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Parked

let's go parking
how it works:

● Post with your character.
● Others respond to your character.
● You can use the RNG or pick your own!
● Have fun!

scenarios:
1 ✪ first date: Shy and fumbling, you're just getting know each other, what's a better way than going to lover's lane to 'talk' or maybe something else.
2 ✪ cop a feel: So you're going to take the chance, why not try to go for the 'gold' and try a little heavy touching.
3 ✪ make out: You have no illusions, you know what parking is for: Lip locking. So get to it. It's make out time.
4 ✪ hot and heavy: The windows are getting steamy, you know what that means: time to go all the way.
5 ✪ just talking: No seriously. You're just going to be talking. Boring but sweet.
6 ✪ stuck in traffic: Okay, so you're not parked but you're sure as hell not moving. Traffic sucks. But maybe you can figure out a way to pass the time.
7 ✪ snow storm: Yep, sudden!blizzard has hit and now you're stranded in your car. You need to either go get help or figure out a way to keep warm, someone's bound to drive by eventually.
8 ✪ your choice!

type of vehicle (optional):
1 ✪ truck: the cab is small but there's a whole 'bed' in the back.
2 ✪ compact car: a classic, the front seat might be a bit cramped but there's room in the backseat
3 ✪ sports car: so sleek yet oh so small
4 ✪ convertible: it's topless! so if you get topless there's not a lot of privacy but the breeze feels nice, right?
5 ✪ station wagon: there's room everywhere!
6 ✪ classic/vintage muscle car: nothing gets your motor running more than an old muscle car ~~that might break down a lot~~
7 ✪ limo: there's lots of leg room but make sure you put up that center window to keep the driver from hearing.
8 ✪ train car: (get it?) those bumps caused by the track sure are making things more exciting, aren't they? too bad you don't have much room to spread out.

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[ Did Leona really expect Lilia to sit on the floor of the train, when they were still moving? When each turn in the tracks, each little bump, each shift, causes their bodies to bump into each other, moving with the movement of the train itself. If he wasn't so small, maybe it'd be fine to sit himself on his knees on the floor. As it was, this position would be far easier to manage.

Anyone else, when faced with such an impressive sight, might shy away. Might back down from the possible challenge. Instead, Lilia seems to know exactly what he wants to do. The way he wants to drag his tongue along Leona, to explore him.

There - that's one of his spots. Lilia can't help but let his grin face to a soft smile, amused and proud. His tongue presses against that spot underneath the head again, dragging up along to the very tip. Before he takes him in all the way, though, he needs to make one thing clear: ]

Self-control is never an issue for me... It's you who will be begging for more than a simple taste of me by the end of this.

[ Without giving any more time to his own words, Lilia brings his mouth back down to Leona, one hand quickly coming up to tuck some of his hair behind one pointed ear. Those pretty lips of his press against the tip, giving the head of his cock a tiny kiss. Then, he carefully opens his mouth, positioning himself to take as much of the beastman as he could without cutting him with either sets of the fangs he had.

Really, not the smartest idea they're going about, on a moving train. Still, Lilia seems to be able to take far more than one might expect of him from his small size. It's rough, quick, practiced. His cheeks concave as he sucks them in, adding to the pressure around Leona's cock, his tongue continuing to work its magic each time he comes back up to that head, teasing that spot where the head meets the shaft relentlessly.

After a few moments of this, one hand slips down to Lilia's own lap, hidden with his current positioning. His arm shifts, suggesting he must be palming at himself through his own pants, to ease some of the aching pressure. His main priority is Leona, even so, evident by the sheer focus he's putting on this task. ]

[ begging? leona kingscholar, begging for something? the thought alone is enough to make him laugh out loud. he's not going to beg or plead for anything or anyone. even as he watches lilia adjust and return to that spot that makes leona's thighs quiver and his breath hitch, there's no way he'll succumb to the fae in that way. not even when he's face-to-face with someone who's expertly navigating his cock! even that way he adjusts his hair has leona's cheeks darken even further, finding that small gesture to be... eye-catching. if he wasn't so damned cute, maybe leona would be able to keep that odd little warmth in his chest from leaking out anywhere else.

except for like, where it currently counts.

how can lilia be so good at this? he has to keep his hands to himself, lest he do something real stupid. he's not stupid. no, he's not thinking with the tiniest brain right now which in comparison is larger than other guys. he's fixated on so many different things at once, from how his cheeks turn inward from the pressure to the flicking of his tongue over every vein and that one hypersensitive spot, then to how he's beginning to paw at himself.

and when he feels more comfortable with the idea of those fangs, leona begins to carefully move along with lilia's movements. he just wants that warm, wet heat covering his dick at all times. that he could melt in the fae's mouth at any time, give into pleasure, and completely succumb. that's where he feels like he is--- again, in danger. yet, a part of him also wants to believe that there is an equal amount of trust going on with both sides. it's give and take. the nrc creed of everything being transactional. ]

Beggin' for a taste of you? Fat chance.

[ someone's going to 'win' and it's going to be him. ]

[ Hasn't Leona already lost? Lilia was able to mold him like putty in his hands, giving him a small taste of what he had to offer. From the touch of his hand to the feel of his mouth, to the experience offered to Leona in the form of action rather than words, claims that might seem far too bold even for him.

The feeling of Leona's hips shifting with him, shifting in time, shows Lilia that he's doing something right. A lot of somethings right, if the slight change in his breathing was anything to account for. The way his breath catches, the way his cock twitches within his mouth. A soft noise of Lilia's own sounds out around Leona.

Only...
With that comment, Lilia pulls off, panting softly as he catches his breath, moving his hand back to Leona's cock to keep pleasuring him even as he makes his own little comment in return. ]

Maybe I should leave you like this, then. Leave you aching, with the memory of how good my mouth feels. Wouldn't that be better payback than letting you reach your orgasm at all?

[ Lifting his head to look up at Leona, to lock eyes with him, he slowly removes his hand from Leona's cock save for a single finger. Dragging the tip of his finger up and down the underside of him, he teases him, wanting to know how he'd react to such a threat. After all, they still had what? Several hours before they reach their destination? Leona had given him nothing more than an excuse to play with him, to use him as he saw fit until they get there. ]

If you want more, you'll have to let go of some of that pride. I'll only warn you once: my patience only extends so far. If I want something, I will get it.

[ one moment he's indulging in what lilia's giving him and the next, it's the cool air of the car that greets his throbbing and needy prick. the shock of being suddenly without lilia's near perfect mouth causes him to growl, lower lip rising in a huffy pout. how dare he be punished for his words and actions? who has the gall to do that??

oh right. it's lilia. well, obviously. for a moment he forgot who was working his dick. with the pleasure fading into annoyance into more than mild irritation, all he can do is inhale sharply through his nose as he's being taunted. teased. being provoked into a deeper arousal, one that both flusters and frustrates. in a way... it hasn't really made him feel any less needy and still craving touch. those words do it to him doubly; he's not wrong. he does miss that mouth. and trying to reach orgasm himself with his own hand would seem like a waste at this point.

that last statement sounded like a thinly veiled threat. would leona want to test that patience? would lilia waste this kind of opportunity? no way he's ever had a beastman's dick like his in his life... however long he's lived. so whose pride wins out first???

he's quiet for a moment, save for his huffing. the room seems still and quiet and all he can hear is his own heartbeat which is mirrored with the pulsing of his cock. leona has to answer eventually. right?

right.

the beastman closes his eyes. another breath. ]

Seein' as you got me by the balls, then I guess I got no choice.

[ actually it's the lack of ball-getting that has leona in a vice but who's keeping track??? he spreads his legs out further, slumping into his seat. ]

[ As much as Lilia threatens, mentions not to test his patience, he certainly has plenty of patience to go around. He wouldn't be able to wrangle such rowdy boys all the time if he didn't. His eyes focus on Leona, watching him as he huffs and puffs, the little adorable pout he makes. How cute. Even the King of Savanaclaw could act like a petulant little prince, wanting without the trouble of going through the effort to get it.

Lilia waits, one of his hands carefully pressing against one of Leona's thighs. His fingers shift back and forth, caressing the space of his inner thigh that leads right up to his dick.

Finally, the answer crosses over Leona's lips. An answer that Lilia can accept. His grin softens to a smile, and he nods his head, even if Leona cannot see him doing it with his eyes closed like that. Leaning back in, he presses his tongue suddenly against the underside of him, tracing up along the veins that protrude. Tracing them up, along him, before finally murmuring a response. ]

Good boy. You've made the right choice.

[ The illusion of choice is still there, still held up as if Lilia had offered him anything more than a moment of frustration.

Lilia doesn't waste any more time sinking that cock back into his mouth, resuming his pace fiercely. One hand presses down now against Leona's hip, trying to keep him from bucking up with how quickly Lilia took him back in. Resuming his tongue work, Lilia is not playing around any further. Fingers dig in against the other's hip with a strength that's probably surprising, thumb pressing in against him.

Each time he comes back up to the head, Lilia presses his tongue harshly against any little spot that seemed to make him squirm or breath a little harsher, before dragging himself back down just as quickly. If it wasn't obvious earlier, it sure as hell is now: Lilia has at least some experience, to be able to work him like this, without being phased by the size difference. Without gagging and without whining out as Leona's cock hits the back of his throat.

How long could Leona hold out, with this treatment? ]

[ now and forever, lilia will take on a completely new light once they're off this train and back to the college's campus. whatever quirky and eccentric exterior the fae shows, leona will only know one thing: a ruthless, domineering personality. predatory. he doesn't need to see that smile to feel it as it practically bends the air around him. it's in his aura, in his presence. though leona will be loathe to admit it, but he tipped his king over almost right away in the face of his depraved, carnal thoughts.

why does lilia's behavior make him want to metaphorically fall onto his back and expose his stomach? his neck? from lilia's mouth, being called a good boy really does something to him. if he thinks about it for too long... well. the less he wants to resist that line of thinking. and if that's not the worst part of it, is it just him or does lilia's mouth feel even better when he descends upon his cock again? he can't even start to thrust when that hand keeps him from doing it. it makes leona even hungrier. it makes him want more. lilia must realize that. and so when the other guy's efforts double, so does leona's desire to thrust. to breed that mouth.

that said, his hands can't stay idle for much longer. he desperately needs to cling onto lilia. not so he can force the fae's head down, not so he can take control, but because he needs something. it's why he's very hesitant and unusual of him to reach out and slowly but surely... rest... his hands on the crown of lilia's head.

and then he huffs. ]

Why are you so damn good at this?

[ almost like he's frustrated about it, but really? he's not. he's not going to be able to keep himself from coming for much longer. it's like every time his dick makes contact with the back of lilia's throat, he's put another step forward towards touching the sun. he's trying not to whine. he's trying not to sound desperate, but he wants to... he's getting closer and closer. ]

[ 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. ]

[ it's the kind of question he would love a real answer to, to soak in whatever wisdom lilia has to offer. where a prince who's been forced to respond with humility, with his pride slightly stained by the kisses and the lavish attention given to him. maybe in the afterglow of the first upcoming orgasm, they can speak honestly with one another. or, after leona's finally coming off of that pleasurable high, he'll want to find out exactly what kind of payback lilia wants.

and he'll find out just soon enough. it's not like a volcano that takes time to erupt but like an earthquake. he wants to feel those nails dig in. he wants to feel the hot, heat of lilia's mouth become more of his own space. a familiar place. it may be more exciting because of this being their first time together, thrilling because of how little control he has on the situation...

the presence of lilia's hand is felt and understood. he can run those fingers along toned, sunwarmed skin and muscles. a present for him. leona is his for now. maybe more, if he wishes...

with that in mind? it's now too late for leona. the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear, the pressure in building in his cock threatening to go straight up to his head and then right back down, plummeting and spiraling. that he's almost dizzy from the sudden loss of seed that gushes into lilia's mouth. it's what he deserves, right? a direct infusion of leona's essence flooding the fae's senses. ]

[ 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'?

[ even if his words point one direction, his reaction to the touch will be different. it'll always be different. that he wishes that lilia would've stayed longer so he could somehow touch them. hold them for a second. he might get his chance later. he'd like to. things like these don't have to be personal. they can stay as separate as possible, clandestine and uncomplicated, but when was leona kingscholar not someone complex?

when he's finished... when lilia is off of him, he can admire those rusy cheeks. that coy smile. that playful tone and those words. they light a fire in him. does lilia feel it? maybe he doesn't but leona would like to think the other student is very well aware of what might've sparked through that blowjob. that feelings can run rampant alongside passion and sometimes get misinterpreted. he's doing his best to try to work that out mentally, but unfortunately post-nut clarity hasn't come to him. not yet.

especially when... ]

I'll give ya somethin' else to think about.

[ and then he lunges. lilia surely can't expect that, right? with leona's pants halfway down and seemingly exhausted from coming? but there he is and he leads face first, to slam his lips into lilia's and shove his tongue right into that mouth. he'll take a taste of himself while he starts to shove the waist of lilia's pants down. he's talented like that. ]

[ 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. ]

[ of course he's amused. he doesn't fight back in the way that one normally would if leapt upon by a hungry, ravenous animal. that's probably why leona does it--- frankly if lilia didn't want it, he might've been starfished against the adjacent wall after a throw. instead, he's allowed to partake of the taste of himself and lilia: a somewhat pleasant flavor that he wouldn't mind having again and again if the fates allowed.

as leona expertly gets those pants out of the way through pulling on them like the overeager and horny young man that he is, he barely gets a word in edgewise before that kiss gets recaptured. whatever sound he makes will have to be of agreement. of course he's going to fuck lilia. he's still aroused, hard as hell that it hurts, and there's no way he's going to leave without making sure lilia knows who's the prince around here. if that means starting a new line of diplomatic relations like this, then...

those fangs catch his bottom lip and he can already taste a little bit of coppery something-something on his tongue. it doesn't even hurt yet. maybe it's because of how sharp those canines are? maybe it's because leona is too busy trying to push lilia's legs up so that they rest against his shoulders as he positions himself carefully--- though he does grind into those thighs while he still can. he'll be the one to break this second kiss off, tongue swiping against lilia's as he does so. ]

You're tough enough to take me like this, right?

[ his dick is still pretty slick, what with mixture of spit and come from before. ]

[ Fueled by nothing more but lust and desire, Leona sure as hell wasn't going to be patient right now, was he? That's perfectly fine with Lilia. He, too, didn't want to wait longer than he had to before being pressed into, before he got to take on the other man's dick, to feel it stretch him and roll his hips up into Leona's.

With his own pants off finally, Lilia huffs out through his nose in relief. That fabric had been hurting to keep on for so long when he'd gotten this worked up. He was fully prepared to sit there and ache or to take care of that himself in some other way. This was a far better experience, in his opinion. He wouldn't have to do much of anything with Leona this eager, would he?

Lilia is one of the most flexible students in probably the whole of NRC. As it becomes clear how Leona's trying to position him, he shifts to help, relaxing his body to make it easier. There's a short whine when Leona grinds against his thighs, a needy shift of the fae's hips-- and then he's pulling back, breaking the kiss, leaving Lilia breathless.

His eyes open partway to look up at Leona, before he nods. ]

I am. Give me all of you.

[ The hand against Leona's cheek slips back, around to the back of his head. Tangling in Leona's hair. It's a combination of things that he does next. Pulling Leona down with the hand against his shirt, tugging his head back to expose his throat. Leaning in, pressing his lips against his skin. Those lips part against him, tongue pressing against his skin, seeking out his pulse along him. Searching, with those sloppy kisses, for something. A specific spot, where...

As soon as it's found, he drags his fangs along it, teasing the idea of a bite with a simple action. ]

[ he wouldn't want to be patient at this point. he owes lilia that much. he's going to get all of leona's business, all of leona's everything in one fell swoop. fill the fae up, make sure he fully understands the beastman and his frustrations. his desire. as bestial and basic as it may be, there's only one thing that leona has on his mind--- to breed the living fuck out of the smaller guy and knock out any other thought of any other person. to be oppressive, aggressive, and everything in between.

he makes sure to raise lilia's legs as far as he can get them, so that he can also bend forward. that the pull on his hair is sharp but there's no way it's as startling as leona's cock finally pushing into, one brutal shove so that he's halfway in and has a place to rest. let lilia adjust if he needs to but also, let leona take a breath. that pause is enough to get his throat to line up with lilia's fangs, where that tongue had lingered, and leona knows exactly where he's going. a carnivore knows.

his heart skips a beat but lilia can probably feel that. ]

You gonna do it? Sure I'm not gonna be too rich for you?

[ maybe some extra motivation will help? maybe being closer will help, too. after all leona's got some more inches to bury into lilia. so with a soft exhale, he finally does it. and once he's fully seated he doesn't want to move. why? to savor the feeling of a different kind of warmth wrapped around him. ]

[ 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. ]

[ he might not be able to control lilia in the way that he'd like, but he can certainly show the vice housewarden why he's the king of his particular jungle. besides, isn't it more fun when prey struggles? even a little bit? whether it's claw or fang, strength or speed, it doesn't matter when he's got the upper hand. he feels like he has it. he feels it when lilia squeezes around him, to keep him deep inside, before he begins to pull back and begin the arduous task of getting those walls acclimated to leona's length and girth. ]

What's that? Can't hear ya over the sound of--

[ they sink in and the sharp pain of is confusing for a split second, only because it's replaced by a wholly different kind of pleasure. there's a brief moment of lightheadedness, like the air has been sucked right out of his head, only to be replaced by a tremble and wave of electricity that jolts him back into place. he's lucky he doesn't come again right there. he's certainly feeling like he could. but the need to stretch this out, the want to make lilia agonize as much as he does over this, is paramount.

the heat rises in his throat while also sinking down to his nethers. it's not like lilia's bite contains some kind of aphrodisiac or anything but it's hot! it's very hot! he wouldn't let anyone else chomp on him like this. he'll wear the bite out in public, he won't cover it up. all leona has to do is smile and show it off. who could be the mystery biter?

probably the same who's getting fucked into a train seat cushion.

crotch goes flush against skin before he pulls back and then he delves back inside, all the while keeping his upper body still and especially from the shoulders up. he doesn't need to explain a major injury. he can control himself, just like lilia. that's why with a free hand, he reaches down and roughly grabs the other guy's dick to begin stroking. no way he's going to get out of this without joining him in making this car a mess. ]

[ Lilia could get lost in this feeling, this pleasure. The way Leona's cock felt inside of him, the way his own walls stretched and press around him, trying to adjust for the intense difference in their size. The taste on his tongue just added to it, almost making Lilia lightheaded and unfocused, just like he's making Leona with that bite of his.

It was so much, the pressure, the position they're in, how Lilia was so flush against both the train car and Leona's own body. The closeness was necessary in full, for them to ever be able to connect like this. To become two parts of one whole. His lips stay in place, relentless little nips and kisses pressed to that one spot, his tongue dragging across his skin as he slowly helps the wound stop bleeding.

Only when he feels the other's crotch hit his own, their hips flush together for one moment, does he make another soft noise. A whine, dragged out, asking for more without asking. He gets what he wants, too, as Leona pulls back and thrusts back into him without a single ounce of mercy. It's only when that hand wraps around his dick that Lilia finally pulls back from his throat, admiring the marks that'd formed on his skin.

His hand releases Leona's hair, both arms now coming up to wrap loosely around his neck, his eyes focused up on his face. The attack from both ends leaves him squirming, his hips moving in an attempt to not match Leona's pace, but to get more where he can, before Leona can set a pace of his own. His desperation shows in those simple movements. ]

You're going to make a mess of me, aren't you? Go on, show me what you're made of.

[ Lilia encourages through the little noises that slip out of him. His hand is soon back in Leona's hair, this time far more gentle, fingers carding through the long locks. A silent affection, amidst the roughness that was prevalent in their connection. The look in his eyes was pure lust. His chin tilts up slightly. ]

Kiss me again.

[ The demand is placed, even if he could easily pull Leona down himself, to take what he wants. He clearly wants to see if Leona would follow a little order of his, a verbal demand. ]

[ if they don't leave here a complete and utter mess, then that's failure on both of their parts and they should be ashamed. he doesn't care about what will happen after, when the passion finally does leave the room and they're left with some questions that need answering. what he cares about is making sure lilia is put in the same place that leona is. he's not against dragging someone down with him. in this case, he might've let his ego get bruised but he's not going to let lilia's come away with some scratches or bite marks.

he hilts himself deep inside again and again, only hesitating when he snorts at that question. at that challenge. he just wants to hear lilia reward him with small gasps, another squeeze. anything to tell him that he's doing the right thing. confirmation through reaction. he gets to look at that face as he does it. everything is seemingly genuine and all together, makes leona yearn for more and more. those rhythmic wet sounds as his balls slap against reddening skin... they're motivation. ]

I'm gonna make a mess in you.

[ simple correction as he moans, breathing harshly out of a panting mouth. a mouth unoccupied but certainly willing to be used as he asks for a kiss. how could he refuse? so with that, he lets his head be brought down so that their lips can touch again. this time, it's rougher. he's not afraid of those fangs. he doesn't care if he gets nicked, all he wants is for their tongues to fight over supremacy. a fight that he's willing to lose. ]

[ This was, probably, the most genuine Lilia had been with anyone at the College in a while. It's always hard to tell, isn't it? Certainly the first time in a long time that he hadn't immediately jumped to lying, to pulling some trick over on his opposite. No, this was actually going pretty predictably, considering the type of person Lilia tended to be.

The press of their bodies together, the deepness and the angle that Leona manages to get within him has Lilia making several soft noises, slowly unraveling under their shared pleasure. The normally abnormally pale face of the fae was flushed, warm to the touch. That flush seems to cover his cheeks, over her nose, all the way up to the tips of his ears. How could Leona refuse to kiss Lilia when he looks like this, when he asks so nicely?

With their lips pressed together, Lilia doesn't stop himself from returning the kiss in full. Doesn't hold back, allows himself to let go into it, parting his lips damn near immediately to drag his tongue across Leona's bottom lip, waiting patiently for the other's tongue to come duel his own. Those crimson eyes flutter closed again, and almost like a chain reaction, the small fae seems to get louder against Leona's kiss.

Tiny moans, little gasps, all betraying how he was feeling, how far he was enjoying their connection. He can taste the light coppery taste of blood on his tongue when his fangs manage to nick the beastman again, but he doesn't pull back. His hold tightens, one of his hand now resting against Leona's back, clutching onto his shirt as if his life depended on it.

Only as his chest begins to burn with the need to breathe does he pull back from the kiss. His walls are tightening around Leona, his back arching, his hips moving as much as he can get them to in this position. ]

Fuck, that's... it's--... [ Lilia can't even describe it, taking in a sharp breath, ] I'm-- too damn close. I don't want to stop.

[ His tone of voice is still so demanding, yet an edge of desperation slips in. He's having fun, he doesn't want it to be over so soon. Not that he couldn't go for more, spend multiple rounds going at it, but he's not so sure Leona would be able to. Hence, warning him, in case he felt the same, in case he too wanted to keep this up for as long as they could. ]

[ he's given access but in return, has allowed lilia close to his heart. it's not supposed to be that deep! it's not supposed to mean much outside of the baser, easier to access instincts! but here leona is, melting in his touch. in his body. comfortable and wishing that this time wouldn't end. he loves the color in those cheeks and watching it spread. he's clinging onto every minute movement, every quiet and subtle noise that tickles his ears.

if there was any distrust before, it's been cast aside now. he might be making a huge gamble. huge risks. letting lilia get this far means he could regret this in mere moments. he's close, too. the pace is getting frenetic, almost random. his heart is pounding in his chest. even the kiss has him going dizzy--- who knew tongues could feel this way? like electric eels mingling, tingles practically frying his brain. ]

Neither do I. [ it's difficult for him to get those words it, his voice heavy and deep. how is lilia so good at making every thrust feel different and new compared to the one before it? his body aches. what kind of sorcery is this. ] I don't wanna stop with you...

[ because then it'll end. why would he want to give that up? the taste in his mouth is growing bittersweet as his body heats up again, desperation clouding his judgment. in, out. in, out. ]

... maybe we don't have to.

[ except with that confusing statement leaving him, he can't hold back any longer. another orgasm that forces him to go still and fully deep inside of lilia. he comes, flooding him. filling him. making him his. ]

[ The closer that Lilia holds Leona, the more he'd manage to cling onto too. The sound of his breathing, the pounding of Leona's heart, the soft noises they both share, the sounds of their hips slamming together with such force that one might assume the two of them were so very used to how each other's bodies worked and how to please each other. All of it, Lilia wanted so much more, wanted to cling to this for hours upon hours, until he couldn't even stand it.

Yeah, he's lost in the lust, in the desire, that he's built up in such a short time. Leaning his head back, feeling that familiar heat curl deep within him, it's near impossible for him to speak properly at this point, words beginning to fail him as he focused only on their pace, only on how this felt.

And, despite his best wishes...

Lilia's crying out as he feels Leona spill over inside of him, flooding his small form with his seed, making good on his promise to make a mess inside of him. He feels his body tense, his back arch, and he's brought over the edge, reaching his own orgasm... which, unluckily for him, ends up staining both Leona's hand and his own shirt, given their position. Not that he seems to care for the moment, his body shivering lightly with the aftershocks of such an intense one. ]

... what... did you mean?

[ Lilia murmurs out the question, breathless and trying his best to steady his own dizzied and clouded mind. Leaning in enough to press his forehead against Leona's shoulder, to hide there as he allows his body to do what it needed to come down from that high. ]

[ he's content. practically blissed out. how nice it would be if they could stay in each other's embrace like this even longer, beyond the duration of the trip? he might be less of a pain in the ass if he had regular encounters like this. more motivated to have them. could be a real double edged sword if he ends up addicted to the kind of pleasure that only lilia can give him. so as he slowly drags his hand up their touching bodies, leaving a trail of lilia's release up to own mouth so he can lick one of his covered fingers...

Exactly what I said. he's feeling somewhat boneless, not really wanting to move. the remnants of the orgasm are slowly and unfortunately departing him and replacing that warmth is a tinge of regret. what did he mean? maybe he doesn't have to respond right away. he's still inside of lilia and with a grunt, he thrusts in another time. then another. and another. he's still hard. he could go again. but leona is still numb from the orgasm and he needs a few moments to recover, so. ]

Just... come back with me during the next break. You've been here before. Could even stay with me, if you'd like.

[ in his room. in a private, separate chamber from his brother and his nephew. in royal luxury. they could have all the time they want. all the people in the world for lilia to trick and tease, and there would also be leona... prime recipient of the chiding from a well-traveled and experienced fae.

and then he grabs lilia's hand and brings it up to his mouth where he pulls a few of those fingers into them, giving them a playful suck. ]

You'd like it, I'm sure.

[ As dazed as he is, Lilia begins to come down from that intense high, his breathing beginning to steady. As it does, he manages to slowly loosen his hold on Leona, to watch Leona closely as he makes that movement, as he tastes that release. What an attractive little movement, one that makes Lilia want to watch him taste him in another way -- another time. For now he'd enjoy the view.

And shudder as Leona thrusts in again, again, and again. Fuck, he's sensitive, his body reacting to the thrusts by squirming under Leona, silently accepting the movements and the feelings that come along with them. The offer was one he would normally need to think about. He didn't tend to make plans all that far ahead of time...

This trip itself had been last minute, hadn't it? To plan that far ahead, to want to spend more time with him. Leona must be enjoying this. Was it only this he was enjoying? Or was it Lilia's company as a whole?

That crimson gaze focuses on Leona, watching as his hand is taken, brought up to the beastman's lips. Lilia's expression is soft, almost uncharacteristically, yet... it definitely fits him. ]

Alright. [ A quiet agreement is offered, his head tilting to one side as he continues to inspect Leona. ] Especially if I were to stay with you. That would be fun.

[ Bringing his free hand up to carefully cup Leona's cheek, his thumb caresses him with a level of care and affection that he's not wholly sure he should be offering the other man. What's the harm in it? It wasn't as if they were making some promises they couldn't keep, or taking this any further than what it currently was... at the moment. ]

[ though the sheer beauty of the savanna outside is a marvel to behold, it's who leona's looking at that has him captivated. in a completely, brand new light--- how did he not realize what kind of person lilia was all this time? sure, his disposition towards malleus is no secret and maybe that blinded him toward his 'retainers' of sorts but. lilia is different. he's his own man, small but not even close to dainty or delicate. fierce and could stand toe-to-toe with him. a real challenge though leona has been quite effort-adverse for a long, long time.

why does his heart flutter like that, upon lilia's agreement? there's that lingering bit of confusion and unease, though now it's more like the kind he's felt before. expectations. will he or will he not meet them? he doesn't want to think about what failure would mean now, of all things. what he wants versus what he needs versus what he can give.

but for now...

he tilts his head into the touch, the smile on his face dreamy and relaxed. shame that this will end too. however. ]

... we're kinda gross. [ leona snorts before he laughs tiredly. ] We should probably clean up, yeah?

[ makes a lot of sense. thankfully there's a separate bathroom in this car, complete with a shower. not like he planned for this to happen but sometimes you also just have to hide somewhere with warm running water running over your entire body. ]

Let's go.

[ but first things first--- he has to pull out. he sighs as he does so with minor regrets. there will certainly be a mess made that someone will have to clean up. it won't be either of them. ]

Legs are kinda stiff. How 'bout yours.

[ he is also still stiff. life is unfair. ]

[ How was is that the two had never truly seen each other before? Leona was also a third year, one who had been there a bit longer than most. The tensions between Savanaclaw and Diasomnia only became thicker when Malleus and Lilia had come to the College. Back before Silver had enrolled, when the two fae were first years together, Lilia's own attention was far closer on Malleus than it was now. Maybe that's part of it?

Many misunderstood some simple facts regarding the relationship between Lilia, Malleus, and those closest to him, his 'retainers', his knights.... all because Lilia and the rest of them all kept it a secret. No one else needed to know, and so they assume that Lilia is just the same as Sebek or Silver to Malleus. This includes Leona - why had he ever needed to know anything more? Not that anyone tends to ask all that much. Rook may be the only one who openly understands Malleus as Lilia's ward. Lilia as his guardian.

Would it change Leona's opinion of Lilia, to know the true nature of them? Or, maybe, Leona simply wouldn't care as long as he himself didn't need to deal with Malleus.

Anyways.

Lilia's so focused up on Leona, his thumb continuing to brush over his warm skin for a moment longer, as the beastman leans into the touch. Look at that smile. Just what was going through his head? ]

That we are. [ Lilia could agree without even a second to spare, laughing softly to himself. ] Mmhm...

[ With a simple hum, Lilia shifts to move his legs down, to help himself stretch back out as Leona pulls out. His body was pretty stiff, but he'd be fine if he had a moment or longer. Squirming a bit, he shifts to try and sit himself up. ]

Only a bit. It's only natural, I think. You are far too tall to comfortably be in a position like that for very long. It's a good thing you didn't last longer. Otherwise, your legs might be more than stiff. Sore, aching. Perhaps you should've had me ride you?

[ Lilia spares a glance down to his dick. He's still raring to go, hm? How cute. Lilia just smiles, shifting to take Leona's hand and move to push them both to get up, to stand and head to that little bathroom together. ]

Come along, then. Maybe we can finish taking care of you in there?

[ For someone who just got fucked into a dizzying state in the seats of the train, he sure was confident and commandeering of this situation. Could be seen as too much, as if he believed he and only he was in control here, regardless of what possible roles they may have taken in the moment. ]

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