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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
ya
continuation of this with just random. leona/lilia shenanigans
ya
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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. ]
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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. ]
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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. ]