He feels like he’s being rubbed raw, like he’s being opened up for the other to see, bare in not just one way, but every way, and it makes him want to cry. No one has ever taken the time to appreciate him like this, the way he’s held a feeling he’d never gotten the chance to experience before everyone in his life had decided to leave. Breathing out slowly, he only gasps a moment later at the kiss, and his fingers twitch, itching to touch as they hang at his sides. He wants it more than anything, but he has a feeling Leon isn’t so keen to give it. “S-Seven years…” He murmurs, head shaking a few times, slow and gently, and then his eyes open a little, glassy with the upbringing of gentle tears. “It’s been seven…. seven years…” Swallowing thickly, his blush grows again, this time touching the tips of his ears, and spreading out down his chest just a little. “N-No one has ever…touched m-me like you are.”
It’s different. To touch someone who gives off such genuine reactions, that doesn’t hold back with everything that he is and Leon’s surprised. But he doesn’t dislike it, rather the opposite. And it makes his urges to explore properly so much stronger. So his fingertips roam over bared skin as gingerly as ever, exploring ever little crevice of muscular lines; spaces between pretty ribs. He listens, he always does and he takes the given amount of years into account. Because it’s yet another thing that adds to the perfection of a new, delicious moment. He looks up, noticing the way Kibum’s eyes are glazed and he reaches up as well as he can, to brush gentle fingertips over his cheek. “ I’ll take care of you. ” He hums, words holding the tone of a proper promise. Because he does intend to do this properly to do it well and to make the experience as good as he can. So he presses another little kiss to warm flesh, though moving his head just a bit to lay it upon another, untouched patch of skin. It remains to be the last thing he does before he pulls back, motion minimal and soon he’s letting his lips press against Kibum’s shaft, brief and quick as he traces them up along the entirety of his length, one last kiss pressed the plush crown.