[ it's a slow descent, little by little, and leo's finding he's struggling at the borderline of being there and not, at the same time. he's usually the patient type, somewhat (mostly due to the fact he doesn't linger on anything), yet he's also selectively impatient about some things; the slow way that tsukasa unravels him is one of those things in that list. of course, he loves it, too — the way he's driven to focus on the results of tsukasa's own concentration, his skin set alight by every touch.
and the jolt he gets from the heat of tsukasa's mouth, the feel of his fingers that he's adjusting and adjusted to, gets leo's back arching off the bed somewhat. he doesn't think it's possible to be still, not with the way there's so much building in him. his breath is a stutter, intermingled with the soft noises falling from his lips, and the feel of his hands grasping for any part of tsukasa he can reach. his eyes flutter shut, face flushed.
he's pulled, pulled, pulled, by every single motion of tsukasa's, like a magnet — ]
H...aha, [ a pant turns into a laugh, weak and coated in every single emotion leo's feeling right now ] you're really — gonna turn me crazy, Tsu—
[ it's too slow still, sinking him but not quite drowning, and it really is pushing him. the way he says what he says implies he still needs more, of course, but he doesn't ask out loud.
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and the jolt he gets from the heat of tsukasa's mouth, the feel of his fingers that he's adjusting and adjusted to, gets leo's back arching off the bed somewhat. he doesn't think it's possible to be still, not with the way there's so much building in him. his breath is a stutter, intermingled with the soft noises falling from his lips, and the feel of his hands grasping for any part of tsukasa he can reach. his eyes flutter shut, face flushed.
he's pulled, pulled, pulled, by every single motion of tsukasa's, like a magnet — ]
H...aha, [ a pant turns into a laugh, weak and coated in every single emotion leo's feeling right now ] you're really — gonna turn me crazy, Tsu—
[ it's too slow still, sinking him but not quite drowning, and it really is pushing him. the way he says what he says implies he still needs more, of course, but he doesn't ask out loud.
not yet, anyway. ]