[ those hands and fingers serve to tell leona everything he needs to know. that he's succeeded in getting lilia to put the phone down and finally give leona the attention that he deserves. after all, he's trying his damn best to serve both the fae and himself. speak in a language that they both can't ignore: through physical affection, through humbling himself by feasting on anything he's been given. whatever lilia allows. and here, lilia never stopped him from getting his tongue in places he hasn't gone to before. his version of a trump card.
if lilia is expecting to get a response, then he's sorely mistaken. all leona wants to do is messily, sloppily, make out with that hole. that whine is a sweet song to his ears. he's going to punish lilia for his misuse of their time by occupying him with this torture! and his hand doesn't stop either; he thumbs over the head while his other fingers drum along its length.
he spares no sound and barely any breath, and the ones that he takes are close enough to the skin that his nostrils flare with every deep inhale and exhale. his own growing need is beginning to irritate him but... patience is a virtue. even if it means their lunch might end up becoming an early dinner at this rate. ]
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if lilia is expecting to get a response, then he's sorely mistaken. all leona wants to do is messily, sloppily, make out with that hole. that whine is a sweet song to his ears. he's going to punish lilia for his misuse of their time by occupying him with this torture! and his hand doesn't stop either; he thumbs over the head while his other fingers drum along its length.
he spares no sound and barely any breath, and the ones that he takes are close enough to the skin that his nostrils flare with every deep inhale and exhale. his own growing need is beginning to irritate him but... patience is a virtue. even if it means their lunch might end up becoming an early dinner at this rate. ]