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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[notscar]

[ 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. ]

[faebysitting]

[ 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. ]

[notscar]

... 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.