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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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[ Why was he allowing fear and doubt to rule over him when it came to this? It wasn't like he let that take control back in his younger years. He was reckless, pushing forward for what he felt was right and what he wanted, back in those early days. Now? ... He supposes it has a lot to do with the experiences he's had through the years, compared to how little he'd gone through before, when he'd first proposed to someone himself. He was but a child then, stumbling through the world at his own pace.

Maybe that's why he was trying to warn Leona. To make sure that he knew what he was getting into, knew what he was asking for. Leona's life was so short compared to Lilia's, as Lilia had already mentioned, already brought up. He wanted Leona to be sure, to not rush into something so important.... but he understood why this boy might want to.

Lilia wants it too. Wants a commitment, something physical, some sort of promise that shows they're actually committed to each other. ]

... You should be so much more careful with the fae and things like this. Promises, deals, contracts, anything like that. You can't be sure I won't take advantage of it. Of you.

[ Says the fae who is currently nudging his way closer, his fingers pressing against Leona's back and spine in a way that's affectionate and kind, even with the pressure of the mattress under him. ]

In all the years of my long life, I've never had a boy as bold as you around. Declaring they want to marry me, to make me theirs. Once, I was that bold boy. [ This was comfortable. Almost too comfortable... but he forces himself to look up at Leona. ] I'll consider it. It could do me good to be tied down. Let's think more on it in the morning, alright?

[ Back on that other topic, though.... ]

I can take a little pain. That said, I wouldn't complain if you were to offset it with something sweeter. Hmm... What if I ask you to pay me back now? To give me what I'm owed from our little trip? Would that be enough to offset the pain, you think?

[ Yeah, he might've spent a moment shifting to look up at Leona, but that isn't lasting very long. He's nosing back against his neck, pressing his lips there again, enjoying the feeling of his warmth. ]

If I was gonna regret anything, it'd be not chasing you down if you thought that the best way to have any kind of relationship was to be careful.

[ careful is for people who can afford to live hundreds of years. beastmen can live for a while but compared to any fae, it's probably as lilia has described it: like a blink of an eye. but when leona blinks, he sees lilia. when the other blinks, time has not passed for more than a minute. sure--- he knows a lot. but maybe knowing too much is the weakness that lilia hasn't considered yet. that a thoughtful and heartfelt promise from someone who finds them pointless is worth more than its weight in gold.

but all he hears are compliments. the boldest boy. someone that's being allowed to give him the pleasure and pain that others probably haven't been trusted to do. he takes that in stride. that lilia cares. he cares to warn him, to not make a mistake... maybe a mistake he's made himself.

unfortunately, leona is very dense. purposefully, sometimes. ]

As far as I'm concerned you've already accepted. [ a beat, then he nods. ] Yeah. I can give you what you want. Just... name it.

[ he reaches up and with one hand, cradles the back of lilia's head. ]

[ For someone who didn't have the same number of years on him, Leona sure did have a sense for wisdom, words that Lilia could understand and relate to. Being careful was only part of the equation - Lilia doesn't actually care to be careful, to be cautious in his decisions. More...

He doesn't want to be something that Leona regrets spending so much time with, investing so much energy in.

Oh, but why should he really worry that far about it? Leona was a grown lion, no longer a little cub who was stumbling about and didn't know what he was doing. He knows what he needs, knows how to take care of himself and when to lash out when something isn't going his way. This was something he'd need to let go of, to trust in Leona to know what he wants.

So, that's what he begins to do. To relax somewhat further, expression softening as he watches the beastman. That little touch against the back of his head, cradling it with that one hand-- and here he was, having been ready to ask for something in a completely different vein.

No, now... ]

You might be right. I might not have said it in words, but...

[ He'd already accepted, didn't he? That was a warning, but it wasn't a 'no.' Anyways. ]

... What I want is so very hard to explain in words. I want... [ These gentle touches. Not tentative, yet still so careful. Nothing but love and adoration shown through each one, with a language of their own. ] This. You're already giving me what I want. Just....

[ Lilia leans in, giving Leona a small peck on the cheek, trailing a few kisses down to his lips, pressing one against the corner of his mouth. What he wants is intimacy, in a way he hasn't gotten before. Something he's sure, if he asks for it bluntly, he'd get. Instead, he's hopeful that Leona will get it without him saying it. ]

Kiss me.

[ it's not like leona lacks patience. what he wants is direction. a way forward. when they take it together, things will feel smoother. better, for the both of them. how he feels about lilia has been a quickly changing perspective; from annoyance due to his relation toward the more well-known figures of diasomnia to great fuck, to a person who could only fit one particular hole in his heart. as sappy and saccharine as it may seem, it would be hard for anyone to replace lilia. ]

I get it. And if I don't, then I got time to figure it out. [ what lilia wants... what leona wants. they may not be the same. they may be misunderstood. but if that's the case, the best way to approach it is head-on. not through being purposefully misleading or accidentally misinterpreted. and if lilia finds himself in unexplored places, hard to explain feelings, then he's just as 'young' as leona. they're both new to this. that's easy enough to see and leona needs no help comprehending that.

a kiss should be easy. it's what else he wants to do, to give lilia something different... he needs it. he wants to be cared for, doted on, treated like no other in leona's life. that he listens and gives, lips that touch lilia's before pressing in deeper. harder. firmer so that he can dig in between so he can get some tongue in there. that the aggression he once showed isn't lacking; it's now reinforced by the affection that he has. be bold but not ravenous.

but it's touch he wants and what he will have. all roads lead to this anyway. lilia should know that. yes, they could enjoy one another without it getting sexual but... blame the testosterone. the carnal desire building up. he cups lilia's crotch, squeezing and kneading through the fabric of his pants.

this fae is his. a soft moan, despite not being the one receiving that kind of attention, still leaves him anyway. ]

[ Lilia so loved to pretend he knew it all. That his years provided him with infinite wisdoms. That was far from true- there were still ways in which he, too, needed to learn. There’d been a time where he hadn’t thought himself even capable of loving and being loved within a family, yet here he was, so adored by his little trainee, his Prince, and most of all his dear son. Now, maybe the notion lies within the other type of love.

The one that he wanted to desperately, the one that he’d reached his hand out for time and time again, only for it to be stripped away from him, cut away before it was time. Maybe that’s why this felt so dangerous, so risky, so… terrifying, in some ways. He doesn’t want to lose this - is he capable of feeling this without it being taken from him? Is he willing to risk it?

… Yeah. Yes, he’s willing. More than willing. He wants to risk this, to take that path with Leona. To learn; together.

Besides, there’s something Lilia’s forgetting. Leona might be at a loss for Fae customs, for the way a promise can mean the whole world, but doesn’t the same go for Lilia when it comes to beastmen culture? When it comes to life in the Savanna, and the ways in which Leona had already laid claim to him. It becomes a little more clear now, with this kiss.

What becomes even clearer? He doesn’t need to think. Why worry about that right now? Why worry about anything, when the two of them are stumbling along together?

Lilia parts his lips, allowing the kiss to deepen, his own tongue coming to meet Leona’s. To tangle with his almost in the very same way that their bodies were tangled together.

With that hand against him, Lilia lets out a soft noise into the kiss, shifting his hips to press into the touch. His hands slowly move against Leona’s skin, trailing from their spot against his back, pulling back out from under him to instead trail against his bare sides, to feel him up as much as Leona’s feeling him up. ]

So obedient… [ A small tease, a little murmured comment, ] Only for me, I’d hope.

[ That’s enough of an acceptance in itself. He moves one hand down to trace the edge of Leona’s pants, slender fingers quickly getting to work undoing anything he might need to before beginning to tug the fabric down. It’s almost a lazy motion, made as he presses right back into their kiss. ]

Edited 2024-10-05 16:08 (UTC)

[ familial love is a love that he can't entirely appreciate. he knows that his brother loves him. his nephew does too. yet there will always be that stain, that wish that could never be granted. he could never be king with them in the line of succession. there are still paths to success, a legacy that doesn't have to be solely based on his lineage, but it's still so important to him. vital. he wants it more than anything, to feel the physical and figurative weight of the crown on his head.

but it'll never happen. sad, unfortunate, and true. though with lilia there is a new path he could take. a way to take that unused love and put it somewhere safe. somewhere it won't be wasted. with someone who deserves it. to have something different, something natural and free. with no ties and no requirements, no major expectations. just... love by itself.

when their tongues touch, it send a jolt up and down his spine, from his ears to his tail. though he'd like to deepen it now, he wants a chance to reply. to respond to his partner, his mate.

funny to think of lilia like that but it's true. ]

Yeah, only for you. [ huff! ] Think I'd do this to anyone else?

[ especially now. the thought of betraying lilia's trust seems like the worst idea on the planet. in the world. he can't imagine the level of anger that could come from him or his charges.

there's no rush to getting his pants off. if anything, he's happier when lilia takes it slow. that they can get back to kissing, the smallest rumble coming from his chest as they go back to it. warmth in how their tongues mingle again, how they don't need to go overboard. there will be times when it will be passionate in the frenetic and aggressive sense, and times when they don't. this is one of those times. and he's happy regardless.

but he'll roll his hips. he'll remind lilia of what he's got. he should never forget, especially after the first time they did it. ]

[ Maybe the both of them could learn together. To grow together. To adjust how they use their love, where they put it, how they experience it. Loathe as he is to admit it, Lilia was still learning enough to almost be in the same space as Leona. To be so unfamiliar with this, to be following nothing but his instincts when it came to what they were doing.

Because... love is so confusing and strange if you think too far on it. Why should they think, if thinking was the problem? Acting on impulse is what Lilia was far more used to, what led him through life up until now. It might lead him astray, but, well. So what? He could always be redirected, get right back on track.

Just like now. ]

Better not. [ A soft murmur, almost a warning, as Lilia meets him again. ] But I'll trust you.

[ And a small decision, murmured against Leona's lips. The sweet taste of their tongues pushes him forward, a happy hum escaping the fae almost in response to the little rumble coming from Leona. His eyes slip closed again, his hand carefully tugging at Leona's pants, pressing in against him through the fabric as Leona rolls his hips.

That small hand of his moves back from the process of pulling at his pants, instead moving to trace the shape of Leona through the fabric. He hums again into the kiss, shifting his position atop Leona to press himself against him, despite the fabric in the way. His hand then makes an attempt at wrapping around both of them, pressing them together.

Rolling his own hips against him, Lilia smiles into the kiss, before breaking it in favor of looking at him, taking in the sight of his expression, the look in his eyes. ]

We have a lot more room here. Part of me wants to see how rough you can get.... but I also want to feel every ounce of your adoration. Think you can do both?

[ It's a soft murmur, as he moves his hand slowly against the both of them, tilting his head to allow him to nose against Leona's cheek, nudging him in such an affectionate little way. ]

[ trust... he trusts him, and leona trusts lilia in kind. it's not deep enough to root out those insecurities but it's certainly enough to make leona feel comfortable around the spritely fae. that there is a genuine softness, a plush and warm feeling when their lips touch that goes beyond the cursory and shallow affection it could be. there is meaning. there's a spark that travels from the tips of his ears all the way to the end of his tufted tail. ]

You want me to be rough? [ he arches his back. yeah. that's the ticket. friction upon that particular spot, clothing in the way, but it only makes the feeling slightly more intense. doesn't help that he's already erect, straining against his fabric, and lilia's touch is only making things worse. or better. he wants to feel lilia's hand without things in the way. it's only a matter of time. ]

I can do that. You're worth the effort.

[ if lilia asks, leona won't immediately reject it. he might think about it. chew on it for a second. but ultimately he will probably do it versus not. either way--- when they do align on something, how could leona not jump at it? at lilia? ]

Still, you're gonna have to get me ready. Think you can handle that?

[ it's going to have to be equal amounts of give and take. that, and he thinks... well, it's kind of hot when other people have to prep him. he's got a lot of real estate to cover. not an arduous task for someone who might be as hungry as lilia is. ]

Or do I gotta do all the work?

[ he grins, leaning his head in the same direction as the nosing. ]

One of these days, I will make you do all the work.

[ Not today. Not now, when he’s feeling so generous. Or, well, generous isn’t the right word. It’s more that Lilia’s just as willing to put in the effort, to prove that he, in equal measures that Leona does, cares about him. Isn’t here for only a quick fuck, a satisfaction that he can only get with someone with Leona’s physique. No, really, even if they ended up deciding that all they’d get up to is Lilia treating Leona so sweetly, with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue, then Lilia would be just as happy. ]

… Maybe. Or maybe I’ll always spoil you.

[ That deft hand jerks up on them both, a tiny laugh escaping the smaller man as he tilts his head to press a small kiss against Leona’s cheek. There there~… He’ll get to work now, he swears.

His opposite hand comes up, both working together to finally begin to tug down the fabric of his pants and any underwear he may be wearing. It’s not a slow process now, like the earlier tracing and careful tugging and pulling. No, this is done with a purpose, clear as day as he pulls and tugs the clothing off his mate.

There isn’t much effort required to adjust his position to settle between Leona’s legs, sitting on his own knees. A comfortable position compared to their first time in such a cramped space. His fingertips trace along his inner thigh, coming up to Leona’s balls first. The shape of him is traced under those small fingers, before he brings his hand to grasp ahold of Leona’s large cock. He hasn’t forgotten how deep he could press into his mouth and throat; he’s practically salivating being face to face with it again.

Still, he’s a patient man… most of the time. He presses a kiss against the base, kissing up along each inch, before he finally reaches the tip. Tucking a strand of hair behind one pointed ear, he flashes a small grin up towards Leona. ]

Isn’t it amazing how well you slot within me? You’re so big, and yet…

[ There he goes, he’s opened his mouth, shoving all of Leona in, taking everything he can all at once. His tongue begins to work instantly, curving against his length to add a certain needed pressure. His head is already bobbing- he’d gotten so used to working with Leona already, hadn’t he? The anticipation, the desire, the hunger, and the excitement all have him bobbing his head already, doing his best to coat and cover the other man’s cock in his saliva. ]

[ 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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