[ By the end of this trip, Leona was bound to know even more of the fae than he'd ever imagined. Not only this new view, but all the other views that not many were privy to. This type of thing put Lilia right in his element, able to bend and manipulate the pawns to his will within this game. To keep that king tipped over, weak to his own actions.
The hand Lilia has holding down Leona's hip almost seems to tighten its grip as those hands come to rest on his head. Not in a threatening way, more acknowledging the presence with that small squeeze, encouraging Leona on to do what he might need, to touch him in any way if that's what felt right. The gentle pressure against the crown of his head leads Lilia on without fail, without faltering even for a second.
Just how does Leona expect him to reply to that question with his mouth so full? Rhetorical or not, the fae wants to comment, wants to mention how simple of an answer there could be, if Leona thought about it for a little bit longer. Oh well, he'd just hum in response, moving his hand down from Leona's hip to instead grab at his thigh, fingers digging in against the soft flesh of the other man through the remaining fabric on him.
Instead of pulling back to comment, Lilia took the hints that Leona's cock was giving him. The light twitches, the light tone of desperation in his tone of voice. No, he's not going to pull back until he feels that hot fluid spill over in full into his mouth, to pour down his throat.
Slowly, surely, his hand moves up along Leona's thigh, back up to his hip, then finally to the edge of his shirt, pushing the fabric up to allow his hand to slip under his shirt, to touch the skin of his waist, his abdomen. To feel him up, as part of his own little reward to Leona for how good he's doing. For how much Lilia appreciated his acceptance of his last little demand and an acknowledgment that he's close. That Lilia knows it, and is urging him to let desire control him. To let him give in, fully.
Maybe, too, Lilia wanted to hear a little bit of a whine from him, considering how ruthlessly he's going after the sensitive parts along his length, over and over and over and over. ]
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The hand Lilia has holding down Leona's hip almost seems to tighten its grip as those hands come to rest on his head. Not in a threatening way, more acknowledging the presence with that small squeeze, encouraging Leona on to do what he might need, to touch him in any way if that's what felt right. The gentle pressure against the crown of his head leads Lilia on without fail, without faltering even for a second.
Just how does Leona expect him to reply to that question with his mouth so full? Rhetorical or not, the fae wants to comment, wants to mention how simple of an answer there could be, if Leona thought about it for a little bit longer. Oh well, he'd just hum in response, moving his hand down from Leona's hip to instead grab at his thigh, fingers digging in against the soft flesh of the other man through the remaining fabric on him.
Instead of pulling back to comment, Lilia took the hints that Leona's cock was giving him. The light twitches, the light tone of desperation in his tone of voice. No, he's not going to pull back until he feels that hot fluid spill over in full into his mouth, to pour down his throat.
Slowly, surely, his hand moves up along Leona's thigh, back up to his hip, then finally to the edge of his shirt, pushing the fabric up to allow his hand to slip under his shirt, to touch the skin of his waist, his abdomen. To feel him up, as part of his own little reward to Leona for how good he's doing. For how much Lilia appreciated his acceptance of his last little demand and an acknowledgment that he's close. That Lilia knows it, and is urging him to let desire control him. To let him give in, fully.
Maybe, too, Lilia wanted to hear a little bit of a whine from him, considering how ruthlessly he's going after the sensitive parts along his length, over and over and over and over. ]