[ Lilia so loved to pretend he knew it all. That his years provided him with infinite wisdoms. That was far from true- there were still ways in which he, too, needed to learn. There’d been a time where he hadn’t thought himself even capable of loving and being loved within a family, yet here he was, so adored by his little trainee, his Prince, and most of all his dear son. Now, maybe the notion lies within the other type of love.
The one that he wanted to desperately, the one that he’d reached his hand out for time and time again, only for it to be stripped away from him, cut away before it was time. Maybe that’s why this felt so dangerous, so risky, so… terrifying, in some ways. He doesn’t want to lose this - is he capable of feeling this without it being taken from him? Is he willing to risk it?
… Yeah. Yes, he’s willing. More than willing. He wants to risk this, to take that path with Leona. To learn; together.
Besides, there’s something Lilia’s forgetting. Leona might be at a loss for Fae customs, for the way a promise can mean the whole world, but doesn’t the same go for Lilia when it comes to beastmen culture? When it comes to life in the Savanna, and the ways in which Leona had already laid claim to him. It becomes a little more clear now, with this kiss.
What becomes even clearer? He doesn’t need to think. Why worry about that right now? Why worry about anything, when the two of them are stumbling along together?
Lilia parts his lips, allowing the kiss to deepen, his own tongue coming to meet Leona’s. To tangle with his almost in the very same way that their bodies were tangled together.
With that hand against him, Lilia lets out a soft noise into the kiss, shifting his hips to press into the touch. His hands slowly move against Leona’s skin, trailing from their spot against his back, pulling back out from under him to instead trail against his bare sides, to feel him up as much as Leona’s feeling him up. ]
So obedient… [ A small tease, a little murmured comment, ] Only for me, I’d hope.
[ That’s enough of an acceptance in itself. He moves one hand down to trace the edge of Leona’s pants, slender fingers quickly getting to work undoing anything he might need to before beginning to tug the fabric down. It’s almost a lazy motion, made as he presses right back into their kiss. ]
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The one that he wanted to desperately, the one that he’d reached his hand out for time and time again, only for it to be stripped away from him, cut away before it was time. Maybe that’s why this felt so dangerous, so risky, so… terrifying, in some ways. He doesn’t want to lose this - is he capable of feeling this without it being taken from him? Is he willing to risk it?
… Yeah. Yes, he’s willing. More than willing. He wants to risk this, to take that path with Leona. To learn; together.
Besides, there’s something Lilia’s forgetting. Leona might be at a loss for Fae customs, for the way a promise can mean the whole world, but doesn’t the same go for Lilia when it comes to beastmen culture? When it comes to life in the Savanna, and the ways in which Leona had already laid claim to him. It becomes a little more clear now, with this kiss.
What becomes even clearer? He doesn’t need to think. Why worry about that right now? Why worry about anything, when the two of them are stumbling along together?
Lilia parts his lips, allowing the kiss to deepen, his own tongue coming to meet Leona’s. To tangle with his almost in the very same way that their bodies were tangled together.
With that hand against him, Lilia lets out a soft noise into the kiss, shifting his hips to press into the touch. His hands slowly move against Leona’s skin, trailing from their spot against his back, pulling back out from under him to instead trail against his bare sides, to feel him up as much as Leona’s feeling him up. ]
So obedient… [ A small tease, a little murmured comment, ] Only for me, I’d hope.
[ That’s enough of an acceptance in itself. He moves one hand down to trace the edge of Leona’s pants, slender fingers quickly getting to work undoing anything he might need to before beginning to tug the fabric down. It’s almost a lazy motion, made as he presses right back into their kiss. ]