[ he'll take whatever lilia will give him because it'll mean he's with him. so of course eventually leona will need to reclaim whatever balance has been left tilted away from him and put his entire weight onto it so that lilia will spoil him. that's paying things back, paying things forward, and reminding him that they're nearly perfect for each other.
so when he watches lilia go through the song and dance of taking care of his pants and what he wears in between (today is a red letter day; he's actually wearing briefs that leave nothing to the imagination of what lies beneath them), leona's already more than hard. he's staining the cloth of both layers and it's probably for the best that lilia's freed him. otherwise, it'd be probably make more of a mess for him to clean up. but maybe that's also a partial benefit? whether he likes the taste of leona or not isn't something he's asked about, but the way that his dick is attacked with those kisses.
and, oh. the way he tucks his hair back. lilia is dangerous. lethal. there's the obvious strength that he hides so easily behind the cute facade but leona knows better. tenacious and stubborn yet wise and knows his limits. which is why he's more than happy to be patient. let lilia have a feast of the senses and test leona.
which is, btw, difficult for him when that expert mouth begins to work him. that those words are like candy to his ears. of cousre he's big. he has to be. and lilia's perfect for him. ]
Amazing? You're the amazing one.
[ compliments are rare, so hopefully lilia takes that one and stores it away from a long time. in the meantime? he reaches out, places a hand on the back of lilia's head. he's gentle. he doesn't need to be harsh, doesn't need to do anything just quite yet. he wants to savor the feeling of warmth, of tongue, of the effort that the fae is giving him. slathering his cock with it. so he rewards him with a roll of his hips and nothing more. encouragement and desire all in one. ]
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so when he watches lilia go through the song and dance of taking care of his pants and what he wears in between (today is a red letter day; he's actually wearing briefs that leave nothing to the imagination of what lies beneath them), leona's already more than hard. he's staining the cloth of both layers and it's probably for the best that lilia's freed him. otherwise, it'd be probably make more of a mess for him to clean up. but maybe that's also a partial benefit? whether he likes the taste of leona or not isn't something he's asked about, but the way that his dick is attacked with those kisses.
and, oh. the way he tucks his hair back. lilia is dangerous. lethal. there's the obvious strength that he hides so easily behind the cute facade but leona knows better. tenacious and stubborn yet wise and knows his limits. which is why he's more than happy to be patient. let lilia have a feast of the senses and test leona.
which is, btw, difficult for him when that expert mouth begins to work him. that those words are like candy to his ears. of cousre he's big. he has to be. and lilia's perfect for him. ]
Amazing? You're the amazing one.
[ compliments are rare, so hopefully lilia takes that one and stores it away from a long time. in the meantime? he reaches out, places a hand on the back of lilia's head. he's gentle. he doesn't need to be harsh, doesn't need to do anything just quite yet. he wants to savor the feeling of warmth, of tongue, of the effort that the fae is giving him. slathering his cock with it. so he rewards him with a roll of his hips and nothing more. encouragement and desire all in one. ]