[ He frowns, but he can't really argue. Still, picking those flowers keeps him near him, they're scentless and pretty but ultimately only serve as a soft base to the tree and nothing more. He does reach out over Leona's head to pick the ones near it though, fingers brushing across the side of his ear. ]
... here I thought you knew that resting on them makes them more durable. The flowers help with making the ground by the tree comfortable. They're called shelter blossoms for a reason. Some will put them into pillows for better rest, because even the smallest amount can make it comfortable.
[ He's not sure why he tells him that, but. Maybe it's just a way to rile him up too? See some life from him? ]
If you're using them as your excuse, at least least be respectful for what they provide.
[ He's just kneeling beside him to gather them so when Leona sits up and he finds himself looking at him, he can't help but think of how handsome he is once more.
It's a brief moment of weakness, his hand over the small white cotton-like blossoms there, and distracted by this irritating but distracting lion prince. But he quickly looks aside and begins to pick up the ones from under Leona, to gather them separately, all too aware of Leona watching him.
[ He's just going to reach up and carefully pick them out of the dark strands of Leona's hair, that mane that always seems to be perfect despite how unruly it is.
He's so jealous.
His touch is light, though— he's taking care to pick them out without breaking any hair or hurting him. All the while he's more than aware of the deep rumbling sounds from Leona, too. ]
[Small simple motions like that are enough to make the biggest cats purr. He isn’t so complicated to deny someone picking flowers out of his hair feels somewhat nice.
He keeps his face turned away, Vil is still very close to him and still not letting him resume his depression nap. It’s rude. Vil is so rude. ]
[ He actually would leave, and was planning to after giving him a little provocation there. But excuse him, he's not taking the remark that he's not worth the effort sitting down-
But he blinks when Leona brings his face close and lifts an eyebrow, not moving his own away. ]
I've better things to miss. You just happened to be here while I was gathering.
[ He folds his arms. ]
Really, you should be grateful. Here I am being concerned for a fellow Housewarden. It's no skin off my back if you miss class, but it's my duty to ensure you're reminded of it.
How you wound me. Ask a guy if he’s purring and then leave like they’ve pissed on your entire day. How’d ya like if someone did that to you, huh?
[ He’s just being a little shit, for show, mostly. But he knows h started shit the last time, and he will absolutely do it again. So he leans in, closer still to Vil. Letting their lips brush.]
I am entirely gracious. Can’t you tell? What do you want me to do? Call you a good boy? Tell you how good you are? No one tell ya that back at Pomefiore?
[ But, he does compose himself enough to reach out and grab Leona's face by the chin, glaring at him. ]
Maybe you can start by stop thinking the worst. I thought your purring was pleasant, actually, and maybe I don't want to see you actually fail, you oaf.
[ He's trying to bite back his blush but- he does pull back continuing to hold Leona's face between his fingers. ]
And stop doing things you don't mean. You shouldn't kiss someone you don't actually care for.
[ Damnit. He wants to pull away, and he is more than certain he's being messed with, but.
He hates that the kiss feels even nicer with the purring, and his hand absently travels to the base of his neck, grabbing the collar of his uniform before he presses back with a kiss himself.
If that's how he's going to be, then he's going to make sure his kiss has more feeling than his own. Because while he won't say he cares, either, he isn't saying he doesn't. ]
[ He lets out a sigh into the kiss and doesn’t give up his hold on Vil for the time being. He truthfully was messing with him at some point in the conversation. But. He can allow himself a bit of space.
To make sure this doesn’t stay too soft, Leona starts biting at Vil. Trying to get his lips parted.]
[ This bratty lion! He does part his mouth open just to avoid being bitten too hard, but when he does, he pushes his tongue in against his to make Leona go weak in the knees.
And tugging him up just close enough to do it because of Leona saying he didn't know how to pleasure anyone- well, eat this then, Kingscholar. He's going to leave him breathless. ]
[ His hair!! He styled it so perfectly! He's about to protest, but his hands feel so good and his kiss is so pleasant that he can't really fight, instead biting down at his lower lip and tugging- not to hurt but to stimulate and he finds his own hands pushing into Leona's hair as he tugs him down.
Just pulling him over him like this as Vil ends up on his back, but keeping the kiss intense and not about to let Leona break free until he's breathless. Which they do get eventually, so he ends up looking at him with his eyes searching his. ]
...
[ He doesn't know what he wants. But he doesn't wait, this time tugging Leona right back in to kiss him once again, mouth parting to tease his tongue against his fangs. Telling him wordlessly he's not afraid of a lion. Or Leona.
[ Who cares about perfectly styled hair? It can be fixed again, and Leona is not in the market to lose against Mister Perfect.
He lands himself over Vil, again, poised perfectly on top of him. He won't find too much behind Leona's eyes. He's a master of hunting, a master of playing with his prey. Anything Vil sees is likely primal instinct, but not so much he loses himself that easily.
Vil makes it entirely too easy, however, to consider him an easy catch. ]
...!
[ Those unsearchable eyes do widen in surprise when Vil runs his tongue along his teeth. Now he chooses to be bold.
[ If Leona thinks he's an easy catch, he's sorely mistaken, and he will regret it if he underestimated him. Not that Vil exudes any sort of predator instinct at all, even if he is a threat of a different kind-
But he's no one's prey. He's a venomous blossom, and he has his own bite that he won't hesitate to use— and he does, biting down the inside of Leona's mouth followed by a lick and swipe of his tongue against his.
It's easy to tug Leona's body down the way a coiling plant can trap a person, and he lets them both feel the shape of their forms before breaking the kiss and looking at him with an unreadable gaze. ]
[ Who knows. All he does know is that he hasn't ever quite been kissed like this and it's fun— exciting and exhilarating, and his hands move across Leona's back, just above the base of his tail.
He doesn't touch it though, not yet, but his fingers do trace across near the base of his spine and he returns the kiss again, unsure of what Leona wants or why he's kissing him so much after he just said not to if he didn't care.
Unless... this is Leona saying he does care? Surely not... ]
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[He doesn’t quite understand why and how. Why Vil was concerning himself in his business like this.
He turns away. ]
One more warning, I feel generous today. Leave, or finish getting your clippings.
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[ Actually, he has no real reason. Damn it. ]
— you're sleeping on the flowers I need, so move. And don't tell me what to do. I'm not here for you.
[ He just wants those flowers growing at the tree base. Yeah. Absolutely not worried for Leona.
Never mind that those flowers aren't used in any potions at all, so unless Vil was adding them for decoration, they're pretty useless. ]
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[ There are plenty of flowers around him that are in reach. So he’s not sure why Vil would have the ones he has slept on.
Speaking of that. He does close his eyes again.]
Leave me be once you get your flowers.
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... here I thought you knew that resting on them makes them more durable. The flowers help with making the ground by the tree comfortable. They're called shelter blossoms for a reason. Some will put them into pillows for better rest, because even the smallest amount can make it comfortable.
[ He's not sure why he tells him that, but. Maybe it's just a way to rile him up too? See some life from him? ]
If you're using them as your excuse, at least least be respectful for what they provide.
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So reluctantly he sits up. Is that what Vil wanted? They’re also in close range again, faces not but a few centimeters apart.]
Grab em’ then, if ya want them so bad. The ones underneath me.
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It's a brief moment of weakness, his hand over the small white cotton-like blossoms there, and distracted by this irritating but distracting lion prince. But he quickly looks aside and begins to pick up the ones from under Leona, to gather them separately, all too aware of Leona watching him.
Once he has gathered them, he pauses. ]
You've got some in your hair.
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[He finds himself distracted with how handsome Vil is this closely. He’s always frustratingly perfect.
He gazes at him for a moment before turning his head.
He won’t admit he didn’t mind the visit. ]
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[ He's just going to reach up and carefully pick them out of the dark strands of Leona's hair, that mane that always seems to be perfect despite how unruly it is.
He's so jealous.
His touch is light, though— he's taking care to pick them out without breaking any hair or hurting him. All the while he's more than aware of the deep rumbling sounds from Leona, too. ]
... are you purring?
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[Small simple motions like that are enough to make the biggest cats purr. He isn’t so complicated to deny someone picking flowers out of his hair feels somewhat nice.
He keeps his face turned away, Vil is still very close to him and still not letting him resume his depression nap. It’s rude. Vil is so rude. ]
Pleased now? Ya gonna leave me alone now?
[ Leona is so sure the answer is no.]
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[ It's cute, but he's not actually saying that out loud.
Once he's done picking the flowers out, though, he watches him for a bit. ]
Do you really want me to leave? You could have chased me off much sooner if you did.
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So is this to rile him up?
Is this to chase him off?]
No point in exerting the energy it takes to run the likes of you off.
[ He turns his face back. Maybe if he goes nose to nose with Vil…]
Didja miss me?
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But he blinks when Leona brings his face close and lifts an eyebrow, not moving his own away. ]
I've better things to miss. You just happened to be here while I was gathering.
[ He folds his arms. ]
Really, you should be grateful. Here I am being concerned for a fellow Housewarden. It's no skin off my back if you miss class, but it's my duty to ensure you're reminded of it.
[ He's such a good Vil, isn't he. ]
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[ He’s just being a little shit, for show, mostly. But he knows h started shit the last time, and he will absolutely do it again. So he leans in, closer still to Vil. Letting their lips brush.]
I am entirely gracious. Can’t you tell? What do you want me to do? Call you a good boy? Tell you how good you are? No one tell ya that back at Pomefiore?
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[ He goes still though, feeling his heart race- and hating that it is! Leona's just messing with him as usual. That's all this is.
(That's really all it is..) ]
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Maybe you can start by stop thinking the worst. I thought your purring was pleasant, actually, and maybe I don't want to see you actually fail, you oaf.
[ He's trying to bite back his blush but- he does pull back continuing to hold Leona's face between his fingers. ]
And stop doing things you don't mean. You shouldn't kiss someone you don't actually care for.
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He yanks Vil forward, pressing their lips together again. He ain’t saying he means it or anything! But Vil is fun to mess with.
The added cherry on top is how he starts purring again, right into Vil’s mouth. Graciously allowing him to feel the presence of a beastman’s purr. ]
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He hates that the kiss feels even nicer with the purring, and his hand absently travels to the base of his neck, grabbing the collar of his uniform before he presses back with a kiss himself.
If that's how he's going to be, then he's going to make sure his kiss has more feeling than his own. Because while he won't say he cares, either, he isn't saying he doesn't. ]
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To make sure this doesn’t stay too soft, Leona starts biting at Vil. Trying to get his lips parted.]
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And tugging him up just close enough to do it because of Leona saying he didn't know how to pleasure anyone- well, eat this then, Kingscholar. He's going to leave him breathless. ]
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It pisses him off.
He rakes his hands up into Vil’s hair to keep him in place. ]
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Just pulling him over him like this as Vil ends up on his back, but keeping the kiss intense and not about to let Leona break free until he's breathless. Which they do get eventually, so he ends up looking at him with his eyes searching his. ]
...
[ He doesn't know what he wants. But he doesn't wait, this time tugging Leona right back in to kiss him once again, mouth parting to tease his tongue against his fangs. Telling him wordlessly he's not afraid of a lion. Or Leona.
But maybe that he actually likes this? ]
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He lands himself over Vil, again, poised perfectly on top of him. He won't find too much behind Leona's eyes. He's a master of hunting, a master of playing with his prey. Anything Vil sees is likely primal instinct, but not so much he loses himself that easily.
Vil makes it entirely too easy, however, to consider him an easy catch. ]
...!
[ Those unsearchable eyes do widen in surprise when Vil runs his tongue along his teeth. Now he chooses to be bold.
Leona does like this. ]
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But he's no one's prey. He's a venomous blossom, and he has his own bite that he won't hesitate to use— and he does, biting down the inside of Leona's mouth followed by a lick and swipe of his tongue against his.
It's easy to tug Leona's body down the way a coiling plant can trap a person, and he lets them both feel the shape of their forms before breaking the kiss and looking at him with an unreadable gaze. ]
... had enough, Kingscholar?
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He only bends inwards because of Vil's coaxing, only presses their bodies together because it feels good. He's going to do what feels good to him. ]
You fuckin' wish.
[ He catches his lips again, this is now a contest. What is their goal? Who knows. What are the win conditions? There are none. ]
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He doesn't touch it though, not yet, but his fingers do trace across near the base of his spine and he returns the kiss again, unsure of what Leona wants or why he's kissing him so much after he just said not to if he didn't care.
Unless... this is Leona saying he does care? Surely not... ]
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