[ there's some amount of pride that leona has, finding a way to claim both lilia's love and respect. that he can have his time through some amount of effort that is not wasted or totally ignored, that he means something to someone who has definitely lived for more than just one normal lifetime. that's a big deal. he knows it. lilia probably knows it. he'd never assume anything, given lilia's disposition... a wily lover. witty. willing to be straightforward but wanting to take as many turns and curves as he wants. unpredictable but in a way that leona finds pleasing. pleasurable.
that foot pushes harshly against him and he can only thrust against it with the urge to fuck against it, desiring nothing more than the familiar warmth and heat of his love surrounding it. yet when he feels the flood of come, all he wants to do is savor it. swallow it. it's a present all for him. so, no wasting it! nothing leaves.
so once lilia is done, once that grip releases to some extent, he lets go. he pulls off of him, licks his lips, waits patiently.
and then. ]
Tch. Don't need to.
[ after all, he's looking up at him in adoration. he'd never deny lilia a chance to see all of leona, bare his entire natural self for the him. he'll owe lilia that much given he's probably ruined some of that material farming...
and he does it. he gets up on his knees, positioning himself over the other, pulling off his shirt--- practically ripping it in half before taking care of his pants. the only thing that keeps him from stripping in one fluid motion is the tail hole that catches him slightly. otherwise? there he is. a naked leona kingscholar, all for lilia. ]
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that foot pushes harshly against him and he can only thrust against it with the urge to fuck against it, desiring nothing more than the familiar warmth and heat of his love surrounding it. yet when he feels the flood of come, all he wants to do is savor it. swallow it. it's a present all for him. so, no wasting it! nothing leaves.
so once lilia is done, once that grip releases to some extent, he lets go. he pulls off of him, licks his lips, waits patiently.
and then. ]
Tch. Don't need to.
[ after all, he's looking up at him in adoration. he'd never deny lilia a chance to see all of leona, bare his entire natural self for the him. he'll owe lilia that much given he's probably ruined some of that material farming...
and he does it. he gets up on his knees, positioning himself over the other, pulling off his shirt--- practically ripping it in half before taking care of his pants. the only thing that keeps him from stripping in one fluid motion is the tail hole that catches him slightly. otherwise? there he is. a naked leona kingscholar, all for lilia. ]