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[thelionspurr]

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[poisonista]

[ Of all the places to have a mix-up, and in a cold region too— he's pretty annoyed when he ends up finding another housewarden already occupying his room's bed, and of all the housewardens, it's Leona Kingscholar??

Of course, Crowley is no help, having just disappeared for a ski trip and the resort that the students have all been packed into having mixed up the rooms for the housewardens which has resulted in this. They were supposed to have their own rooms, not shared ones!

And now there's a blizzard outside which is making it impossible for them to even go out to their own dorm-mates. He can't even get Rook in here to help chase off Leona, though Ruggie can't get in here either...

Honestly, he's so tired, this is going to look horrible on him if he can't sleep! ]

The bed is big enough for you to stay on your own side, Kingscholar! Move yourself at once!

[thelionspurr]

[ He is inconvenienced and annoyed that his mix up had to be Schoenheit of all people. He's loud and annoying, a complete hinderance to getting a good nights rest. But he was here first, as expected. So he has already laid claim to the bed. The entire thing. He will survive, surely, but will his newly found roommate fair the same? ]

No.

[ That's it before he stretches himself out again. No one is here to tell him to do otherwise, and if Vil wants in the bed he can move Leona himself! ]

Finders keepers, Schoenheit, I made it here first.

[ Seemingly dozing off, already. ]

[poisonista]

[ This shameless prince!! He narrows his eyes and climbs onto the bed while picking up the extra pillows to shove against Leona's back. ]

Until our rooms are sorted, this is our room, not just yours, you repugnant prince! And for your sake, you'd better have bathed before laying down! I will not have you contaminating the bedsheets and causing my skin any trouble!

[ The last thing he needs are skin discolorations! Unfortunately for Leona, Vil is strong, so he's setting up his pillow barrier while pushing him off to the side. ]

And no moving onto my side!

[thelionspurr]

If you detest me so truly, you can sleep on the floor, or the couch.

If I would have showered right before your oh so kind intrusion I would have heard, "Leona, you smell like wet lion and it will get into all of my dreadfully expensive clothes".

[ Is he lying? Probably not. Even when he is shoved he makes sure to whip Vil fairly well with his tail and decidedly not stay mostly on his own side of the bed. ]

I barely take suggestions, Schoenheit.

[poisonista]

[ He knows better than to grab a beastman's tail but oh how tempting it is to give him a tug. He just whacks at it, though, swatting it away. The remark about his clothes makes him huff, though, he's in his nightclothes, a full sleeved button down and pajamas— and he pushes Leona's head onto the opposite pillow. ]

You can bear having me on the bed if you're that desperate to stay on it. I don't want you ruining my beauty sleep with your sweaty odor.

[ And once his pillow barrier is made, he's going to flop onto the side and turn off the lamp, grabbing all the blankets too. ]

Now stay there and good night.

[ Jerk. He can't believe he'll be stuck all night with him! ]

[thelionspurr]

[ What an absolute shame it would be if Leona were to get into his space. What a shame if he were to invade the little space he was granting Vil on this bed. Terrible that he would accidentally shift over again, effectively busting down the pillow barrier. Squishing Vil to the very edge of the bed. ]

Normally I wouldn't care to screw with the likes of you, but your pissy attitude is really tickin' me off.

[ Vil should have known better than encroaching on a beastman's sleeping space. ]

[poisonista]

[ He is going to murder him!! He lets out an annoyed sound when he feels himself being pushed and immediately retaliates by elbowing back against the pillow- and him. ]

I should have known better than to think you'd be above childish pettiness, but you continue to remain consistent, Kingscholar.

[ He is not about to give up and wraps himself further into the blanket. ]

Stay on your side or I will kick you off! Don't think I won't!

[thelionspurr]

[ He wouldn't dare stain his hands or his pretty face with blood, so at least there is no way that Vil would actually lay a finger on him. So he smirks and pushes the elbow and the pillow right back on Vil.

He is decidedly, today, not against being petty. ]

You wouldn't dare, Schoenheit.

[ Smirking at him, daring him. ]

[poisonista]

Oh wouldn't I.

[ Because the moment that barrier pillow comes at him, he's grabbing it and with an easy turn of his body, he's going to give the pillows near Leona's chest (not the pillows that make up Leona's chest) a rough shove to flip him around and aim his legs at his rear to shove him towards the edge of the bed this time. ]

Don't test me, Leona. Unless you want to have your face in the floor next time.

[thelionspurr]

[ That does it, he's fed up with this. It's either sleep or don't at this rate and by god is Vil being incredibly difficult. So he uses one hand, takes Vil by the front of his shirt and yanks him close.

He keeps an arm tightly around him. ]

Don't wanna sleep on the edge? Be my guest and sleep right here.

[ S M U G. ]

[poisonista]

[ Hey, he'd said goodnight and was ready to sleep, if anyone's being a problem, it's Leona!

He's about to rearrange the pillow barrier when- ]

Hey!

[ He looks stunned as he's suddenly pulled up against Leona's body and he blinks a few times, before raising his arms to push against his chest. ]

Unhand me, you oaf! Neither of us are going to get any sleep like this!

[ STRUGGLE!! ]

[thelionspurr]

[ Leona loves being a problem, actually. So he's going to hold Vil through his struggle, even wrapping his legs with his. If Vil wants to act like prey, he will be treated like prey. ]

Stay still, will ya?

[ And honestly, with the position? It's not surprising that their hips knock together. ]

[poisonista]

[ They're both definitely not dressed in enough layers to avoid rubbing up against each other, and Vil grimaces as he suddenly becomes very aware of how close their lower bodies are as he tries to break free. Where did he suddenly get this strength??

He pushes at him once more before sighing in annoyance and glaring at him, clearly just waiting for an opportunity to break himself out of this grip. ]

Are you having fun? Because this is wasting both our time that could be spent resting.


[ This guy!! He tries to turn his face away in a huff. ]

The only one losing here is you!

[thelionspurr]

You decided to start bitchin’ as soon as you walked in. Thought I could keep you entertained.

[He is in fact, having so much fun right now. So much fun in fact that he keeps their legs locked. If it keeps Vil pinned and still then he’s all for it.

He’s quite aware that this struggle is going to stir both of them, call it keen senses. ]

Your scent suggests you are having just as much fun as me, or am I wrong?

[Beastmen are never wrong on scent. ]

[poisonista]

Excuse me for wanting to set some ground rules because we're stuck together, Kingscholar!


[ And he HAD! Leona is being such an annoyance, taking up the bed and he refuses to sleep on a couch if he doesn't have to! More pointedly, Vil never asked him to move elsewhere because he doesn't think Leona should either, but of course saying that outright would be. Silly.

All the same, there's a bit of an uncomfortable stimulation from their lower bodies touching like this and he grabs Leona's top as he fixes a glare at him. ]

You have an outrageous idea of what's "fun". Are you some insatiable cat in heat now? If you want to rub up against something, go do it to a couch.

[ Shameless! Don't think he can't see what he's trying to do here- Vil's just able to keep a calmer expression even when he's feeling a bit worked up. ]

[thelionspurr]

Ground rules for the room that was intended to be mine? Get your head outta your ass, Schoenheit!

[Yes, he is staying where he is and yes he is still pinning Vil where he is. No regrets. He’s having too much fun, even if the effort makes him tired.

He raises a brow. ]

That is all you, you know. You’re the one gettin’ your panties in a twist.

[Locking their legs tighter. ]

You dreamin’ about shit like this, Schoenheit?

[poisonista]

It was not yours, it was assigned to me. We're right in the middle of Savanaclaw and Pomefiore's assigned buildings and they mixed us up!

[ Ugh! He's trying to free his legs but the more he does the closer Leona gets and he grits his teeth as he pushes himself back just enough. ]

I wasn't the one who decided to grab you, so this is all you, Kingscholar. Not that I can blame you for being so desperate with beauty like mine, but have some restraint.


[ That should challenge him enough to back off, right? Except... does he really want him to? ]

[thelionspurr]

[Truly the challenge is to see how much he can piss Vil off. So that Vil will be the one to move off of the bed. Leona was never a good bed sharer. ]

Of course, mister fairest of all. Allow me to fall over myself for you.

[ He shifts his knee between Vil’e legs, he’s daring him to move. This is like an intense game of chicken, but with two really bisexual individuals.]

Ready to shut your trap yet?

[poisonista]

Dream on.

[ Keep calm— he's only doing this to annoy him and he knows it- there's the slightest tense release of breath when he moves his knee between his legs though and in retaliation, Vil's hand pushes down between them to push his thigh down and back but instead—

Ah. He ends up palming his groin, and there's a surprising realization of what he's feeling there... ]

Looks like your body has far more to say than what you are with that rancid tongue.

[ Not that he isn't getting worked up too but shh. ]

You're absolutely shameless, aren't you?

[thelionspurr]

If I’m not shameless, then neither are you!

[ He is definitely riled up, definitely. He shoves his own hand between Vil’s thighs and palms him intentionally. ]

Who would have thought you to be one who got excited over a little rough housing.

[Leona would only ever mess with Vil like this. He doesn’t rough house with anyone else, it’s too much effort. ]

[poisonista]

[ He is doing his best not to react to his provocation but that's not exactly easy with him suddenly having his hand down between his legs.

Though he is only human and his cheeks are beginning to burn red as he tries not to let Leona see how he's affecting him. ]

Speak for yourself, Kingscholar.

[ Ugh. He has to commit to this, or he'll lose to this smug oaf... he's absolutely shameless.

(And Vil seems to be enjoying it even if he won't ever admit it.) ]

You can quit while you're ahead. Unless this is what you wanted to happen?

[thelionspurr]

Shut up.

[ Because Leona is a merciful lion, he can give Vil some relief. The relief would also be a challenge. Who would get off faster? Who would submit to the other.

Sounds like fun enough. Leona is very capable when he puts his mind to it. ]

I ain’t backin’ down, not from the likes of you.

[poisonista]

Hmph. As though you could ever last against me.


[ He has immense patience and stamina, and he doesn't intend to let Leona have the upper hand. He knows he should be angrier, especially with him having stimulated him like this, but this means nothing. It's just Leona having a pissing contest and while he could just walk away and let him look the fool, it's still a matter of pride.

Honestly, he's so childish.

Vil gives him another squeeze in response, daring him to not be aroused faster than him. ]

You probably wouldn't even know how to satisfy me, anyway.

[thelionspurr]

You’ve probably never satisfied anyone.

[He is absolutely having a pissing contest right now. Teeth bared and everything. He’s not backing down until Vil does and he knows how stubborn this Queen is.

He squeezes again, rubbing and palming him with much more precision than he ought to have. ]

[poisonista]

Like I'd ever tell you about when I did.


[ He's had a girlfriend before (headcanon)— and the only reason they broke up was their careers! But he intends to stay on top here and-

Oh. Now he does go red all the way to his ears because the stroking isn't terrible, and in response, his own fingers curl around his arousal through his pants, using the fabric as an additional stimulation to his strokes, turning his gaze onto him. ]


Is that the best you can do?

[ Hmph!! ]