im being rude.

[thelionspurr]

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[poisonista]

[ 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. ]

[thelionspurr]

I’ve got what I want.

[ 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.]

[poisonista]

Leona—!!


[ 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...

[thelionspurr]

[ Bingo! He is scenting him. So other Beastmen won’t touch Vil. A safe passage into Savanaclaw, and a mark of “mine”.

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.

[poisonista]

[ 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. ]

You're absolutely impossible, Leona Kingscholar.

[thelionspurr]

[ Leona doesn’t know what it means either. There is just an urgency in claiming Vil. Someone else would if he didn’t.

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.

[poisonista]

Isn't this you chasing away challenge...

[ 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?

[thelionspurr]

Mortals won’t heed as well as Beastmen will.

[ 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.

[poisonista]

I thought that was your plan.

[ 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?

[thelionspurr]

[These two have been hurt Too Many Times. Trauma is fun. And also very awesome.

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.

[poisonista]

[ Way too many times, but he does let out a soft huff. ]

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. ]

[thelionspurr]

[It is a healthy threat from the both of them. He noses higher. Teeth scraping but not marking. ]

How long are you staying today, hm?

[ It’s a low drawl again, enticing him.]

[poisonista]

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. ]

Do it well and I may even reward you.

[thelionspurr]

[Incredibly tempting. He likes being rewarded. But he also likes being the one to give reward too.

His attention on Vil’s neck doesn’t cease. ]

Then stay here long enough for that.

I’ve other things in mind.

[poisonista]

You're not going to sleep while I'm here. Think you've been doing enough of that already.

[ Still gently scritching the base of his ears!! ]

[thelionspurr]

Right of course.

[ 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.]

[poisonista]

!!

[ 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...?!

[thelionspurr]

[ 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. ]

[poisonista]

N-Now? We're supposed to practice-

[ 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. ]

[thelionspurr]

[ It's considerably more effort to suck him off like this, but Leona gonna do what Leona gonna do. ]

Don't start bitchin'.

[ He tugs his cock out, leaning over to put his mouth over the head. ]

[poisonista]

I am not-


[ 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! ]

[thelionspurr]

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. ]

[poisonista]

Stop smelling my emotions, then!!


[ Not that that's possible- Leona's sense of smell is intensely particular, down to being able to detect the quantity of ingredients used in potions. Damn beastmen senses...

But Vil has to cover his mouth now, even if the room is silenced, and he arches back when he feels his mouth on him. By everything, this is too much... he's already excited by the way he feels and the brush of his fangs. ]

Be careful- not to bite!

[thelionspurr]

Y'know I can't just turn my nose off, Schoenheit.

[ He laughs low, putting his cock right back in his mouth. He bobs his head, purring with each stroke of his mouth. Intent on sucking Vil off, and maybe keeping him on the edge. The teeth DO graze his cock, but not enough to hurt.

He pumps the base, too, for extra stimulation. ]

[poisonista]

[ Look his brain feels scrambled, and he's thrusting up into Leona's mouth- not too much, he doesn't want to choke him, but his hand does go to the top of his head to keep it out of his face. He doesn't want Leona to get it in his mouth either.

All the while, he's taken by how handsome he looks, too... really, is there anything about this man that isn't perfect? He trembles, already leaking precome from his tip and trembling. ]

U-Use your... tongue... as well..


[ Fine, he'll be demanding too! ]