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90s sadness and gay???

[By this point, Leon has lost track of how long he's been searching for Count D. It became an obsession that only grew with time, and now he couldn't keep to one spot anymore. Not while D was still out there. Across cities, across countries, he probably looked insane to everyone around him. But they didn't know the half of it! Sometimes even Leon wasn't sure he understood what he was doing.

Right now wasn't the time to doubt himself, though. He'd hoped that this lead would get him even an inch closer to his goal, but he hadn't counted on spotting him in the streets. It had to be him. He'd seen him turn and look at him, and those eyes—]

Wait! Stop right there!

[He doesn't hold back, shoving his way through the crowded streets and keeping his eyes locked on him. It doesn't work, because of course it doesn't, and his steps slow in his confusion. His heart is beating way too fast, his stomach sinks, and for a moment he's sure he's lost his one chance.

But something catches the corner of his eye, and his instinct tells him to turn. He reaches out, grabbing the first wrist he can and meeting D's eyes with his own.]

...Found you.

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[It's too late, he's already looked and it was already cute, disgusting. He's still really close... he fiddles with Leon's hair a little, very content with this arrangement.

He wants to Sass, also.]

I thought you wanted to go to sleep.

[That sass makes Leon press his lips together into a frown. Hnn... He did say that, but if he goes back to that, then he has to give up on this closeness. At least a little...]

I changed my mind. [He mumbles it, leaning down to kiss him again, speaking in between against his lips.] Just for a little bit.

[Surely... a little bit is fine. Don't keep talking, that's just embarrassing.]

[Would he, though? Not really. D can sleep like this if he really has to. (he doesn't has to)

But oh, more kisses. He can't help but smirk against his lips, and unfortunately he is going to keep talking.] You know, since you are going to stay with me forever, we will have plenty of time another day.

[don't forget: you're here forever meme]

[It's starting to get to the point where he's noticing that D keeps saying the word "forever." It makes it a little odd, but it's still not enough to set off any alarms. It's just D, after all. And he did say he'd stay no matter what.

It's the continued talking and what he says that gets Leon to grumble back.]

What, so you want to stop kissing?

[He's so unwittingly accepting of D's total crazy behavior. That's sweet of him. D hums, leans up to kiss him again, hums... again. Why is he like this...]

Quite the opposite. We can do this at any time, that's all.

[Let him revel in this like a teenager, okay.]

Sooo... you're saying you wanna go to bed early every night.

[Is that what he's getting at? That's what Leon is getting from this. But he does smile a little when he says that, like he's proud of it. Maybe they won't actually sleep for a while, but that's fine...]

No, I'm— [Ah, wait. He gets it. He really just meant they can make out whenever, wherever... but this is still sweet.]

Yes. Very early. That would be fine with me.

That doesn't sound half bad.

[He knows he can kiss him whenever, he considers that part of the Deal here... But. This is cute? He wants this. He kisses him again, shorter this time.]

How am I supposed to kiss you when you're talking so much?

I see romance is dead.

[He can't just stop talking, it might become obvious that he's still kind of nervous about all of this... But fine, on the tail end of another short kiss he'll just add one more comment,]

You are letting me talk, you know.

Shut up.

[Romance isn't dead, he can totally romance!! Which is exactly why he's letting D talk, see? He's... flirting. This is flirting. He smooths one of his hands down D's back.]

We'll just kiss and talk. [He's not nervous at all himself, see? Okay, he is. That's why talking makes it easier, but also why he runs his mouth enough to comment on it.]

[This isn't flirting at all, this is rudeness. Thankfully D is placated by the hand on his back, curling his fingers a little more into Leon's hair.]

Now I'm receiving mixed messages, dear...

You only say stuff I can stand half of the time.

[He mumbles about that, leaning to kiss D again. This time, it's a little longer and deeper than the last... But he still stops enough in case D wants to talk. He'll just let his hand smooth back up his back again. Casual touching...]

[He's very distracted by these kisses... That isn't a bad thing, but he can't just let it go. He can't possibly.]

And you don't listen to me half of the time, so we're quite even.

[He actually laughs shortly at that, shifting so he can lean more over D with the next kiss.]

That just means we're a good match.

[Yeah... yeah!!]

[Oh, that was actually smooth. D hums, shifting to get more comfortable and sliding his hand down to tug at Leon's shoulder. Yes, come here.]

I will remember that the next time you start a ridiculous argument.

I never start arguments.

[With that lie, he'll roll more effectively on top of D so that he can kiss him better. Daringly, he even kisses the corner of his mouth, and then his jaw, slowly.]

You're the one who's always starting things.

[Arguing about arguing... D's into that. Almost as much as he's into Leon, running a hand down his back and tilting his head to encourage him to dare more. Very exciting.]

Well, I simply don't agree. You are the difficult one.

You're being difficult right now.

[Arguing about arguing, but Leon's words get more distracted by the second. He only mutters that against D's neck with a tentative kiss, one of his hands moving to rest lightly over D's chest. It sits there, too nervous to move for the time being.]

I am never difficult.

[He's not even putting effort into this argument anymore, but it's still going. If Leon is at an impasse, though, that's a very serious problem. D shifts slightly again, bending his leg at the knee to bump that knee against Leon's hip, all while he drags his hand more slowly up his back this time. Come on!!]

[Oh... the bump nudges him a bit closer, and he shivers at the slow dragging of a hand up his back. It feels like his heart is stuck in his throat, but he gets the nerve to dip his head a tiny bit lower, kissing more fully at D's neck.

The most he can manage in reply to this 'argument' is a cross between a hum and a grunt. He's thoroughly distracted.]

[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.

Even his makeouts are crazy...]

[His makeouts are crazy. Leon can't seem to wrap his head around exactly how crazy all of this is, but something about those touches feels heavy. It pulls him in, sending his head spinning as he tries to focus just on kissing D's neck.

His hand smooths down with much more hesitation, not so daring as to slide D's clothing out of the way. He moves over it, fingers curling to crumple cloth but never shoving it out of the way. It's... different when he's already not wearing his shirt. If he starts undressing D, that's a little too fast too soon, right? His heart is pounding and he wants all of whatever this heavy feeling is, but... He has to make sure he can still breathe.

He leans back up to catch D's lips and kisses him again.]

[That could be too fast too soon. Maybe. At the rate they're going, one or both of them will surely vaporize on the spot. D will gladly almost get his arms chopped off mid-makeout, but Leon just pulling at his pajamas makes his head spin. How juvenile...

Leon's kiss distracts him sufficiently from that line of thinking, pulling him back to thinking about here and now, kissing, and not about keeping him forever and ever. He hums against his lips, apparently satisfied, and slips one of his hands back up into his hair again to hold him there. When the kiss breaks he shifts just enough to move down, angling to kiss Leon's jaw and then down his neck.

Give that a moment, and...] Do you remember when you suspected me of being a vampire? Goodness.

[this is the opportune time and place for this bullshit, thanks D]

[It's like D is aiming to make him mess up how smooth he's being at every chance. And he's barely being smooth to begin with! His face heats up at this context with those words, and he huffs as he leans his head back to stare at the ceiling. He half hopes that will help hide his shame...]

What else was I supposed to think? It all matches up! [Shut up, leave him alone!!]

[That's cute, but he should come back here and let D stare at his shame, which is why he nudges pointedly at the back of Leon's head when he looks away. Everyone is wrong sometimes, you baby...]

In which movie? I could hardly believe you met a vampire and still accused me of being one.

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