[ Maybe the both of them could learn together. To grow together. To adjust how they use their love, where they put it, how they experience it. Loathe as he is to admit it, Lilia was still learning enough to almost be in the same space as Leona. To be so unfamiliar with this, to be following nothing but his instincts when it came to what they were doing.

Because... love is so confusing and strange if you think too far on it. Why should they think, if thinking was the problem? Acting on impulse is what Lilia was far more used to, what led him through life up until now. It might lead him astray, but, well. So what? He could always be redirected, get right back on track.

Just like now. ]

Better not. [ A soft murmur, almost a warning, as Lilia meets him again. ] But I'll trust you.

[ And a small decision, murmured against Leona's lips. The sweet taste of their tongues pushes him forward, a happy hum escaping the fae almost in response to the little rumble coming from Leona. His eyes slip closed again, his hand carefully tugging at Leona's pants, pressing in against him through the fabric as Leona rolls his hips.

That small hand of his moves back from the process of pulling at his pants, instead moving to trace the shape of Leona through the fabric. He hums again into the kiss, shifting his position atop Leona to press himself against him, despite the fabric in the way. His hand then makes an attempt at wrapping around both of them, pressing them together.

Rolling his own hips against him, Lilia smiles into the kiss, before breaking it in favor of looking at him, taking in the sight of his expression, the look in his eyes. ]

We have a lot more room here. Part of me wants to see how rough you can get.... but I also want to feel every ounce of your adoration. Think you can do both?

[ It's a soft murmur, as he moves his hand slowly against the both of them, tilting his head to allow him to nose against Leona's cheek, nudging him in such an affectionate little way. ]