[ He's going to take all the advantage he can. Especially when he has the upper hand here, though he does slide in and let Leona adjust to the feeling of his size before pulling out and pushing in again, kissing the back of his shoulder. ]
Move with me.
[ Leona has a good sense of balance and he's going to continue to pump him now that he's fully exposed, while thrusting into him in tandem.
Damnit. He feels so good around him and Vil has to be careful not to be too rough. ]
... nnh! You're squeezing around me, Kingscholar. Relax...!
[ There is a small part of him that absolutely despises the fact that this feels good. But in like, the weirdest and most conflicted way possible. Had Leona fought more, thought more even...he would be the one fucking Vil right now.
It is what it is, though.
He growls, unrestrained. Much more and he might be heard. ]
Y...yer not the one with a dick up yer ass right now, are ya?
[ Crude, but true. But there goes his speech again, drawled out, pulled deep within his chest. ]
[ He is trying to make it as comfortable for Leona as possible. Even now— as he finds a rhythm with his body, he keeps his strokes timed so that his pleasure can be split between both. ]
I wouldn't want to hurt you, ever.
[ He whispers it but with Leona's hearing, he's sure to hear it. He pulls out and thrusts in again, and as he begins to catch his pace, he hooks Leona's leg up properly to keep him balanced between the wall and himself and bites down along the side of his neck as he leaves a mark that Will be seen now... sorry Leona. ]
Don't hold your voice back... I've enchanted my room to keep sounds in.
[ He did hear it, and he's feeling so very conflicted right now. Why would Vil care about hurting him or not? Why would Vil take care NOT to hurt him? Leona doesn't compute soft feelings like that all the time.
He finally does let out some louder sounds. Growling, deep-wrenched primal sounds tearing from his throat each time Vil thrusts into him and pulls out of him.
His revenge will come soon, in the form of making that mark on the back of Vil's neck an actual claiming mark. Bite and get bitten, he just has to time it right. ]
[ He does pick up his pace, now fully encouraged by the way he sounds and how much he likes it. He squeezes around his length too and strokes down to his base, before moving in a way that thrusts deeper, angling into that spot that he knows that Leona will tremble at.
He's so close himself, and he gasps out tightly. ]
[ It doesn't take Vil too long to come when he feels Leona release, and once he does, he pulls out to release against Leona's back so he doesn't come inside. He doesn't think Leona would want him to— and that may be a little too intimate for him.
He slumps against his back when he does, trying to catch his breath- and a bit intoxicated by the sight of how Leona looks, bared and beautiful. Like a tired beast...
He thinks he can understand Rook's fascination too, and he helps him finish off before gripping him by the waist. ]
Leona... steady now. You don't want to stumble.
[ He's a lion— he knows he has the balance needed but he can still be concerned. ]
[ Leona will take a moment, but he's going to move, taking Vil by the shoulders and flipping their positions. Vil face first against the wall and Leona over him instead. He's much too tired to go another round...yes. But he isn't too tired to sniff out where he bit Vil and lay his fangs into again. He was kind before, not making it into a true mark.
This time? He is. He makes sure Vil feels it too. This is revenge for fucking him so good he uttered his name instead of his surname. ]
Don't worry about it, Schoenheit. I am sure you are smart enough t' figure it out.
[ He licks the back of his neck where he bit, the spot red and angry now. He dares anyone lay a hand on what is (possessively) his now. Vil Schoenheit might not think he has been claimed, but Leona knows differently.
He backs off... legs unsteady for a moment, but he's eyeing the bed with intent. They could sleep and Leona could leave...eventually. ]
[ He's not sure what to think about that, even though something about it makes his heart flutter. He catches his breath and looks confused for a bit but when he notices Leona walking shakily, he quickly reaches out to steady him. ]
Clean up first...
[ He's covered in sweat and fluids, and he'll be sore. And Vil should probably wash his hands. ]
Come along.
[ He'll fix his pants and walk to the bathroom with him which is fortunately en suite so they can have some privacy.
It doesn't take too long to get to bed after though, in that time he does look at Leona's cock and...
Despite the texture it's not as barbed as he thought?? But first things first - he gives Leona a painkilling potion first. ]
Don't complain. You don't want to be sore during your Spelldrive practice.
[ He's allowing the clean up in a haze. Lions are used to mating...a lot. Even at their own behest. Lionesses are cruel when it comes down to it, he almost wonders if Vil would be a top contender for Lionesses. What with the power he just displayed.
He drinks the potion, grumbling of course. ]
Y'really don't have to baby me.
[ He would have lived.
Once they get to bed he's going to lay on his side somewhere in the middle of the bed. Vil cna push him over, or he can join him right here. It doesn't matter to him. ]
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Move with me.
[ Leona has a good sense of balance and he's going to continue to pump him now that he's fully exposed, while thrusting into him in tandem.
Damnit. He feels so good around him and Vil has to be careful not to be too rough. ]
... nnh! You're squeezing around me, Kingscholar. Relax...!
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It is what it is, though.
He growls, unrestrained. Much more and he might be heard. ]
Y...yer not the one with a dick up yer ass right now, are ya?
[ Crude, but true. But there goes his speech again, drawled out, pulled deep within his chest. ]
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I wouldn't want to hurt you, ever.
[ He whispers it but with Leona's hearing, he's sure to hear it. He pulls out and thrusts in again, and as he begins to catch his pace, he hooks Leona's leg up properly to keep him balanced between the wall and himself and bites down along the side of his neck as he leaves a mark that Will be seen now... sorry Leona. ]
Don't hold your voice back... I've enchanted my room to keep sounds in.
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He finally does let out some louder sounds. Growling, deep-wrenched primal sounds tearing from his throat each time Vil thrusts into him and pulls out of him.
His revenge will come soon, in the form of making that mark on the back of Vil's neck an actual claiming mark. Bite and get bitten, he just has to time it right. ]
Shit, close-!
[ He squeezes again, but not quite as hard. ]
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He's so close himself, and he gasps out tightly. ]
Nnh... come... with me... Leona ...!
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And very, very quietly: ]
Shit, like that, Vil-!
[ He digs his claws into the wall in front of him, panting while he allows Vil to ride out his orgasm too. ]
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He slumps against his back when he does, trying to catch his breath- and a bit intoxicated by the sight of how Leona looks, bared and beautiful. Like a tired beast...
He thinks he can understand Rook's fascination too, and he helps him finish off before gripping him by the waist. ]
Leona... steady now. You don't want to stumble.
[ He's a lion— he knows he has the balance needed but he can still be concerned. ]
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This time? He is. He makes sure Vil feels it too. This is revenge for fucking him so good he uttered his name instead of his surname. ]
Better keep your room enchanted, I ain't leaving.
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[ He's still recovering from his high of release when he suddenly feels their positions turned. His eyes widen, and he's about to turn when—
He gasps when he feels that bite, letting out a tight gasp as he grips the wall. ]
Kingsch— hnnn!! What are you doing...?
[ If he hadn't just come already he's pretty sure he'd have felt it go right to his cock again!! ]
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[ He licks the back of his neck where he bit, the spot red and angry now. He dares anyone lay a hand on what is (possessively) his now. Vil Schoenheit might not think he has been claimed, but Leona knows differently.
He backs off... legs unsteady for a moment, but he's eyeing the bed with intent. They could sleep and Leona could leave...eventually. ]
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Clean up first...
[ He's covered in sweat and fluids, and he'll be sore. And Vil should probably wash his hands. ]
Come along.
[ He'll fix his pants and walk to the bathroom with him which is fortunately en suite so they can have some privacy.
It doesn't take too long to get to bed after though, in that time he does look at Leona's cock and...
Despite the texture it's not as barbed as he thought?? But first things first - he gives Leona a painkilling potion first. ]
Don't complain. You don't want to be sore during your Spelldrive practice.
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He drinks the potion, grumbling of course. ]
Y'really don't have to baby me.
[ He would have lived.
Once they get to bed he's going to lay on his side somewhere in the middle of the bed. Vil cna push him over, or he can join him right here. It doesn't matter to him. ]
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I'm just making sure you're not going to complain at me tomorrow.
[ He smirks a bit and watches him though, gaze soft. ]
... tired already?
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[ Now that he is sufficiently tired, he will rest his chin on Vil's shoulder. Resting on him from behind. Quite comfortable, really.
He chuffs a little. ]
Tired b'fore I came over.
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[ He tenses briefly, suddenly realizing he has a lion beastman against his back and a naked one who he just thoroughly fucked against his back.
He's quiet though, but finally he raises his hand to brush over the top of his head by the base of his ears. He came even though he was tired...
His gaze softens and he just sinks down against his pillow. ]
Sleep.
[ He's going to need his strength to return unseen later. ]