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Their lips meet, tentative at first, all soft pushes and slow, easy angles. Both men allow their eyes to close after a moment, but only once the other concedes some by lowering his own eyelids. It seems that in this, too, there is a balance, an equality to their actions. Neither wants to make the first move. Neither is willing to be left behind.
After a short time to test the waters with no unfavorable response from either party, Leon's hand comes up to cradle the side of the blond's neck. This touch is light but far from unsubstantial, and it is their first real physical contact outside of the countless hours of sparring they indulge in, fighting they must partake in. Here, there are no weapons, no armor, no gloves. Neither would have ever guessed those long hours would lead to this.
Cloud sighs faintly, his lips parting against the brunet's supple, questing mouth as Leon moves in closer, and both start to press a little harder into the kiss. Careful attention is paid to every tiny movement and near inaudible sound the other makes; somehow, their finely tuned senses are even more heightened now, far beyond what years and years of training have made instinct.
"Lay back," Leon murmurs quietly. He nuzzles into the silken blond strands just before the swordsman's ear and lays a lingering kiss there. "I want to learn you..."
Cloud's eyes flutter shut and a fine tremor slides through him at the request. After a long, contemplative moment, secure in the knowledge that with this man, anything he does will be willingly reciprocated, lustrous blue-green eyes open once more and he seeks out and holds Leon's honest gaze. He begins to settle back against the sheets and brings his own arms over his head, crossing them at the wrists. With this one simple gesture, he relinquishes all control; gives all the permission he'll ever need to.
The warrior beside him bends to kiss his lips gently. He places a hand over Cloud's heart in a silent thank you, and follows through with his word.