It was the build up, Leon decided. The way they both came to the end (spunk mixing and matting on both their clothing) with strangled groans. Leon swallowed a little as he tried to catch his breath before closing his eyes and flopping back in the grass.
Well...he wasn't going to go to therapy now, he thought as he slowly shut his eyes. "Fuck me," he said softly, muttering to himself as he rolled a little, pushing Daniel back and onto the grass more. "You're going to be late," he said, after a moment.