[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. ]
[It's distantly surprising to Leon that he himself is still into this, but he is. He definitely is. Even though it's not a turn-on anymore now that he's already come—though he can see it being one later when his body is ready to ever want sex again—it's still compelling, and fun, and enticing in its own way, and that's despite the fact that it's a guy's dick in his hand and pressed up against him, a guy's come about to spill all over his stomach.
Or maybe it's because of that rather than despite it, but that's something to think about later.
He can tell Togami's closer now, so he speeds up his hand, pressing down against him firmly and biting into the kiss with an approving hum. Right now, he's focused on fully experiencing the feeling of Togami getting off on him, drinking it all in to have and keep for later.]
[ Well, he'll be able to drink it all in sooner rather than later. Togami's breath finally stutters as he breaks the kiss, coming pressed up against Leon's fingers and stomach. ]
[Literally drinking it all in will have to happen sometime after he's leveled up some.
But he's already taking a level in this right now. He can feel that happening, unmistakably, spilling hot over his skin, and . . . it's both kinda gross and kinda, not unappealing. For half a second he considers licking his fingers clean, but then he's over that thought and uncertain why he even had it. Ew, probably.
And yet he still can't say he didn't enjoy it. That was pretty damn satisfying. He just wipes his hand on his thigh instead, because he's really gonna need to shower anyway.
Later. Right now, he doesn't want to move yet. What he wants is to lie here like this and catch his breath and watch Togami do the same.]
[ He closes his eyes, a little uncomfortably aware of Leon's presence as he does so. He doesn't really want to think about how he's being perceived right now...
But, mostly because he doesn't want to have to feel defensive about enjoying himself. He breathes in and out slowly, concentrating on the warm feeling of pleasure still lingering. ]
[With Togami's eyes closed, it's safe to watch him in the afterglow . . . which is really appealing. Maybe he'd hate to know that, but there it is. After a few moments of comfortable silence, Leon reaches out to brush his hair back from his face, oddly compelled. It turns out screwing a guy doesn't make him feel any less affectionate about it afterwards. Huh. That's . . . something to think about some other time.
He doesn't linger too lovingly, but the touch feels good.]
[ He does crack his eyes open at that. A few minutes is enough to regain his composure in demeanor, if not in appearance. So he just gives Leon a mild, quizzical look. ]
[Joke's on you, Togami. Leon reaches up to fluff it up again, laughing. He's surprised by how . . . not terrible everything feels in the aftermath. Maybe later he'll freak out, but right now, it doesn't feel like a friendship was ruined or anything. (Maybe that's because you have to have low standards of friendship for Togami anyway.)]
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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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[It's distantly surprising to Leon that he himself is still into this, but he is. He definitely is. Even though it's not a turn-on anymore now that he's already come—though he can see it being one later when his body is ready to ever want sex again—it's still compelling, and fun, and enticing in its own way, and that's despite the fact that it's a guy's dick in his hand and pressed up against him, a guy's come about to spill all over his stomach.
Or maybe it's because of that rather than despite it, but that's something to think about later.
He can tell Togami's closer now, so he speeds up his hand, pressing down against him firmly and biting into the kiss with an approving hum. Right now, he's focused on fully experiencing the feeling of Togami getting off on him, drinking it all in to have and keep for later.]
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[ Well, he'll be able to drink it all in sooner rather than later. Togami's breath finally stutters as he breaks the kiss, coming pressed up against Leon's fingers and stomach. ]
Haaahhhh...
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But he's already taking a level in this right now. He can feel that happening, unmistakably, spilling hot over his skin, and . . . it's both kinda gross and kinda, not unappealing. For half a second he considers licking his fingers clean, but then he's over that thought and uncertain why he even had it. Ew, probably.
And yet he still can't say he didn't enjoy it. That was pretty damn satisfying. He just wipes his hand on his thigh instead, because he's really gonna need to shower anyway.
Later. Right now, he doesn't want to move yet. What he wants is to lie here like this and catch his breath and watch Togami do the same.]
. . . Mmmmm.
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But, mostly because he doesn't want to have to feel defensive about enjoying himself. He breathes in and out slowly, concentrating on the warm feeling of pleasure still lingering. ]
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He doesn't linger too lovingly, but the touch feels good.]
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What?
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[He says it lightly, though. Still feels good, man. He looks back down at him, grinning and still flushed and messy from everything.]
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I'm not complaining...
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[Joke's on you, Togami. Leon reaches up to fluff it up again, laughing. He's surprised by how . . . not terrible everything feels in the aftermath. Maybe later he'll freak out, but right now, it doesn't feel like a friendship was ruined or anything. (Maybe that's because you have to have low standards of friendship for Togami anyway.)]
. . . So . . . not a bad idea?
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