[ All that kissing, grinding, talking, touching, had gotten Leona this ready for him? Truly, the boy is weak for Lilia. That's clear just by looking at him, by taking in the sight of him completely, by following his body's movements. Lilia doesn't even need to look at him, once his mouth is around his cock, taking him so expertly, as if he'd practiced for this very moment. For him- for only him.
Because who else could fit so perfectly? Who else could Lilia glance up to at the compliment? This little fae so adores compliments, absolutely taking it and filing it away for later, to hold close to his chest, to remind him of the simplest adoration that he could receive.
The rolling of Leona's hips is accepted and taken in stride. Moaning around his cock, despite his hands being on Leona's thighs, his lips being on him, and receiving no actual direct pleasure to himself, he's clearly enjoying this almost just as much as Leona was. Dipping his head down again, Lilia takes him in full all over again, taking in a shaky little breath through his nose, to try and keep himself from getting too light headed. It's a balancing act, to get Leona ready and to keep his own limits from making him need to pause, to break away.
His head comes up, tongue diligently swiping across the tip of his head, lapping up any pre that may be dribbling out from him. It's only once he's made sure he's gotten it all that he allows his head to dip back down. He told Leona he's inclined to spoil him, and he damn well meant it. Leona was going to get as much attention as Lilia decided he deserved before Lilia demands more.
Leona probably doesn't expect Lilia to move one hand down to the back of his thigh, pressing against his skin and grabbing him above the back of his knee. To bring his leg up, outward partially. To push his leg as he shifts his own body, to adjust their position until Leona's leg would be hooked over Lilia's shoulder, allowing the small fae a bit more room down there. With his leg in position, Lilia trails that hand along the back of Leona's thigh on that leg, feeling him up as much as he was sucking him off.
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Because who else could fit so perfectly? Who else could Lilia glance up to at the compliment? This little fae so adores compliments, absolutely taking it and filing it away for later, to hold close to his chest, to remind him of the simplest adoration that he could receive.
The rolling of Leona's hips is accepted and taken in stride. Moaning around his cock, despite his hands being on Leona's thighs, his lips being on him, and receiving no actual direct pleasure to himself, he's clearly enjoying this almost just as much as Leona was. Dipping his head down again, Lilia takes him in full all over again, taking in a shaky little breath through his nose, to try and keep himself from getting too light headed. It's a balancing act, to get Leona ready and to keep his own limits from making him need to pause, to break away.
His head comes up, tongue diligently swiping across the tip of his head, lapping up any pre that may be dribbling out from him. It's only once he's made sure he's gotten it all that he allows his head to dip back down. He told Leona he's inclined to spoil him, and he damn well meant it. Leona was going to get as much attention as Lilia decided he deserved before Lilia demands more.
Leona probably doesn't expect Lilia to move one hand down to the back of his thigh, pressing against his skin and grabbing him above the back of his knee. To bring his leg up, outward partially. To push his leg as he shifts his own body, to adjust their position until Leona's leg would be hooked over Lilia's shoulder, allowing the small fae a bit more room down there. With his leg in position, Lilia trails that hand along the back of Leona's thigh on that leg, feeling him up as much as he was sucking him off.
See what having more room can allow for, Leona? ]