[ It keeps Vil happy, and perhaps he could suffer to lose one morning of sleep if it meant that Vil wasn't using that terribly sad face on him. He returns the affections and hugs easily.
He smiles into Vil's hair, while Vil isn't looking at him. Though that doesn't stop him from feeling the quirk in his lips. ]
I would like it if ya did things to relax. Yer...skin would suffer if ya frowned too much.
[ THIS MUST BE A DREAM, BECAUSE LEONA IS LEARNING. ]
Mention this to anyone and I'll deny it real fast, got it?
[ That is his truth and he is sticking to it. He smiles at him and helps him steady himself with the straddle. They probably have some time before the room service is brought up.
So he leans his head into those touches and purrs his response. ]
Think I'd like that, my queen.
[ Vil had best enjoy Leona while he is in this good of a mood. ]
[ Maybe he will. He'll take that invitation to lean down and capture Leona's mouth with his own- though he isn't moving to undress him just yet. He might not, actually.
Exciting each other with their clothes on just means they can shower together after, and get into the mood even better.
His lower body presses down against Leona's, teasing his groin with slow movements of his waist through their clothing, and he breaks the kiss to bite playfully along his neck. It may not be as rough as the bites Leona likes, but he knows how to! ]
I'm keeping us dressed. We don't know when our meal will be here, after all...
[ He accepts that invitation easily, moving his mouth and tongue with Vil's until he is ready to pull away.
He doesn't buck the idea of having their clothes on, but that is going to be a mess. Not the he minds the mess. He's just assuming Vil might not like that mess in his clothes. He won't make mention of it, for now at least.
He shifts his hips against Vil's easily and rests his hands on his waist. ]
...guess we don't, huh?
[ He tilts his head just slightly. Allowing for biting room. ]
[ Vil's in clothes he's going to take off and he has dark pants on like Leona's, they're fine.
At the invitation, he bites a mark into his skin, enjoying how taut and firm it feels before sucking it and kissing under his jaw. The mark's quite visible, and his hands move under Leona's head. ]
Guess we don't. But this- will make it clear you're mine.
[ He rolls his own lower body against his, breath shivering as he moves his kisses across Leona's throat, the stimulation through their clothing feeling really good. ]
[ And then he realizes what must really be going on here. He groans a little, in a good way of course. He just laughs it off, making sure to keep up the sweet friction between them. ]
S'like this, okay? When we fuck someone, we're matin' with em'. You followin'?
[ Regardless on if he is following or not, Leona keeps the friction between them. Groaning happily at the feeling. He definitely wanted this tonight. ]
S'called a "heat" or a "rut". Only really happens with bonded pairs.
[ Leona is very quickly realizing.........what he just said.......... ]
[ Wait. So he triggered this for Leona? Leona's body thinks they're reproductive mates? Has he screwed up the second prince of Sunset Savanna and made him incapable of mating with someone else? ]
... L-Leona, you... don't lions have many mates? [ He knows that much. ] I know wolves mate for life, but... this isn't... going to cause you problems later, will it?
[ He's trying to think properly even though he's getting worked up here and Leona's body feels so good beneath his! ]
We can have many mates, yeah. But sometimes a lion can have a "main mate" and mates they consider "lower" or somethin' like that. S'like a hierarchy of mates. Though...
[ The truth of the matter is that the lionesses are the ones who run the show on mating. ]
... ya kinda remind of a lioness like this, an' they are the ones who run matin' and shit. Matriarchal society or whatever.
[ Hearing that is making his heart race. Him, a lioness... He's trying not to think of the idea that he might have something more with Leona. They're still in third year, and Leona is- well, he's been repeating his grade, too...
Eventually they'll have to part ways, won't they? That thought makes him touch Leona's hair, before-
He just leans in to kiss him deeply- it's not full of urgency, but it is slow and passionate, savoring his mouth and the feel of his warmth, as though afraid he will lose it, before breaking it. ]
... perhaps I've a lioness in me. I do consider myself as a Queen, after all... it would be unbecoming if I didn't pick a fitting King.
[ He seems to be drifting from the subject of mates, not wanting to go into a serious conversation about it right now. Leona and him are here, and Leona's body wants his...
[ Reality states that logically they would have to part ways eventually. But Leona doesn't really like to think of that stuff. Leona likes to think of things like the right now. The here, the now. He doesn't really want to expend the energy to think about the what ifs and the future. Not in the heat of things.
His ears lift at Vil's request, which isn't what he would have expected, honestly. So he just chuffs out, fondly at that. ]
I'll be whatever ya want me to be.
[ If he can't be King at home, he could at least be King here. Be King of Vil's heart anyways, and Dormhead of Savannaclaw. It's where he feels the most needed at any rate. He closes his eyes and returns the kisses, languid and not at all in a hurry. They could take their time here if they wanted. ]
[ They could- at least until their food gets here anyway. They're here now, on a break, with each other. He doesn't want to think of obligation and responsibilities.
He just wants to pretend for a little while, before they go back to being students and before he is once again supermodel Vil Schoenheit who will one day graduate and leave this place. Before Leona is a prince again who doesn't want to return home.
And he leans his head down, body continuing to press against his and fitting between his legs- and their lips meeting again and again.
Right here and now, Leona can belong to Vil... and Vil can be his. Before they have to put everything else before each other. And he won't lose a single moment, until they have to part. ]
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He smiles into Vil's hair, while Vil isn't looking at him. Though that doesn't stop him from feeling the quirk in his lips. ]
I would like it if ya did things to relax. Yer...skin would suffer if ya frowned too much.
[ THIS MUST BE A DREAM, BECAUSE LEONA IS LEARNING. ]
Mention this to anyone and I'll deny it real fast, got it?
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But he does chuckle at his words, lifting his face to kiss his jaw and look at him. ]
Why would I tell? I want to keep this side of you to myself.
[ He can be selfish! His hand moves down to play over the buttons on Leona's shirt. ]
... you sound like you want to look at me for a while to come.
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He lifts a brow, Vil would keep him all to himself.
He watches that hand, lips turning up into a grin. ]
I want to look at you for a very long time. I would love to look at you tonight, like this.
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[ He lifts himself up on an arm, sliding a hand to Leona's hair and straddling his waist. ]
Can't say I've enjoyed you all that often when you're this relaxed.
[ His hand strokes down over the side of his neck, watching him. ]
Care to work up an appetite, my prince?
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[ That is his truth and he is sticking to it. He smiles at him and helps him steady himself with the straddle. They probably have some time before the room service is brought up.
So he leans his head into those touches and purrs his response. ]
Think I'd like that, my queen.
[ Vil had best enjoy Leona while he is in this good of a mood. ]
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Exciting each other with their clothes on just means they can shower together after, and get into the mood even better.
His lower body presses down against Leona's, teasing his groin with slow movements of his waist through their clothing, and he breaks the kiss to bite playfully along his neck. It may not be as rough as the bites Leona likes, but he knows how to! ]
I'm keeping us dressed. We don't know when our meal will be here, after all...
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He doesn't buck the idea of having their clothes on, but that is going to be a mess. Not the he minds the mess. He's just assuming Vil might not like that mess in his clothes. He won't make mention of it, for now at least.
He shifts his hips against Vil's easily and rests his hands on his waist. ]
...guess we don't, huh?
[ He tilts his head just slightly. Allowing for biting room. ]
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At the invitation, he bites a mark into his skin, enjoying how taut and firm it feels before sucking it and kissing under his jaw. The mark's quite visible, and his hands move under Leona's head. ]
Guess we don't. But this- will make it clear you're mine.
[ He rolls his own lower body against his, breath shivering as he moves his kisses across Leona's throat, the stimulation through their clothing feeling really good. ]
... you're warmer than usual today.
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He just chuffs a laugh, hands tight on his waist while they move together. ]
Thought that was already clear. Need more claim?
[ He did notice he was feeling warmer today... ]
S'probably just cuz we're doin' stuff like this.
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[ He continues to steal kisses, enjoying the gentle stimulation between their bodies like this. ]
... no, it's... it's like you've a fever, but you're not feeling sick, are you?
[ Though he has been sleeping a lot, and he's barely moved, which- alright, is normal, but he's purring too. He can feel the rumbling. ]
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[ And then he realizes what must really be going on here. He groans a little, in a good way of course. He just laughs it off, making sure to keep up the sweet friction between them. ]
Nah, 'm not h-hah, sick.
[ How does he explain.....how..... ]
'S another beastman thing.
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[ He'll look him over- he does seem fine. Kind of like how he looks when he's actually attended flight class or worked out.
He'll make sure with his touch first, at least. And lucky Leona, he's not getting off him just yet so they can stay pressed close together. ]
... what's going on?
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[ Regardless on if he is following or not, Leona keeps the friction between them. Groaning happily at the feeling. He definitely wanted this tonight. ]
S'called a "heat" or a "rut". Only really happens with bonded pairs.
[ Leona is very quickly realizing.........what he just said.......... ]
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[ Wait. So he triggered this for Leona? Leona's body thinks they're reproductive mates? Has he screwed up the second prince of Sunset Savanna and made him incapable of mating with someone else? ]
... L-Leona, you... don't lions have many mates? [ He knows that much. ] I know wolves mate for life, but... this isn't... going to cause you problems later, will it?
[ He's trying to think properly even though he's getting worked up here and Leona's body feels so good beneath his! ]
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[ The truth of the matter is that the lionesses are the ones who run the show on mating. ]
... ya kinda remind of a lioness like this, an' they are the ones who run matin' and shit. Matriarchal society or whatever.
I NEVER GOT THIS TAG HOLY SHIT??
Eventually they'll have to part ways, won't they? That thought makes him touch Leona's hair, before-
He just leans in to kiss him deeply- it's not full of urgency, but it is slow and passionate, savoring his mouth and the feel of his warmth, as though afraid he will lose it, before breaking it. ]
... perhaps I've a lioness in me. I do consider myself as a Queen, after all... it would be unbecoming if I didn't pick a fitting King.
[ He seems to be drifting from the subject of mates, not wanting to go into a serious conversation about it right now. Leona and him are here, and Leona's body wants his...
He moves his thumb over his lower lip. ]
I want you to be my King.
FOR SHAME
His ears lift at Vil's request, which isn't what he would have expected, honestly. So he just chuffs out, fondly at that. ]
I'll be whatever ya want me to be.
[ If he can't be King at home, he could at least be King here. Be King of Vil's heart anyways, and Dormhead of Savannaclaw. It's where he feels the most needed at any rate. He closes his eyes and returns the kisses, languid and not at all in a hurry. They could take their time here if they wanted. ]
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He just wants to pretend for a little while, before they go back to being students and before he is once again supermodel Vil Schoenheit who will one day graduate and leave this place. Before Leona is a prince again who doesn't want to return home.
And he leans his head down, body continuing to press against his and fitting between his legs- and their lips meeting again and again.
Right here and now, Leona can belong to Vil... and Vil can be his. Before they have to put everything else before each other. And he won't lose a single moment, until they have to part. ]