[ the thought we shouldn't be doing this crosses his mind, and not for the first time. but like all the other times, leon ignores it in favor of the feel of heracles against him, even if he knows one day it isn't going to end this well. they've always been fated; he just isn't sure which side of the metaphorical coin they're going to land on this time. heads: heracles kills leon. tails: leon kills heracles. perhaps in doing this, in claiming some part of heracles for his own in this physical, visceral way, this is his small act of defiance toward the preordained. he's done being used by the gods. using heracles feels like a win, for now. ]
[ he groans in response, his arm snaking around heracles' shoulder to keep himself upright, his knees dangerously close to buckling under heracles' touch. in a more private space as this, where there are no neighboring ears to overhear through the thinness of the dormitory walls, leon is more inclined to be more vocal, his breaths coming out in a series of moans, having very quickly forgotten about the purpose of a shower. he wonders if heracles had ever really intended to clean off, or if this is just the preamble. either way, he finds he doesn't particularly care, as long as heracles keeps stroking them together. ]
Herc — [ it sounds somewhat strangled, mostly because halfway through the first syllable leon realized what was coming out of his mouth and made a rather poor attempt to change course, which cut off the word entirely, leaving it sounding almost like he'd meant to say it like that. he realizes, also, in the space between having said it and left it hanging in the air, that it's the first time he's ever spoken heracles' name during one of their rendezvous, and he desperately hopes heracles will ignore it. perhaps if he reminds heracles why he's here... with a somewhat frustrated grunt, he pulls away just enough to say, ] Just fuck me already.
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[ he groans in response, his arm snaking around heracles' shoulder to keep himself upright, his knees dangerously close to buckling under heracles' touch. in a more private space as this, where there are no neighboring ears to overhear through the thinness of the dormitory walls, leon is more inclined to be more vocal, his breaths coming out in a series of moans, having very quickly forgotten about the purpose of a shower. he wonders if heracles had ever really intended to clean off, or if this is just the preamble. either way, he finds he doesn't particularly care, as long as heracles keeps stroking them together. ]
Herc — [ it sounds somewhat strangled, mostly because halfway through the first syllable leon realized what was coming out of his mouth and made a rather poor attempt to change course, which cut off the word entirely, leaving it sounding almost like he'd meant to say it like that. he realizes, also, in the space between having said it and left it hanging in the air, that it's the first time he's ever spoken heracles' name during one of their rendezvous, and he desperately hopes heracles will ignore it. perhaps if he reminds heracles why he's here... with a somewhat frustrated grunt, he pulls away just enough to say, ] Just fuck me already.