[D wins, thank you for playing. Now he's finally content to give talking up for a little bit, humming contentedly as he's kissed. His hand on Leon's back traces lazy swirling patterns over his skin, while D's other hand slips between them to run over his chest.
It was a great idea to keep his shirt off. Really saves time. Even where D's touches are light and pretty much gentle, there's still a particular kind of possessiveness in the way his fingers press decisively against skin. If anyone has mastered the art of reminding himself and maybe Leon too that he's very much D's now with each dip of his hand over a curve of muscle, well.
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It was a great idea to keep his shirt off. Really saves time. Even where D's touches are light and pretty much gentle, there's still a particular kind of possessiveness in the way his fingers press decisively against skin. If anyone has mastered the art of reminding himself and maybe Leon too that he's very much D's now with each dip of his hand over a curve of muscle, well.
Even his makeouts are crazy...]