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a lion and his fae

two nerds, sittin in a hot spring, 0 ft apart bc they are gay
continuation of this with just random. leona/lilia shenanigans

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[ he'll take whatever lilia will give him because it'll mean he's with him. so of course eventually leona will need to reclaim whatever balance has been left tilted away from him and put his entire weight onto it so that lilia will spoil him. that's paying things back, paying things forward, and reminding him that they're nearly perfect for each other.

so when he watches lilia go through the song and dance of taking care of his pants and what he wears in between (today is a red letter day; he's actually wearing briefs that leave nothing to the imagination of what lies beneath them), leona's already more than hard. he's staining the cloth of both layers and it's probably for the best that lilia's freed him. otherwise, it'd be probably make more of a mess for him to clean up. but maybe that's also a partial benefit? whether he likes the taste of leona or not isn't something he's asked about, but the way that his dick is attacked with those kisses.

and, oh. the way he tucks his hair back. lilia is dangerous. lethal. there's the obvious strength that he hides so easily behind the cute facade but leona knows better. tenacious and stubborn yet wise and knows his limits. which is why he's more than happy to be patient. let lilia have a feast of the senses and test leona.

which is, btw, difficult for him when that expert mouth begins to work him. that those words are like candy to his ears. of cousre he's big. he has to be. and lilia's perfect for him. ]

Amazing? You're the amazing one.

[ compliments are rare, so hopefully lilia takes that one and stores it away from a long time. in the meantime? he reaches out, places a hand on the back of lilia's head. he's gentle. he doesn't need to be harsh, doesn't need to do anything just quite yet. he wants to savor the feeling of warmth, of tongue, of the effort that the fae is giving him. slathering his cock with it. so he rewards him with a roll of his hips and nothing more. encouragement and desire all in one. ]

[ All that kissing, grinding, talking, touching, had gotten Leona this ready for him? Truly, the boy is weak for Lilia. That's clear just by looking at him, by taking in the sight of him completely, by following his body's movements. Lilia doesn't even need to look at him, once his mouth is around his cock, taking him so expertly, as if he'd practiced for this very moment. For him- for only him.

Because who else could fit so perfectly? Who else could Lilia glance up to at the compliment? This little fae so adores compliments, absolutely taking it and filing it away for later, to hold close to his chest, to remind him of the simplest adoration that he could receive.

The rolling of Leona's hips is accepted and taken in stride. Moaning around his cock, despite his hands being on Leona's thighs, his lips being on him, and receiving no actual direct pleasure to himself, he's clearly enjoying this almost just as much as Leona was. Dipping his head down again, Lilia takes him in full all over again, taking in a shaky little breath through his nose, to try and keep himself from getting too light headed. It's a balancing act, to get Leona ready and to keep his own limits from making him need to pause, to break away.

His head comes up, tongue diligently swiping across the tip of his head, lapping up any pre that may be dribbling out from him. It's only once he's made sure he's gotten it all that he allows his head to dip back down. He told Leona he's inclined to spoil him, and he damn well meant it. Leona was going to get as much attention as Lilia decided he deserved before Lilia demands more.

Leona probably doesn't expect Lilia to move one hand down to the back of his thigh, pressing against his skin and grabbing him above the back of his knee. To bring his leg up, outward partially. To push his leg as he shifts his own body, to adjust their position until Leona's leg would be hooked over Lilia's shoulder, allowing the small fae a bit more room down there. With his leg in position, Lilia trails that hand along the back of Leona's thigh on that leg, feeling him up as much as he was sucking him off.

See what having more room can allow for, Leona? ]

[ he swears that every time lilia goes down, it feels like he's breaking a new record with how far his cock is going down his throat. he swears if he squints hard enough, there's enough of a bulge that he could probably take a pretty good measurement with. lilia's enthusiasm is undeniable; his hunger and thirst are making leona's toes curl every time he sucks him back down. the beastman can't keep his moans back for much longer and the first one is leaked out when he starts to take initiative. there's no way he's going to let lilia do things all by himself!

but he's in trouble. that when lilia changes his position, it also causes leona's leverage to practically vanish. when he starts to play with his thigh, another moan escapes him. a particularly deep and throaty one. ]

Come on... you're killin me.

[ figuratively, of course. why is lilia so fucking hot when he's doing this? why does he make leona feel loved in such a way? yeah, it's physical. it's dirty. but it's probably the only way he can truly understand the fae. maybe the first time was happenstance. pure luck. but the second time? finding him out in the sand? taking him back to his room where they can enjoy each other's company? there's no doubting lilia's commitment. hopefully he's projecting the same thing back to him. ]

You're doin' too good of a job, you know that. [ he has to lean forward so he can grab hold of one of those pointed ears and rub the tip. ] If you keep going, I'm gonna come.

[ which is obviously his goal. leona's good for more than one. it's just the first will certainly be more explosive than the later ones. lilia might be able to feel how the throbbing in his mouth is becoming more insistent, steadier, the flow of what normally would help lubricate his actions in a dryer place increasing. ]

Already so close... dammit...

[ With him in control like this, Leona didn't seem to be able to do much but lay back and enjoy what he was getting. It's those noises that push him forward, that have Lilia getting even more hungrier, wanting more than just a simple taste of Leona. He wants all of Leona, every single bit that he can get. Lilia's hand grabs harder at his thigh, his head dipping down again. Deeper, deeper, pushing the both of their limits in different ways.

His face is flushed, pale cheeks tainted with a heavy red from the heat that rushed there. It's almost a whine, the little noise that's released around Leona as the tip of his ear is grabbed, rubbed carefully between those fingers. Such an affectionate little touch. Anyone else who tried that was bound to get some sort of scolding for thinking they were allowed. Leona? He was allowed to touch Lilia wherever he desired, whenever he wanted. The slight tilt of Lilia's head is evident in that, the way he leans into the touch.

Hearing that he's doing good was a damn good enouragement. Doing too good? Even more so. Breathing out a small huffy laugh through his nose, Lilia nods slightly. He knows. He wants it. He's going to drink down each and every last drop released into his throat.

Lilia knows, too, just how committed Leona was. How much he desired him, not only carnally and physically, but emotionally. It's still such a risky venture, one that he's sure Leona doesn't understand the full risks of, but, well. In this little conversation of theirs, where Lilia isn't saying a single word with his voice, yet he's speaking loud and clear about what he wants. Who he wants.

So, yeah, he wants that explosive orgasm to fill his mouth. That insistent throbbing earns faster movements, a harsher grab at his thigh, to drive his knee higher up, to dig those nails in. To prove a statement-- Leona is his, and the small fae could be just as possessive as the beastman.

Those red eyes glance back up to him. He wants to watch his expression, as he drives him further and further towards that first release. ]

[ 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?

anyway. enjoy your reward, lilia... ]

[ His cock begs, and Lilia would give him exactly what he needs. That strong body felt so pliant against his touch, against his hands, the tips of his fingers. There's not even a second of hesitation anywhere, no break that would come for Leona to allow his body to have a less harsh come down from this high. No, he's going to push him hard and fast into this orgasm, to make this feel as special as the first. Besides-- the effort put in isn't going to be left unrewarded.

Listening to Leona was enough to drive him crazy, to want to push him even further, to thoroughly ruin each other, to show their adoration in such a messy, physical way. Those little groans, the panting, the harsh beating of his heart. The signs were there, and yet... Lilia's still shocked at the release that slams into his mouth, that bursts through like a dam had been broken, flooding him in such a way that he's not even sure he'd prepared far enough to take it all.

He's going to try. Not a single drop was going to be wasted, if he had anything to say about it. There's a slight whine from the fae at the initial explosion, his body twitching ever so slightly as he does his best to keep any drop from spilling past his lips. He sucks in his cheeks, swallowing and swallowing, diligently drinking down what he could. And, when he couldn't anymore, he pulls his mouth off, breathless. There's only a little that he wasn't able to get-- and that? That's licked up by that tongue that presses back against him just as quickly as it'd been left behind. ]

Good boy. You did so well, letting me hear you -- letting everyone hear how good I was for you. [ His hand carefully splays out against Leona's thigh, a gentle touch compared to the harsher one he'd offered. ] Hah... You're such a pretty little mess of a beastman.

[ Swiping his thumb over his own bottom lip, he carefully moves Leona's leg back down from his shoulder, to allow his body a second or two to settle down. His face burns, sure, but he's more than content to watch Leona try to come down from such an intense high. Knowing him? He'd be ready to go in seconds. Lilia's hands travel up along Leona's thighs, coming to his hips, then to his abs, fingers splaying out the further he traces up.

One look at Lilia's eyes would give away the pure adoration he holds within his gaze. So proud of himself for eliciting such a reaction, and so happy just to be here, in this space, with who he may be tempted to call his beloved, if he weren't so worried about putting labels on them so soon. ]

Edited 2024-10-20 22:24 (UTC)

[ good boy... he's being called a good boy? he snorts, though it's a much more gentle and appreciative noise than it normally would be in front of say, a professor who normally says such things to his students. not weird btw. leona certainly doesn't care for it. but when lilia says it? maybe he huffs. maybe there's a little more color in his cheeks. maybe he tries to avoid eye contact for a moment before he can't help himself and stare straight into lilia's eyes. there's love in it. there's happiness. yet they are moving quickly and slowly at the same time. it's acknowledging and admitting what's there that hasn't been completely solidified. but that's okay. they don't need to hard commit. they've already committed in a way that would be incredibly hard to deny. ]

You don't gotta say it out loud. [ a beat, and then leona sighs. ] But... still keep sayin' it.

[ coming from him? yeah. he could get used to it. he might have to start playing the part. as leona begins to slowly sit up, placing his hands on top of lilia's, he grabs him by the wrists and pulls him on top. with how expertly lilia kept leona clean, it's a no-mess and no-fuss way for him to get the fae to join him once more. ]

Kinda wanna see what you taste like now. Mind givin' me a chance?

[ paying lilia lip service in a whole different way. ]

Don't need to say it, but keep saying it? My oh my~... Sounds like someone likes hearing that from me.

[ Teasing is in his nature; sorry, Leona, he's going to drop a bit of taunting on you as soon as he gets the chance. There's nothing that's going to stop him from that. No amount of love or adoration. In fact? he would probably receive more, the closer that the two of them got. The more they learn about each other, the further they'd both open up and their true natures would be shown, without any seconds of hesitation.

It's easy to move Lilia. Not because he's small and light (although he is), but more that Lilia allows it, shifts with the movement and follows through with it. There's a flush to his own face, one that's going nowhere for a while, and certainly not vanishing when Leona asked that.

With a small nod, he accepts-- ]

You can, I'll allow you the chance. Whatever you want a taste of, you can take it all. Just try your best not to get addicted. Otherwise we'll have a problem... as I'm quickly getting addicted to your taste already.

[ A tiny laugh leaves him, as he leans down to give Leona a quick peck on the cheek. ]

Move me where you want me, where it'll be easiest for you. I'll follow your lead.

...Have you ever had a taste of someone else before, or will I be your first?

[ Of that variety at least. ]

[ being teased and taunted is preferable to getting constantly reminded of a future he couldn't have. being ignored or scorned for simply wanting to be recognized for having some semblance of worth from those who frankly don't mean anything, yet their words (or lack of them) still hurt the most. when the wordless masses show disdain despite not knowing the full picture, taking broad assumptions as truths, that's when leona is bothered. angered.

but lilia can have the pass. he can have full access to all the words, the feelings, the touches, the entire package. can it be revoked? absolutely. it'd have to be something drastic and explosive for him to do it, on the path of no return. ]

Tch. Addicted? Fat chance.

[ and yet there is the inherent risk but he has no fear! nothing to be scared of. that he repositions them so that lilia is now more or less sitting on his chest and closer to his chin than anything, so that he's in a proper position to be able to use leona's mouth easier. ]

Nah. You'll be my first. Makes you and me pretty lucky.

[ he's all lilia's. ]

You wanna give me some tips? 'cause you're so good at it and all.

[ No, Lilia would never do anything intense enough to get his little pass revoked. He's too adoring, once someone has earned that from him. Already, Leona earned it and more. His adoration would speak volumes above his teasing and taunting, and he would never be one to discount Leona just because he wasn't the next in line. Wasn't ever going to be anything more than a second prince.

Roles and social status don't matter to Lilia. If they did, he wouldn't be here, pulled along to be sitting on his chest, with his dick out and in his face just as easy.

Bringing his hand down, he moves to carefully brush his thumb along Leona's cheek, admiring him from this angle. ]

Wouldn't be so sure about that.

[ Who knows just how dangerous this is? The two of them were already showing signs of being addicted to each other. There's no going back, now, is there? The two of them would be addicted for years to come, finding new things to adore about each other. New things to get addicted to.

... Tips, though, hm? ]

I think the main thing... [ His thumb comes down to drag along Leona's bottom lip, ] ... would be to be careful of those sharper teeth of yours. Focus on your tongue, press it against me and try to find the spots where I'm weakest. You'll be able to feel every twitch, hear every noise of mine. You'll know what I like as you go.

[ His thumb moves, pressing slightly further past those lips, to allow him to trace one of the sharper canines on the bottom within his mouth. ]

You may feel as if you can barely breathe. As if you're lightheaded, can't think. Chase that feeling and you'll have me a little mess atop you, whimpering and thrusting into your mouth. Might need to hold me still.

[ ... Less tips and more dirty talking, but sure, it works. ]

[ there are words that as soon as they want to leave his mouth, they die on his lips. words that would probably put himself in the most compromising position. it would reveal a weakness, something new and tender and raw. something leona kingscholar couldn't say without... he'd need to plan out his feelings. gauge the reactions. hope that lilia doesn't try to warn him again for putting all of his eggs in his basket.

so instead he can focus on all those things lilia's said. don't let those eyeteeth catch sensitive skin. utilize that coarse tongue of his. try to gauge each reaction, both big and small, and work with what makes the fae feel good. he knows that's rewarding in another way, too. ]

Whimperin'? [ leona grins. ] Well, I gotta hear that.

[ he might not have the best perspective, but he's got the ears for it. either way? he's not going to get lilia there by just talking and not doing. so as he gives that invading digit a lick and the tiniest smooch, he wiggles himself further down so lilia's cock can be just... it's right there. his tongue can touch it. he can lean and give that a kiss too, the tip rubbing and bumping against his lips. ]

How 'bout this?

[ and with that, snarky and sharp tone included, he drags his broad tongue against the head of lilia's cock. ]

[ In this moment, Lilia... is not inclined to really warn Leona again, to try and scold him all over again. No, for in this moment, he wants to put his eggs all in one basket. To bury Leona in his affections and to, in turn, be buried under his affectionate touch, his clear desire and attention.

This kind of position is compromising, leaving Lilia enough room to shift his hips and grab onto Leona's hair if he wanted to. If he decides he isn't being pleased right, he could easily turn the tide in his favor.

For now, he's going to see how Leona goes about it. So far?

So far, Lilia can't help but let out a soft giggle at the way his thumb is given a little lick and a kiss. Retracting his thumb, he shifts to sit up slightly to assist in Leona's movement, before settling himself back comfortably there. The beginning kiss against his cock, with how his tip presses against his lips, already has Lilia shifting and squirming, clearly desperate for any sort of touch, this included.

His fingers shift to card through Leona's hair, brushing back any tufts that might fall in his face, briefly thumbing against one of his ears in encouragement. It's the quick movement of his tongue across the head of him that has Lilia gasping, back arching slightly as if to chase the feeling. ]

That's... a good start, mmhm...~

[ He hums out his quiet response, swallowing down one of the noises that tries to escape. ]

[ with that arched back comes recognition: he's going to help leona whether he likes it or not. so with that, he drags his tongue along the underside while also sitting up. he needs the right angle to encourage them both in different ways. leona wants more of that taste and lilia will need to help himself get into that mouth. that warm, moist, virgin mouth... in this case, anyway. lilia should take some pride in knowing that leona will never use his for anyone else. no one else is deserving enough.

he has to inhale through his nose, which further heats his blood. it's lilia's scent at its purest that touches his senses and makes his mouth water. how he's suddenly hungry for the fae and there's only one way for him to sate it. he has to swallow whatever pride he might have and focus on pleasuring his lover. that's the most important thing he can do. respect his elders. pay him literal lip service.

leona's thankful for lilia's hands. he's positive he'll be very smart with them as he goes further. it's more than just the tip that presses past pursed lips, but the head as well. that he flicks his tongue against the slit before teasing it specifically with the tip before he takes another breath through flared nostrils and swallows down some more. it's a game of inches. leona's using a part of him that hasn't gotten that much attention in the past--- he can say all the words in the world, but that doesn't mean he can be good at this without a little more practice. enthusiasm can only get him so far.

he just wants all of lilia. so he'll go as far as he can to get his nose to touch skin. ]

[ 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. ]

[ not only is he digesting the sounds that lilia's making, but he's also trying his best to do what he's already been directed to do. how could he forget an experience like this? the feeling of this cock in his mouth, invading his senses in more than just one way. it's like there's something tingling all throughout his body as he tries to do what he feels like is the right thing. his tongue continually moves along lilia's dick, those rough barb-like notches catching the hard skin but not in a harsh way. dragging that skin along with his slow, steady bobbing.

breathing in and out through his nose, leona can focus on that taste. is this what a fae really tastes like? or is it just lilia? either way, the idea of being addicted to lilia in this way isn't repulsive in the least. trying to imagine him when he's not there for his dick to be sucked or for leona to fuck him seems annoying as well; does lilia thing he'll ever be THAT far away from him? not a chance. they don't even have to be having sex. leona can drop all the pretenses, stop playing so coy and just. give into those temptations and stop caring about his image.

just kidding. he cares. but lilia can be the sole person that sees what kind of person he is. he's been allowed that trust and not just because of how they act around each other. not just because they bang. so when he swallows down lilia as much as he can, he's doing it out of... respect. and love. ]

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