[ very much so! if he's going to swim and struggle, borderline drown, he rather do it in kleken's grasp than anywhere else. despite him being the one to deepen, invade that mouth in front of him that's never been anything but inviting, leona feels like he's the one who is barely wading in the water.
or maybe he's just... wishing to give himself up a little more and more, let himself float in kleken's presence. it's a comfort he wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
he reaches down, presses his fingers into the lower of kleken's back to press him further into himself. there's barely any space for anything else to linger between them, which means he can slip one leg in between the other's and make sure there's truly nothing keeping them apart. ]
[ He gives a soft sigh of pleasure into Leona's mouth at the pressure between his legs, shameless in shifting his hips against it and taking that bit of pleasure the other man offers him. He's a bit past the point of trying to perfectly maintain his composure around the man; their mutual descent into hedonism around each other has oddly meant that Kleken can be more honest in fulfilling his own desires. Letting himself indulge in sensations for himself instead of keeping all attention on his partner with laser focus. ]
[ That indulging in his own pleasure would equate to a sign of trust is probably a strange show of their relationship to one another, but Kleken wouldn't trade it for anything. ]
Mm, you-
[ Just because Kleken's hands and body are preoccupied with getting as close to Leona as he can doesn't mean his tentacles can't multitask. They start to seek out those familiar sweet and sensitive spots across Leona's sides, the parts of him they can reach without having to squirm between Kleken and Leona anyway. ]
[ the more honest they are with each other, the better it feels. that there is a time for pretenses and curated appearances and then there's what kleken and leona have developed after many experiences together... that the tentacles are trusted to do what they wish while he continues to kiss the man. that he carefully grinds up with his knee, pressing against kleken's thighs and crotch with careful precision.
a shiver runs up his spine, extending all the way down to his tail as those tentacles find places that draw out sparks of pleasure. ]
Me?
[ it's a familiar dance, one that he's more than happy to perform with kleken. ]
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Date: 2026-05-17 02:34 pm (UTC)or maybe he's just... wishing to give himself up a little more and more, let himself float in kleken's presence. it's a comfort he wouldn't trade for anything in the world.
he reaches down, presses his fingers into the lower of kleken's back to press him further into himself. there's barely any space for anything else to linger between them, which means he can slip one leg in between the other's and make sure there's truly nothing keeping them apart. ]
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Date: 2026-05-19 08:43 am (UTC)[ That indulging in his own pleasure would equate to a sign of trust is probably a strange show of their relationship to one another, but Kleken wouldn't trade it for anything. ]
Mm, you-
[ Just because Kleken's hands and body are preoccupied with getting as close to Leona as he can doesn't mean his tentacles can't multitask. They start to seek out those familiar sweet and sensitive spots across Leona's sides, the parts of him they can reach without having to squirm between Kleken and Leona anyway. ]
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Date: 2026-05-21 01:18 pm (UTC)a shiver runs up his spine, extending all the way down to his tail as those tentacles find places that draw out sparks of pleasure. ]
Me?
[ it's a familiar dance, one that he's more than happy to perform with kleken. ]