[ Anything he could say would, at this point, be nothing more than an excuse. He had lost fair and square, unable to hold his own resolve, to keep it from crumbling down in front of him. No, he can't say a damned word unless he wants to prove that he was weak to Leona, that their very love and bond was something that weakened and pushed at him in such ways that he could crumble far easier to Leona's touch than one might think.

And still, the prince deserves to hear it, does he not? ]

I do-- I did when it comes to anyone but you.

[ Hopefully Leona laps up the attention. If not, there's plenty more coming to drown him.

As the beastman takes his cock into his mouth, Lilia's gasping out, his fingers loosening their tight grip in his hair before he grabs at him even further, fingers desperately trying to push his head further down. A bratty way to keep getting what he wants, now, putting his own pleasure before Leona's.

Or, well, that might seem to be the case before his foot can be felt shoving it's way against Leona's arousal, through the few layers he has on. It's all he can do in this position, all he can offer. ]

Do you want to see how long I can last when I really try? Aren't you also aching for more? Hmmm?

[ His teasing might backfire. But. That's kind of the point?? He's having fun playing the brat. ]