Finn’s cheeks were probably the brightest shade of red ever seen on a human being at that point in time, but hey. It was for a good reason, wasn’t it? He simply nodded in response after being placed on the bed, debating on whether or not he shoul take off his own choker or something in the meantime. Maybe just… “Um… h—here, I’ll…” And he takes off his own hoodie. He somehow just thought it was fair, if he took something off as well, huh.
Okay, all dumb accessories were off! Time to climb into the bed. He perched himself right in front of Finn’s body, placing his hands on the other’s knees, as if to give him a bit of a warning that he was about to settle himself in between them. Rather slowly, he separated Finn’s legs, slithering his body in between them and using his hands to hold himself up on either side of his head. This seemed suitable, right? “And yer sure yer alright with this, right?”
"D—Different?" Finn’s own heart was beating a little faster; not just due to his rather flustered nature at the moment, but he felt… special. And that was something he longed to feel dearly. The little songwriter squeaked a bit, being swept off his feet but made no complaints whatsoever. Hell, he was happy.
Don’t worry, Finn, you’ll hear all about how special you are in a moment’s time. Making sure the small male was safely tucked in his arms, he managed to find his way to the bedroom, and carefully, he placed him down onto the bed. “Lemme just… get rid of a few of these things.” Before he got comfy, he should at least get off the damn jacket and his millions of accessories. This was a time consuming process— why does he put himself through this?
It took another minute of him opening and closing his mouth like some kind of gaping fish before he responded, but finally, a tiny smile appeared on his face. “W—well, I’m… ready for it, s—so… w—we can do it.”
A smile? Heck, he was cute… Leon could feel his heart beat just a tiny bit louder. “I— ‘m glad. Yer really fuckin’ cute, ya’ know? I was always someone to fool ‘round with just anybody, but… yer different.” No time to get deep. Time to sweep the little prince off his feet and away to the bedroom.
Well, Finn felt pretty proud of himself right now, too. And also flustered as hell, but he was trying to ignore that part. “Um… i—if you wanted, I mean… If you wanted to, w—we could… N—now, I mean, or… or… w—whenever…”
Leon wasn’t doing much better in the flustered factor. Sudden nervous laughter. “It’s all up to ya’, man… ‘m always down for it. I just wanna make sure yer… like, ready for that… yeah.” He doesn’t want to make Finn feel like he’s obligated to do this. That’s the last thing he wants.
i saw this post and yeah…very “charming”.
"Whatever might be troubling you, Leon? Care to share a conversation with me?"
"Ah, ya’ know, people talkin’ ‘bout my dick on social media." The usual.
"W—well I, um…" You can do it, Finn. You can talk. Sure, you’re all flustered, but you can do it. "I, um… w—want. Um. To… I—I mean… Y—yeah, I… do."
Wow, this was almost surreal. The fact that Finn actually was able to say this made Leon feel like a proud daddy. A proud daddy who is kinda crushing on their son— yeah, that doesn’t work that way. “Ya’ mean… like… now, or…? We can do… that whenever ya’ want.”