@hibernationden sent: cinematic. my muse touching yours inappropriately during a movie. - from leon
the bowl of popcorn sits on the coffee table in front of them, half-eaten and forgotten. the lights are off, the only light in the living room being that of the television's glow. it's playing some cheesy action movie from the nineties that ethan swears up and down is cinema — leon hadn't even argued with the suggestion. after all, distraction is key on nights like tonight. it's mia's turn with rose this weekend, so it's just leon and ethan tonight, and even now, this long after the events of the village, ethan has trouble letting rose out of his sight.
right now though, ethan is stretched out along the couch on his side, head resting in leon's lap. there's a hand in his hair, and for the first time tonight, he's starting to feel a bit more at ease. still, when leon's other hand moves, fingers dancing along the curve of ethan's hip, his breath catches ever-so-slightly. at first, he isn't sure whether or not it's an intentional gesture or rather just a lazy, casual touch, but then leon dips beneath the waistband of ethan's sweatpants and the younger man can't help the way that he squirms with the attention.
he knows what leon is up to — and of course, ethan finds that he doesn't mind in the slightest.