( There's no shoving that comes— just slow answered kisses, lazy in mirror, but clearly enjoying. It's nice, honestly, this sort of slow, calm kissing in between the height of his heart beating, the feeling of Leo arching up into his hand from below. Lightly, he hums into the kiss to show his pleasure, giving him a few more strokes to help him ride through the pleasure.
Kissing slows, but doesn't stop as long as Leo is willing to keep it up. Not yet, anyway, not while he's enjoying this closeness, and while he's not the type to ask for it. He has to take what he can get. )
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Kissing slows, but doesn't stop as long as Leo is willing to keep it up. Not yet, anyway, not while he's enjoying this closeness, and while he's not the type to ask for it. He has to take what he can get. )