He doesn't have time to actually ask it, but it's about all he has time to think before that's happening and his brain short-circuits for a moment. He's not sure how to take what Togami had just said, and not let him reply to. A convenient opportunity?! Is this not CERES dicking them around and forcing them into this incredibly awkward situation that he really really never wanted!
Here's the truth: after the whole library incident, he's thought about it, like, once. A couple, no more than five times. It would be stretching it to call it a fantasy. Does it count as a fantasy if you don't actually get off to it? No! Of course not! Case closed! And he hadn't even meant to think about it most of those times! It was one of those thoughts that popped into his head, like jumping off a bridge when you're walking across one, screaming obscenities in the library, or deliberately leaving That Drawer open when he has company just to see what happens. Not things he would actually do; they turn his stomach a little to think about. (Okay, the library thing might be funny, but . . . )
They're just there. Thoughts in his head. Just like this, except for how now it's actually happening in real life, and Leon's frozen in stasis between oh hhhheeeell no and if it's happening anyway, might as well make it good—
Jesus, why would he even think a thing like that?! Togami's a dude! It's been a long time since Leon kissed anyone, but not that long! And yeah, so that whole library thing had been . . . awkward, or something, but feeling awkward sometimes about it at night didn't mean he . . .
This sucks. He can't enjoy this like this. (Isn't it better not to enjoy this?!)
All of that feels like it takes at least ten minutes, but it's actually only two seconds before Leon pulls back enough to break the kiss, ugh—
—and automatically goes to move his right hand to wipe his mouth, and while he can't do that, he can move his hand. Just a little. The vines have loosened enough that he can just budge.
Well, shit: it actually was working, wasn't it? And now that he's already gone and locked lips with a guy, even if it wasn't like he wanted to or anything, and didn't immediately throw up or something from guy-on-guy mouth-to-mouth, isn't it worth it to get the fuck out of here and go home . . . ?
Okay. He takes a breath—all of that only took another second, geez—and leans in again, closing the distance himself this time, to kiss back and get this over with.
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He doesn't have time to actually ask it, but it's about all he has time to think before that's happening and his brain short-circuits for a moment. He's not sure how to take what Togami had just said, and not let him reply to. A convenient opportunity?! Is this not CERES dicking them around and forcing them into this incredibly awkward situation that he really really never wanted!
Here's the truth: after the whole library incident, he's thought about it, like, once. A couple, no more than five times. It would be stretching it to call it a fantasy. Does it count as a fantasy if you don't actually get off to it? No! Of course not! Case closed! And he hadn't even meant to think about it most of those times! It was one of those thoughts that popped into his head, like jumping off a bridge when you're walking across one, screaming obscenities in the library, or deliberately leaving That Drawer open when he has company just to see what happens. Not things he would actually do; they turn his stomach a little to think about. (Okay, the library thing might be funny, but . . . )
They're just there. Thoughts in his head. Just like this, except for how now it's actually happening in real life, and Leon's frozen in stasis between oh hhhheeeell no and if it's happening anyway, might as well make it good—
Jesus, why would he even think a thing like that?! Togami's a dude! It's been a long time since Leon kissed anyone, but not that long! And yeah, so that whole library thing had been . . . awkward, or something, but feeling awkward sometimes about it at night didn't mean he . . .
This sucks. He can't enjoy this like this. (Isn't it better not to enjoy this?!)
All of that feels like it takes at least ten minutes, but it's actually only two seconds before Leon pulls back enough to break the kiss, ugh—
—and automatically goes to move his right hand to wipe his mouth, and while he can't do that, he can move his hand. Just a little. The vines have loosened enough that he can just budge.
Well, shit: it actually was working, wasn't it? And now that he's already gone and locked lips with a guy, even if it wasn't like he wanted to or anything, and didn't immediately throw up or something from guy-on-guy mouth-to-mouth, isn't it worth it to get the fuck out of here and go home . . . ?
Okay. He takes a breath—all of that only took another second, geez—and leans in again, closing the distance himself this time, to kiss back and get this over with.
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