[ whether leona knows it or not, that vulnerability is flickering behind the intensity of his gaze, which only makes benvolio love him all the more for it. he is trying very hard not to smile. he never thought that professing his love would have such a pronounced effect on the prince (whom he's well aware is selfish and vindictive at the best of times). it's much too sweet. he didn't say it expecting to be loved in return, but, trying to catch his breath, benvolio only smiles and presses one more kiss to leona's cheek. ]
I know, I know. I'm all yours. And only yours.
[ in a teasing tone, benvolio asks coyly: ]
What are you going to do with me? Now that I only belong to you.
[ the smile would have likely made leona's ears pin back, and his tail thrash petulantly. it's a vulnerable moment, despite how rough he's gotten, and a sentimental smile on his lover's face would have only embarrassed him... it's far easier to deal with the cheekiness that greets him instead, and so he latches onto it.
with a wild grin, leona readjusts his hold on the other so he can step away from the door and walk them towards one of his armchairs, sitting back so benvolio can perch neatly on his lap, and his own hands are free again to tug at a frilly shirt and roam beneath it. ]
First I'm going to mark up every inch of you so that that redheaded guard who keeps making eyes at you knows better than to even think about what's mine...
[ up until now, sharp glares and quiet warning looks had sufficed. but he'll hold back no longer! ]
Then after... [ hm. ] After I will tell my family I've decided to extend my assignment here.
What red-headed... Christophe? He's never made eyes at me! He just asks me how I'm doing sometimes!
[ well, from benvolio's point of view, sure. by any objective measure, christophe does tend to get a little boyish and stuttery around the slender blond montague whom everyone in the castle knows is verona's hardest worker, but it's probably nothing more than a harmless crush he'll never actually act upon. but that's not good enough for someone like leona, now is it? he needs to prove that benvolio belongs to him.
it's a good thing that leona is a little warmer than most people, or benvolio would be very huffy about that hand crawling up his shirt. as it is, it actually feels very pleasant, so he just mumbles "be careful with the buttons" while he squirms a little ticklishly in leona's hold. ]
Will they be all right with you staying here? I could write a very convincing letter if that would help your case...
[ being himself, benvolio naturally assumes that leona needs to secure permission rather than the far more likely alternative that leona is just going to casually disregard whatever the rulers of afterglow savanna have to say about it... ]
You could have pretended not to know his name... [ 😒 ] He flusters and fumbles when you're around, and then as soon as you walk away his eyes are on you like he's a starving man and you've got a rump roast in your pants. [ leona is not a fan! ]
As for my family, they're lucky I'm giving them any warning at all.
[ he slips his hands down over aforementioned rump roast, drawing their hips closer. ]
If it were up to me, I would just stay past my set date without bothering with any official word. It seems I'll be busy making sure my lover isn't unconsciously attracting the entire castle these days.
[ makes a mental note that leona is even more cute when he's sulking...
despite the comparison to a rump roast, which isn't exactly making benvolio feel sexy, he doesn't... entirely mind being felt up like a piece of meat by leona's wandering hands. honestly, when they're pressed up this close, he can't hide at all that he's slowly getting hard again, though he was planning to keep the visit rather chaste (when does sexting ever lead to anything chaste, benvolio?). ]
I'm telling you, it's not like that. What could he possibly be looking at when I've usually got my cloak on?
[ it might be time to experiment again... curious to poke and prod despite the bite mark he's already earned himself, benvolio reaches up and massages the base of one of leona's ears between his index and thumb. fluffy... ]
You're much more attractive and charming than he is, in any case.
Well obviously. [ please... that was never in question!
he gives an audible harrumph, but it's in response to the idea of christophe, and not anything benvolio's saying or doing. in fact, when that curious hand comes back up to fiddle with his ear, the beast prince merely shuts one eye (the one the ear being fondled is under), and though it looks like a wince there is no twinge of pain in his expression. in fact, his ears flatten, and his tail starts swishing around beneath them restlessly, but beneath leona's complaining there is unmistakably a low rumbling in leona's chest not unlike the beginning of a well-earned purr. ]
But I'm telling you your modesty is both your charm and your downfall. Your beauty may be quiet but it's unmatched, and to top it all of you've a good heart too. A man doesn't need to see much of anything to imagine.
[ ok but why is he continuing to sulk when he's plying benvolio with all these compliments... he rocks his hips up meaningfully, rubbing up into that growing arousal in encouragement. ]
[ oh? maybe this works better than the scritches? benvolio can't help it this time; he really does laugh under his breath. leona's sulking is just too cute, all the more so when his handsome face is pouting and that expressive tail is swishing and thumping against the armchair. one of these days benvolio will see how that tail of his reacts to being rubbed and fondled, too, but for the time being, he's content to add a second hand to his ministrations and start massaging both of leona's ears, just to see if he can get his lover purring even more loudly. (though, he supposes, the easier way to go about that might simply be to have several rounds of mind-melting sex. the aftersex purrs...) ]
Lucky for you then that I only want to spoil you, hmm?
[ still massaging both ears, he leans up and kisses leona full on the mouth again; benvolio is of course a less intense kisser than leona is when he initiates, but he's doing his best to make up for that by rubbing and rocking his hips a bit faster, working the friction between them into something much more satisfying than before. his voice is soft and cajoling. ]
You'll hoard me away from the world, and then you won't have to share me with anybody. Would you like that?
[ scritches... ear massages... they are two sides of the same coin, both a steady option to devolve the usually intimidating lion prince into a melted, mewling mess. it's shameful, really. absolutely disgraceful! and yet leona keeps leaning into the touches, knowing that if he must be reduced to nothing in the palm of someone's hands, it must only be in benvolio's, in the touch of someone who loves him. ]
I'm no dragon, [ he grumbles, still somehow putting up a good front of acting grumpy, despite the steadily increasing volume of his purrs. ]
I want the world to see you, [ he corrects. ] When you are covered in my marks, smelling like me... [ his hands curl possessively around benvolio's backside, and finally he is rocking his own hips forward, the stirring of his own arousal pressing insistently against the blonde's. ] I want the world to see you are mine.
Oh? Could have fooled me. You curl up around me so sweetly when we're done.
[ so very adorable... but given the choice between sweetness and sex, at this particular junction in time, benvolio will go with the latter option. ear massages can wait for later. he lets his hands drop to leona's shoulders, giving his body freely to the prince's touch. goodness, the way he handles benvolio's hips is always so lewd... ]
[ all this slander... right in front of his face. if there is a certain roughness to the way leona suddenly grabs hold of the back of benvolio's trousers and drags it down the plump curve of his ass? well, that's not his fault at all. he's merely responding to that unspoken challenge to prove how very not sweet and adorable he is, of course! ]
I think you mean you love it, don't you?
[ he huffs, ears unconsciously twitching in protest at the absence of attention. no matter, he turns his attention instead to his wandering hands; specifically one slipping down between the cleft of the advisor's naughty little rear, pressing the flat of his fingers against that heated, puckered skin. ]
[ even having his pants roughly pulled down his legs hasn't quite shaken that dreamy, affectionate glaze from benvolio's demeanor; he only wraps his arms around leona's neck and buries his nose still further into the prince's silky mane of hair. his body is quick to accept the fingers slipping inside of him, though; he murmurs indistinct words of encouragement, hips slowly sliding into leona's touch, eager for more. his newly freed cock nudges gently against leona's stomach, but he pays it no mind for the nonce. he knows he'll be spoiled — or rewarded, as leona might put it — in good time. ]
I love your hair and your ears and the way your tail flicks when you're angry...
[ there aren't very many things that would deter a beast like leona from indulging in his more primal desires, but admittedly the juxtaposition of fingering his lover's willing body while hearing something so sweet and sentimental... it's just a little jarring. really only because leona hasn't really ever had a relationship that evoked or involved such sentimentality in the first place.
so, gruff, he winds up displaying all the little things benvolio proclaims to love to much, despite himself. tail thumping away in protest, a mind of its own. ]
I'm clearly not distracting you enough if you can spare time to observe mundane things like that...
[ so cute... benvolio can't help but laugh once more at the sound of the steady thumping of leona's tail, but he snuggles closer, smug and happy. the sweet-faced blond isn't trying to ruin the mood, though, so he tries his best to restore it, kissing a slow and sensual path up leona's neck toward his jaw. a kittenish lap of his tongue along leona's jugular punctuates his shy exploration. ]
Distract me more, then. You're so very good at it.
[ benvolio has a soft and gentle voice even on his most exuberant days, but now, with only leona to hear him, his tone is low and sultry, even confident. this special brand of assertiveness is something that only the lion prince gets to see. ]
When you pleasure me to the point that I can't even think... I get so hooked on the way you make me feel...
[ the way leona's head tips to the side, allowing that sensual and curious journey of benvolio's mouth further space to explore. ]
To think, all this time you'd been denying yourself such pleasures... [ though, the unspoken understanding here is that, of course, nothing and no one would ever give benvolio quite the same kind of bliss that only leona can.
carefully, leona slips a hand between them, the one that hadn't yet moved from the delicate curve of benvolio's waist. finding the soft seam of benvolio's lips, leona gently pushes two of his fingers through, pushing down against a waiting tongue. ]
Hurry then, [ he purrs, right into benvolio's ear, ] get me nice and wet so I can open you up proper.
[ as eager as he might be to get inside benvolio now (if the insistent hardness pressing up against the man where he perches is of any indication) the lion prince knows better than to ruin the mood with unnecessary pain. ]
[ benvolio doesn't need to be told twice. his lips part with ease, tongue plush and wet against leona's fingers; he sucks them as eagerly as if they were the cock he's always so greedy to have, thoroughly coating them slick with his saliva. his lashes flutter when he pulls back and his gaze flicks upward toward leona's as if seeking his approval. look at how well you've trained me, he might whisper, if he wasn't busy licking the taste of leona's skin off his lips. see what i've become. ]
There... Good enough?
[ that purr right into the shell of his ear sent a thrill down his spine that is still lingering between his legs. abruptly, benvolio remembers that his hands aren't occupied. his clever fingers quickly free leona's cock of its cloth prison, then settle firmly on his base and shaft. a new fantasy has seized him; impulsively, he leans into it, speaks it aloud the way they often share their needs when they're texting. ]
One day... I want to give you an oil massage. Watch that beautiful body of yours glisten underneath my fingers... then suck you off when you've had enough of my hands...
[ his fine blue eyes are roving greedily over leona's warm skin now, openly and shamelessly longing for what's well within his reach, even as he begins to tease his lover's cock in earnest, rubbing over his slit and just under his head at a maddeningly slow pace. ]
Unless you'd rather throw me onto the bed and take me...?
[ those quick and clever hands are met with a briefly startled grunt from the lion prince, whose hips unconsciously buck up into the warmth he's suddenly offered. he pauses in his own ministrations to glance down briefly between them, breathing growing slightly shallow at both the sight and touch benvolio is offering him. precum already beads at the tip of his fat cockhead, ready for benvolio's greedy fingers to slide over, sweep up. how he throbs and twitches in his lover's hands is evidence enough of his approval of benvolio's dreamy offer. it hardly takes more than a half-second for leona's mind to suddenly be filled with the image of benvolio hovering between his legs, pretty lips wrapped around his dick as he fucks that filthy mouth silent.
jaw clenched, leona is quite vividly reminded he's not really half as patient as he likes to think he is at times. with renewed fervor, his hand continues to make that journey back down behind benvolio, quickly finding that awaiting entrance to make steady work of opening him up. later, should his lover complain, leona will insist he's the true victim here; how can a man, let alone a beastman, not unceremoniously shove two fingers two knuckles-deep into a man whispering such lewd things into his ear? he's helpless, you see. ]
I'm a prince, [ he states matter-of-factly. ] I can and I will have both.
[ his fingers scissor, then curve, seeking out the bundle of nerves he's memorized by now to properly punctuate his point. ]
[ good thing benvolio won't complain. clearly, he's into this — not only does he love those probing fingers at his backside, he's also hooked on the sheer thrill that tingles through his body whenever leona growls and asserts his dominance as a prince in that way that he does. he seems to melt in leona's arms, hips tipping up and outward to make it just that much easier for leona to fingerfuck him into senseless bliss. ]
Y-Yes, Your Highness — mmm, right there...
[ if he had the vocabulary to describe it, he might realize he's got a kink — but as it is, benvolio is simply a man who dedicated himself to a king who refused his throne and was disappointed in the aftermath. surely it's only natural that he'd gravitate toward another ruler in the making! someone who can truly conquer him.
worshipful, like a supplicant on his knees before a god, benvolio kisses and sucks gently at leona's neck while he's being loosened and readied for the magnificent cock in his hands; in a true feat of multitasking perfection, he manages to shuffle his trousers off entirely while his fingers sweep and swirl around the well-shaped head of leona's cock, pump him lazily once it's slick enough that benvolio's soft fingers can just glide over leona's thick shaft.
just looking at it makes the advisor ache for it inside of him. the impulse to say it aloud, to confess his sinful thoughts, seizes benvolio and doesn't let go. he laughs quietly against leona's shoulder, picking up the pace just slightly with his hand, but not enough that leona could come from it — he doesn't want his prince spilling anywhere but inside of him, after all. ]
You have such a perfect cock, Your Majesty...
[ there he is, playing the part of loyal, wheedling, endlessly flattering advisor. ]
[ "give as good as you get" is the name of the game here, where neither men seem content to let the other be without pleasure for too long. for every slick stroke of his cock, leona's fingers plunge deeper still into that tight hole, taking care to drag against that sensitive prostate each and every time. fortunately for them both, patience is not a virtue often acknowledged by leona, so it only takes a few moments more of this teasing before he's decided he's wants more.
benvolio is so supplicant and willing, it doesn't take much effort or maneuvering at all to replace his fingers with the very cock the blonde had been doting on just moments prior. with steady hands gripping along benvolio's ass, leona has got his tip positioned right at that puckered entrance, just waiting to be swallowed up. ]
Go on then... Show your king how much you love his cock.
[ sure... leona is no king, and from the looks of things he never will be. but that hardly matters here, in this bedroom, when benvolio has made it quite clear that his adoration can extend into such treason. here, it's just the two of them, happy to indulge in any exercise or abuse of authority. ]
[ benvolio's critical flaw as a lover, perhaps, is that he's not very good at riding his prince — but asking him to take leona's massive cock on his own is its own reward. the advisor is simply so sensitive, and so hungry for pleasure at all times, that he can't quite take the whole length at once by himself; all the sensations coursing through his body turn his movements halting and slow. it's why he comes so easily sometimes: when leona fucks him, he simply can't think about anything else.
still, benvolio tries his best, in this as with all things. it's a special kind of pleasure just to watch him, the way his narrow shoulders tighten and flex as he lowers his hips, his breaths shuddering as the thick head of leona's cock scrapes past his walls towards his sensitive prostate... he moans a little, has to stop a little, but he keeps pushing through it, even though his weight is starting to shake on his knees and all his long blond hair is starting to spill further down his spine from the way he has his head tilted back...
his spine snaps into a pretty arch as he finally takes leona's cock down to its base, and then he tries to pull up again, maddeningly slow though he's clearly trying to do it cleanly. ]
Th-There, see...? Like nothing — nothing else —
[his cockhead is pushing past benvolio's prostate again; the young noble moans, twitches helplessly, coming to a stop again as his insides squeeze tight around the cock now locked deep inside of him.]
[ "good" is such a subjective thing, isn't it? where some might see benvolio's fumbling and abortive gestures as lacking, leona cannot help but drink in every second like the addictive nectar it is. to delight in his lover's struggles is perhaps... too cruel to say, but it's perhaps the closest thing to accuracy at this point, when every pause, every gasp, every quiver of benvolio's supple little body just makes leona pulse even harder within him.
and such determination, too. that in itself is something to admire, isn't it? how much the advisor perseveres to get what he wants, even if he isn't quite so skilled enough to do it as confidently or smoothly as he would like... he'll find not a complaint from leona, at least, whose eyes haven't once bothered to blink throughout all this. he's hungry too, and far too greedy not to miss a single moment. if his gaze could leave marks, there would be trails of them all over benvolio's body, overlapping until not a single inch of that porcelain soft skin is left unmarred.
he hisses, he breathes deeply. he tries to quell the deep rumbling in his chest, but to no success. right now he is a barely contained ball of tension and restraint, resisting the animalistic instinct to pin benvolio down and fuck him until he's well and fully claimed again. ]
Me? [ he sounds both amused and incredulous. his hands have slipped around that slim little waist, gripping hard enough to bruise as he helps to guide that tight ass up and down along his cock. he can tell whenever he's hitting that spot inside his lover; of course he never hesitates to grind his hips up to make sure benvolio feels all the pressure there. ] I haven't even done anything yet.
[ or is that what's driving the blonde to madness? it's surely starting to get to leona himself, who suddenly regrets where he's perched and how restricted he is because of it. ]
[ he means to finish his thought, but leona's hands press him hard into a spot that makes him moan so sweetly that sounds almost like a mewl. benvolio's hands curl into fists atop the sheets as he starts to move his hips more desperately, still unskilled but more frantic now as his orgasm is starting to cloud the rest of his senses. oh, he knows that leona hasn't done anything yet, but it's about more than that. it's about the solid warmth of leona's body beneath his, his presence, the hands around benvolio's waist, the knowledge that leona could push him or pull him or haul him up, do any damn thing to benvolio he pleases, and the slender blond would take it, take all of it with utmost enthusiasm.
it's that knowledge that drives benvolio mad, but how does he even describe it out loud? ]
You're just so... s-so hot inside me, and underneath me, and I can hear you growling like you're about to snap —
[ involuntarily, his body flexes around leona's cock once more — nothing hard enough to truly constrict, just a pleasant, needy squeeze that demands satisfaction. still moving his hips as best he can, doing his best to ride smoothly even as he's in a haze of his own, benvolio rests his hands atop leona's, a lover's caress to the way his thumbs brush over the prince's knuckles. ]
And you're so big...
[ it's not a remark about leona's cock so much as all of the rest of him, but, well, who doesn't like to hear something so breathlessly whispered by a lover in bed? ]
[ who would have ever thought such filthy words could ever flow so freely from a mouth as sweet and innocent as benvolio's? not even leona, who has prided himself on his perceptiveness more than once, could have accurately foretold how easily benvolio would give into such debauchery. but trust he's hardly complaining about it. in truth, every reverently uttered word is like another spike of heat that pulses through the beastman's already overwarmed body. how his hips arch up desperately to press deeper still into his lover's body, wishing for any space between them to be simply nonexistent.
sadly, there is not much leona can do in this current position. too greedy himself not to allow himself to lean back and get the leverage he needs to buck up into that tight heat, because he's far too preoccupied doting kiss upon kiss along the expanse of fair skin that slopes over the curve of benvolio's collar, his shoulders. his hands he keeps gripping tight along those delicate hips, coaxing them as they rut and rock in seeking out their pleasure. ]
You take me so well, [ comes his low, approving response. half-groan, half-growl, like the beastman he is. all he can do is rock up to punctuate each kiss and bite he gives, but he takes care to make sure each time presses up against that spot benvolio loves so much. ]
But look at you, so hungry... Are you sure you can't take even more?
[ without another word he slips one hand around to span across the swell of one of benvolio's cheeks. here his large hand squeezes, gropes, pulling and spreading until a single finger slips down, between that cleft his cock already spreads wide with its girth. curious still that digit teases along the stretched skin there, gently working its way in to join leona's cock as he rocks upward, in. ]
[ he swears his ass can't stretch any further, he swears he'll break if he has to take anything more than the generous girth of leona's thick cock, but still, still, the prince manages to wriggle one more finger past his entrance, stretching his advisor's sweet little hole even wider. truthfully, with enough patience, leona might even be able to manage quite a lot more; benvolio's hips don't stop bucking, even with this new intrusion, and one particularly uneven jolt of his hips takes that single digit down to the knuckle, pressed up where benvolio wants it to be.
his mouth may protest, but his body doesn't. he's fallen more into a rhythm now, hips bucking faster and faster, encouraged by the weight of leona's palm squeezing his waist. he feels like he's stretched too far, though, and he can't help the frightened little irrational thought that leona might lose interest in him if he's too loose (never mind that that's not what happens to his body) — it's why he keeps saying no though what he wants to say is yes, and it all gets mixed up inside of him as — ]
You can't, I c-can't — oh, yes, yes, right there —
[ leona's cock grinds into his sweet spot one more time, and then benvolio shudders and comes, spurting and dripping over leona's thighs in delicious surrender. ]
[ leona watches, enraptured, as benvolio gives into his bliss. his eyes drink in the pretty shape of benvolio's mouth as he cries out, then dip down to watch that sweet little cock twitch and quiver with every release. his hand comes around to curl around it belatedly, gently stroking his lover through the last few seconds of his orgasm. ]
There you are... good boy...
[ leona's low murmur of praise comes out deeply pleased, reverberating along with his content purrs. these purrs he allows to come out loud, clearly meant to soothe and coax his lover down from the high of what was clearly a pretty intense orgasm. gentle hands lift and settle benvolio down as leona shifts so that he can settle his knees along the mattress. not once do they part enough that leona's cock (still hard, pulsing, ready) can slip out of him but for the moment, that isn't the lion prince's main concern. carefully, leona brushes some of benvolio's gold-blond hair away from his face, the gesture like tender little pets. one would think all this softness is an attempt to soothe the other into sleep, but not more then a handful of seconds later the prince is rocking his hips forward, pressing his need deeper into benvolio with a clear meaning: he is far from done. ]
[ every now and then — when he's especially into their lovemaking, maybe, or else if the orgasm is earth-shattering enough — benvolio becomes... different after he's come once. sweeter, maybe. sluttier. open in every way, eager to talk about how good leona is making him feel. despite the way his lashes are fluttering, he's clearly not ready to sleep, either; he braces his arms against the mattress, lifting his hips eagerly to meet leona's even as he's riding out the last resonant waves of his release. ]
Nnnn, so — so good...
[ the lion prince's deep, soothing purrs are just icing on the cake of what is already proving to be a very good evening. benvolio's whole body is slack and relaxed, though he remains deliciously hot and tight around leona's cock; soft, pleased moans escape him each time his lover moves inside of him, thrusting in deep, and his expression has transformed into something openly, impossibly lewd. eyes glazed over with pleasure, lips parted, cheeks flushed — only leona could turn him into something this lascivious. ]
The second fuck — always feels better than the first — mmm...
[ the way he's looking at leona over his shoulder — it's as if nothing else matters to him. such an angelic face, so desecrated... ]
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I know, I know. I'm all yours. And only yours.
[ in a teasing tone, benvolio asks coyly: ]
What are you going to do with me? Now that I only belong to you.
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with a wild grin, leona readjusts his hold on the other so he can step away from the door and walk them towards one of his armchairs, sitting back so benvolio can perch neatly on his lap, and his own hands are free again to tug at a frilly shirt and roam beneath it. ]
First I'm going to mark up every inch of you so that that redheaded guard who keeps making eyes at you knows better than to even think about what's mine...
[ up until now, sharp glares and quiet warning looks had sufficed. but he'll hold back no longer! ]
Then after... [ hm. ] After I will tell my family I've decided to extend my assignment here.
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[ well, from benvolio's point of view, sure. by any objective measure, christophe does tend to get a little boyish and stuttery around the slender blond montague whom everyone in the castle knows is verona's hardest worker, but it's probably nothing more than a harmless crush he'll never actually act upon. but that's not good enough for someone like leona, now is it? he needs to prove that benvolio belongs to him.
it's a good thing that leona is a little warmer than most people, or benvolio would be very huffy about that hand crawling up his shirt. as it is, it actually feels very pleasant, so he just mumbles "be careful with the buttons" while he squirms a little ticklishly in leona's hold. ]
Will they be all right with you staying here? I could write a very convincing letter if that would help your case...
[ being himself, benvolio naturally assumes that leona needs to secure permission rather than the far more likely alternative that leona is just going to casually disregard whatever the rulers of afterglow savanna have to say about it... ]
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As for my family, they're lucky I'm giving them any warning at all.
[ he slips his hands down over aforementioned rump roast, drawing their hips closer. ]
If it were up to me, I would just stay past my set date without bothering with any official word. It seems I'll be busy making sure my lover isn't unconsciously attracting the entire castle these days.
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despite the comparison to a rump roast, which isn't exactly making benvolio feel sexy, he doesn't... entirely mind being felt up like a piece of meat by leona's wandering hands. honestly, when they're pressed up this close, he can't hide at all that he's slowly getting hard again, though he was planning to keep the visit rather chaste (when does sexting ever lead to anything chaste, benvolio?). ]
I'm telling you, it's not like that. What could he possibly be looking at when I've usually got my cloak on?
[ it might be time to experiment again... curious to poke and prod despite the bite mark he's already earned himself, benvolio reaches up and massages the base of one of leona's ears between his index and thumb. fluffy... ]
You're much more attractive and charming than he is, in any case.
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Well obviously. [ please... that was never in question!
he gives an audible harrumph, but it's in response to the idea of christophe, and not anything benvolio's saying or doing. in fact, when that curious hand comes back up to fiddle with his ear, the beast prince merely shuts one eye (the one the ear being fondled is under), and though it looks like a wince there is no twinge of pain in his expression. in fact, his ears flatten, and his tail starts swishing around beneath them restlessly, but beneath leona's complaining there is unmistakably a low rumbling in leona's chest not unlike the beginning of a well-earned purr. ]
But I'm telling you your modesty is both your charm and your downfall. Your beauty may be quiet but it's unmatched, and to top it all of you've a good heart too. A man doesn't need to see much of anything to imagine.
[ ok but why is he continuing to sulk when he's plying benvolio with all these compliments... he rocks his hips up meaningfully, rubbing up into that growing arousal in encouragement. ]
What man wouldn't want to keep you for himself?
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Lucky for you then that I only want to spoil you, hmm?
[ still massaging both ears, he leans up and kisses leona full on the mouth again; benvolio is of course a less intense kisser than leona is when he initiates, but he's doing his best to make up for that by rubbing and rocking his hips a bit faster, working the friction between them into something much more satisfying than before. his voice is soft and cajoling. ]
You'll hoard me away from the world, and then you won't have to share me with anybody. Would you like that?
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I'm no dragon, [ he grumbles, still somehow putting up a good front of acting grumpy, despite the steadily increasing volume of his purrs. ]
I want the world to see you, [ he corrects. ] When you are covered in my marks, smelling like me... [ his hands curl possessively around benvolio's backside, and finally he is rocking his own hips forward, the stirring of his own arousal pressing insistently against the blonde's. ] I want the world to see you are mine.
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[ so very adorable... but given the choice between sweetness and sex, at this particular junction in time, benvolio will go with the latter option. ear massages can wait for later. he lets his hands drop to leona's shoulders, giving his body freely to the prince's touch. goodness, the way he handles benvolio's hips is always so lewd... ]
Mark me more, then. I like being yours.
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I think you mean you love it, don't you?
[ he huffs, ears unconsciously twitching in protest at the absence of attention. no matter, he turns his attention instead to his wandering hands; specifically one slipping down between the cleft of the advisor's naughty little rear, pressing the flat of his fingers against that heated, puckered skin. ]
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[ even having his pants roughly pulled down his legs hasn't quite shaken that dreamy, affectionate glaze from benvolio's demeanor; he only wraps his arms around leona's neck and buries his nose still further into the prince's silky mane of hair. his body is quick to accept the fingers slipping inside of him, though; he murmurs indistinct words of encouragement, hips slowly sliding into leona's touch, eager for more. his newly freed cock nudges gently against leona's stomach, but he pays it no mind for the nonce. he knows he'll be spoiled — or rewarded, as leona might put it — in good time. ]
I love your hair and your ears and the way your tail flicks when you're angry...
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so, gruff, he winds up displaying all the little things benvolio proclaims to love to much, despite himself. tail thumping away in protest, a mind of its own. ]
I'm clearly not distracting you enough if you can spare time to observe mundane things like that...
[ hmph. ]
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Distract me more, then. You're so very good at it.
[ benvolio has a soft and gentle voice even on his most exuberant days, but now, with only leona to hear him, his tone is low and sultry, even confident. this special brand of assertiveness is something that only the lion prince gets to see. ]
When you pleasure me to the point that I can't even think... I get so hooked on the way you make me feel...
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To think, all this time you'd been denying yourself such pleasures... [ though, the unspoken understanding here is that, of course, nothing and no one would ever give benvolio quite the same kind of bliss that only leona can.
carefully, leona slips a hand between them, the one that hadn't yet moved from the delicate curve of benvolio's waist. finding the soft seam of benvolio's lips, leona gently pushes two of his fingers through, pushing down against a waiting tongue. ]
Hurry then, [ he purrs, right into benvolio's ear, ] get me nice and wet so I can open you up proper.
[ as eager as he might be to get inside benvolio now (if the insistent hardness pressing up against the man where he perches is of any indication) the lion prince knows better than to ruin the mood with unnecessary pain. ]
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There... Good enough?
[ that purr right into the shell of his ear sent a thrill down his spine that is still lingering between his legs. abruptly, benvolio remembers that his hands aren't occupied. his clever fingers quickly free leona's cock of its cloth prison, then settle firmly on his base and shaft. a new fantasy has seized him; impulsively, he leans into it, speaks it aloud the way they often share their needs when they're texting. ]
One day... I want to give you an oil massage. Watch that beautiful body of yours glisten underneath my fingers... then suck you off when you've had enough of my hands...
[ his fine blue eyes are roving greedily over leona's warm skin now, openly and shamelessly longing for what's well within his reach, even as he begins to tease his lover's cock in earnest, rubbing over his slit and just under his head at a maddeningly slow pace. ]
Unless you'd rather throw me onto the bed and take me...?
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jaw clenched, leona is quite vividly reminded he's not really half as patient as he likes to think he is at times. with renewed fervor, his hand continues to make that journey back down behind benvolio, quickly finding that awaiting entrance to make steady work of opening him up. later, should his lover complain, leona will insist he's the true victim here; how can a man, let alone a beastman, not unceremoniously shove two fingers two knuckles-deep into a man whispering such lewd things into his ear? he's helpless, you see. ]
I'm a prince, [ he states matter-of-factly. ] I can and I will have both.
[ his fingers scissor, then curve, seeking out the bundle of nerves he's memorized by now to properly punctuate his point. ]
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Y-Yes, Your Highness — mmm, right there...
[ if he had the vocabulary to describe it, he might realize he's got a kink — but as it is, benvolio is simply a man who dedicated himself to a king who refused his throne and was disappointed in the aftermath. surely it's only natural that he'd gravitate toward another ruler in the making! someone who can truly conquer him.
worshipful, like a supplicant on his knees before a god, benvolio kisses and sucks gently at leona's neck while he's being loosened and readied for the magnificent cock in his hands; in a true feat of multitasking perfection, he manages to shuffle his trousers off entirely while his fingers sweep and swirl around the well-shaped head of leona's cock, pump him lazily once it's slick enough that benvolio's soft fingers can just glide over leona's thick shaft.
just looking at it makes the advisor ache for it inside of him. the impulse to say it aloud, to confess his sinful thoughts, seizes benvolio and doesn't let go. he laughs quietly against leona's shoulder, picking up the pace just slightly with his hand, but not enough that leona could come from it — he doesn't want his prince spilling anywhere but inside of him, after all. ]
You have such a perfect cock, Your Majesty...
[ there he is, playing the part of loyal, wheedling, endlessly flattering advisor. ]
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benvolio is so supplicant and willing, it doesn't take much effort or maneuvering at all to replace his fingers with the very cock the blonde had been doting on just moments prior. with steady hands gripping along benvolio's ass, leona has got his tip positioned right at that puckered entrance, just waiting to be swallowed up. ]
Go on then... Show your king how much you love his cock.
[ sure... leona is no king, and from the looks of things he never will be. but that hardly matters here, in this bedroom, when benvolio has made it quite clear that his adoration can extend into such treason. here, it's just the two of them, happy to indulge in any exercise or abuse of authority. ]
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still, benvolio tries his best, in this as with all things. it's a special kind of pleasure just to watch him, the way his narrow shoulders tighten and flex as he lowers his hips, his breaths shuddering as the thick head of leona's cock scrapes past his walls towards his sensitive prostate... he moans a little, has to stop a little, but he keeps pushing through it, even though his weight is starting to shake on his knees and all his long blond hair is starting to spill further down his spine from the way he has his head tilted back...
his spine snaps into a pretty arch as he finally takes leona's cock down to its base, and then he tries to pull up again, maddeningly slow though he's clearly trying to do it cleanly. ]
Th-There, see...? Like nothing — nothing else —
[his cockhead is pushing past benvolio's prostate again; the young noble moans, twitches helplessly, coming to a stop again as his insides squeeze tight around the cock now locked deep inside of him.]
Leona, you drive me mad...
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and such determination, too. that in itself is something to admire, isn't it? how much the advisor perseveres to get what he wants, even if he isn't quite so skilled enough to do it as confidently or smoothly as he would like... he'll find not a complaint from leona, at least, whose eyes haven't once bothered to blink throughout all this. he's hungry too, and far too greedy not to miss a single moment. if his gaze could leave marks, there would be trails of them all over benvolio's body, overlapping until not a single inch of that porcelain soft skin is left unmarred.
he hisses, he breathes deeply. he tries to quell the deep rumbling in his chest, but to no success. right now he is a barely contained ball of tension and restraint, resisting the animalistic instinct to pin benvolio down and fuck him until he's well and fully claimed again. ]
Me? [ he sounds both amused and incredulous. his hands have slipped around that slim little waist, gripping hard enough to bruise as he helps to guide that tight ass up and down along his cock. he can tell whenever he's hitting that spot inside his lover; of course he never hesitates to grind his hips up to make sure benvolio feels all the pressure there. ] I haven't even done anything yet.
[ or is that what's driving the blonde to madness? it's surely starting to get to leona himself, who suddenly regrets where he's perched and how restricted he is because of it. ]
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[ he means to finish his thought, but leona's hands press him hard into a spot that makes him moan so sweetly that sounds almost like a mewl. benvolio's hands curl into fists atop the sheets as he starts to move his hips more desperately, still unskilled but more frantic now as his orgasm is starting to cloud the rest of his senses. oh, he knows that leona hasn't done anything yet, but it's about more than that. it's about the solid warmth of leona's body beneath his, his presence, the hands around benvolio's waist, the knowledge that leona could push him or pull him or haul him up, do any damn thing to benvolio he pleases, and the slender blond would take it, take all of it with utmost enthusiasm.
it's that knowledge that drives benvolio mad, but how does he even describe it out loud? ]
You're just so... s-so hot inside me, and underneath me, and I can hear you growling like you're about to snap —
[ involuntarily, his body flexes around leona's cock once more — nothing hard enough to truly constrict, just a pleasant, needy squeeze that demands satisfaction. still moving his hips as best he can, doing his best to ride smoothly even as he's in a haze of his own, benvolio rests his hands atop leona's, a lover's caress to the way his thumbs brush over the prince's knuckles. ]
And you're so big...
[ it's not a remark about leona's cock so much as all of the rest of him, but, well, who doesn't like to hear something so breathlessly whispered by a lover in bed? ]
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sadly, there is not much leona can do in this current position. too greedy himself not to allow himself to lean back and get the leverage he needs to buck up into that tight heat, because he's far too preoccupied doting kiss upon kiss along the expanse of fair skin that slopes over the curve of benvolio's collar, his shoulders. his hands he keeps gripping tight along those delicate hips, coaxing them as they rut and rock in seeking out their pleasure. ]
You take me so well, [ comes his low, approving response. half-groan, half-growl, like the beastman he is. all he can do is rock up to punctuate each kiss and bite he gives, but he takes care to make sure each time presses up against that spot benvolio loves so much. ]
But look at you, so hungry... Are you sure you can't take even more?
[ without another word he slips one hand around to span across the swell of one of benvolio's cheeks. here his large hand squeezes, gropes, pulling and spreading until a single finger slips down, between that cleft his cock already spreads wide with its girth. curious still that digit teases along the stretched skin there, gently working its way in to join leona's cock as he rocks upward, in. ]
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[ he swears his ass can't stretch any further, he swears he'll break if he has to take anything more than the generous girth of leona's thick cock, but still, still, the prince manages to wriggle one more finger past his entrance, stretching his advisor's sweet little hole even wider. truthfully, with enough patience, leona might even be able to manage quite a lot more; benvolio's hips don't stop bucking, even with this new intrusion, and one particularly uneven jolt of his hips takes that single digit down to the knuckle, pressed up where benvolio wants it to be.
his mouth may protest, but his body doesn't. he's fallen more into a rhythm now, hips bucking faster and faster, encouraged by the weight of leona's palm squeezing his waist. he feels like he's stretched too far, though, and he can't help the frightened little irrational thought that leona might lose interest in him if he's too loose (never mind that that's not what happens to his body) — it's why he keeps saying no though what he wants to say is yes, and it all gets mixed up inside of him as — ]
You can't, I c-can't — oh, yes, yes, right there —
[ leona's cock grinds into his sweet spot one more time, and then benvolio shudders and comes, spurting and dripping over leona's thighs in delicious surrender. ]
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There you are... good boy...
[ leona's low murmur of praise comes out deeply pleased, reverberating along with his content purrs. these purrs he allows to come out loud, clearly meant to soothe and coax his lover down from the high of what was clearly a pretty intense orgasm. gentle hands lift and settle benvolio down as leona shifts so that he can settle his knees along the mattress. not once do they part enough that leona's cock (still hard, pulsing, ready) can slip out of him but for the moment, that isn't the lion prince's main concern. carefully, leona brushes some of benvolio's gold-blond hair away from his face, the gesture like tender little pets. one would think all this softness is an attempt to soothe the other into sleep, but not more then a handful of seconds later the prince is rocking his hips forward, pressing his need deeper into benvolio with a clear meaning: he is far from done. ]
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Nnnn, so — so good...
[ the lion prince's deep, soothing purrs are just icing on the cake of what is already proving to be a very good evening. benvolio's whole body is slack and relaxed, though he remains deliciously hot and tight around leona's cock; soft, pleased moans escape him each time his lover moves inside of him, thrusting in deep, and his expression has transformed into something openly, impossibly lewd. eyes glazed over with pleasure, lips parted, cheeks flushed — only leona could turn him into something this lascivious. ]
The second fuck — always feels better than the first — mmm...
[ the way he's looking at leona over his shoulder — it's as if nothing else matters to him. such an angelic face, so desecrated... ]