Heh, sure. You've got a reputation as a straight guy to protect, right? Wont tell a soul--whatever happens stays right here in this room, so just go ahead and let yourself want, and tell me all about it.

[ He rolls his hips again, the motion slow and teasing, but not particularly satisfying. His eyes are bright as he watches Leon's face--he loves this sort of thing. Like he's thought before, he's not enough of a jerk to want to force someone or thrall someone's senses into wanting this, but he loves watching someone essentially thrall themselves with the deniability they can tell themselves they have.

So maybe he's a little bit of a jerk.

He leans in even closer, tipping his head like he'd nuzzle Leon's cheek, kiss up his jaw -- his mouth close enough to Leon's skin that his breath can be felt, though he doesn't quite manage to really touch. His lips do brush against Leon's ear when he speaks, however ]

I'm gonna make you feel real good, Kuwata Leon...