im being rude.

[thelionspurr]

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[thelionspurr]

[He purrs, but it’s mostly out of being amused. Incredibly amused. He shoves his head onto Vil’s shoulder, laughing low and under his breath. ]

Do you even deserve my best?

[ He shoves his hand into Vil’s night clothes, rubbing a little firmer now.]

[poisonista]

[ Damn. The way he laughs makes his entire body feel worked up and he has to bite back a curse, and in response to his action, he also pushes his hand into Leona's trousers and takes a hold of his cock.

His breath catches as he strokes him, suddenly becoming all too aware that his length is not what he'd assumed, and he tries to keep his breaths in check. ]

I deserve as best as I've worked for—

[ Ugh. He's already so aroused... ]

- and deserve no less. Though— a prince could hardly satisfy a Queen.

[thelionspurr]

Your body says a different story, Schoenheit.

[ He is going to push Vil’s buttons the best he can. Whispering that last bit into his ear, grinning and catching Vil’s ear between his teeth for a moment.

He’s capable of so much more. ]

I should be asking if this is all that you are capable of?

[poisonista]

[ He has to bite back a gasp before it fully releases, hating how good that nip on his ear feels. He ends up arching forward against Leona's chest, and in response, his own thumb swipes across his tip and squeezes as he strokes him back.

His head turns and since Leona's ear is in view, he moves his own lips close to it and whispers— ]

Wouldn't you like to know, Leona.

[ He purrs the name before he opens his mouth and runs his tongue across the edge of his furry little lion ear, giving him a swipe and squeeze over his cock at the same time. ]

[thelionspurr]

[His own body shudders. The combination of his ear being messed with and his cock at the same time is maddening. He hates to mentally admit that Vil’s hand is the best hand he’s had on his cock for a while.

He would sooner die before admitting that.

His hands are a bit rougher, and a bit larger, wrapping full around Vil’s cock and pumping. Thumb mirroring the others movements over the head. ]

Shame if all you can do is talk.

[poisonista]

You're saying a lot yourself, with those breaths.

[ Vil is enjoying the way Leona sounds right now, and the texture of his hand feels so rough against his own arousal—

But he does push his body up against it, rolling his waist into his touch and the soft brush of Leona's ear against his mouth making it so much more tempting to bite it again.

He can't lose though. Even if he's enjoying this. ]

Had enough yet...?


[ Whispered, as he picks up his own pace in stroking him— his hand definitely working in a way that knows how to stimulate him. ]

[thelionspurr]

Like hell I’m going to back down.

[Not when they have come this far. He growls under his breath and presses his teeth into Vil’s shoulder. If there wasn’t a shirt there, Leona would have long left marks.

His hand picks up the pace, lips curling into a shit eating grin. ]

Relax, you can just keep enjoying it, since I know that you are.

[poisonista]

How kind of you, your highness. you're forgetting I'm not your subject and you can't tell me what I should do— nnh!


[ Oh that was one erotic sounding gasp that instantly makes him go red after that bite. ]

— h-hey! Don't bite! If you leave marks where they can be seen—

[ Seven, that made his toes curl and he grips Leona's cock to stroke faster now, teasing the pad of his thumb across his tip. ]

Insufferable....!

[thelionspurr]

Oh, I can't? I believe I am rude enough to order you around anyways, don'tcha think?

[ Those noises from Vil are intoxicating. He's going to try hard to get another one, hand working and pumping. His teeth sinking into the clothed shoulder again. Clearly enough to be felt, but strangely respectful enough to not leave a mark. Vil better not bring this up.

He purrs again, growls and huffs leaving his lips. Much like he's making his own erotic noises. ]

Right back at you.

[poisonista]

[ Oh no, he's purring... the bite is enough to get another protesting, yet sensual sound out of him, and he can already feel himself beginning to drip precome as he squeezes Leona now to make him breathless. ]

Just... finish already... I'm not.. going to... before you...

[thelionspurr]

And I won't, before you. You hear me?

[ He's not even sure how it got this far. But it's fine. He arches his back, still huffing and puffing and dripping precome onto Vil's fingers. It's clear that Vil is in fact doing a good job. ]

[poisonista]

[ He's holding on— thanks to all the discipline training and yoga that he does. He can feel Leona's excitement and his own is likely more than obvious.

Now his breaths are spilling against his ear as he can feel himself grow more aware of how Leona smells and sounds— how his rough hand and his teeth feel against him, and his strong body—

Seven, he's close, but he refuses to give in. ]

I won't.. give you that pleasure...

[ Of winning over him. And he presses across Leona's tip, smearing the precome across it but enough to edge as well. ]

Beg me, and I'll consider it.

[thelionspurr]

[ And he's holding on out of pure spite, at the moment. He doesn't want to come before Vil. He does have a sly tactic up his sleeve. Vil is incredibly hard right now, and probably wants to get off.

Leona stops pleasuring him, leaving his hand still. ]

You will be the one begging, Schoenheit. I can see it on your face.

[poisonista]

[ And at the very same time, he tightens his grip, trembling a bit but being just as much of a pain as Leona wants to be. He wants him to gasp. ]

A Queen never begs.

[ Whispered against his ear now and with a little bite to the edge of it. ]

Don't think you've won yet...


[ He is trembling though, and breathing a hot breath against his ear. ]

Not when you're shaking like a leaf, yourself.

[thelionspurr]

[ His breath is hot and heavy (and thankfully fresh). Out of frustrating he starts pumping again, out of nowhere. Rough and paced and intent on making Vil spill before him.

He hasn't much of a window left, his own cock ready to explode.

He laughs under his breath, tilting his head to catch Vil's lips. One surefire way to get him worked up and annoyed more would be to kiss him, right? ]

[poisonista]

[ He is definitely not expecting the kiss and he's too surprised when it happens to even think about pulling away. Especially when Leona's hand returns to what he's doing and it makes his body tremble—

Damnit, damnit, he can't hold back much longer now, but his mouth is locked with his and he's moaning a muffled sound into Leona's—

He immediately moves his own hand down to his base to squeeze him as he pumps him faster and feels his own cock trembling under his touch. So close— he's so terribly close!! ]

Mhhh—!

[thelionspurr]

[ It's not perfect, and that is what Leona likes about this kiss with Vil. He turns his lips up into a grin while they're still locked in a kiss. As soon as he can feel Vil spilling over, his own cock spills over as well.

There is something of a primal growl, low in his chest when he does spill over. He had only planned on fucking with Vil so this turn of events was slightly unexpected. ]

--!! Hhh!

[poisonista]

[ He can feel that grin and it annoys him through the kiss, but before he can protest it, he ends up spilling — but he is relieved to feel Leona release at the same time, body shuddering like it's been snapped like a thread, and he tugs his face away, gasping as he pushes his face into the side of his shoulder, trembling as he comes over his fingers.

His own are now covered in Leona's come and, ugh, his pants... ]

Insufferable... prince... made a mess...

[thelionspurr]

[ He is far too pleased with himself, playing it off like he didn't also just come all over Vil's hand and in his pants. He chuckles, and it's low and directly in Vil's ear. Once he pulls his hand out of the other's pants he just stays right where he is.

His excuse is that the effort expended was far too much for him to consider moving now. ]

Loud-mouthed Queen.

[poisonista]

[ He has half a mind to slap his come-covered hand across Leona's face but he's too dignified to do that. Thought that counts and all.

When he's composed himself, he pulls his hand out of his pants and— grabs Leona's arm to tug him off the bed. ]

Move and wash yourself. You are not sleeping without cleaning that mess on you.


[ Yes he's embarrassed but this is the only way he knows how to pretend he didn't love that! ]

[thelionspurr]

[ Sitting up is an entire drag right now. He doesn't want to move. But supposes Vil might not actually shut up until he does. So he rises from the bed and huffs. He's not listening to Vil, he's doing this of his own accord.

Once he does get washed up and come back to bed he's not even bothered to brush his hair back out or anything. Just laying in the exact same spot as before. ]

Lay here and shut up.

[poisonista]

[ Grumpy!! He's just going to wash up and have to clean off his pants before coming back to the bed. This jerk.

His body is still abuzz with the excitement of what they did, but he quickly turns and lays down, stuffing himself under the blanket and keeping his back to Leona.

What a weird night this turned out to be... ]

< garden encounters >

[thelionspurr]

[ After their...strange field trip encounter. Being back at the school is refreshing. He can nap in peace and only run into Vil at housewarden meetings. Neither of them speak of the instance that came betwixt the both of them and perhaps that was for the better?

Whatever, today Leona has chosen his napping spot as the garden, near plants and herbs that people WOULD commonly come here to gather.

His ear will flick at any footsteps, he knows Ruggie's by now...and a few select others. ]

[poisonista]

[ If there's one thing he's exceptionally good at, it's making it seem like there is absolutely nothing wrong at all with him. If even Rook, who watches him more closely than anyone, can't tell anything is off, then he must be doing a good job of it.

It's been some weeks since that trip, and he definitely hasn't wanted to think about it. But at least coming to the botanical garden gives him something of a distraction, and since he's not a beastman, it's not like he can tell by scent that someone is here. No one should be at this time, anyway.

He's just going to busy himself with gathering some flowers he needs and humming to himself. ]

[thelionspurr]

[ He doesn't need to see him, or smell him. The very tune Vil is humming could be heard by anyone with ears. Footsteps, and the voice itself dictate who has trampled onto his sleeping grounds...yet again.

He opens one eye and watches the gathering for now, any closer and Leona is liable to be stepped on, or completely disturbed.

He wonders, briefly, if Vil always hums to himself when he is alone. ]