[ It's an impossible thing, the pleasure that comes with the pride. He does, in fact, take pride in this. In having himself taken into Leona's mouth, of being able to use him in a way that no one else ever will. He knows how dangerous it would be to spread word of this, to declare that he's had the second prince under him, taking his cock into his mouth like it was the only thing he's hungry for. That's as dangerous as it would be for Leona to declare the same of him -- and, really, this was only for them.

The little teasing flick against the head has Lilia making another soft noise, his cheeks burning with that built up desire. His thumb presses in further against Leona's ear, careful yet leading. Helping, pulling him on further. All while his hips press forward into him, helping that game of inches push forward.

His other hand moves to meet the other in his hair, where he seems to struggle with a desire, an impulse. He wants to grab Leona's hair, to slam his hips forward and fuck that virgin mouth, to make Leona remember the shape of him in more ways than he already did. A desperation that he pushes down, swallows with a soft whine, his thighs trembling briefly with the silent thought. ]

Haahh.... Just like that. Your mouth is so warm.... [ His hand releases his ear, gently petting him there atop his head for a second. ] Remember this feeling. Memorize it. That way you can imagine me in detail even when I'm not here.

[ Cocky is one word for him. Bratty, too, if the tone of voice speaks at all for him. ]