Another day, another mysterious bar appearing out of nowhere. Leo is acquainted with Milliways and its lurking habits. He doesn't even bother calling Zanna; it'd take her too long to come over, and they get doors fairly regularly, so he just goes in and gets some absinthe with crushed cochineal. (Demonic tastes make for very odd mixed drinks.)
These points cleared up, Leo feels that kissing should be resumed. Along with torsos.
Delightful, delightful narcissism! In the pursuit of narcissism, the hand exploring the mysteries of Aleko's back decides that it would like to be less restrained in its explorations and ventures somewhat lower on Aleko's back.
Aleko's pretty much on board with figuring out all of the gay there is to gay while he is temporarily in the mood for that, so he's not about to complain.
In that case, Leo's hands are going to stop pretending to be restrained! Leo manually checks the fidelity of Aleko's resemblance to him. It's an important question to answer!
They're pretty suspiciously similar! Aleko is lagging a little behind here because he is still figuring out what impulses he now has installed as opposed to having been contemplating anything anatomically like this on a routine basis for several years, but he can follow along in a vaguely imitative and encouraging fashion.
Sympathetic to Aleko's plight, Leo decides to break off for the removal of Aleko's inconvenient clothing. While this takes place, Aleko can acquaint himself with his impulses, and possibly deal with the inconvenience of Leo's clothing, if he is so inclined.
Clothing: so inconvenient. Aleko is not familiar with the concept of the zipper and does not know how to operate one.
Honestly, Leo's having trouble with... whatever holds Aleko's clothing together too. "Okay, we might be better served removing our own respective clothes."
"That sounds like a plan." Aleko knows how to undo the cunning little catches on his clothes. See, they go like this. And then they go over there, not on Aleko.
The removal of clothing makes it far easier to touch one's partner/doppelganger! Leo shows Aleko a marvelous proof of this principle, which does not fit in this margin.
As his dominant hand is now occupied, Leo enlists his mouth in the project of exploring Aleko's torso. It is a highly useful sensory organ.
Aleko's torso is delicious, and would be nutritious too if Leo were more or differently demonic. Fortunately this is a happier sort of mouth/torso interaction than that. Aleko certainly seems pleased. If ticklish.
Tickles are adorable, if not conducive to Leo's goals. But the gay's good for several hours, he's in no hurry. And thorough exploration involving tickles is enormous fun.
His heart's content is fairly brief. After a bit, he returns to his previous project and keeps his mouth confined to areas confirmed non-ticklish.
This is another of those favorite mysteries of his.
Aha. One could choose to describe the results as an epiphany, if one wished. Aleko is so educated. So, just to be clear: like so? Is he doing it right?
Aleko giggles. He isn't expecting this skill to serve him in particularly good stead after the gay wears off, but it's nice to be appreciated even temporarily.