[ With him in control like this, Leona didn't seem to be able to do much but lay back and enjoy what he was getting. It's those noises that push him forward, that have Lilia getting even more hungrier, wanting more than just a simple taste of Leona. He wants all of Leona, every single bit that he can get. Lilia's hand grabs harder at his thigh, his head dipping down again. Deeper, deeper, pushing the both of their limits in different ways.
His face is flushed, pale cheeks tainted with a heavy red from the heat that rushed there. It's almost a whine, the little noise that's released around Leona as the tip of his ear is grabbed, rubbed carefully between those fingers. Such an affectionate little touch. Anyone else who tried that was bound to get some sort of scolding for thinking they were allowed. Leona? He was allowed to touch Lilia wherever he desired, whenever he wanted. The slight tilt of Lilia's head is evident in that, the way he leans into the touch.
Hearing that he's doing good was a damn good enouragement. Doing too good? Even more so. Breathing out a small huffy laugh through his nose, Lilia nods slightly. He knows. He wants it. He's going to drink down each and every last drop released into his throat.
Lilia knows, too, just how committed Leona was. How much he desired him, not only carnally and physically, but emotionally. It's still such a risky venture, one that he's sure Leona doesn't understand the full risks of, but, well. In this little conversation of theirs, where Lilia isn't saying a single word with his voice, yet he's speaking loud and clear about what he wants. Who he wants.
So, yeah, he wants that explosive orgasm to fill his mouth. That insistent throbbing earns faster movements, a harsher grab at his thigh, to drive his knee higher up, to dig those nails in. To prove a statement-- Leona is his, and the small fae could be just as possessive as the beastman.
Those red eyes glance back up to him. He wants to watch his expression, as he drives him further and further towards that first release. ]
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His face is flushed, pale cheeks tainted with a heavy red from the heat that rushed there. It's almost a whine, the little noise that's released around Leona as the tip of his ear is grabbed, rubbed carefully between those fingers. Such an affectionate little touch. Anyone else who tried that was bound to get some sort of scolding for thinking they were allowed. Leona? He was allowed to touch Lilia wherever he desired, whenever he wanted. The slight tilt of Lilia's head is evident in that, the way he leans into the touch.
Hearing that he's doing good was a damn good enouragement. Doing too good? Even more so. Breathing out a small huffy laugh through his nose, Lilia nods slightly. He knows. He wants it. He's going to drink down each and every last drop released into his throat.
Lilia knows, too, just how committed Leona was. How much he desired him, not only carnally and physically, but emotionally. It's still such a risky venture, one that he's sure Leona doesn't understand the full risks of, but, well. In this little conversation of theirs, where Lilia isn't saying a single word with his voice, yet he's speaking loud and clear about what he wants. Who he wants.
So, yeah, he wants that explosive orgasm to fill his mouth. That insistent throbbing earns faster movements, a harsher grab at his thigh, to drive his knee higher up, to dig those nails in. To prove a statement-- Leona is his, and the small fae could be just as possessive as the beastman.
Those red eyes glance back up to him. He wants to watch his expression, as he drives him further and further towards that first release. ]