[ will he be direct or will he play with his food, so to speak? that's where leona has to play his metaphorical cards in a way that will get him the most enjoyment. that he could be all business, simply allow a kiss to happen, and be as clandestine as possible.
but where's the fun in that??? in a world where they are being told to submit to pleasure, lose themselves, and be the most lascivious versions of themselves on a constant basis? still, there's something personal about planting his flag in vil's mind, make him remember this and want him again... however he approaches it. ]
Testin' the waters. What, am I not allowed to feel around?
[Testing the waters. He isn't sure whether or not to feel better about that answer, especially given what could be happening to his thigh right now if Leona was the more aggressive type.]
If you make me bleed, I'll make you regret it.
[He doesn't answer Leona's questions, seeing them as teasing that will just lengthen this push and pull. This was supposed to be a one and done, right? A checkmark for this "game" they're supposed to play. That thought crossing his mind has him shifting more insistently, hand finally leaving Leona's hair to land on his knee as he moves in for another kiss.]
If that's supposed to be a threat, you're not doin' a great job of sellin' it.
[ because if anyone's going to bleed it feels like he's the one at risk. he might chomp down on vil later, but that's more of a consequence of what they'll be doing. at least--- that's what he assumes. why else would vil present his entire naked body like that? all it does is serve to encourage leona to take risks. ones that he'd never go for back at night raven college.
he greedily takes that kiss, knowing it'll be a way to distract vil from leona's true goal: his hand now making that move towards the other's crotch, fingers wrapping around vil's dick. ]
[Selling it? What, was he supposed to tell Leona in detail that he would grab his tail and shave it bare? He can't quite swallow the irritated noise he makes against Leona's lips, which is a blessing in disguise when that hand between his legs grows even bolder and grips his arousal. Part of him flatly acknowledges that they're moving forward, restless to get this over with so he can disengage and put his clothes on again. Part of him demands more, rocking his hips forward just enough for a hint of friction that has his pelvis and back muscles tingling.
He doesn't reciprocate evenly, squeezing Leona's knee in much the same way he had gripped his thigh. It proves to be leverage to bring his other hand up to Leona's shoulder, as if it's a more appealing resting place than the bed as he moves closer. Would the lion prince be motivated to do more? It's a daring touch already, but a touch wasn't a handjob.]
[ oh, he's more than motivated if it serves as a distraction to avoid a future tail shaving. that he's happy to even get a hand or two on vil in the first place; he can only imagine the kind of scandal if this ever became public? two housewardens sharing a bed, sharing each other's bodies. it's enough to make leona smirk as he continues to stroke vil, making sure that he feels how rough that palm happens to be.
he could never be accused of not putting in a tremendous amount of work in when he was younger, so much so that he's roughened up his skin. perhaps permanently. ]
Not havin' fun yet? I could make this much worse for ya.
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but where's the fun in that??? in a world where they are being told to submit to pleasure, lose themselves, and be the most lascivious versions of themselves on a constant basis? still, there's something personal about planting his flag in vil's mind, make him remember this and want him again... however he approaches it. ]
Testin' the waters. What, am I not allowed to feel around?
[ huffs. ]
Not havin' fun?
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If you make me bleed, I'll make you regret it.
[He doesn't answer Leona's questions, seeing them as teasing that will just lengthen this push and pull. This was supposed to be a one and done, right? A checkmark for this "game" they're supposed to play. That thought crossing his mind has him shifting more insistently, hand finally leaving Leona's hair to land on his knee as he moves in for another kiss.]
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[ because if anyone's going to bleed it feels like he's the one at risk. he might chomp down on vil later, but that's more of a consequence of what they'll be doing. at least--- that's what he assumes. why else would vil present his entire naked body like that? all it does is serve to encourage leona to take risks. ones that he'd never go for back at night raven college.
he greedily takes that kiss, knowing it'll be a way to distract vil from leona's true goal: his hand now making that move towards the other's crotch, fingers wrapping around vil's dick. ]
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He doesn't reciprocate evenly, squeezing Leona's knee in much the same way he had gripped his thigh. It proves to be leverage to bring his other hand up to Leona's shoulder, as if it's a more appealing resting place than the bed as he moves closer. Would the lion prince be motivated to do more? It's a daring touch already, but a touch wasn't a handjob.]
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he could never be accused of not putting in a tremendous amount of work in when he was younger, so much so that he's roughened up his skin. perhaps permanently. ]
Not havin' fun yet? I could make this much worse for ya.