splitmemory | a lion and his fae

[ 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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