reaction doesn't hurt that happening, either. Leon hiccups with another laugh, but that only lasts a second before he's trailing off into a deep, breathless groan, face mashed up hard against Togami's chest and lips parted against his collarbone. Whether Togami likes it or not, it's happening, in hot, thick pulses against his thighs. (Good job pressing them closer together, that was damn good.)]
[ There's a soft, strangled groan in his throat as it happens. He's still somewhat dubious about this whole situation despite psyching himself up. But it's thrilling in equal measure, and he finds himself craving the same thing. After a few moments, he pulls his legs apart again, shivering at the fluid sliding down his skin. ]
Ugh...
[ Maybe those thoughts can be combined into the idea of wanting to inflict the same sensations onto Leon. No comment as to whether he's classifying this as a positive or negative thing to inflict upon him, though. ]
[Leon stutters out another little giggle at the ugh, which is about all the air he has in his body after that, so then he spends the next few moments gasping.
Hooooly shit.
It's not time just yet to let the afterglow wash over him. Togami still hasn't come—and Leon wants him to. It's not like orgasming just turned off the button inside of himself that's enjoying the hell out of this, which he'd half thought it might. But no, he's still just as eager to make this happen.
So after another deep breath, he hauls himself up onto one elbow so he can reach down between their bodies and grab Togami's cock in his hand again. This isn't a great angle for stroking him off . . . but it's a fine angle for pressing it up against Leon's belly and rubbing down against it, fingers and palm squeezing encouragingly.]
Ugh, huh . . . c'mon, Togami, gonna pay me back for doin' that to you? C'moooon.
[ He wasn't actually expecting Leon to be so enthusiastically suggesting the same thing. He bites his lip momentarily before speaking, his face and body feeling hot, and his cock rubbing up against Leon's skin actually feeling distractingly good—wait, wasn't he saying something? ]
Are you saying you want me to—? [ In the end that seems like a pretty stupid thing to have said, actually. ]
[ . . . He hopes. It'd be really, really embarrassing otherwise.
But Togami seems close, in Leon's not-so-expert opinion, and Leon's not about to stop anyway. Not until this is finished. He leans down closer to Togami's face again, fascinated by the way he looks even when Leon's finished himself. It's good. It's real good. His rolls his body down again, rubbing with both his hand and his bare, hot stomach, almost close enough to kiss but not doing so.
He does want him to; that's the weird thing he's not even bothering to think about just yet.]
[ There's something—appealing about that answer. Where their desires are framed as irrelevant in the face of irrefutable facts. It's a very Togami-like answer to that question, actually, and so narcissistic self-admiration leads him to approve. He sidesteps the urge to resist it by embracing it with conscious consent. His eyelids are half-lowered as he looks up at Leon's face not far from his, lips curved into a smile even as his mouth hangs open.
He gasps as he thrusts his hips up, rubbing more forcefully than Leon was managing on his own. ]
[That look is fucking stupid and charming, and, it turns out, impossible to resist kissing. So Leon closes the distance between them and tries to stop grinning long enough to manage a kiss, with dubious, slightly messy success, and moves with Togami, rubbing him between his hand and his belly as best he can at this angle. He could change tactics here to make this easier, but . . . there's something really appealing about the way it's happening right now.
He can't speak his encouragement very well while he's trying to kiss, but he does hum and murmur into Togami's mouth, in an approving kind of way.]
[ There isn't as much tension to the moment as there could be, but it's pretty... fun. And in the process of enjoying the moment and the kiss for what it is, the tension starts to build again more naturally. It's gradual, but the conscious realization is sudden, and he moans into the kiss as his own desperation starts to catch up with him, squirming up against Leon's body. ]
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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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Well—they're your sheets that you'll need to have cleaned...
[ This is admittedly a major consideration in how willing he is to agree to this. ]
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That was not really what he expected either reaction to be, Togami's or his own—why's it so funny? Is it because this is like, the ultimate in tension? Holding your friend(?) down on your bed in the dark and whispering to him about coming all over his body, hanging by a thread to your control? And then it just fuckin' snaps like a girl's hairtie because suddenly he's making comments about your laundry?
And yet it's somehow still really, really good?
He presses his face against Togami's throat, his whole body shaking with barely-restrained giggles—and then, because he feels like it, because it is still good and he's happy about it—
he rewards him, thrusting down hard and fast a few times against his hips, rubbing up deliberately and especially against the length of Togami's erection.]
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[ With grudging embarrassment, he follows along with that movement. As embarrassing as it is, he's more relieved, that his sidestep was successful and he managed to get this out of it. He grinds up slow and shuddering against Leon's body, savoring the friction. ]
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[Leon brushes his lips to Togami's ear to say that—so low that his breathing is louder than the words. It's almost more tone than real speaking, heavy and dripping with arousal. And fondness. It's teasing, but with no sting, only the amused and intimate pleasure of the moment.
But he's nearing the limit of being coherent, anyway. Is he going to come first? That's not surprising, he thinks, and he's too far gone to care, even if he'd be smug about it going the other way. As much as Togami's enjoying this, Leon's the one starting to faintly shake, his rhythm getting tight and jerky.]
Ah—
[So, so close.]
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[ His response is in a whisper, automatically lowering his voice after Leon did the same. He's not surprised that Leon's going to come first either, but he's still trying to figure out how to—prepare for it. He just braces himself mentally for it happening so he can fight any instinct to be repulsed, subconsciously squeezing his legs tighter. (He's not entirely sure he needs to fight the instinct—he might be into it regardless—but he'll never know as long as he keeps doing it deliberately.) ]
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Togami's reaction doesn't hurt that happening, either. Leon hiccups with another laugh, but that only lasts a second before he's trailing off into a deep, breathless groan, face mashed up hard against Togami's chest and lips parted against his collarbone. Whether Togami likes it or not, it's happening, in hot, thick pulses against his thighs. (Good job pressing them closer together, that was damn good.)]
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[ There's a soft, strangled groan in his throat as it happens. He's still somewhat dubious about this whole situation despite psyching himself up. But it's thrilling in equal measure, and he finds himself craving the same thing. After a few moments, he pulls his legs apart again, shivering at the fluid sliding down his skin. ]
Ugh...
[ Maybe those thoughts can be combined into the idea of wanting to inflict the same sensations onto Leon. No comment as to whether he's classifying this as a positive or negative thing to inflict upon him, though. ]
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Hooooly shit.
It's not time just yet to let the afterglow wash over him. Togami still hasn't come—and Leon wants him to. It's not like orgasming just turned off the button inside of himself that's enjoying the hell out of this, which he'd half thought it might. But no, he's still just as eager to make this happen.
So after another deep breath, he hauls himself up onto one elbow so he can reach down between their bodies and grab Togami's cock in his hand again. This isn't a great angle for stroking him off . . . but it's a fine angle for pressing it up against Leon's belly and rubbing down against it, fingers and palm squeezing encouragingly.]
Ugh, huh . . . c'mon, Togami, gonna pay me back for doin' that to you? C'moooon.
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[ He wasn't actually expecting Leon to be so enthusiastically suggesting the same thing. He bites his lip momentarily before speaking, his face and body feeling hot, and his cock rubbing up against Leon's skin actually feeling distractingly good—wait, wasn't he saying something? ]
Are you saying you want me to—? [ In the end that seems like a pretty stupid thing to have said, actually. ]
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[ . . . He hopes. It'd be really, really embarrassing otherwise.
But Togami seems close, in Leon's not-so-expert opinion, and Leon's not about to stop anyway. Not until this is finished. He leans down closer to Togami's face again, fascinated by the way he looks even when Leon's finished himself. It's good. It's real good. His rolls his body down again, rubbing with both his hand and his bare, hot stomach, almost close enough to kiss but not doing so.
He does want him to; that's the weird thing he's not even bothering to think about just yet.]
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[ There's something—appealing about that answer. Where their desires are framed as irrelevant in the face of irrefutable facts. It's a very Togami-like answer to that question, actually, and so narcissistic self-admiration leads him to approve. He sidesteps the urge to resist it by embracing it with conscious consent. His eyelids are half-lowered as he looks up at Leon's face not far from his, lips curved into a smile even as his mouth hangs open.
He gasps as he thrusts his hips up, rubbing more forcefully than Leon was managing on his own. ]
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He can't speak his encouragement very well while he's trying to kiss, but he does hum and murmur into Togami's mouth, in an approving kind of way.]
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