a lion and his fae

[faebysitting]

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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[faebysitting]

[ 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. ]

[notscar]

[ 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. ]