[ Real answers tended to be difficult to come by, especially with someone as tricky as Lilia. As slippery and vague, who only offered wisdom and little nuggets of the truth whenever he saw fit. That didn't mean he wouldn't offer the truth, a real answer to that question, once he's been given the chance. Or, if Leona asks what he wants, then he'd get an honest answer to that too. Might even get it before he asks.
The lithe fingers of the small fae wander along his skin, touch firm yet somehow gentle, caring. If Leona wanted, he could push that hand away, make Lilia focus only on the task at hand. Lilia doubts he will, doubts he'd even think of doing that when, really, all things considered, Lilia's been treating him so kindly, showing him exactly what he can do without holding back.
Leona, too, seems to not hold back as he finally reaches his orgasm, spilling over in Lilia's mouth before long. Like everything he does, Lilia skillfully swallows down each drop, bringing his tongue up along him as if to savor any that might have tried to escape, to burst past his lips. Reaching back up to Leona's tip, he does the same there, tracing the head. Pulling off, he pants quietly, taking a second to just breathe.
His hands pull back, and he sits up onto his knees properly on the seat, still facing Leona. The back of one hand rests lightly over his mouth as he continues to work on catching his breath, grinning behind it. ]
How's that for 'putting my money where my mouth is'?
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The lithe fingers of the small fae wander along his skin, touch firm yet somehow gentle, caring. If Leona wanted, he could push that hand away, make Lilia focus only on the task at hand. Lilia doubts he will, doubts he'd even think of doing that when, really, all things considered, Lilia's been treating him so kindly, showing him exactly what he can do without holding back.
Leona, too, seems to not hold back as he finally reaches his orgasm, spilling over in Lilia's mouth before long. Like everything he does, Lilia skillfully swallows down each drop, bringing his tongue up along him as if to savor any that might have tried to escape, to burst past his lips. Reaching back up to Leona's tip, he does the same there, tracing the head. Pulling off, he pants quietly, taking a second to just breathe.
His hands pull back, and he sits up onto his knees properly on the seat, still facing Leona. The back of one hand rests lightly over his mouth as he continues to work on catching his breath, grinning behind it. ]
How's that for 'putting my money where my mouth is'?