( This sort of thing could go in so many directions. And isn't that what's so exciting about it? Whether they crash and burn out, whether one swallows the other, whether they manage to make this work— it's something that can make them feel alive. At the very least, it makes Esikko feel alive. He, too, loves kissing, loves the connection between two bodies, loves to press himself as close as he can to wrap himself in the warmth he's no longer allowed to have. His own laugh mixes with a quick breath of air, the hold of arms around his neck drawing him closer so that their foreheads can touch. His arms, though thin and fragile, manage to guide Leo onto his back on the couch, one arm reaching just past him to grip the armrest, a prop to keep his own body up as he dips his other hand between them, fingers toying at the waistband of his pants. )
So what sort of things do you enjoy, then? Leo.
( Spoken against his lips, his fingers pry his waistband back and release it in a light snap, his own smile curved against the continuing hungry kiss. )
You seem like someone who would be fun to tease, you know. ( And maybe he is now, constantly interrupting this kiss, playing with clothes but not yet advancing things further. He likes that eagerness, that joy, that flash of impatience— and he wants to draw it out more. )
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So what sort of things do you enjoy, then? Leo.
( Spoken against his lips, his fingers pry his waistband back and release it in a light snap, his own smile curved against the continuing hungry kiss. )
You seem like someone who would be fun to tease, you know. ( And maybe he is now, constantly interrupting this kiss, playing with clothes but not yet advancing things further. He likes that eagerness, that joy, that flash of impatience— and he wants to draw it out more. )