[ wow. stop judging him and his efforts! he actually did something in preparation, even if it took seconds and not even a full minute? vil should be proud that the lazy prince bothered to get the door in the first place and not just. call him in. ]
You're actin' like this is gonna be a chore or somethin'.
[ he sits up and rolls onto his side, elbow on the mattress and hand propping his head up with his palm cradling his chin. ]
Ya never thought 'bout what it'd be like sleepin' with me?
I don't typically spend my time thinking about whose bones I'd like to jump, Leona.
[Vil looks displeased by how Leona refers to his attitude, but it doesn't stop him from dropping his other boot to the floor and then beginning to unbutton his shirt.]
What were you expecting? Did you think I was going to saunter into your room, give you a show, and then crawl into bed?
Nah. I thought we'd be doin' a little less talkin', though.
[ it's the truth. his eyes watch the very slow and markedly not-so-sexy 'show' he's getting. then again, it's business in a way. vil knows business pretty damn well. definitely would trust him over azul. ]
But I could've just grabbed ya and slammed you into the mattress if that's what you were hopin' for.
[Vil scoffs at Leona's offer, tossing his hair back as he shrugs off his unbuttoned shirt and turns just enough to drape it over the back of the chair.]
You, making a modicum of effort for something you know is coming your way? I was fully expecting to have to yank those pants off of you.
[He doesn't remain seated for long following his comment, rising to remove his pants and underwear. His pace is unhurried and not showy, confidence clear as he drapes the rest of his clothes and then sits at the foot of Leona's bed.]
But if you don't want to talk, we don't have to talk.
[ well, it wouldn't be the first time someone's had to do it, but it hits differently when it's vil schoenheit. much like anything the other does, it gets one's attention--- and leona's attention is all on the other housewarden. that he's throbbing already, growing hard, and there's nothing left for him to do other than sit up fully. ]
Gonna be hard when your mouth is occupied.
[ but with what? first, it'll be his tongue. that's where it should start. that he places a hand in between vil's thighs first before leaning in and capturing those lips for his own. he's going to take that kiss before vil can do anything otherwise. it's his now. ]
[Vil resists the urge to squirm as Leona closes the distance, a shiver shooting through him as warm fingers brush against his inner thighs. He supposes he should be relieved Leona didn't immediately wrap his hand around his cock, seeing as he's sure he would immediately, reflexively, swat at his hand. Those attacking lips earn the majority of his attention though, as he steadies himself on the bed with one hand while the other climbs up to Leona's hair, anchoring in his long hair while he gradually eases up enough to let his lips part.
This damn man. This whole damn situation. Maybe he would have contemplated going to bed with Leona without this entire cosmic kidnapping. Things he would never find out now.
But whatever. He flexes his fingers to get them closer to Leona's scalp, intending to keep him from pulling away as their lips tangle together.]
[ there's no resistance. in fact, he's almost surprised by how vil hangs onto him as they lean back into the mattress? but the reality is that there's no way leona will want to pull back. no, he'll only do so when they're both out of breath. flushed. and with vil's arm keeping them from going completely back on the mattress... it means he can put a little more weight into it.
that he uses his tongue as soon as he feels the opening, and he's not timid in trying to capture vil's tongue with his own. touching their tips. dragging it along the underside. the beastman's eyes half-lidded, fluttering as he savours the experience.
it means more that he's doing this to vil. it's more than just personal pleasure he's feeling. ]
[Vil tries to keep a balance, fingers curling into the sheets to ground him while clutching Leona's hair with the thought that he might yank it or scratch at his scalp if he does anything unpleasant. The plan doesn't work particularly well for long, not with Leona laving at his tongue and looking while he kisses him. It feels like a standoff in multiple ways -- who will let up first, who will look away first.
If he could voice his discontent without pulling away, he would. As it is, he retracts his tongue enough to instead nip at Leona's lower lip, shifting on the sheets to better close the distance between their bodies. A little bit of a tug of war, even if the end result seems obvious.]
[ nice of vil to be the first one to involve teeth--- that his eyebrows quirk and his ears perk--- and he makes a soft noise of appreciation while doing his best to keep himself under control. he may be a beastman but he's not a beast of a man. there's still plenty of reasons to be a cautious and steady lover.
for example, he is pretty sure vil is in a more advantageous position if he needs to kick leona's ass. so... why not preempt him by giving vil's thigh a squeeze? let his fingers dig into the skin there. grope inward and then spread his hand out. see if vil will be the first to recoil. because it sure as hell won't be leona--- unprompted, anyway. ]
[If Vil had been able to spot Leona's ears, he would have smirked into the kiss and felt more motivated to press forward. But he doesn't do much more than nip once at Leona's lip, keeping to much more basic, if firm, touch. While he's had experience on this front, there hasn't been anything raucous or passionate about his previous encounters, which he feels will stand in contrast with the older housewarden.
Why he has that expectation despite his comments about Leona's laziness is anyone's guess. Perhaps it's the knowledge that he can put in effort, that he can be active on the Spelldrive field, that keeps him from utterly writing off the prince. If he really was just a pretty face, Vil wouldn't be so annoyed with him.
His thighs shift and tense when Leona's fingers dig into the unmarred skin there, both distracting him from and making him aggravatingly aware of his growing arousal. Vil makes a plaintive grumble against his partner's lips, brows knitting together as he tugs at dark brown tresses.]
What are you doing?
[It's not a pretty sound, muffled against Leona's skin. And, despite the watery glare he manages, he doesn't swat away the offending hand.]
[ 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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Date: 2024-02-10 06:15 am (UTC)You're actin' like this is gonna be a chore or somethin'.
[ he sits up and rolls onto his side, elbow on the mattress and hand propping his head up with his palm cradling his chin. ]
Ya never thought 'bout what it'd be like sleepin' with me?
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Date: 2024-02-11 09:56 am (UTC)[Vil looks displeased by how Leona refers to his attitude, but it doesn't stop him from dropping his other boot to the floor and then beginning to unbutton his shirt.]
What were you expecting? Did you think I was going to saunter into your room, give you a show, and then crawl into bed?
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Date: 2024-02-11 04:18 pm (UTC)[ it's the truth. his eyes watch the very slow and markedly not-so-sexy 'show' he's getting. then again, it's business in a way. vil knows business pretty damn well. definitely would trust him over azul. ]
But I could've just grabbed ya and slammed you into the mattress if that's what you were hopin' for.
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Date: 2024-02-11 05:00 pm (UTC)You, making a modicum of effort for something you know is coming your way? I was fully expecting to have to yank those pants off of you.
[He doesn't remain seated for long following his comment, rising to remove his pants and underwear. His pace is unhurried and not showy, confidence clear as he drapes the rest of his clothes and then sits at the foot of Leona's bed.]
But if you don't want to talk, we don't have to talk.
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Date: 2024-02-12 07:01 pm (UTC)Gonna be hard when your mouth is occupied.
[ but with what? first, it'll be his tongue. that's where it should start. that he places a hand in between vil's thighs first before leaning in and capturing those lips for his own. he's going to take that kiss before vil can do anything otherwise. it's his now. ]
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Date: 2024-02-13 01:17 am (UTC)This damn man. This whole damn situation. Maybe he would have contemplated going to bed with Leona without this entire cosmic kidnapping. Things he would never find out now.
But whatever. He flexes his fingers to get them closer to Leona's scalp, intending to keep him from pulling away as their lips tangle together.]
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Date: 2024-02-13 03:46 pm (UTC)that he uses his tongue as soon as he feels the opening, and he's not timid in trying to capture vil's tongue with his own. touching their tips. dragging it along the underside. the beastman's eyes half-lidded, fluttering as he savours the experience.
it means more that he's doing this to vil. it's more than just personal pleasure he's feeling. ]
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Date: 2024-02-16 02:34 am (UTC)If he could voice his discontent without pulling away, he would. As it is, he retracts his tongue enough to instead nip at Leona's lower lip, shifting on the sheets to better close the distance between their bodies. A little bit of a tug of war, even if the end result seems obvious.]
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Date: 2024-02-17 06:36 am (UTC)for example, he is pretty sure vil is in a more advantageous position if he needs to kick leona's ass. so... why not preempt him by giving vil's thigh a squeeze? let his fingers dig into the skin there. grope inward and then spread his hand out. see if vil will be the first to recoil. because it sure as hell won't be leona--- unprompted, anyway. ]
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Date: 2024-02-23 07:25 pm (UTC)Why he has that expectation despite his comments about Leona's laziness is anyone's guess. Perhaps it's the knowledge that he can put in effort, that he can be active on the Spelldrive field, that keeps him from utterly writing off the prince. If he really was just a pretty face, Vil wouldn't be so annoyed with him.
His thighs shift and tense when Leona's fingers dig into the unmarred skin there, both distracting him from and making him aggravatingly aware of his growing arousal. Vil makes a plaintive grumble against his partner's lips, brows knitting together as he tugs at dark brown tresses.]
What are you doing?
[It's not a pretty sound, muffled against Leona's skin. And, despite the watery glare he manages, he doesn't swat away the offending hand.]
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Date: 2024-02-24 09:42 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-02 04:26 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-03 05:40 am (UTC)[ 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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Date: 2024-03-05 08:36 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-07 01:27 am (UTC)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.