You don't think that's impressive? Hm. So Ikko's one of those guys who thinks that it's gotta be big and flashy to impress! I see. [ That is overtly teasing, gentle though it is, but Leo isn't trying to shut down a conversation he opened. His grip does tighten in response to either the movement or the honesty, but he won't clarify which. Maybe it's both. ]

We'll disagree, 'cause the first tiny step is always, in retrospect, the biggest one you ever took. Don't you think? [ His first love was a piano in a music shop. Leo's insane about passions in a distinctly offbeat way, and he thinks he hears something like devotion in a quiet little story about a dying flower. He likes it. The weird intimacy, the distracting conversation, is something he falls into easily and earnestly.

But it's not like he's totally forgotten what he's doing. ]

What type of flower? [ It's asked against Esikko's thighs still but then he shifts in the same lazy and focused way so his breath is more against Esikko's dick like he's debating asking for a magical lecture while blowing him which he. Is. Earlier he got told to earn it but he asks anyway: ]

Wanna see how coherently you can teach me about it while I do this? [ Brightly said, and he does intend to listen if it's agreed to. ]