ioculus | BECAUSE IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR

Uh, you just kinda—

[Okay, no. Leon's not good at teaching by explaining at the best of times; kissing's an even worse topic than usual for that. He's a lead by example kind of guy. How else do people learn how to kiss? Maybe there are books?

He cuts himself off and shakes his head, laughing a little. There's a weird nervousness inside him about this, and he's not sure why (they already did it once! doing it again isn't a big deal, geez!), but at least laughing a little eases it off some.]

—forget it, I'll just show you! Just follow my lead. You pick it up as you go!

[And with that he shoves all his overthinking out of his head and leans in and presses his lips to William's. This time he doesn't pull away right away; he doesn't push it yet, either, giving William a moment to get used to at least this much, but he does leave his hand where it was on his neck, and wraps the other arm loosely around his waist.

See, this is cool and normal and fine so far.]

[Oh okay then. That answers his question perfectly fine.

This is also not nearly as weird before, maybe because this was slightly more willing? And also just happening.

He wonders what to do for a moment and then tries to return the kiss, putting the same amount of pressure into that Leon is giving him. This... really isn't too hard, though it's a level of contact William just isn't used to.

Cautiously he moves his arms so that his hands are resting on Leon's back. This seems about right. Maybe.]

[William's hands on him feel right, and natural, because of course he did that. That's what you do during a kiss. Good! Leon would be proud if he even registered it; he doesn't, quite, because it does feel like it's the right thing to do. He'd notice it more if it were wrong. But it's just pleasant enough to make him hum instinctively into the kiss (such as it is so far) and otherwise set it aside, as a good and right thing.

It's almost like he can just ignore the weird, confusing circumstances here and focus on just kissing.

But that's what he's supposed to be doing! He can do this. With his eyes closed, this is just any other kiss, and that's what he wants, right? He can deal with that . . .

So that's what he does: after a few moments of just pressing their lips together, he shifts to kiss a few times at William's lower lip, framing his own lips around it, touching it briefly with his tongue.]

[It's almost kind of nice actually. Okay, more like it is really nice, but William doesn't want to think too hard the the many implications of that. He'll save those thoughts for, well, hopefully never, but likely long after this is over.

When he feels leans tongue there, William nearly gasps for a moment, more out of surprise than displeasure, hands gripping slightly harder.]

[He was cool until William actually reacted. It's easy to be unaffected and chill and in control when it's just—what, what is this? A demonstration? Practice, maybe? A redo . . .

Whatever it was, it was easy to put out of his mind and work on pure physical instinct. Except then William reacts to his tongue, and . . . it's . . . something. Something.

He's not sure what yet. Maybe he needs more of it to figure it out? It's fine not to think about it until he knows a little better what he's even thinking about, right?

So he can't help but chase it, sucking lightly at William's lip this time, just for a moment, before he tries slipping his tongue between his lips. He is still totally in control of himself here, even if his own hands tighten a little on William too.]

[Oh so Leon's tongue went right in his mouth. Huh. That is a thing that people do apparently? He should be offended. That's how William would have reacted if Leon had suggested this to him.

But it's somehow not awful and he's curious, so maybe, just a taste? As vulgar as that thought is.

Yeah, it's a shame he isn't religious and isn't going to be able to do a billion hail marys to feel better after this.]

[This is why you don't describe kissing to someone before you do it; there's no appealing way to say, yeah, so we touch each other's tongues with our tongues and it feels good—you just kind of have to do it. And they are and it does feel good, for Leon anyhow, so he's not about to pull back now. He shifts half a step closer, even, pulling William a little more firmly into his arms—

Which just serves as a reminder that this is a guy. That isn't really a girly-feeling body against him. Damn. Is it really okay to be into this?! (When did he get into it, anyway?)

But he is, and instead of making him turn and run like it maybe ought to, the whole kissing thing pulls a tiny moan out of him instead, finally. He's finally letting that happen.]

Mmmm . . .

[There is no personal space involved in this situation and William actually likes that. Yeah, he's liking this a lot and he'd almost feel bad about that, but judging by that noise Leon made, he's not exactly hating it either.

And well, it's a lot of sensation that he's not used to. The tongue piercing is a bit strange though, the way it feels against his tongue, but more interesting than disgusting.

It's hard to not notice all the differences between them. Leon has some more bulk to him and is a little taller...

Or is that just his shoes? Huh. He manages to keep himself from laughing at the thought though. Just barely.]

[If he only knew.

It's a good thing that doesn't happen. Well, it might have broken the tension some; whether that's good or bad depends on how you look at it. Leon himself isn't sure. There's definitely a part of his brain that's starting to remind him that this could probably be over aaaany time he wanted it to be . . . and then another part that doesn't want it to be. There's even the part going, invite him back to your place, you could continue this in private,

aaaaand they're totally in public, aren't they. Oh yeah.

No one had been watching when they started, but Leon can't be sure they're not now. He finally breaks the kiss to cast a furtive glance around, breathing hard, face flushed . . .

Well, it seems to be safe, but now there's talking to deal with, probably. (Maybe he could just kiss him again and not talk about it? No, why the hell!)

He swallows hard, looking back at William's face.]

—Uh. Uh, mmmnn . . .

[Oh it's over now? Well yes good. And they are totally in public. Oh yes how could he have forgotten that? This sort of oversight is not good in someone who wants to be a politician one day. He's going to need to learn to be a bit more cautious.

But he swallows a bit, because hah yes, this is now a thing. This talking.]

That was.... much better than before. Definitely much better.

[Wow that sounds so stupid. So very stupid.

And they are still very close. He makes a move to take a step back, because yeah...]

[When William moves backwards, Leon leans forward, chasing him—without even thinking about it. He doesn't mean to. It's like he's magnetically drawn to the prospect of being in his space again for half a second . . . and then he catches himself doing it and jerks to a stop, straightening his posture up and away, cheeks flushing even deeper pink than they already were.

Whoops. He totally hadn't just done that!]

—Yeah! Yyyeah, see? I told you! I just wasn't tryin' the first time! I bet I could do even better than that time, too! I mean I know I can, that was just getting started, not that, heh—

[SHUT UP]

[For a moment it looked like Leon had actually been about to... not let him go? But, no that can't be right. Surely William's mind is just addled right now. That's it. The body has natural reactions on it's own that has nothing to do with the actual desires and interests of the soul inhabiting it.

But before William has a chance to logic himself into a more rational state of being, Leon has to say THAT.]

You could do better than that? I am a bit scared to see what better than that is.

[That is totally profoundly neutral and doesn't imply any interest on William's part. He is totally a great liar like that.]

Ssscared, huh . . .

[Right, scared! Definitely not interested. That didn't sound interested, did it? Or maybe it was? Leon rubs the back of his neck, bright red by now, all the way to his ears.

What would it be like to see William "scared," he wonders, knowing it's not really scared at all, but—something else he's maybe starting to get a little curious about, the longer he thinks about it . . .

Which he's trying not to do too hard, right here and now. Maybe by himself later?

But anyway, that had definitely been a compliment, and even when everything else is like treading the waters of creeping madness or some shit, Leon still always likes those. Focus on that, man . . . ]

'Course I can do better than that, that was just getting started! . . . I told you you were missin' out.

That is just getting started? So then it wasn't a finished demonstration.

[He stops himself from saying the thing his stupid, stupid brain is about to say. Well okay no, he's definitely not stupid. But he's severely compromised.

But well, anyways.]

But yes, fine. You were right. I was missing out. I shall keep it mind that this is something I should look forward to.

Uh—the rest of the demonstration, you mean?

[Leon can hear the hopeful note in his own voice, and internally cringes a little—it's all he can do to keep it off his face. He's not good at keeping his expressions off his face. At this point, he can't tell if William is dismissing him or inviting him to—what? Demonstrate? If that's how you want to put it . . .

At least either one of those options sounds appealing compared to awkwardly dancing around the topic. But he's not quite ready yet to stick his own neck out.

. . . Yet.]

Well, I didn't mean that. But, I would like to-

[He stops, realizing what he's about to say and thinks through it carefully. Because yes, he does want to continue, but he's also becoming worried about what that says about him. But at the same time...]

Do not misunderstand me, but I would not mind a further demonstration. I do not think it gelled in my head.

[He just said that. He really did. He's also quickly coming up with an excuse in case Leon takes that amiss. Something something CERES.]

[That's . . . exactly the kind of excuse Leon would come up with himself, but he wouldn't pull it off with a straight face like that. Which is what confuses him: maybe it's not an excuse? Maybe William really is saying he just wants to study making out, like a total nerd, not because he likes it, but because he wants to git gud?

. . . I'll take it, he decides, before he has time to overthink it.]

—Yeah? We'll I'm an expert, ha ha! Soooo you're in luck! I'm also totally generous!

Yes you are indeed most generous. What would I ever do without your friendship?

[He manages to reign in the sarcasm so that it's not too biting though, because that would be crass considering what they've already done.

But anyways.]

But let us at least leave this place. Prying eyes might... misunderstand.

[No might about it.]

[Right. They might think these two guys are standing here making out because they're into making out with each other or something crazy like that.

Definitely not the situation here at all.

Leon nods, and then laughs at William's stupid sarcasm; it comes out with a tinge of hysterical relief that he himself didn't expect to hear. Because that there is where it hits him that William is still being his stupid sarcastic self and calling him a friend. He's still . . . William. It's not like the entire world changed just because they kissed some and liked it and are about to go kiss more. Somehow, despite everything, things still feel the same.

Who knew? But man is that a weight off Leon's shoulders. He flings an arm around William and squeezes, companionably, and then starts steering them for the door.]

Yeah, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice! Sooooo, uh . . . my place okay?

[the laughter does actually remove most of the tension though. If Leon's not bothered, then why should William be? This is technically one of the most terrible things he's done. And yet, it's not actually been terrible or life ruining. And it really doesn't need to be.

He just smiles and sighs because at this point he feels like it's all going to be okay. Somehow. Maybe. What's the point of worrying anymore?]

Yes that is fine. My place wouldn't work. Kevin would not... approve.

[More like Kevin would kill Leon he thinks as he opens the door. The murder of one's friends by one's servants is poor form.]

Edited 2016-02-13 01:49 (UTC)

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