[ lilia is mesmerizing. a beauty to behold. words may not do enough to describe how leona's feeling, what he's feeling, where his heart and brain are... but his partner might be able to figure that out himself without much trouble. it's not hard to see where his next thoughts are going to be: his cock is practically begging for release, that tension in his stomach and chest and all throughout his body needing that one point of pressure to finally be let loose. he's breathing harshly through his nose, his nostrils flared, cheeks bright and eyes straining to stay open.
but now he has to let go of lilia, at least in the conventional sense. that he lets his back hit his bed again with a soft 'oomph' behind it, a breath leaving him through a mouth parted because another sound has to leave it. a groan, a grunt. heavy panting now. he's bucking his hips, buckling under the pressure. he's trying to thrust into lilia's mouth but he's finding it hard to do anything without the fae's help. he has to get there, he's got to get there. his heart is beating so hard against his chest, that's probably what's making the bed shake.
and then it comes, hits him across the face, knocks him silly. no way the dorm can ignore this roar. the orgasm crashes into him in the same way that it'll slam lilia: a wave of pleasure that accompanies that explosive climax, flooding the other's mouth with a burst. a flood. as if this was there first time, his first time, having the pleasure of lilia's mouth. he grips his bedsheets, knuckles turning white as he squeezes, trying his best to thrust upward and against gravity.
he would be apologetic, but how could leona think about saying sorry when lilia could be blamed for this outcome as well? where his efforts mirror leona's output?
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but now he has to let go of lilia, at least in the conventional sense. that he lets his back hit his bed again with a soft 'oomph' behind it, a breath leaving him through a mouth parted because another sound has to leave it. a groan, a grunt. heavy panting now. he's bucking his hips, buckling under the pressure. he's trying to thrust into lilia's mouth but he's finding it hard to do anything without the fae's help. he has to get there, he's got to get there. his heart is beating so hard against his chest, that's probably what's making the bed shake.
and then it comes, hits him across the face, knocks him silly. no way the dorm can ignore this roar. the orgasm crashes into him in the same way that it'll slam lilia: a wave of pleasure that accompanies that explosive climax, flooding the other's mouth with a burst. a flood. as if this was there first time, his first time, having the pleasure of lilia's mouth. he grips his bedsheets, knuckles turning white as he squeezes, trying his best to thrust upward and against gravity.
he would be apologetic, but how could leona think about saying sorry when lilia could be blamed for this outcome as well? where his efforts mirror leona's output?
anyway. enjoy your reward, lilia... ]