[ By now he's trying to suppress his own noises—he's used up their functionality, and it would just be embarrassing. It's more difficult than he would have assumed, though. He's not sure how he should be feeling about Leon doing all of this to him, and how he's forced—forced!—to attempt to mimic it, dragging his teeth along Leon's lip. But he does feel something, and keeping quiet with his opinions makes him a little uncomfortable. He shifts around in the vines, sliding an arm halfway free through the loosened loops, and pressing his own body forward.
It's around now that he makes the connection between their activities and their freedom, himself. He sucks in a sharp breath in surprise, which comes off a lot differently in context, with his mouth pressed against Leon's. ]
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It's around now that he makes the connection between their activities and their freedom, himself. He sucks in a sharp breath in surprise, which comes off a lot differently in context, with his mouth pressed against Leon's. ]