[ at first, the hummed agreement, the deepened kiss, the small displays of care as tsukasa toys with his hair—leo allows himself to fall into those first, his toes practically curling at the feel of it all, something not quite like a groan rising from the back of his throat as he kisses tsukasa back.
to feel nothing but him, to think of nothing but him—that's great. the tension in leo's stomach coils as he's shifted, and then there's pressure, and—
—the thought that he could headbutt tsukasa, probably.
but this wouldn't be the knight he fell in love with if he wasn't going to be a little shit, so perhaps leo should've expected this... it's amusing, aggravating, a lot of things. leo's not to the point where he's going to writhe and beg, but
but he does squirm a bit, a hand trailing to tsukasa's shoulder and gripping there, maybe a little harder than necessary. vocalizing what he's thinking isn't really possible with a mouth on his, with his determination to meet tsukasa's tongue as much as he can, so he'll have to settle with this.
no subject
to feel nothing but him, to think of nothing but him—that's great. the tension in leo's stomach coils as he's shifted, and then there's pressure, and—
—the thought that he could headbutt tsukasa, probably.
but this wouldn't be the knight he fell in love with if he wasn't going to be a little shit, so perhaps leo should've expected this... it's amusing, aggravating, a lot of things. leo's not to the point where he's going to writhe and beg, but
but he does squirm a bit, a hand trailing to tsukasa's shoulder and gripping there, maybe a little harder than necessary. vocalizing what he's thinking isn't really possible with a mouth on his, with his determination to meet tsukasa's tongue as much as he can, so he'll have to settle with this.
move. ]