[ but that's benvolio for you. always thinking of others, even in the midst of his own despair. leona can't say he relates or even understands that specific mentality, but it is certainly one of the things that fascinates and endears him to the little advisor as much as he does... while still simultaneously being one of those things that frustrates him to no end. perhaps that's why he enjoys being so depraved with benvolio (apart from the other, far more apparent reasons, that is); it's one of the few times the blonde ever allows himself to give into his desires and selfishness. ]
You're right, of course.
[ and that's really the only warning benvolio will get before leona suddenly stoops down and scoops him up into his arms. it's you typical princess carry, which is a testament to leona's own idle consideration to benvolio's dignity... because, if it were all up to him, he would have thrown him over his shoulder for better ease of transport.
regardless of any protests his lover might put up, leona swiftly makes his way out of the library with his treasure in hand. however, rather than head towards his own chambers, he's making the way back to benvolio's instead... seems he intends to make right on his promise to tuck the man back into bed. ]
[ benvolio protests, of course β how could he not? β but it isn't very loudly, or even very vehemently. he doesn't even struggle in leona's hold. the truth is, he likes this kind of thing β the one embarrassing aspect he's hung up on is what he's saying out loud: ]
L-Leona, put me down...! Everyone can see!
[ well, that may be true, but it isn't as though other people in the castle suspect anything. leona isn't very nice to most people, but most observers have already noticed that the foreign ambassador has a soft spot for verona's last montague in public office. despite the occasional bite mark or hickey on benvolio's neck, however, the guardsmen obviously don't think that the relationship between leona and benvolio is anything more than a close (and somewhat unlikely) friendship, but seeing the lion prince carry a beet-faced benvolio down the library stairs and to his quarters? oh, that's just another tuesday.
by the time they enter benvolio's room, the petite blond is clinging to leona's neck β a little anxious, perhaps, but mostly soothed. he was scooped up about as unceremoniously as a sack of flour; he's hoping he's not going to be dropped like one, too... ]
[ can everyone see? good. leona's never been one for subtlety, but he isn't really in the habit of standing out any more than is necessary, so while he would absolutely love to ensure everyone and anyone (especially certain red-haired guardsmen...) know just who exactly benvolio belongs to, he's never bothered to go out of his way to really do so apart from the occasional hard-to-conceal hickey and grand feats like this... rather unfortunately, the people of verona are far too quick to chalk off his behavior as a cultural oddity, rather than the very intentional acts of a beastman marking up his territory.
ah well.
leona can't be bothered with other people even on a good day, and so he's fine to let them think whatever foolishness they want, so long as they respect what's his. ]
You say that, and yet I know you would never say if it were serious, so what am I supposed to believe?
[ he sounds more exasperated than anything, moving swiftly to benvolio's bed to — gently — set the man down. ]
[ somehow, benvolio manages to at least look slightly dignified as he's lowered onto his bed β perhaps it's the way his hair falls over his eyes, or the soft, attractively sorrowful expression that graces his face as he looks up at the very welcome sight of his lover treating him like something precious.
admittedly, this does feel good. benvolio could have easily ignored it throughout the day, of course, but it was true that every step was flaring up a new ache inside of him... ]
I promise I know better than to work myself to the point of exhaustion, Leona...
[ not just because taking a day off only makes more work for him later, but also because β ]
I belong to you, right? I need to be more careful with your things.
[ ...despite this solemn pronouncement, benvolio is smiling slyly as he turns his head just enough on the pillow to rub his cheek against leona's palm. he's teasing, true, but there's a touch of quiet pride to his voice nevertheless. he likes belonging to leona. he's always wanted to belong to somebody. ]
[ he isn't expecting such a cheeky response, but he would be lying if he said it did not immediately bloom a warmth of fondness in him. it's been so wonderful to witness benvolio blossom in his love... how he manages to be so confident now while still flustering and fluttering like a pure maiden at times is one of leona's favorite things to witness. ]
Exactly... Only I'm allowed to be rough with what's mine.
[ but, he is not a man that likes to remain in his sentimentality. not blatantly anyway... he has appearances and a reputation to keep after all. so his smile widens into a grin, and without preamble he climbs onto the bed just beside the other. it's a tight fit because he means for it that way, quickly crowding into benvolio's space so he can assert himself splayed out on the bed, then drawing an arm around the other's shoulders to pull him back in towards his chest.
if he begins to purr on purpose for his lover's benefit, what of it? mind your business. ]
[ benvolio is visibly startled to be squished and manhandled, but he seems all the happier for it, quickly finding a comfortable place to rest on top of leona's chest as he presses his round ear closer to those princely purrs. he can't help but laugh a little, both for his own cheekiness and for leona's sweet (it's sweet even if he denies that it's sweet!) reaction. the vibrations coming from leona's chest tickle his eardrums. ]
...I feel like I should be more concerned about work...
[ he lifts his head a litle, peering dreamily at his handsome lover. ]
But when I'm with you, I don't feel like doing anything.
[ happily, benvolio nestles back into his cozy little nook, breathing deep of leona's scent. he may not be a beastman himself, but he can enjoy his own primal instincts on occasion! ]
[ the lion prince makes a low sound of contemplation, ] Is that right? Nothing at all?
[ carefully, the arm he's got wrapped around benvolio's shoulders slip down till he's palming the soft globe of the advisor's ass, rubbing soothingly but appreciatively. ]
If memory serves, doing a lot of something is what got you in this mess.
[ the advisor feigns exasperation, wrinkling his nose in a brief frown before he can't keep it up and slips into a smile again. ]
You know that's not what I meant...
[ benvolio laughs quietly, swinging one leg in a slow arc through the air behind him as he continues to rest on leona's chest. ]
What I do with you isn't related to work. [ a brief, contemplative pause. ] Or is it?
[ it sort of is, isn't it? they remain representatives of their respective countries, after all. smiling playfully, benvolio nuzzles closer and whispers in a teasing tone: ]
What if I've only seduced you for Verona's sake?
[ never mind the fact that benvolio wasn't exactly the one who did any seducing... ]
Edited (trying to describe a specific thing people do!!! without knowing how to do it!!) 2020-10-03 03:39 (UTC)
You could argue that it started that way, [ comes the prince's thoughtful hum, lips twisting in a wistful smile as he remembers that fated dinner they'd spent together... the one that ended with benvolio coming into leona's greedy mouth, the very one they still billed the embassy for.
but at the advisor's cheekiness, leona slips the hand he's got around benvolio to give that sore bottom a light and playful little slap. as punishment, you see. ]
Then you should be thanking Verona for all those times you've come in the last two weeks. [ has it really only been that short? ] Let's see... There's the one from the night of our dinner, then the three from the night you met me in my room, then the morning after in bed, and then the shower, oh and that time in the balcony at night when I had to cover your mouth so you wouldn't wake the neighborsβ
[ oh, he could keep going. ]
i lost a notif for another thread too i think dw just ate them...
Shhh! Shush! I-It's too mortifying if you list everything out and count them like that!
[ well, benvolio would not ordinarily be so aggressive as to shush leona, but he's so flustered and embarrassed that he squeezes his eyes shut, scarlet-cheeked, and presses a finger against the lion prince's mouth as they lay together on the bed. a tide of memories washes into the shore of benvolio's mind, flooding him with sudden, impure thoughts; all of this is exactly what got him into the position of aching every time he takes a step or moves his waist, and yet he's practically drooling behind his mouth at his recollections of leona behind him, snapping their hips together and making benvolio come again and again and again...
benvolio withdraws his hand back to his side. ]
...And you forgot the time we did it twice in the storage closet. Up against the wall.
[ which was, obviously, only because leona kept teasing and taunting him in the middle of a meeting! and only because of that! it definitely wasn't because benvolio himself couldn't control his appetites or... anything... like that...
sweeping a hand through his bangs such that they look even more disheveled than before, benvolio shakes his head with an exasperated sigh, adjusting his legs such that his slight (very slight) hardness isn't pressing into leona's thigh. ]
You're going to be the death of me. I have no idea how I'm even keeping up with you...
[ his sore hips aside. ]
Edited 2020-10-06 21:03 (UTC)
dw please... stop cockblocking... did you need the link again tho??
[ it's a good thing he was stopped, in all honesty. he was bound to forget a time or two, considering how often they actually get down to business. maybe he should be more sympathetic to his lover's embarrassment, but all leona can do is laugh heartily in response, jostling his poor lover who's only trying to rest quietly against his chest. ]
You're too modest. [ or is leona himself too shameless? tough to say. ] If I didn't already know your body inside and out, I could have sworn you were a beastman too. You definitely have the hunger of one.
[ and, hey, the words are definitely teasing, but there's also a faint trace of pride in his tone, emphatically punctuated by the affectionate nuzzle of his nose into the soft tresses of benvolio's messy, messy hair. ]
i keep thread trackers for just this situation so i should be ok! βοΈ
[ it's still very pleasant to be rocked by leona's laughter, particularly as benvolio gets to bury his face in his lover's firm chest as it's happening, so he's hardly going to complain. benvolio only hums as leona noses into his golden hair, wholly unbothered by the way he's only becoming more and more disheveled. there will be time enough to comb the tangles out of his hair later.
this is so very pleasant. so very pleasant and warm and deliciously sleepy. benvolio is hovering in a wonderful space between arousal and comfort and sleep, and not quite sure which he wants to pursue first β maybe this is how leona always manages to sleep the day away... ]
Mmm. It doesn't feel very fair to you if I get to come so many times and you don't, though...
[ blinking drowsily, benvolio angles his head so that he is peering up at leona, his blue eyes curved in a soft smile. his fingers curl a little loosely in leona's open shirt. ]
...Would it be better if I were a beastman?
[ it's not a β a serious question. but he's thought about it seriously before, the differences between them, and whether or not it would win him any ire with leona's people to be so obviously foreign. humans normally marry other humans, even in verona, but there's no real stigma against cross-racial couples save that they are uncommon. but when benvolio knows so little of the savannah... ]
I'd have cute ears, I think. Fluffy.
sob i need to do this... how many tags can i lose before i finally get off my lazy butt--
[ it's not often leona is on the other side of this, where he is a lot more conscious than the other party. but there's something quite pleasant about feeling benvolio's body slacken and relax against his, hearing the drowsiness start to thicken up his voice like honey. it amuses him, makes him want to hold out until the man falls right asleep in his arms, like the naive little prey he can often be. ]
Seeing you in pleasure is just as sweet, trust me. [ especially when he gets to take pride in the knowledge that that very same pleasure has come from his own hand. (sometimes quite literally.)
but — that's a thought, isn't it? admittedly the beastman himself hasn't given it much thought. humans weren't nearly as common in afterglow savannah as beastmen, sure, but they were still around. cross-relationships are not wholly uncommon. ]
Mm... Yes. Fluffy... long. And a cute, tufted tail to accentuate your perky ass.
[ leona isn't quite sure benvolio would like to hear that the animal his boyfriend conjures up when he thinks of him is a sweet, fluffy white rabbit... but there you have it. most beastmen tend to have quite a lot of pride in being a predator, after all. but benvolio is different. and frankly, it's one of leona's favorite things about him. ]
[ for straitlaced benvolio to slip into calling a rabbit a bunny, followed by that darling little giggle... he really must be drowsy, but that's probably a good thing if his his really are giving him so much trouble that just moving them hurts. sighing a deep, contented little sigh, benvolio lolls his head more heavily against leona's chest,
if he were a beastman, he'd probably be purring sleepily right about now... or, if he were a rabbit beastman in particular, doing some kind of soft little trill from deep within his throat, perhaps. in any case, benvolio is neither β just his normal, ordinary human self, quickly falling asleep in leona's arms. there's a little smile playing about his lips, though, one that is quickly fading as all his m uscles relax and he inches closer to deep sleep. ]
Leona thinks I'm cute...
[ his words are growing more and more slurred, and his eyes have fully closed now, but he seems happy about this. it's rare to see benvolio so relaxed and unguarded... and undebauched. ]
[ patience, as we know, is not one of leona's best virtues. sure, he can practice restraint as well as the next, but often only when it should benefit him, and at the moment he's failing to see how waiting any longer than he already has will do much to serve him.
it's literally been thirty minutes.
thirty minutes since he texted benvolio to find out where he is, only to be told the man is (surprise, surprise) doing work in his quiet little library nook. leona had been feeling magnanimous then, and deigned to join the other man as he worked so that immediately afterward he might tempt the man into another decadent meal out on the town... or a nasty fuck along his balcony as the sun sets. whichever strikes them first.
thirty minutes of sitting quietly across his lover as he half paid attention to the solo game of chess he's got spread out before him, the other half of the time getting distracted by that wisp of hair benvolio insists on keeping in front of his pretty eyes. that's thirty long minutes of leona watching as benvolio's plump lips would occasionally mouth the words he's reading to himself, or purse in a pout when he comes across something that confuses him. half an hour of leona growing increasingly frustrated by the realization that his lover is quite delectable, without even trying, and that he would much rather bend the blonde over this small table than sit at it quietly another minute more.
all this to say, leona lasts about a good half hour before he's suddenly biting out a short sigh and reaching over to pluck the book benvolio is currently pouring over right out of his grasp. ]
Enough. Haven't you worked long enough for the day?
[ then again, this is leona. to him, working for more than an hour would be "too long." ]
[ it's a bit like bullying; benvolio reaches a little helplessly for the book that leona's just stolen away from him, looking for all the world like a kitten batting at a toy in mid-air on still-shaky legs. oh, yes, he loves leona, of course β but he was in the middle of reading a sentence! he needs to finish that sentence! ]
B-But it's only half past four. I'll stop working at five, I promise. I just wanted to finish up some research on our past trading agreements with Dalmore.
[ the words coming out of his mouth might well be sand for all that they probably matter to leona. a more distracting prospect is how benvolio's eyelashes ring his eyes so perfectly when those blue irises have gone wide with surprise. ]
Let me just wrap up where I was, all right? Then we can do whatever you want...
[ re: the earlier tag, by an hour of course i meant ten minutes.
anyway.
it's almost insulting that benvolio somehow manages to look even more tempting with those big eyes of his, the small circle of his mouth so pretty, so taunting. looking so innocent in a way leona just craves to ruin. were he a more malicious man, leona would be certain he were doing this on purpose.
he sets the book down on the floor beside his feet, mind made up. mercy is not in his vocabulary right now. ]
I was away for two weeks, you know. Hadn't you missed me?
[ nevermind he's been back from that trip for well over four days now, and how those first two days were definitely spent rolling around in bed reacquainting themselves with each other's bodies... logic is not welcome here where leona's neediness is concerned. a grown man in his 20s but you bet he will still act a petulant child when he isn't being given the attention he craves. ]
[ is leona even capable of working for more than five minutes?? smh β ]
Of course I missed you! But, um... I thought I'd made that, er, very clear...
[ what did the full two days of sex and indulgence accomplish if the prince is still acting like he hasn't been spoiled enough? honestly...
fortunately for leona, benvolio doesn't find this exasperating in the least β only puzzling, like another state problem that needs to be solved. trying to take inventory of himself, the advisor pulls the ribbon from his hair loose, shaking his long flaxen locks into place. his hair is straight as straw but flows like silk in water; bending his neck, benvolio gathers it all up again to tie into his high ponytail once more, revealing the erotic slope of his neck, the barest flash of a bite mark leona left on him two days ago...
...it's as if he's trying to seduce leona! gosh!! even though, of course, what he's saying is as perfectly punctual as ever. ]
I miss you every hour of every day, Leona, but if I don't work, nothing will get done. Or it will get done, but it won't be done as well as when I'm the one to do it. Just give me five more minutes...
[ it's a low blow, all things considered, for the lion prince to invoke that kind of guilt on a man already so susceptible to shouldering burdens all on his own. but leona never once said he was a good man β quite the opposite in fact β so his own selfishness shining through here isn't exactly out of character...
besides. he knows for all of benvolio's protests, the blonde enjoys the attention. who doesn't like being needed? ]
Saying all that, while flashing your neck to a known predator? [ leona's eyes narrow. doesn't benvolio realize what a dangerous game he's playing here?? ]
If you insist on working, then you'll do it on my lap where I can touch you as much as I want.
[ the prospect of working in leona's lap is a far more appealing one than benvolio wants to admit: his books spread out in front of him, his lover's warm body pressing into his own from behind, those firm muscular thighs cushioned perfectly against his own plump rear... the slightest shift, he imagines, and he'd feel leona's hardness pressed up against him, demanding his attention...
ah, who is he trying to kid? benvolio is every bit as lewd and lascivious as leona himself. blushing furiously, he rises to his feet, sorting some of his papers in an embarrassed little tizzy. it's not that he's shy about giving the beastman access to his body, obviously; instead, he's noticed by now that leona is sharply intelligent only when it suits him, and one glance at benvolio's documents will probably tell him all he needs to know about what the advisor is working on.
having his work analyzed by his boyfriend is what's truly shameful here! what if leona notices a spelling error?! ]
Th... That's fine. Come here, then. Sit down and I'll... sit in your lap.
[ let's all just be honest here — does benvolio really think leona is going to care at all about proper punctuation and spelling when he's got his lap and hands full of his very beautiful, very distracting lover? perhaps the beastman had been too subtle with his intention; there is very little about this compromise that's meant to actually be about benvolio's work.
with a wild grin, leona answers his boyfriend's beckoning, pausing only once to scoop up that book he'd taken so he can drop it back down in front of the other. slipping behind him and onto that chair behind benvolio is easy enough, but he doesn't bother with subtle once he's seated. his hands shove at the hem of the blonde's shirt, do away with any coattails should he still be wearing them — the prince makes a low sound of approval as he runs his hands over the shapely globes of his lover's ass, groping appreciatively, before coaxing those hips to lower over his own. once seated, leona wraps his strong arms around benvolio's waist, nosing his way to the warm skin along that neck he'd been eyeing just earlier. ]
[ anyone else, perhaps, would feel somewhat roughly handled by this treatment, but benvolio only seems even more pleased by the hungry hands hiking up the hem of his shirt. leona always gropes and squeezes his soft, pliant ass in a way that makes him even hungrier for cock than before, reminds him of how good it feels when leona has him loosened and ready and desperate β
he is supposed to be on the last of his citations for the case he's building. awkwardly fumbling for his pen even though his mind is solely fixated on his prince's penis, benvolio shakes off his lust-filled reverie, trying desperately to will his dull financial records back into focus. oh, he really should have thought this through. they're in the library, too, which means that if they wind up fucking β and they probably will β he's going to have to keep his voice down. and leona can be loud sometimes if he's properly worked up...
...speaking of which... ]
Leona? We don't have to do anything right now, but, um...
[ coy without intending to be, benvolio looks over his shoulder with a slightly worried, slightly curious expression that only highlights all the more how delicious he looks in this position β half-turned over his shoulder, as if begging leona to just put it in. but they're still fully clothed! ]
[ a bad boy leona may be, he has his moments of consideration and thoughtfulness. case in point, how content he'd been to settle down just like this for the duration of benvolio's study, arms wrapped snug around the man's slim waist and his nose buried against the crook of his neck where his smell is strongest. sure, there is the growing erection pressing up insistently against the advisor's rear, but that's nothing the man isn't used to by now, you know?
all this to say, he'd been quite content to be content with just this— but then there benvolio goes, dangling something scrumptious and irresistible in front of his mouth again. ]
...I assume you aren't proposing to kidnap me.
[ slowly, leona pulls back so that benvolio can see the wry, arched brow of his, and the amused twist of his lips. settled beneath the blonde is an erection far more excited now, the mere prospect of his words eliciting quite the enthusiastic response. ]
Explain, [ he prompts, sounding commanding by default, seated back entirely now so that he can see it all play across his lover's pretty little face. ]
Well, it's just... every time we β [ his voice wavers a little ] β have sex, I'm the one who gets to enjoy myself more, am I not?
[ how is it that, given all the filthy things he says in bed, he's embarrassed about saying that they have sex out loud? how? nevertheless, benvolio actually manages to restrain himself from wiggling against the hardness that's pressing up against his rear, and concentrates instead on talking through his slightly ridiculous train of thought. ]
I know you've said that you don't mind, or rather... that you enjoy seeing me enjoy myself, but I want to watch you enjoy yourself just as much. Of course, I also know that we're both β well, we both have certain habits, so even if I set out to spoil you one evening, you'd probably get impatient and then we'd fall back into the same old routine...
[ well, at least he's realistic: he fully knows that if he simply tries to be assertive and gently dominate his prince some evening, he'll probably just wind up bent over the mattress, dazedly moaning leona's name as always. nervously, he fidgets with his pen, inexplicably tense, as though he expects leona to reject him. ]
So then I thought, if you were restrained β I mean, I'm sure you'd be able to get out of it quite easily if you really wanted to! But it's the principle of the thing... If there's something holding you back, you might be less likely to interrupt me, and... I might feel more comfortable with teasing you...
[ peeking shyly over his shoulder again, benvolio's cheeks burn a brighter shade of pink as he allows himself to just stare at his handsome, hunky boyfriend with a strangely guilty, illicit gaze. they've already been together for this long, but benvolio's never quite gotten over how handsome he thinks leona is. it feels as though it's wrong to stare... ]
...And you'd look good, too. In chains. I don't think I want to use ropes... I want to put you in something that's as beautiful and powerful as you are, so...
[ stare all you like, benvolio. he is yours to do with as you please. including, and certainly not limited to: light bondage. ]
Alright. If that's what you want, we'll do it.
[ is it a surprise that he agreed so easily? he wouldn't think so. as stated, leona enjoys himself just as much as benvolio himself does, and from the looks and sounds of things it seems like these chains will do just that for the advisor. perhaps the true surprise is to know that leona hadn't actually done anything like that of the sort — not to the extent of ropes or chains, and certainly not where he were the one restrained. as experienced as he is, leona's impatience and hunger often doesn't leave much room for experimentation or flavor... leona's dominance is inherent, after all; it very rarely needs the use of props.
but don't make the mistake of thinking his agreement is tepid. from the way his hardness continues to press insistently against the soft roundness of benvolio's ass, "tepid" is the least from accurate to describe his reaction.
with a gentle touch usually reserved for the bedroom, leona lifts a hand to brush aside that long lock of blond hair, tucking it behind an ear the shell of which his fingers linger along. ]
Does that excite you, Benvolio? Knowing you'll soon have me at your mercy to do with whatever you please?
[ benvolio's answer is shy and soft, just like the rest of him generally tends to be, but there's a pleased tilt to it β a slightly giddy undercurrent that upturns the end of his remark and makes him sound impossibly sweet. he can't help being pleased: he anticipated more questions, some pushback perhaps, but for leona to agree so readily is proof of his real trust in and love for his benvolio.
oh, forget work! in fact: screw work! smiling, benvolio rises from his seat, though not for long, and not sharply enough to disentangle himself from leona's hold. instead, he simply stands up so that he can turn around, sitting backwards in the chair such that he is facing leona while he sits in the prince's lap. he draws his arms around leona's neck, his smile turning into something of a sly smirk as he nuzzles his nose against the lion prince's. ]
I'm not just excited. I absolutely can't wait.
[ half-whispering, he ducks his head into leona's wild mane of silky hair, pressing a kiss to his neck. ]
Just imagining how gorgeous you'll look is getting me a little worked up...
[ to say that leona is pleased by these turn of events would be an understatement. he'd been resigned to letting benvolio work, sacrificing his own selfishness because isn't that what love is? or something. he can't quite remember now, now that his current thoughts are so wonderfully preoccupied by the sight and smell and feeling of his lover quite literally slipping into his arms, pleased and pliant. the touch to his nose brings a small smile to his lips, gentle and tender and the kind of smile reserved only for benvolio to see. it slips away into something more on the side of smarmy when the blond ducks his face and hides. ]
Just a little...? Well that won't do.
[ his hands find home again smoothing along the gentle planes of benvolio's body; up his back, through his soft hair, back down again to trace along the narrow dip of his waist and the delicate swell of his hips. his hands settle spread across the plump and perky ass he loves to dote on so much, recalling with every touch how well it sucks him in, swallows him whole. just a thought, and his already hard cock twitches in interest; to be sure, anyone who thinks leona isn't just as whipped for benvolio would be very, very wrong indeed. ]
Should I entice you further? Surely there's something more I can do.
[ a sentiment he hums in consideration, as if his hands weren't already working busily beneath them. slipping under the hem of benvolio's long robes, ducking under the waistband of his trousers — you know, the usual. grabbing handfuls of ass, skin to skin, caressing as if they were squirreled away in their private quarters, and not still tucked into benvolio's favorite little reading nook. ]
[ benvolio sighs, though it's not in protest. his body relaxes in leona's hold, nuzzling still further into his neck, all the better to feel the prince's sensual body pressed against his own. the now-familiar feeling of leona's wide sturdy hands cupping and squeezing his ass to satisfaction β benvolio doesn't think he can ever get enough of it. he actually presses a bit more of himself into leona's palms, implicitly greedy, though he looks outwardly innocent what with his sweet blushing expression and angelic good looks.
much as he himself wants to pull leona's cock out of his pants to stroke and lick it to his satisfaction, benvolio also has good self-control β so he contents himself with stroking and flicking at leona's fluffy ears instead, half because he thinks they're adorable and half because he's quite certain that touching them is a bit of a turn-on for leona. (then again, what isn't? he seems to enjoy almost anything benvolio does to him.)
softly, he murmurs: ]
We'll have to be quiet in the library...
[ ...he's not sure if they're going to go all the way or just make out a little, but it seems like he's perfectly happy to have sex in his little reading nook after all? so scandalous. ]
[ there's something really addictive about watching benvolio give into his more base desires. the slow smile that curls leona's lips is triumphant, pleased. ]
I think we can manage that.
[ he sounds so confident too, but he actually isn't sure. they both have a tendency to get quite caught up in their pleasure, after all, so the errant groan or moan or filthy murmur of someone's name is very likely to echo through the stacks... but it's not like leona particularly minds.
gently, he curls his hand around the base of benvolio's neck, holding the man steady as he leans in for a deep, passionate kiss. he spends his time building up the intensity, licking languidly along the interior of benvolio's sweet little mouth, letting their breaths grow in sync in their heaviness.
take take take; it's no surprise that between the two of them, leona is often the more assertive when it comes to seeking out what he wants. benvolio, despite having embraced his own desires, still gets muddled from time to time with silly things like propriety and morals, and so it is often leona who rushes head-first into the more salacious aspects of their relationship. it's nothing leona actually complains about, of course; but the fact remains that there are certain roles the both of them easily fill in, and so sometimes part of the excitement is switching things up a little... even though leona doesn't often like to exercise his restraint, every now and then it's especially exhilarating to wait and witness benvolio reach his own limit.
all this to say — kissing is all leona does. it is by no means an innocent or tepid kiss, but his hands remain where they are, simply holding his lover steady on his lap, devoting his full attention to re-memorizing the shape and feel and taste of benvolio's mouth. ]
[ this is good, benvolio thinks at first. with their mouths occupied, he doesn't have to worry quite so much about being loud, though a moan might still accidentally slip from between his lips as they catch leona's tongue again and again. for the most part, though, it's easier to be quiet: the softest sigh escapes him, but it's immediately swallowed up by leona's hungry, greedy mouth, demanding more of him, teasing his sensitive tongue and the insides of his cheeks.
it's actually quite nice to just enjoy the haze of this for a while, the heady arousal without anything more. he's conscious only of leona's hot tongue against his own, leona's hands resting atop his hips, just below his waist. benvolio's hands tease his lover's ears for a time, then slide through his silky brown waves of hair; it's all very nice, very sensual, dreamy as a morning afterglow. so sweet. so good.
but even benvolio has his limits like any other man: after a good long while, the advisor shivers, his arousal at its highest peak as he finally realizes that he's getting impatient β that leona's made him this wanton. if he could just feel his lover's warm palms around his cock... ]
Leona, I want more...
[ he's the one who makes the first move then, hands slipping from leona's neck to his groin, tugging at the zipper of his jeans. benvolio handles leona's cock like precious treasure, delicately massaging him through his undergarments, slowly at first, and then harder, more insistent. still whispering, benvolio presses one more kiss to his lover's mouth, hooked on everything that makes leona so addictive to make love to: his green eyes, his good looks, the rumble of his voice. and the contrast of benvolio's milky fingers against leona's thick cock... ]
[ all this slander about him being sweet... it's a good thing this is kept just between the two of them, lest leona have to start worrying about his reputation around verona. ]
of course i am
[ they'd just had a lovely round of phone sex, after all. sure, he'd been about to settle in for one of his many naps of the day, but there's no saying he can't have both. ]
but you know what playing with y ears does to me is that something you're willing to deal with?
[ oh, he knows. of course he knows. the thought of leona's arms growing slowly tighter around his waist as his ears are flicked and teased... it's irresistible to benvolio, who doesn't at all mind it when his actions have consequences. ]
[ goddamnit... GODDAMNIT... leona wins this round of the petty argument olympics. riddle will get him next time, but right now, he's been owned too sufficiently. he might actually legally owe leona money, it's that bad. ]
Fine! Since you're being so purposely belligerent right now! You may only have 3 things on your mind at any given moment, but even you know what I'm saying!
[ ... ]
Maybe I shouldn't have been staring at other men so intently. I'll admit it, if I found out you were looking at anyone else, I would be in hysterics.
That was very indecent of me.
I should apologize to you.
[ ok but is he gonna,,, and not be a bitch about it,,, ]
[ see, for the most part leona's no longer angry. riddle knows now why he was upset, and tbh it's really quite embarrasing that he'd been so upset in the first place so it's not like he really wants to spend too much time talking about it.
I know what you're saying! I'm terrible at apologies, alright?! But I know it was thoughtless and dumb of me to go on about hunks this and other men that, without thinking of you! And I am sorry!
You're the sexiest, most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life! I could stare at you all day and I still wouldn't be satisfied! That's how stunning you are!
I don't even want to think about being with anyone else. No one else is good enough or better suited for me. Neither of us should be concerned with tire-tossing, sweaty fools who don't know their way around the pitch!
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[ but that's benvolio for you. always thinking of others, even in the midst of his own despair. leona can't say he relates or even understands that specific mentality, but it is certainly one of the things that fascinates and endears him to the little advisor as much as he does... while still simultaneously being one of those things that frustrates him to no end. perhaps that's why he enjoys being so depraved with benvolio (apart from the other, far more apparent reasons, that is); it's one of the few times the blonde ever allows himself to give into his desires and selfishness. ]
You're right, of course.
[ and that's really the only warning benvolio will get before leona suddenly stoops down and scoops him up into his arms. it's you typical princess carry, which is a testament to leona's own idle consideration to benvolio's dignity... because, if it were all up to him, he would have thrown him over his shoulder for better ease of transport.
regardless of any protests his lover might put up, leona swiftly makes his way out of the library with his treasure in hand. however, rather than head towards his own chambers, he's making the way back to benvolio's instead... seems he intends to make right on his promise to tuck the man back into bed. ]
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L-Leona, put me down...! Everyone can see!
[ well, that may be true, but it isn't as though other people in the castle suspect anything. leona isn't very nice to most people, but most observers have already noticed that the foreign ambassador has a soft spot for verona's last montague in public office. despite the occasional bite mark or hickey on benvolio's neck, however, the guardsmen obviously don't think that the relationship between leona and benvolio is anything more than a close (and somewhat unlikely) friendship, but seeing the lion prince carry a beet-faced benvolio down the library stairs and to his quarters? oh, that's just another tuesday.
by the time they enter benvolio's room, the petite blond is clinging to leona's neck β a little anxious, perhaps, but mostly soothed. he was scooped up about as unceremoniously as a sack of flour; he's hoping he's not going to be dropped like one, too... ]
I told you it wasn't that serious...
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ah well.
leona can't be bothered with other people even on a good day, and so he's fine to let them think whatever foolishness they want, so long as they respect what's his. ]
You say that, and yet I know you would never say if it were serious, so what am I supposed to believe?
[ he sounds more exasperated than anything, moving swiftly to benvolio's bed to — gently — set the man down. ]
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admittedly, this does feel good. benvolio could have easily ignored it throughout the day, of course, but it was true that every step was flaring up a new ache inside of him... ]
I promise I know better than to work myself to the point of exhaustion, Leona...
[ not just because taking a day off only makes more work for him later, but also because β ]
I belong to you, right? I need to be more careful with your things.
[ ...despite this solemn pronouncement, benvolio is smiling slyly as he turns his head just enough on the pillow to rub his cheek against leona's palm. he's teasing, true, but there's a touch of quiet pride to his voice nevertheless. he likes belonging to leona. he's always wanted to belong to somebody. ]
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Exactly... Only I'm allowed to be rough with what's mine.
[ but, he is not a man that likes to remain in his sentimentality. not blatantly anyway... he has appearances and a reputation to keep after all. so his smile widens into a grin, and without preamble he climbs onto the bed just beside the other. it's a tight fit because he means for it that way, quickly crowding into benvolio's space so he can assert himself splayed out on the bed, then drawing an arm around the other's shoulders to pull him back in towards his chest.
if he begins to purr on purpose for his lover's benefit, what of it? mind your business. ]
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...I feel like I should be more concerned about work...
[ he lifts his head a litle, peering dreamily at his handsome lover. ]
But when I'm with you, I don't feel like doing anything.
[ happily, benvolio nestles back into his cozy little nook, breathing deep of leona's scent. he may not be a beastman himself, but he can enjoy his own primal instincts on occasion! ]
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[ carefully, the arm he's got wrapped around benvolio's shoulders slip down till he's palming the soft globe of the advisor's ass, rubbing soothingly but appreciatively. ]
If memory serves, doing a lot of something is what got you in this mess.
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You know that's not what I meant...
[ benvolio laughs quietly, swinging one leg in a slow arc through the air behind him as he continues to rest on leona's chest. ]
What I do with you isn't related to work. [ a brief, contemplative pause. ] Or is it?
[ it sort of is, isn't it? they remain representatives of their respective countries, after all. smiling playfully, benvolio nuzzles closer and whispers in a teasing tone: ]
What if I've only seduced you for Verona's sake?
[ never mind the fact that benvolio wasn't exactly the one who did any seducing... ]
where even did this notif go
but at the advisor's cheekiness, leona slips the hand he's got around benvolio to give that sore bottom a light and playful little slap. as punishment, you see. ]
Then you should be thanking Verona for all those times you've come in the last two weeks. [ has it really only been that short? ] Let's see... There's the one from the night of our dinner, then the three from the night you met me in my room, then the morning after in bed, and then the shower, oh and that time in the balcony at night when I had to cover your mouth so you wouldn't wake the neighborsβ
[ oh, he could keep going. ]
i lost a notif for another thread too i think dw just ate them...
[ well, benvolio would not ordinarily be so aggressive as to shush leona, but he's so flustered and embarrassed that he squeezes his eyes shut, scarlet-cheeked, and presses a finger against the lion prince's mouth as they lay together on the bed. a tide of memories washes into the shore of benvolio's mind, flooding him with sudden, impure thoughts; all of this is exactly what got him into the position of aching every time he takes a step or moves his waist, and yet he's practically drooling behind his mouth at his recollections of leona behind him, snapping their hips together and making benvolio come again and again and again...
benvolio withdraws his hand back to his side. ]
...And you forgot the time we did it twice in the storage closet. Up against the wall.
[ which was, obviously, only because leona kept teasing and taunting him in the middle of a meeting! and only because of that! it definitely wasn't because benvolio himself couldn't control his appetites or... anything... like that...
sweeping a hand through his bangs such that they look even more disheveled than before, benvolio shakes his head with an exasperated sigh, adjusting his legs such that his slight (very slight) hardness isn't pressing into leona's thigh. ]
You're going to be the death of me. I have no idea how I'm even keeping up with you...
[ his sore hips aside. ]
dw please... stop cockblocking... did you need the link again tho??
You're too modest. [ or is leona himself too shameless? tough to say. ] If I didn't already know your body inside and out, I could have sworn you were a beastman too. You definitely have the hunger of one.
[ and, hey, the words are definitely teasing, but there's also a faint trace of pride in his tone, emphatically punctuated by the affectionate nuzzle of his nose into the soft tresses of benvolio's messy, messy hair. ]
i keep thread trackers for just this situation so i should be ok! βοΈ
this is so very pleasant. so very pleasant and warm and deliciously sleepy. benvolio is hovering in a wonderful space between arousal and comfort and sleep, and not quite sure which he wants to pursue first β maybe this is how leona always manages to sleep the day away... ]
Mmm. It doesn't feel very fair to you if I get to come so many times and you don't, though...
[ blinking drowsily, benvolio angles his head so that he is peering up at leona, his blue eyes curved in a soft smile. his fingers curl a little loosely in leona's open shirt. ]
...Would it be better if I were a beastman?
[ it's not a β a serious question. but he's thought about it seriously before, the differences between them, and whether or not it would win him any ire with leona's people to be so obviously foreign. humans normally marry other humans, even in verona, but there's no real stigma against cross-racial couples save that they are uncommon. but when benvolio knows so little of the savannah... ]
I'd have cute ears, I think. Fluffy.
sob i need to do this... how many tags can i lose before i finally get off my lazy butt--
Seeing you in pleasure is just as sweet, trust me. [ especially when he gets to take pride in the knowledge that that very same pleasure has come from his own hand. (sometimes quite literally.)
but — that's a thought, isn't it? admittedly the beastman himself hasn't given it much thought. humans weren't nearly as common in afterglow savannah as beastmen, sure, but they were still around. cross-relationships are not wholly uncommon. ]
Mm... Yes. Fluffy... long. And a cute, tufted tail to accentuate your perky ass.
[ leona isn't quite sure benvolio would like to hear that the animal his boyfriend conjures up when he thinks of him is a sweet, fluffy white rabbit... but there you have it. most beastmen tend to have quite a lot of pride in being a predator, after all. but benvolio is different. and frankly, it's one of leona's favorite things about him. ]
You're cute just as you are, though.
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[ for straitlaced benvolio to slip into calling a rabbit a bunny, followed by that darling little giggle... he really must be drowsy, but that's probably a good thing if his his really are giving him so much trouble that just moving them hurts. sighing a deep, contented little sigh, benvolio lolls his head more heavily against leona's chest,
if he were a beastman, he'd probably be purring sleepily right about now... or, if he were a rabbit beastman in particular, doing some kind of soft little trill from deep within his throat, perhaps. in any case, benvolio is neither β just his normal, ordinary human self, quickly falling asleep in leona's arms. there's a little smile playing about his lips, though, one that is quickly fading as all his m uscles relax and he inches closer to deep sleep. ]
Leona thinks I'm cute...
[ his words are growing more and more slurred, and his eyes have fully closed now, but he seems happy about this. it's rare to see benvolio so relaxed and unguarded... and undebauched. ]
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it's literally been thirty minutes.
thirty minutes since he texted benvolio to find out where he is, only to be told the man is (surprise, surprise) doing work in his quiet little library nook. leona had been feeling magnanimous then, and deigned to join the other man as he worked so that immediately afterward he might tempt the man into another decadent meal out on the town... or a nasty fuck along his balcony as the sun sets. whichever strikes them first.
thirty minutes of sitting quietly across his lover as he half paid attention to the solo game of chess he's got spread out before him, the other half of the time getting distracted by that wisp of hair benvolio insists on keeping in front of his pretty eyes. that's thirty long minutes of leona watching as benvolio's plump lips would occasionally mouth the words he's reading to himself, or purse in a pout when he comes across something that confuses him. half an hour of leona growing increasingly frustrated by the realization that his lover is quite delectable, without even trying, and that he would much rather bend the blonde over this small table than sit at it quietly another minute more.
all this to say, leona lasts about a good half hour before he's suddenly biting out a short sigh and reaching over to pluck the book benvolio is currently pouring over right out of his grasp. ]
Enough. Haven't you worked long enough for the day?
[ then again, this is leona. to him, working for more than an hour would be "too long." ]
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[ it's a bit like bullying; benvolio reaches a little helplessly for the book that leona's just stolen away from him, looking for all the world like a kitten batting at a toy in mid-air on still-shaky legs. oh, yes, he loves leona, of course β but he was in the middle of reading a sentence! he needs to finish that sentence! ]
B-But it's only half past four. I'll stop working at five, I promise. I just wanted to finish up some research on our past trading agreements with Dalmore.
[ the words coming out of his mouth might well be sand for all that they probably matter to leona. a more distracting prospect is how benvolio's eyelashes ring his eyes so perfectly when those blue irises have gone wide with surprise. ]
Let me just wrap up where I was, all right? Then we can do whatever you want...
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anyway.
it's almost insulting that benvolio somehow manages to look even more tempting with those big eyes of his, the small circle of his mouth so pretty, so taunting. looking so innocent in a way leona just craves to ruin. were he a more malicious man, leona would be certain he were doing this on purpose.
he sets the book down on the floor beside his feet, mind made up. mercy is not in his vocabulary right now. ]
I was away for two weeks, you know. Hadn't you missed me?
[ nevermind he's been back from that trip for well over four days now, and how those first two days were definitely spent rolling around in bed reacquainting themselves with each other's bodies... logic is not welcome here where leona's neediness is concerned. a grown man in his 20s but you bet he will still act a petulant child when he isn't being given the attention he craves. ]
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Of course I missed you! But, um... I thought I'd made that, er, very clear...
[ what did the full two days of sex and indulgence accomplish if the prince is still acting like he hasn't been spoiled enough? honestly...
fortunately for leona, benvolio doesn't find this exasperating in the least β only puzzling, like another state problem that needs to be solved. trying to take inventory of himself, the advisor pulls the ribbon from his hair loose, shaking his long flaxen locks into place. his hair is straight as straw but flows like silk in water; bending his neck, benvolio gathers it all up again to tie into his high ponytail once more, revealing the erotic slope of his neck, the barest flash of a bite mark leona left on him two days ago...
...it's as if he's trying to seduce leona! gosh!! even though, of course, what he's saying is as perfectly punctual as ever. ]
I miss you every hour of every day, Leona, but if I don't work, nothing will get done. Or it will get done, but it won't be done as well as when I'm the one to do it. Just give me five more minutes...
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besides. he knows for all of benvolio's protests, the blonde enjoys the attention. who doesn't like being needed? ]
Saying all that, while flashing your neck to a known predator? [ leona's eyes narrow. doesn't benvolio realize what a dangerous game he's playing here?? ]
If you insist on working, then you'll do it on my lap where I can touch you as much as I want.
[ look at him, compromising. what a saint! ]
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ah, who is he trying to kid? benvolio is every bit as lewd and lascivious as leona himself. blushing furiously, he rises to his feet, sorting some of his papers in an embarrassed little tizzy. it's not that he's shy about giving the beastman access to his body, obviously; instead, he's noticed by now that leona is sharply intelligent only when it suits him, and one glance at benvolio's documents will probably tell him all he needs to know about what the advisor is working on.
having his work analyzed by his boyfriend is what's truly shameful here! what if leona notices a spelling error?! ]
Th... That's fine. Come here, then. Sit down and I'll... sit in your lap.
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with a wild grin, leona answers his boyfriend's beckoning, pausing only once to scoop up that book he'd taken so he can drop it back down in front of the other. slipping behind him and onto that chair behind benvolio is easy enough, but he doesn't bother with subtle once he's seated. his hands shove at the hem of the blonde's shirt, do away with any coattails should he still be wearing them — the prince makes a low sound of approval as he runs his hands over the shapely globes of his lover's ass, groping appreciatively, before coaxing those hips to lower over his own. once seated, leona wraps his strong arms around benvolio's waist, nosing his way to the warm skin along that neck he'd been eyeing just earlier. ]
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he is supposed to be on the last of his citations for the case he's building. awkwardly fumbling for his pen even though his mind is solely fixated on his prince's penis, benvolio shakes off his lust-filled reverie, trying desperately to will his dull financial records back into focus. oh, he really should have thought this through. they're in the library, too, which means that if they wind up fucking β and they probably will β he's going to have to keep his voice down. and leona can be loud sometimes if he's properly worked up...
...speaking of which... ]
Leona? We don't have to do anything right now, but, um...
[ coy without intending to be, benvolio looks over his shoulder with a slightly worried, slightly curious expression that only highlights all the more how delicious he looks in this position β half-turned over his shoulder, as if begging leona to just put it in. but they're still fully clothed! ]
Have you ever considered being tied up?
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all this to say, he'd been quite content to be content with just this— but then there benvolio goes, dangling something scrumptious and irresistible in front of his mouth again. ]
...I assume you aren't proposing to kidnap me.
[ slowly, leona pulls back so that benvolio can see the wry, arched brow of his, and the amused twist of his lips. settled beneath the blonde is an erection far more excited now, the mere prospect of his words eliciting quite the enthusiastic response. ]
Explain, [ he prompts, sounding commanding by default, seated back entirely now so that he can see it all play across his lover's pretty little face. ]
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[ how is it that, given all the filthy things he says in bed, he's embarrassed about saying that they have sex out loud? how? nevertheless, benvolio actually manages to restrain himself from wiggling against the hardness that's pressing up against his rear, and concentrates instead on talking through his slightly ridiculous train of thought. ]
I know you've said that you don't mind, or rather... that you enjoy seeing me enjoy myself, but I want to watch you enjoy yourself just as much. Of course, I also know that we're both β well, we both have certain habits, so even if I set out to spoil you one evening, you'd probably get impatient and then we'd fall back into the same old routine...
[ well, at least he's realistic: he fully knows that if he simply tries to be assertive and gently dominate his prince some evening, he'll probably just wind up bent over the mattress, dazedly moaning leona's name as always. nervously, he fidgets with his pen, inexplicably tense, as though he expects leona to reject him. ]
So then I thought, if you were restrained β I mean, I'm sure you'd be able to get out of it quite easily if you really wanted to! But it's the principle of the thing... If there's something holding you back, you might be less likely to interrupt me, and... I might feel more comfortable with teasing you...
[ peeking shyly over his shoulder again, benvolio's cheeks burn a brighter shade of pink as he allows himself to just stare at his handsome, hunky boyfriend with a strangely guilty, illicit gaze. they've already been together for this long, but benvolio's never quite gotten over how handsome he thinks leona is. it feels as though it's wrong to stare... ]
...And you'd look good, too. In chains. I don't think I want to use ropes... I want to put you in something that's as beautiful and powerful as you are, so...
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Alright. If that's what you want, we'll do it.
[ is it a surprise that he agreed so easily? he wouldn't think so. as stated, leona enjoys himself just as much as benvolio himself does, and from the looks and sounds of things it seems like these chains will do just that for the advisor. perhaps the true surprise is to know that leona hadn't actually done anything like that of the sort — not to the extent of ropes or chains, and certainly not where he were the one restrained. as experienced as he is, leona's impatience and hunger often doesn't leave much room for experimentation or flavor... leona's dominance is inherent, after all; it very rarely needs the use of props.
but don't make the mistake of thinking his agreement is tepid. from the way his hardness continues to press insistently against the soft roundness of benvolio's ass, "tepid" is the least from accurate to describe his reaction.
with a gentle touch usually reserved for the bedroom, leona lifts a hand to brush aside that long lock of blond hair, tucking it behind an ear the shell of which his fingers linger along. ]
Does that excite you, Benvolio? Knowing you'll soon have me at your mercy to do with whatever you please?
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[ benvolio's answer is shy and soft, just like the rest of him generally tends to be, but there's a pleased tilt to it β a slightly giddy undercurrent that upturns the end of his remark and makes him sound impossibly sweet. he can't help being pleased: he anticipated more questions, some pushback perhaps, but for leona to agree so readily is proof of his real trust in and love for his benvolio.
oh, forget work! in fact: screw work! smiling, benvolio rises from his seat, though not for long, and not sharply enough to disentangle himself from leona's hold. instead, he simply stands up so that he can turn around, sitting backwards in the chair such that he is facing leona while he sits in the prince's lap. he draws his arms around leona's neck, his smile turning into something of a sly smirk as he nuzzles his nose against the lion prince's. ]
I'm not just excited. I absolutely can't wait.
[ half-whispering, he ducks his head into leona's wild mane of silky hair, pressing a kiss to his neck. ]
Just imagining how gorgeous you'll look is getting me a little worked up...
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Just a little...? Well that won't do.
[ his hands find home again smoothing along the gentle planes of benvolio's body; up his back, through his soft hair, back down again to trace along the narrow dip of his waist and the delicate swell of his hips. his hands settle spread across the plump and perky ass he loves to dote on so much, recalling with every touch how well it sucks him in, swallows him whole. just a thought, and his already hard cock twitches in interest; to be sure, anyone who thinks leona isn't just as whipped for benvolio would be very, very wrong indeed. ]
Should I entice you further? Surely there's something more I can do.
[ a sentiment he hums in consideration, as if his hands weren't already working busily beneath them. slipping under the hem of benvolio's long robes, ducking under the waistband of his trousers — you know, the usual. grabbing handfuls of ass, skin to skin, caressing as if they were squirreled away in their private quarters, and not still tucked into benvolio's favorite little reading nook. ]
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[ benvolio sighs, though it's not in protest. his body relaxes in leona's hold, nuzzling still further into his neck, all the better to feel the prince's sensual body pressed against his own. the now-familiar feeling of leona's wide sturdy hands cupping and squeezing his ass to satisfaction β benvolio doesn't think he can ever get enough of it. he actually presses a bit more of himself into leona's palms, implicitly greedy, though he looks outwardly innocent what with his sweet blushing expression and angelic good looks.
much as he himself wants to pull leona's cock out of his pants to stroke and lick it to his satisfaction, benvolio also has good self-control β so he contents himself with stroking and flicking at leona's fluffy ears instead, half because he thinks they're adorable and half because he's quite certain that touching them is a bit of a turn-on for leona. (then again, what isn't? he seems to enjoy almost anything benvolio does to him.)
softly, he murmurs: ]
We'll have to be quiet in the library...
[ ...he's not sure if they're going to go all the way or just make out a little, but it seems like he's perfectly happy to have sex in his little reading nook after all? so scandalous. ]
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I think we can manage that.
[ he sounds so confident too, but he actually isn't sure. they both have a tendency to get quite caught up in their pleasure, after all, so the errant groan or moan or filthy murmur of someone's name is very likely to echo through the stacks... but it's not like leona particularly minds.
gently, he curls his hand around the base of benvolio's neck, holding the man steady as he leans in for a deep, passionate kiss. he spends his time building up the intensity, licking languidly along the interior of benvolio's sweet little mouth, letting their breaths grow in sync in their heaviness.
take take take; it's no surprise that between the two of them, leona is often the more assertive when it comes to seeking out what he wants. benvolio, despite having embraced his own desires, still gets muddled from time to time with silly things like propriety and morals, and so it is often leona who rushes head-first into the more salacious aspects of their relationship. it's nothing leona actually complains about, of course; but the fact remains that there are certain roles the both of them easily fill in, and so sometimes part of the excitement is switching things up a little... even though leona doesn't often like to exercise his restraint, every now and then it's especially exhilarating to wait and witness benvolio reach his own limit.
all this to say — kissing is all leona does. it is by no means an innocent or tepid kiss, but his hands remain where they are, simply holding his lover steady on his lap, devoting his full attention to re-memorizing the shape and feel and taste of benvolio's mouth. ]
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it's actually quite nice to just enjoy the haze of this for a while, the heady arousal without anything more. he's conscious only of leona's hot tongue against his own, leona's hands resting atop his hips, just below his waist. benvolio's hands tease his lover's ears for a time, then slide through his silky brown waves of hair; it's all very nice, very sensual, dreamy as a morning afterglow. so sweet. so good.
but even benvolio has his limits like any other man: after a good long while, the advisor shivers, his arousal at its highest peak as he finally realizes that he's getting impatient β that leona's made him this wanton. if he could just feel his lover's warm palms around his cock... ]
Leona, I want more...
[ he's the one who makes the first move then, hands slipping from leona's neck to his groin, tugging at the zipper of his jeans. benvolio handles leona's cock like precious treasure, delicately massaging him through his undergarments, slowly at first, and then harder, more insistent. still whispering, benvolio presses one more kiss to his lover's mouth, hooked on everything that makes leona so addictive to make love to: his green eyes, his good looks, the rumble of his voice. and the contrast of benvolio's milky fingers against leona's thick cock... ]
I want to play with you and watch you melt...
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of course i am
[ they'd just had a lovely round of phone sex, after all. sure, he'd been about to settle in for one of his many naps of the day, but there's no saying he can't have both. ]
but you know what playing with y ears does to me
is that something you're willing to deal with?
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Well, as I said...
I can be a little selfish too sometimes, can't I?
And every now and then
I really enjoy riling you up! π
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you always do enjoy being punished for your brazenness
[ almost as much as leona enjoys punishing him~ heh ]
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[ fortunately they're on the same page about this... ]
I'll come by in just a minute after I've finished some things here.
I won't keep you waiting for long, I promise.
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maybe you should enlighten me as to what you really mean because clearly i'm reading your words all wrong!
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Fine! Since you're being so purposely belligerent right now! You may only have 3 things on your mind at any given moment, but even you know what I'm saying!
[ ... ]
Maybe I shouldn't have been staring at other men so intently. I'll admit it, if I found out you were looking at anyone else, I would be in hysterics.
That was very indecent of me.
I should apologize to you.
[ ok but is he gonna,,, and not be a bitch about it,,, ]
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[ oh, sorry, was leona supposed to make this easier on riddle? no no the pettiness does not stop at the end of the argument, are you crazy ]
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I just have a lot to say.
[ ... ]
I understand why you're upset. I won't do this sort of thing ever again.
[ ...wait a goddamn second, riddle has an idea. ]
I just care about you so much. You're nothing but patient and sweet with me. I would never want to do anything to hurt you. You know that, don't you?
Please don't be mad at me...
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but on the other hand.
riddle...............
do u think ur slick?? ]
that's not an apology
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[ he did think he was slick......he used to... ]
I SAID I WAS WRONG DIDN'T I?! ISN'T THAT THE SAME THING?!
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is that an apology you yourself would accept?
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You're the sexiest, most gorgeous man I've ever seen in my life! I could stare at you all day and I still wouldn't be satisfied! That's how stunning you are!
I don't even want to think about being with anyone else. No one else is good enough or better suited for me. Neither of us should be concerned with tire-tossing, sweaty fools who don't know their way around the pitch!