[ "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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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... ]