[ trust... he trusts him, and leona trusts lilia in kind. it's not deep enough to root out those insecurities but it's certainly enough to make leona feel comfortable around the spritely fae. that there is a genuine softness, a plush and warm feeling when their lips touch that goes beyond the cursory and shallow affection it could be. there is meaning. there's a spark that travels from the tips of his ears all the way to the end of his tufted tail. ]

You want me to be rough? [ he arches his back. yeah. that's the ticket. friction upon that particular spot, clothing in the way, but it only makes the feeling slightly more intense. doesn't help that he's already erect, straining against his fabric, and lilia's touch is only making things worse. or better. he wants to feel lilia's hand without things in the way. it's only a matter of time. ]

I can do that. You're worth the effort.

[ if lilia asks, leona won't immediately reject it. he might think about it. chew on it for a second. but ultimately he will probably do it versus not. either way--- when they do align on something, how could leona not jump at it? at lilia? ]

Still, you're gonna have to get me ready. Think you can handle that?

[ it's going to have to be equal amounts of give and take. that, and he thinks... well, it's kind of hot when other people have to prep him. he's got a lot of real estate to cover. not an arduous task for someone who might be as hungry as lilia is. ]

Or do I gotta do all the work?

[ he grins, leaning his head in the same direction as the nosing. ]