[ Something about that makes his heart race and maybe there's some sort of anxiety there too. Mostly because he's not sure if this changes things though his eyes do close when he feels Leona's lips against the back of his neck again. ]
[ His hair is up in his dorm uniform style so when Leona pulls down his collar it's a clear view of his mark.
Vil can't see it but he knows every time it's ached, he's thought of him, and he's not sure how he feels about that. There's a full ache in his heart, because as much as he wants to continue to doubt him, and suspect malicious intent, he knows he can't entirely, even if he can't rule it out. ]
... then answer me this. Why am I yours? We've been attracted, yes. But if this means more, you need to use your tongue and say so. I'm not a beastman and don't know what you want out of this from me.
[ Even if Leona can likely smell that even through his anxiety- he's happy about this. ]
[ What is he doing?? Messing with him?? Trying to embarrass him— but if he wanted that, he'd do it where everyone could see, except a lot of the beastmen are being strange so is he scenting him?
All his thoughts grow scrambled when he's bitten, the sensation suddenly going all the way down through his body and he hates how he loves how weak-kneed it makes him. He ends up sinking a little against Leona without thinking, still a bit agitated. ]
[ His ears are red now too, and while he still don't know what he means for them, it's... something quite telling and he's not sure how to really take it.
He turns around, then, looking at him firmly. ]
I can protect myself just fine. Do you think these spudlings have anything over me?
[ But it's not said with much bite either. Rather... he isn't rejecting it, looking into his eyes. ]
Long enough to have you make up for the practice you missed. You're not going to let Professor Crewel's effort go to waste.
[ They have a fairy fashion show to worry about. But, he tilts his head a bit, as though letting him explore, his own lips brushing against the side of his neck. ]
[ He's not one for being too careful, so he's quick to push Vil against the bed in his room, reaching down to loosen his trousers before making him sit. Leona has other plans in mind, other than whatever Vil came here for of course.
It gives them some space to figure out what they mean with all of these claims, and Leona enough time to push back any thoughts of just being hurt again.]
[ He blinks in surprise- he showed up in his dorm uniform, so you know. He's all prettily dressed up in his robes though yes it does have pants underneath. ]
[ It's fine because that outfit looks good on him. He shuffles his trousers down to a point where he can palm Vil through his underwear. Yes, Leona is absolutely kneeling on the ground in front of Vil, nearly between his legs. ]
Just relax, I'm takin' care of you.
[ It's said with little to no malice. Though with enough command that he would like Vil to stay seated. ]
[ Ah, fuck. He covers his mouth with his hand when he's palmed, though he can't help but fluster at the sight of Leona kneeling in front of him. If he wasn't already getting excited, he'd have made some remark about how he's behaving as a Queen deserves. ]
[ Oh Seven, he quickly bites down on the back of his own hand to muffle his voice, because he's never... actually had someone suck him off?! He looks a bit confused and alarmed, but also pretty damn excited. ]
Leona... you don't have...
[ Shit, Leona's going to be able to tell how worked up he is. Not that it wasn't obvious, but! ]
You do know that I can smell changes in your emotion, yeah?
[ He gathers Vil probably came here to find out what the bite meant, and also t scold him for skipping practice. There are subtle shifts in his scent the more he played with his neck, and the more he stayed in his space.
Leona can gather that Vil was partially excited before even coming here.
His lips drop to his cock again, acting like he's sucked dick before (he hasn't). He's going to drag his lips down, swallowing against him. ]
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[ THE QUEENIE GOT MARKED.
He chuffs a laugh, dropping his lips over the mark again.]
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[ Something about that makes his heart race and maybe there's some sort of anxiety there too. Mostly because he's not sure if this changes things though his eyes do close when he feels Leona's lips against the back of his neck again. ]
... are you suggesting we're in a relationship?
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I just knew I wanted you to have my marks on you.
[ Not even Leona is knowledgeable in more mortal relationships.
He wanted Vil.
He has Vil.
He gently tugs the back of the shirt down, not enough to damage the fabric since he is being somewhat mindful today.]
It looks good on your pale skin.
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Vil can't see it but he knows every time it's ached, he's thought of him, and he's not sure how he feels about that. There's a full ache in his heart, because as much as he wants to continue to doubt him, and suspect malicious intent, he knows he can't entirely, even if he can't rule it out. ]
... then answer me this. Why am I yours? We've been attracted, yes. But if this means more, you need to use your tongue and say so. I'm not a beastman and don't know what you want out of this from me.
[ Even if Leona can likely smell that even through his anxiety- he's happy about this. ]
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[ He is embarrassed to admit it, stubborn to admit it even. He huffs again, pressing a kiss to the mark.
He wanted Vil, he got Vil.
Leona doesn’t know how to word it! So what does he do? He just sinks his teeth into the mark again.]
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[ What is he doing?? Messing with him?? Trying to embarrass him— but if he wanted that, he'd do it where everyone could see, except a lot of the beastmen are being strange so is he scenting him?
All his thoughts grow scrambled when he's bitten, the sensation suddenly going all the way down through his body and he hates how he loves how weak-kneed it makes him. He ends up sinking a little against Leona without thinking, still a bit agitated. ]
Damn it...
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He laps at the bite again. Cleaning it up.]
I am making you as mine because you are mine. It is very simple.
Other Beastmen won’t touch you. Consider it a mark of protection on my turf.
Mine.
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He turns around, then, looking at him firmly. ]
I can protect myself just fine. Do you think these spudlings have anything over me?
[ But it's not said with much bite either. Rather... he isn't rejecting it, looking into his eyes. ]
You're absolutely impossible, Leona Kingscholar.
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But he thought he didn’t care.
Maybe he cares.]
Thought you liked a challenge, Schoenheit?
[He huffs, resting his head on Vil’s shoulder. ]
You piss me off, still.
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[ Exasperated. But when Leona brings his head close like that, he lifts a hand to touch the back of his head, by the base of his ears. ]
You're infuriating at the best of times.
[ But he keeps him there. ]
What happens now?
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[ He sighs slowly. Letting himself rest against Vil for a moment. As long as the room is enchanted…]
I didn’t think this far, y’know. Honestly thought you were fuckin’ with me.
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[ His fingers continue to move across the back of his head, against the cute ears... ]
We haven't exactly been the best company, have we?
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He laughs. Ears flicking gently. ]
I probably won’t ever be the best company.
But you like that, yeah? I find you so infuriating, so maddening.
[ He laps at the mark again, careful that be makes sure Vil’s shirt stays clean.]
It’d be too quiet without you runnin’ your mouth.
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Careful, Kingscholar. You almost sound like you enjoy it when I nag you.
[ His arm to his side goes to tug him in by the waist, unsure of how to feel about this. But he does lean in a bit. ]
Don't get too cocky. I may be letting you enjoy me now, but I can become just as poisonous if you toy with my feelings.
[ This is the softest they've ever been... it's a little unsettling. And he doesn't hate it at all. ]
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How long are you staying today, hm?
[ It’s a low drawl again, enticing him.]
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[ They have a fairy fashion show to worry about. But, he tilts his head a bit, as though letting him explore, his own lips brushing against the side of his neck. ]
Do it well and I may even reward you.
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His attention on Vil’s neck doesn’t cease. ]
Then stay here long enough for that.
I’ve other things in mind.
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[ Still gently scritching the base of his ears!! ]
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[ He's not one for being too careful, so he's quick to push Vil against the bed in his room, reaching down to loosen his trousers before making him sit. Leona has other plans in mind, other than whatever Vil came here for of course.
It gives them some space to figure out what they mean with all of these claims, and Leona enough time to push back any thoughts of just being hurt again.]
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[ He blinks in surprise- he showed up in his dorm uniform, so you know. He's all prettily dressed up in his robes though yes it does have pants underneath. ]
- Leona, what...?!
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Just relax, I'm takin' care of you.
[ It's said with little to no malice. Though with enough command that he would like Vil to stay seated. ]
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[ Ah, fuck. He covers his mouth with his hand when he's palmed, though he can't help but fluster at the sight of Leona kneeling in front of him. If he wasn't already getting excited, he'd have made some remark about how he's behaving as a Queen deserves. ]
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Don't start bitchin'.
[ He tugs his cock out, leaning over to put his mouth over the head. ]
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[ Oh Seven, he quickly bites down on the back of his own hand to muffle his voice, because he's never... actually had someone suck him off?! He looks a bit confused and alarmed, but also pretty damn excited. ]
Leona... you don't have...
[ Shit, Leona's going to be able to tell how worked up he is. Not that it wasn't obvious, but! ]
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[ He gathers Vil probably came here to find out what the bite meant, and also t scold him for skipping practice. There are subtle shifts in his scent the more he played with his neck, and the more he stayed in his space.
Leona can gather that Vil was partially excited before even coming here.
His lips drop to his cock again, acting like he's sucked dick before (he hasn't). He's going to drag his lips down, swallowing against him. ]
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