As much of a thrill as the kiss is, it feels so much like coming home, too It's as if this is how it was always meant to be, as if they were always destined to breathe the same aid; share the same space. Sasha's breathing turns uneven as Leon pulls him back in, the proximity and friction between their bodies turning off his brain, wiping all thoughts clean from his mind. The kiss turns more fierce for a moment there, has him forget that anything aside from Leon's lips and hands and the solid line of his body against his own even exists.
Still, Sasha hisses when Leon's thigh presses between his own legs, the sudden wave of arousal catching him off guard, weakening him in the knees. He breaks the kiss, leans back far enough to be able to look Leon in the eyes again, hoping for a moment of clarity, meaning to seek out the conversation he so rudely skipped past after all, only to be taken aback by the darkness of Leon's gaze, the flush of his cheeks, the redness of his lips.
It's all Sasha can do to lean back in then, fighting his unsteady legs and the tension in his back. The muscles in his thighs and calves begin to tremble halfway into this kiss, but there is little else he wants to do right now other than curl his fingers tightly into Leon's soft hair and kiss him senseless.
At last, after another deep kiss that has his head spin, Sasha lets the kiss temper out, deliberately slowing it back down until he can press their foreheads together and let them both catch their breaths once more. He can't help but bring a hand back to his face to cup Leon's cheek, running his thumb along his jawline and the faint stubble on his face. It strikes him how easy this feels, how right.
It doesn't change the fact that he's still trembling, although only in part because his legs are too weak to keep him upright. Leon is carrying no small amount of his weight still, and the last thing Sasha wants to do is pull away while being held close like this, but he knows that he can't maintain this without likely suffering consequences later on.
Sasha feels his legs threatening to give in. He closes his eyes to concentrate on keeping himself standing. "I needโ" He's equally surprised and not at all by how rough his voice sounds, the words barely above a whisper and full of regret, but also still breathless from the kiss. "โI need to sit down." He finally manages, a bit of pain nagging at the base of his spine. He anticipates the way Leon tenses up then, knows his gaze is sharpening before he even opens his eyes again to look at him.
His heart is still going a mile per minute when Leon helps him ease himself back into the chair. A sigh of relief escapes him unbidden when it takes the strain off his back, but it also makes him painfully aware of the hardness between his legs. He looks up at Leon and wonders if his own expression is equally open, equally helpless.
He catches one of Leon's hands before he can even attempt to pull away. "...I didn't say stop," he says, hoping to combat any sort of awkwardness that may emerge by offering a small smile and a gentle squeeze to Leon's hand.