[ he swears that every time lilia goes down, it feels like he's breaking a new record with how far his cock is going down his throat. he swears if he squints hard enough, there's enough of a bulge that he could probably take a pretty good measurement with. lilia's enthusiasm is undeniable; his hunger and thirst are making leona's toes curl every time he sucks him back down. the beastman can't keep his moans back for much longer and the first one is leaked out when he starts to take initiative. there's no way he's going to let lilia do things all by himself!

but he's in trouble. that when lilia changes his position, it also causes leona's leverage to practically vanish. when he starts to play with his thigh, another moan escapes him. a particularly deep and throaty one. ]

Come on... you're killin me.

[ figuratively, of course. why is lilia so fucking hot when he's doing this? why does he make leona feel loved in such a way? yeah, it's physical. it's dirty. but it's probably the only way he can truly understand the fae. maybe the first time was happenstance. pure luck. but the second time? finding him out in the sand? taking him back to his room where they can enjoy each other's company? there's no doubting lilia's commitment. hopefully he's projecting the same thing back to him. ]

You're doin' too good of a job, you know that. [ he has to lean forward so he can grab hold of one of those pointed ears and rub the tip. ] If you keep going, I'm gonna come.

[ which is obviously his goal. leona's good for more than one. it's just the first will certainly be more explosive than the later ones. lilia might be able to feel how the throbbing in his mouth is becoming more insistent, steadier, the flow of what normally would help lubricate his actions in a dryer place increasing. ]

Already so close... dammit...