splitmemory | a lion and his fae

[ There was a logic to Leona's argument that was easily lost on Lilia when he was distracted like this, his focus taken almost completely by the stupid little game on his phone in front of him. His thumbs continue to work at it, moving quickly across the screen as he does a small battle, completing it within a few moments.

Then, he lifts his eyes briefly, peeking down towards where Leona rests.

That softer voice with that comment, the little challenge that Lilia had already presented - they could mean so many different things, couldn't they? Lilia pushes a bit further, a sly little smile curling at his lips. ]

I do, I do.

[ Lilia's gaze dips back down to his phone, bringing one hand down to briefly ghost his thumb across the edge of one of Leona's ears. He then lightly pinches at it, tugging slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to be annoying. ]

I'll be done soon, trust me. Don't get impatient on me now. You're a big boy.

[ With the tease, he removes his hand from Leona's ear, slipping his leg further back to press his heel between Leona's shoulders, his leg further around him now, following some of Leona's whim. ]

[ he closes the eye on the side where that ear's been pulled. it doesn't hurt but it certainly deserves a reaction--- it'd be like if leona did the same thing to lilia! he wouldn't expect his fae to react any differently. so there the beastman is with a tugged ear and a mind that is lingering on what he could do to get lilia to put the phone down and finally put his attention on who matters the most. him.

that leg might sate someone but definitely not leona. the touch is nice but it's not going to be enough. it's rarely enough. ]

I'll do and be whatever I want.

[ sniffs! yeah. imagine lilia thinking he'd receive any amount of mercy from leona? they have lunch to enjoy?? so if it means he has to indulge in a little pre-meal snack, then that's what leona will have to do.

it'd been a while since leona had first given lilia a proper blowjob but there are other things he can do to get the other's attention in a way that'll truly test him. there's no way that his tongue should be able to get him to break, right? lilia's battle-tested in both conventional and unconventional ways of combat and "combat".so when leona does move next, it's to pull those shorts down. he wants full access. surely his future spouse won't bat an eye, yeah?

so when he then presses his face and lips to lilia's thighs, giving each one a kiss, he can't possibly get rebuffed. after all--- he's being patient in his own special way. he's being affectionate. who can ignore his advances? what kind of heartless monster would do such a thing?? ]

[ He hardly expects that movement to be enough. In a way, it's their own little game of cat and mouse, one that Lilia didn't mind whether he won or lost. He lets out a quiet laugh at the little pouty statement from Leona, but that's all the attention that statement gets him. Both of his hands are back on his phone, as he gets right back down into the weeds of his self inflicted mission.

Poor Leona would need to try and find how he ticks, to properly manage to get Lilia's attention on him rather than the game.

Heartless, maybe. Monster? Oh, yes, absolutely. Lilia manages to ignore the advances... to an extent.

He's so focused on his little game, sure, but he has enough energy to squirm and bring one of his legs up as his shorts are tugged down. To remove one leg from the side, freeing up more room between them as he settles himself back into their previous position. This way, Leona has even better access to him, to touch him, kiss him, see him - whatever it is he desires.

There's a sweetness to those little kisses. One that Lilia wants to hold onto, that he can't get enough of. And still, he keeps his eyes on the game, even as he takes a small breath in qnd shifts under the small pieces of affection. ]

And what is it that you want to do, hm? Seems to me as if you've found something to occupy your time.

[ Lilia teases, keeping his voice light and playful, before it trails off, his attention once more stolen away as the sounds of combat ring through his phone's speakers.]

[ he's not going to tell lilia what he's going to do. in fact, it's better to surprise him with his ingenuity? with his curiosity, his thoughtfulness, his ability to improvise when it comes down to it? leona may be a chess player at heart with a decent amount of pre-planned plays and reactions to certain formations but that doesn't mean he can't be flexible. he's durable. he can do a lot with very little. but here, he can feast! leona doesn't have to worry about playing nice. underhanded it is.

actions will do the speaking for him. how he continues to kind of pepper the areas around lilia's crotch with kisses, licks, even the occasional nip with the fronts of his teeth. that he sort of makes his way lower and lower, to the point where he could be at a very sensitive location. instead of putting his mouth on lilia's cock, however? it's subjected to the same kind of attention he's been giving him. tongue, lips, teeth. all meant to pepper and desensitize him as he goes further south.

this is when leona has to get in between those legs, specifically to hold them up just enough so that he can have a good enough angle. trying to do his sprawled out below lilia would be difficult, so just giving him some kind of slight incline probably doesn't seem that strange if considered independent of what leona's been doing...

when his nose gently parts lilia's cheeks, that's when his tongue goes somewhere... else... ]

[ There's not much that can pull Lilia from his distractions. To become the new focus of his attention before he's ready to provide. This though?

The kisses, licks, and nips were just fine when they were pressed to his thighs, his legs. He's used to that sort of affection, that attention. Sure, he might have a slight flush to his face, might be taking in a small breath when Leona nips at his sensitive areas and moves to his cock so smoothly, with the very same treatment, but that doesn't mean he gets distracted or unfocused. Even if he gets part way hard, even as his body reacts in such an obvious way to the stimuli. No, he's...

He's still so very focused on that game until he's being adjusted. Until Leona's between his legs, and that tongue is exploring somewhere it hadn't quite been before. The small fae makes a noise in a mix of surprise and pleasure, his hands stilling for a moment against his phone. His eyes flick from the screen down to Leona, as he tries to stubbornly wrench his focus back to his game.

That is, all while he moves to drape his other leg over Leona's shoulder, trying to subtly ask for more. ]

I won't lose focus that easily. [ He teases lightly, his own words a sweet little lie, an ask for Leona to keep trying, keep pushing. ]

[ a challenge? lilia's really challenging him? when he's already probing that rear passage with his tongue, dipping and delving into that ring of muscle? the one that he's intimately familiar with already, yet he hasn't been this bold using something this direct before. it's why he hopes it'll shock lilia into action after he puts some more effort into his ministrations.

and leona is willing to be goaded into it.

breath hot against his crack, the flavor of his fae is much more intense when he's tasting him from down below. far more exciting on his tongue compared to giving him a blowjob. so with less hesitation and greater exuberance, he shoves that wet muscle in as far as he can go. it may not be as deep as his own cock, but it's different. it must feel very interesting to lilia. whether it's enough to get him to put his phone down... he's not sure.

but if that isn't enough? he still has hands. he can reach up and grab onto lilia and give him a few strokes. fondle, caress, let his fingers do some of the work. ]

[ What a way to get him so distracted. The smaller man can't help the way he gasps when Leona's tongue presses all the way inside of him, in a way that was so new yet so good. It sends shivers through him, makes him realize just how hot his body began to feel, that heat rising and spreading through him like a wild fire.

His body squirms, fingers tense against his phone, clutching the device in less of a way to continue playing and more to keep from dropping it. No, it isn't quite enough to have him actively put it down, to give in to temptation and let himself fully give in.

That is, until those fingers are doing some of the work. Until the second that Leona's hand wraps around him, stroking and caressing his hard length.

The first sign of giving in would be the way Lilia presses the button to lock his phone, the second being him pressing it against his chest, and the third and final sign? His opposite hand slipping down to let his fingers tangle in his lover's hair. He lets out a soft, quiet whine. ]

This isn't going... to make me get up any faster, you know... [ The little words are murmured out, his eyes as unfocused as his words, ] Going to make me want dessert before we've even had lunch.

[ those hands and fingers serve to tell leona everything he needs to know. that he's succeeded in getting lilia to put the phone down and finally give leona the attention that he deserves. after all, he's trying his damn best to serve both the fae and himself. speak in a language that they both can't ignore: through physical affection, through humbling himself by feasting on anything he's been given. whatever lilia allows. and here, lilia never stopped him from getting his tongue in places he hasn't gone to before. his version of a trump card.

if lilia is expecting to get a response, then he's sorely mistaken. all leona wants to do is messily, sloppily, make out with that hole. that whine is a sweet song to his ears. he's going to punish lilia for his misuse of their time by occupying him with this torture! and his hand doesn't stop either; he thumbs over the head while his other fingers drum along its length.

he spares no sound and barely any breath, and the ones that he takes are close enough to the skin that his nostrils flare with every deep inhale and exhale. his own growing need is beginning to irritate him but... patience is a virtue. even if it means their lunch might end up becoming an early dinner at this rate. ]

[ The heat that presses through his form is almost overwhelming, enough to make him shudder and whine out again, his back continuing to arch up into his lover's hand, as if begging for his tongue to press even further in than it can go. Leona's successful, completely, in getting him to pay attention to him now.

The phone slips from his chest, and only then does he realize he needs to set it aside. It's a matter of a little magic before it's set aside onto his desk, his hand then grasping at his own hoodie to start tugging it up. He doesn't want it to get messy when he inevitably reaches the point of no return, but he's also finding it hard to focus on removing the piece of clothing with everything. This ends up with his hand grasping at the lower edge of the fabric while his opposite hand clutches harder at the hair he'd tangled his fingers in. ]

I'm--... [ The fae whimpers out, his thighs pressing tighter against Leona. He's doing his best not to hurt him, even if his hold is a little tight, possibly a little painful. ] Close, [ He breathes out, finally, his small body squirming against his own wishes. If Leona wants to punish him, however... was he going to be allowed such a mercy? ]

[ victory's never tasted so sweet, though it's second to lilia and the purest flavor he's gotten from eating the fae out. he won't say his tongue is getting tired from all the flicking, the slurping, the way his lips have to surround the skin around his passage so he can go as far as he's been. it's a labor of love, as he withdraws his tongue and gives that hole a quick suck and kiss. ]

Close? Tch, thought you had more control than that.

[ or maybe leona plays very dirty. probably not many other ways he could've gotten to bruise lilia's resolve like this. just means he has another weapon in his arsenal when his bratty little fae decides that something or someone is more important than him? not that he feels like he'll have to resort to this very often. then again, lilia now knowing what limits leona has might end up biting him in the butt if he chooses to be tended to in this way in the future.

but the beastman will not stop just because he's no longer feasting down there. no, he has another target now. after all--- he still has a mouth and lips that haven't gotten to the point of numbness yet. he pushes himself up so that he can go to where his hand had been before and immediately takes lilia into his mouth. ]

[ Anything he could say would, at this point, be nothing more than an excuse. He had lost fair and square, unable to hold his own resolve, to keep it from crumbling down in front of him. No, he can't say a damned word unless he wants to prove that he was weak to Leona, that their very love and bond was something that weakened and pushed at him in such ways that he could crumble far easier to Leona's touch than one might think.

And still, the prince deserves to hear it, does he not? ]

I do-- I did when it comes to anyone but you.

[ Hopefully Leona laps up the attention. If not, there's plenty more coming to drown him.

As the beastman takes his cock into his mouth, Lilia's gasping out, his fingers loosening their tight grip in his hair before he grabs at him even further, fingers desperately trying to push his head further down. A bratty way to keep getting what he wants, now, putting his own pleasure before Leona's.

Or, well, that might seem to be the case before his foot can be felt shoving it's way against Leona's arousal, through the few layers he has on. It's all he can do in this position, all he can offer. ]

Do you want to see how long I can last when I really try? Aren't you also aching for more? Hmmm?

[ His teasing might backfire. But. That's kind of the point?? He's having fun playing the brat. ]

[ it's probably why they get along so well at times, and at others they could be butting heads as they would sometimes do. they're both prideful in different ways, whether from experience or strength or what-have-you. it's why leona finds it quite amusing when lilia admits his weakness to the prince who is currently enjoying himself with the fae's cock in his mouth. swirling that rough tongue around the head, lapping up and down the shaft, firmly suckling on it like it a hungry kitten. he looks up at lilia, challenging him with his gaze, smiling around that dick.

and then... that foot makes contact and leona has to keep himself from losing that suction he's built up. his cock immediately jumps up in those pants of his, stiffening against that shove. he desperately tries to grind into it, all while moving his lips down to the base of lilia's shaft, exhaling harshly into his crotch.

he can't speak with his mouth occupied, nor would he want to. but does his glare up not tell lilia exactly what he needs to hear? the attention is great. he loves it. it only means something when it comes from his fae. from his lover. he's down bad for him. now that he's got what he's wanted, how could he stop at this point?

two fingers is all he should need. does lilia think leona's not thinking about that unoccupied hole of his? if lilia's going to 'attack' from two sides, it wouldn't be fair if leona didn't do the same. those two slightly dry fingers are dragged against his crack, against the hole that had been made out with just moments ago, and he slowly pushes them in up to the first knuckle. ]

[ How quickly was Leona becoming an expert in the ways of his body? It hadn't been all that long for a human, for someone with as short of a lifespan as Leona, and yet... he has Lilia wrapped around his finger in a way that not many had. That rough tongue felt like it was meant to be there, meant to lap and suckle against him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, no matter how hard he was trying to hold himself together. ]

Hah... [ A shaky, content sigh is breathed out, his eyes half lidded as he watches the younger boy squirm, feeling the way his hips press forward to allow him to grind up against the bottom of his foot. ] You're so desperate that even that little touch was a blessing, hm? Don't worry, I won't let you stay needy for long.

[ Lilia sounds like he thinks he's in control here. Confidence that had no place, really, with the way he was splayed out under Leona. Only, that confidence falls flat when those two fingers slide between his cheeks, as they move to his entrance and begin to press in, with the needy whimper that escapes him.

Still, he'll pretend he's got this under control. His foot presses harder down into Leona, moved to grind down against his cock in a way that was relentless. No teasing, no taunting, just straight to it. His own cock leaks with pre, his hips squirming under Leona. It's almost too much. Almost. He can handle this for a moment longer...

Well. His body is already tensing, his hand gripping harder to Leona's hair. ]

Leona-! [ He whines out again, clearly struggling to keep himself from releasing before Leona folds. But... he's probably going to lose this round. ]

[ what a lovely meal he's been able to partake in? the appetizer had been just perfect--- something that he would drool over time after time after time if given the chance? the right temperature, the right consistency. and now here he is on the main course, where his palate is singing. his royal taste buds are alight. leona doesn't even need that spurt of pre to lubricate his throat, he's been salivating this entire time. every little sound, every little reaction to every one of his actions, draws something else from him. be it his own arousal straining against that foot or how he moans into and around lilia.

so even if lilia thinks he's conceding control over the situation, he's not completely doing that. not with leona grinding, trying to find the right angle where he can rub the crest of his head against the balls of his foot, into the sole. he's not going to find release from here alone. he knows this is only the first step.

but when the fae does come, he bears down. he anchors himself, sucks firmly. he doesn't let a drop escape his lips. it would be wasteful for leona to do so. even if they continue to enjoy one another carnally for years to come, it doesn't make it any less valuable. so he swallows and swallows, his fingers continuing to reach up and in, nudging and pressing against that one very sensitive spot. ]

[ Throughout the centuries he'd lived, was there a moment where he'd been this content? Where he'd allowed someone to get this close to him? There were times he questioned whether he could even feel certain things; whether love would be something he could express, something he deserved. Now, in a moment like this, he couldn't imagine anything different. Couldn't imagine a different person's mouth around his cock, fingers inside of him. No, everything about this was exactly what he wanted, what he needed.

Funny, how often royalty snuck into his life, had a part in his heart in different ways.

It's a matter of seconds before he is reaching that peak, releasing into Leona's mouth without another thought. His foot all at once presses harder, with a greater strength behind it, forcefully grinding forward into Leona's arousal. How's he supposed to keep from crying out so loud when those fingers press against his most sensitive spots? Pressing his hips down into the force of them, his fingers curling in his hair, Lilia tries his damndest to focus.

It really doesn't work as well as he'd like. How can it, with him feeling so much at once?

By the end of his climax he's left gasping, loosening his grip on Leona's hair, to smooth it down and pet it down. ]

Undress.

[ He presses a demand into his lover, his touch so gentle as he brings his hand down towards his chin, his jaw, fingers pawing at his face to get a good look at him. His own tongue drags across his upper set of fangs, as if he can't get enough of this look. ]

I won't ask twice.

[ is he in any position to make demands? eh. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Really, there's an almost unspoken language between them both, an understanding of what each of them needed, when they needed it. What they could do, to get that. How far one would need to push before the other will topple over. For Lilia, all that was needed was a simple amount of effort, a little show that he was going to be treated as he damn well believed he deserves to be treated. He's lived too long to give anyone the time of his own day that they wouldn't give back.

Which, funny when he was so distracted by his game a short while ago. But, hey, he's making up for it now!! It's fine.

Crimson stares up at Leona, eating up the sight of the beastman's positioning, the way his hands move to free his body of the damn near oppressive clothing. Pushing himself up a little, onto his elbows, Lilia makes it clear how closely he's watching, following the shape of his body with each movement. ]

I don't think I've learned my lesson yet.

[ The little thought is practically hummed out, as he tilts his chin in towards his own chest, looking up at Leona through his eyelashes as his eyes go half lidded. Fingers pull at the hoodie, tugging it up further to just give a hint of his chest, of the rest of his small form. ]

I believe you may have to punish me further for disrespecting our time together. Otherwise, how will I learn?

[ Not to say that this won't just reward his bad behavior, but hey-- he's trying to be coy and cute right now, okay?? ]

[ honestly, punishing lilia's behavior from just moments ago doesn't feel like much of a reason to keep going. it's more about motivating him to keep feeding leona whatever he wants, whenever he wants--- though it's still tough to do that when lilia's concerned. either way? he's got the tools to get him to keel. maybe not completely bend a knee because he still has loyalties, deep rooted ones, to those he also loves.

but not like, THIS kind of love. the kind that allows leona to crawl up, slide so that he could push his head against the hoodie. but he'll kiss that cute little bellybutton first, tongue swirling around the edges of it. just a pit stop while dotting kisses as he trails upward. ]

Yeah. Oh, I got a real good punishment all lined up for you. Those ingredients weren't cheap.

[ yes... up to that nipple. they're both so perfect? nubs of flesh that are just as sensitive as any other erogenous zone on a person. an ideal spot for him to attack next. that he's practically salivating (or is that what lilia left in his mouth) when he descends onto it, immediately taking one in between his lips and giving it a tug. ]

[ For this love, Lilia would do nearly anything. This was something he wouldn't give up for anything, wouldn't want to allow a single soul to keep him from getting this. From getting what he knew, deep down, he really desired, with every single part of him.

The hand that had, before, been pulling up at the fabric, now moves to lovingly move down along Leona's bare back. First starting near the nape of his neck, traveling down further along the skin. Feeling each curve and turn against him. Then, he drags those nails of his up, along his skin.

He would have had words, were it not for the little gasped moan that slips out of his mouth right when he goes to speak, from the attention that sensitive little nub was getting. One leg hooks around his lover, nails digging in against him where they were for just a second, before he resumes that repetitive motion, dragging his hand slowly back down his back. ]

I can hardly wait to see what you've got in store, [ Is followed by a small, happy little laugh. ]

[ when he's done tending to one of them, he moves to the other and gives it the same amount of respect: no more, no less. that the tip of his tongue flicks over before he kisses, then he bears down by sucking on them. not that he'll draw anything out, but if it gives lilia a reason to moan a little louder the next time he does? then he's certainly milking something out of him.

with both having been given attention, he can finally move all the way up. be face-to-face with his fae. ]

Think I can give you a meaty appetizer and then our lunch can be pretty light. Figure that'll be nice enough. Don't you think?

[ he might not have a choice but to partake, especially when he tugs his pants off. meaty indeed. ]

[ Does the little quiver tell Leona all he needs to know? That Lilia enjoys the attention he gives both, the way he bears down as if it was the only way he could resolve his own dying thirst? If that little quiver isn't enough, the little moan surely is, the way his head falls back against the pillow behind his head, hair splayed out around him.

How can he help but bring both hands up to cup his lover's face in his hands, once they're face to face? He wants to drown him in kisses.

He'll start with his jaw, with the soft skin of his cheek, parting his lips to drag the very tip of his tongue along his skin, coming up to press a kiss to the corner of his eye. ]

I'd think so, mmhm, [ He nods, only slightly, craning his neck further up to lean up to one of his ears, to whisper to him, ] Show me the love only you can. I want you.

[ oh... he wants him. of course he knows that. they both want each other. it's in their words, in their touches, in the mundane and extraordinary moments. walking together from class to class, sitting in the cafeteria, being in the other person's dorm. still, hearing it does something to leona. an acknowledgement of sorts. there's no one like leona or lilia out there. when they make love, it's...

so of course he's going to show lilia. he's pretty much gotten him loose, all ready to go. might not be the most comfortable fit, but leona's all raring to go. stiff, throbbing, aching. much like other parts of him. ]

No one else like me.

[ words that are soft and warmed by the heat of the moment, where he positions himself carefully over top. he's done this time after time but it never gets old. he wants to see lilia, completely devour him, make him submit. so when he presses the head of his cock against and then into the fae's rear entrance, he's salivating--- in more than one way. ]

[ Seeing and experiencing so much in one lifetime had no bearing on how much brighter the world felt, how much more the color popped and the little things became so prominent, so clear and obvious, once this clicked into place. Once the two of them realized, understood, that this was something greater than being alone ever could be-- the pieces fell into place.

This was a position they were in again and again, yes, but each time was like the first, with its own added benefits. Lilia can feel the head of his lover press against his entrance, his breath catching only long enough for him to breathe in a shuddering little gasp, a soft nod to answer his statement. To confirm it. ]

No one at all. You're the only one... mmh--

[ His words aren't quite cut off by the soft moan that bubbles up and out, the one that resounds in his throat, that sticks in the way he looks at Leona. That adoration in his eyes, that sneaky little charm, and...

Well, while he's here, he might as well tilt his head up, to capture his lover's lips with his own. Both of his legs now curl around him, to urge and press him further inside. Not to rush him, but to show him he's completely ready for more, when he's ready to completely have him. He'll submit - for now. ]

... the only one that deserves to have you.

[ after all, what would explain how perfectly they fit one another? especially physically; yes, despite having fucked many times before he still feels as tight as he did the first time. it's a warmth that he wants to cover himself in, a familiarity that he wants to stick with for as long as he can. without lilia, he's not sure if he'd find anyone else who could sate him entirely. the love that he feels, the adoration he wishes to share... no one else can have it.

so when those lips touch his, he hungrily obliges with a tongue that immediately delves into that crease. he spreads them apart, almost thrusts inside just like how he's handling lilia's other end. parallel motions that make him grunt and then moan, pleasure and pressure beginning to build.

he doesn't start building up a rhythm. not yet. he likes the feeling of lilia's legs wrapped around him, giving himself some leverage. ]

And only you.

a lion and his fae

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