[ 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.)]
[At first, he doesn't get the implication of that gesture; it just feels good. Or, more accurately, it's unexpectedly erotic. His eyelids flutter, and his eyes go a little darker, watching Togami's finger write on him . . .
Oh. Ohhhhhh! Right. That was. What they were here for and all! He recovers, clearing his throat quietly and ignoring the way he can feel his cheeks going just a little hot with embarrassment. There'd been a question too—]
—Uh, yeah, I guess I did. I mean, the experiment was a success, that's all I wanted, ha ha! Or I guess if it hadn't been, that would've been fine . . . at least I would've known.
[But he's glad it was one, to his own surprise.
He moves his own hand down to trace a finger along Togami's side. He doesn't actually have anything to "say," though, so at first he just traces meaningless shapes, and then finally, he just writes YES.]
[ He's relieved that Leon picks up on it again after being so ... thoroughly distracted. His expression softens, but he goes right ahead to continue. ]
That's good.
[ He puts his free arm around Leon, pulling himself closer to hide, and writes: FLAMINES DEAL. ]
[Sure, they can just lie here and draw on each other. That's a normal thing people do after sex. Actually, it's the fact that it could easily be a normal thing they were doing after sex that makes it so weird somehow . . . the idea of lying around lazily in bed tracing over someone's skin is pretty hot. And pretty not a thing that'd normally happen between them specifically.
But CERES doesn't have to know that!
He frowns a little at the words, though. What? His own finger keeps tracing along Togami's side, well obscured by Leon's body on him.]
[ Just have to fake it until you make it. That is, now they're locked into a fate of physical affection indefinitely just to pretend they're acting "normal". Togami will do a whole lot in order to succeed!!1 ]
YES
[ Now that they can touch each other as much as they want without being suspected (...even if it's in a different way than previously planned...) he can take the time to write out his thoughts fully. ]
[ Well that's rude. He tries not to frown, since that would ruin the image of their innocent lovers' embrace. But he looks very deliberately neutral instead. ]
[The insult was directed at the Flamines, but it's not like he's clarifying that. And he's frowning, a little, because he can't quite keep it off his face considering the conversation. Here he'd been thinking about maybe masking this touch-talk with some more fooling around or something, but it turns out this isn't really conducive to that. Yet, anyway.]
[ Hmmm. It's probably not a good idea to look bored while doing this either, which is his default "I don't want to make an expression" expression, but, at least it's better than nothing. This probably would be getting boring by now if they weren't actually having a conversation. Just saying, ]
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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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It went successfully for me. Did you figure out... whatever it was you were attempting to figure out?
[ He writes a question mark on Leon's chest with his finger. ]
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Oh. Ohhhhhh! Right. That was. What they were here for and all! He recovers, clearing his throat quietly and ignoring the way he can feel his cheeks going just a little hot with embarrassment. There'd been a question too—]
—Uh, yeah, I guess I did. I mean, the experiment was a success, that's all I wanted, ha ha! Or I guess if it hadn't been, that would've been fine . . . at least I would've known.
[But he's glad it was one, to his own surprise.
He moves his own hand down to trace a finger along Togami's side. He doesn't actually have anything to "say," though, so at first he just traces meaningless shapes, and then finally, he just writes YES.]
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That's good.
[ He puts his free arm around Leon, pulling himself closer to hide, and writes: FLAMINES DEAL. ]
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[Sure, they can just lie here and draw on each other. That's a normal thing people do after sex. Actually, it's the fact that it could easily be a normal thing they were doing after sex that makes it so weird somehow . . . the idea of lying around lazily in bed tracing over someone's skin is pretty hot. And pretty not a thing that'd normally happen between them specifically.
But CERES doesn't have to know that!
He frowns a little at the words, though. What? His own finger keeps tracing along Togami's side, well obscured by Leon's body on him.]
WHAT
YOU?
WHAT IS CAPTURE C
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YES
[ Now that they can touch each other as much as they want without being suspected (...even if it's in a different way than previously planned...) he can take the time to write out his thoughts fully. ]
FLAMINES ASKED ME TO BRING THEM CERES
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THAT'S STUPID
[Bring them CERES? Like all of CERES? What? What does that even mean?]
MOSLEY?
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UNCLEAR
BELLONA?
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HOW THE HELL ARE YOU GONNA GET TO HER
I'VE AT LEAST MET MOSLEY IN PERSON BEFORE
I DON'T KNOW ANYONE WHO'S EVEN SEEN HER
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BRINGING WHOEVER I CAN GET
[ Hmmm. It's probably not a good idea to look bored while doing this either, which is his default "I don't want to make an expression" expression, but, at least it's better than nothing. This probably would be getting boring by now if they weren't actually having a conversation. Just saying, ]
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