[ Had Lilia been the type to hold back his noises, to bite them back as harshly as he planned to bite into the soft flesh of the beastman looming over him, he wouldn't let out such a sweet little moan as the beastman pushes in so quickly. Leona may wish to show him that he's still a prince, still gets what he wants... but that doesn't mean that Lilia won't show off his own aggressive streak, fighting at every turn to make sure he knows he's only able to have a little bit of control because he's being allowed that luxury.
Panting quietly against the other man's throat, Lilia tilts his head further up, craning his neck to get at the right angle. He's ready to bite into him, to taste that blood of his on his tongue again, after the small taste he'd gotten from Leona's own lip. Were those words meant to encourage? To push him to finally do it, to stop teasing the idea?
Lilia laughs softly against his skin. ]
Don't underestimate me. You won't be--
[ The comment is cut off by the feeling of Leona pushing the rest of the way into him. Two things happen. First, a soft cry escapes the fae, his body involuntarily squirming under the beastman. Second, Lilia's fangs sink in. It's not a simple bite like a human might do. Not just a love bite, where teeth never break the surface of the skin. No, his teeth are sinking in, those fangs making quick work of it. Almost like... one wrong move and he'd tear flesh from bone. That isn't his goal. Isn't what he goes for.
What he does seem so very focused on is the way the warm rush of blood drips into his mouth. His bite lets up to keep from tearing Leona further if he began to move. Tongue searching, pressing against the wounded flesh to avoid wasting even a single drop... all while he sucks and nips at that same spot. The bite wasn't going to be enough on it's own. He wants there to be a bruise, a hickey, another reminder of their time together right alongside that harsh bite. ]
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Panting quietly against the other man's throat, Lilia tilts his head further up, craning his neck to get at the right angle. He's ready to bite into him, to taste that blood of his on his tongue again, after the small taste he'd gotten from Leona's own lip. Were those words meant to encourage? To push him to finally do it, to stop teasing the idea?
Lilia laughs softly against his skin. ]
Don't underestimate me. You won't be--
[ The comment is cut off by the feeling of Leona pushing the rest of the way into him. Two things happen. First, a soft cry escapes the fae, his body involuntarily squirming under the beastman. Second, Lilia's fangs sink in. It's not a simple bite like a human might do. Not just a love bite, where teeth never break the surface of the skin. No, his teeth are sinking in, those fangs making quick work of it. Almost like... one wrong move and he'd tear flesh from bone. That isn't his goal. Isn't what he goes for.
What he does seem so very focused on is the way the warm rush of blood drips into his mouth. His bite lets up to keep from tearing Leona further if he began to move. Tongue searching, pressing against the wounded flesh to avoid wasting even a single drop... all while he sucks and nips at that same spot. The bite wasn't going to be enough on it's own. He wants there to be a bruise, a hickey, another reminder of their time together right alongside that harsh bite. ]