[ There's a swell of pride in Lilia's chest, that he'd gotten someone who seems to be so prideful himself to be so weak from just his mouth. Who wouldn't be proud if that's how it appeared? Lilia half expects Leona to decide that was it, to try and rest his head back down against the wall to go right back to sleep.
Instead, he's in for a surprise. That little lunge, the way their lips slam together, is enough for Lilia to let out a noise in surprise, before laughing quietly against Leona's lips. Who but Lilia would be entertained by such a bold approach, really? He's lucky they were sharing this set of seats and had already moved the middle armrest, allowing Lilia to fall back a bit, giving Leona more room to work at his pants.
Both of the fae's hands come up. One presses against Leona's cheek, to hold him into the kiss. The other moves to grasp at his shirt, as if to demand he stay this close, that he not pull back just yet, if at all.
There's not a struggle or a whine when Leona shoves his tongue inside his mouth. Lilia's not too careful as he brings his tongue to meet his, twisting and turning and demanding into that kiss. Leona would need to be careful of those fangs himself now, if he didn't want his tongue getting nicked. The smaller man's hips lift lightly, as if to help Leona remove those pants easier.
Pulling back enough from the kiss to get a word in, he murmurs: ]
You better be planning to do what I think you are. I want you to fuck me. Got it?
[ It's with that comment that he presses right back into another kiss, nipping at Leona's bottom lip with those fangs of his, not caring if he's being a little too rough or demanding, it seems. ]
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Instead, he's in for a surprise. That little lunge, the way their lips slam together, is enough for Lilia to let out a noise in surprise, before laughing quietly against Leona's lips. Who but Lilia would be entertained by such a bold approach, really? He's lucky they were sharing this set of seats and had already moved the middle armrest, allowing Lilia to fall back a bit, giving Leona more room to work at his pants.
Both of the fae's hands come up. One presses against Leona's cheek, to hold him into the kiss. The other moves to grasp at his shirt, as if to demand he stay this close, that he not pull back just yet, if at all.
There's not a struggle or a whine when Leona shoves his tongue inside his mouth. Lilia's not too careful as he brings his tongue to meet his, twisting and turning and demanding into that kiss. Leona would need to be careful of those fangs himself now, if he didn't want his tongue getting nicked. The smaller man's hips lift lightly, as if to help Leona remove those pants easier.
Pulling back enough from the kiss to get a word in, he murmurs: ]
You better be planning to do what I think you are. I want you to fuck me. Got it?
[ It's with that comment that he presses right back into another kiss, nipping at Leona's bottom lip with those fangs of his, not caring if he's being a little too rough or demanding, it seems. ]