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[ it'd be a relief if leona gave him any true reprieve, but it just leaves him feeling far too aware of the other's preferred room temperature even as the beastman makes his way back up, eliciting a sharp gasp at the attention (and re-attention) to his chest, a sweet scowl marring his features. ]

I'm not--

[ not cute, he wants to say, but the words are swallowed as swiftly as his next breath is and he returns the kiss just as eagerly as before -- moreso now with fire running in his veins, arms coming back to hold leona in place and to bring himself up more. leona can taste the same blood he did, and despite his sore tongue kaname is fascinated, enamored, thrilled by this new thing too, tilting his head to deepen it as the other'd done earlier.

while he'll acquiesce to experience and leona's desires, he won't shy away from actually being able to do something right now... and if there's any chase to be had he'll give it enthusiastically, because he won't let the other fret over a little wound of his own making. ]

[ easy to shut him up, and the taste of blood is... surprising. did he accidentally bite his tongue? maybe his lip, or perhaps he chewed his cheek a little too hard? no matter. it's coppery and he loves it. it's not his first time having it directly from another's mouth, but this is... softer. sweeter. maybe kaname's just made of sugar. he looks like it... way more resilient. so maybe like taffy? yeah. not that he's going to be chewing him roughly like he would the sticky stuff, as he drags his tongue over the other's and allows another rumble from his chest to emanate.

pushing kaname's boundaries are also pushing his own. he knows what feels good, but he also knows who he is. there is an internal struggle. his desire to keep kaname safe... maybe it'll ground him. reinforce his mental.

so leona is... slow. even though his heart is racing and everything is telling him to be brash and impulsive, to make this experience a painful lasting memory... he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.

with that in mind, he reaches down. he's deliberate when he palms over that space below where he left his original path, continuing lower, resting the weight of his hand over kaname's crotch. he has to see the reaction before he takes any further. ]

[ the rumble tells him he's doing something right in his learning efforts, which is its own pleasure and reward, and kaname relishes in it, basks proudly, runs his tongue carefully over leona's pronounced canines and shivers at the thought of them sinking in. even at them scraping enough to leave long lines against his skin, be it piercing or not -- he thinks it's attractive in theory.

what he knows he definitely likes, as much as it clearly startles him, is leona's hand against him, because kaname hadn't realized how much he needed or wanted it there until it was, just like how he hadn't known just how much he wanted to be kissed until now.

maybe he knows what it means to feel a little shame now, because the whine he lets slip into their kiss feels embarrassing after the fact; just as is how his body shivers with anticipation of more, drawing back just enough to nip at leona's mouth and his jaw, encouraging in every way. fear has fled and in its place is a new hunger, again and again and again. ]

[ kaname's doing everything right by simply being himself. isn't that amazing? it's making his body ache with something when he feels another tongue that isn't his own touch those broader, sharper teeth. his next breath is the hottest one yet. tension is building from the tip of his tail up to his ears, and it's the kind he's become very familiar with. it pools in his stomach and then sinks lower and that heat is just everywhere in his body.

it's different than what he's had before here. that was lust. a dam bursting.

this is...

...

he gropes. he's insistent now. it's what kaname wants, he knows that. he's not... if it makes him feel good? if it gives him the attention he deserves? then yeah. he's going to encourage it. make parts of him stir that he's never prioritized before.

because leona definitely is. ]

[ not once has someone ever touched him like this. that goes for a great many things today, but it doesn't lessen the fire rolling across his body and searing every muscle in its warpath, doesn't lessen the heady moan of leona's name as the hardness is more apparent with his touches, how his body wants more as it arches against the other.

his clothes feel too many again, when he just wants to feel leona's bare palm someplace new and more exciting than this because it's just barely enough and not enough at the same time. it's giving him the friction he needs but restrains him just so, though if leona persists kaname's breath will get shorter as he edges closer to a release only the other's been able to offer him here.

he'll hate the mess though, it won't be good to go home with, but maybe that'll be a point in keeping him here. kaname can qualify and categorize once his head is clear, but all he can think of right now is how best to get quench the fire lapping at his reddened skin. ]

[ then leona will be proud to be kaname's first in this regard... how lucky is he to have the blessings of a prince? to be coveted by someone with royal blood, even if he doesn't necessarily like having it. though it definitely confers upon him some benefits others simply can't have...

it's easy to get rid of the other's pants and undergarments. he's not really thinking about them as barriers when one hand slips underneath them both and gives them both a sharp tug to get them around his ankles or to the floor. his own are also getting the quick kick aside. he's not going to let kaname be the only one in the nude. besides--- it gives him more to look at when they're not staring into each other's eyes.

in this position, however? he can stroke themselves together. flesh against flesh, a broad hand circling them both, something that won't involve potentially hurting kaname...

he pulls away from the kiss, to lick at the corner of the boy's lips. to nose his nose, bump foreheads again. ]

[ they're definitely barriers to kaname, ones swiftly taken care of and replaced with something-- somethings new, squirming a little before it rings as appreciative in his mind and he lets it be, working the rest of his off and rests back into the bed as the smoother motion continues.

the break of a kiss is more than he knows he needs, the licks and bumps oddly cute in the heated moment, and kaname hums as he closes his eyes, nuzzling leona's cheek and then past it to scrape his teeth against the higher part of his neck, doing what the other'd done to him and sucking lightly as little breathy noises accompany it, in rhythm with the strokes as only someone versed in music can perfect.

maybe it won't be as obvious on leona, not the way it is on kaname, but it's still something that felt good to him and the hair against his face is nice in its own way, the scent comforting as it is intoxicating. he wants to earn those rumbles, the purrs and reactionary actions he can cause. especially the closer he is, teeth harder in his skin as a shudder rips through him.

while he might be the furthest thing from the other's own standing-- the care shown won't be lost on him, since it's the thing that'll make this first time stand out so much in his mind, from beginning to this end, the prologue of their time together to the epilogue yet to be written.

of course he comes first, but he'll insistently gnaw on leona given the chance, even if it's slower and lazier like a cat with its favorite meal. ]

[ kaname's ministrations don't go unrewarded. it even catches him by surprise; who knew this little housecat would be willing to test his teeth on leona's skin? he doesn't just like it. he loves it. why won't more try to go for his throat? the answer is very obvious; he holds a certain kind of intimidation that some can't approach without some level of apprehension.

but kaname doesn't have that and leona loves it.

standing has never been a part of his vocabulary. he despises it. a title, an assumed position. it infuriates him. let one's merit show through their actions, through what they can do rather than what they might do. what he sees in kaname and from his admittance is something he... understands. maybe better than anyone else.

he hopes that he can feel it with every stroke. every squeeze. every pump. his pace is starting to accelerate, fingers dragging against the head and over the ridge, down the shaft...

the arousal is palpable. the air is heavy with their combined efforts. not too hard, but he's becoming rougher and more eager after every jerky movement. ]

[ the more eager leona becomes, the more eager kaname does in response -- he's a reactive person by nature, usually lashing out with claws or with a hissing comment that drives a tense situation into a spat, it's rarely "reactive" in a good way since he'd never had the chance at it growing up without his mother... but he's been easing into it more, or trying to anyway, becoming used to the ways others approach him with no intentions of his downfall (as so many did prior to his coming here, their burning gazes becoming simple memory in the wake of kinder, warmer ones) or speak on equal terms with him as rivals, as people with merits of their own, as equals and... as friends, in some cases.

some may say he's becoming honest with his feelings and reacting appropriately. but kaname's simply becoming used to being loved and cherished in a way he hadn't through the past decade of his life, and though it makes him feel unbalanced and uneasy... he does like it, does yearn for it, keeps his claws out just in case but doesn't use them on the few people he trusts the sincerity of and seeks them out when he wants a token of affection or more. others might get their hand clawed at or kaname would snap away with a biting comment, but for the few on a growing list he'd endure, he'd enjoy, content in trusting them with such a delicate matter.

not that anyone knows this.

in fact, he might be called contradictory because of it -- but no such contradiction lies here right now. leona treats him well and kaname mirrors it. kisses returned with a fever that betrays his desire to want and be wanted. touches he welcomes, trusting the other not to hurt him and being proven right. his body moves without his thoughtful consent, without plans or overthinking, and while it might not be something he only feels with leona it is right now, and it'll be something he marks down as safe and good.

such an upbringing makes it harder for feelings to reach him too of course. but there's an inkling of leona's feelings, steadily dripping in past kaname's less physical barriers, and it's rare to find someone who might understand. still he won't be too open about such a shameful past he bears, but every action and reaction is born from that cruelty nonetheless, and maybe one day the people kaname trusts (the people he loves in his own fumbling way) will learn and understand it, will accept him regardless and pet his head.

it's all too much thought for thoughtless actions, how he's emboldened by leona's touch and reactions to mark harder and more, (this moment is his, if nothing else in this room belongs to him,) how he can't think of anything but the physical sensations centered in one spot but echoing across the rest of his body, his chest hurts with the shortness of air but it doesn't feel bad, it doesn't, he doesn't dislike it, it's exciting and he's eager to keep up and add to it, be it by his actions or the noises that denote his pleasure, short sweet things that only multiply the longer this goes on. he's a chatty housecat in every way, and he really won't last compared to leona in any way -- not as a first timer, not being so reactive and excited. ]

[ he's not thinking with his small brain right now, though it's certainly taking a forward position very soon. after all--- he craves release and doing it with kaname... it's a very intimate thing, isn't it? every sense is being entertained all at once; from the sound of slick skin rubbing against each other to the taste of kaname's saliva and the trace amounts of blood in it... to the feeling, to the familiar and heady aroma of sex, and the sight of kaname below him... he's practically on fire.

perhaps, as this cat continues to paw and scratch and fight, leona will be there to enable it. to make him learn a different kind of selfishness. the kind that can save him. the kind that will let him follow a different path that doesn't end in pain and agony for those who love him. for those who know him. it never hurts to learn how to love oneself. in his world, of eat or be eaten, being able to do that... it can save you. not just from predators, but from yourself.

maybe... he can do that. somehow.

for now though? he's more than content to just... see where they can go together. enjoy the thrill of an approaching climax, tension reaching a point of no return. inevitability surging through his veins, displacing blood, leaving him slightly lightheaded. his breath catching in his throat, the feeling of a bead of sweat sliding down his brow... this is not some low effort. he's not phoning it in. ]

Y-Yodaka...

[ his voice is hoarse with restraint but there's no stopping it now. another pump with his hand, and then he squeezes firmly before pulling up and back and he comes. a mess, hot and sticky, spurting on the other's stomach, dripping and flowing down. his desperate jerking is aided, rewarded by his leavings. ]

[ the name seals something in his mind, vaguely aware of it as he is: "yodaka" is allowed this. "kaname" is not.

but it's only a momentary thought as his own carries through and the sound remains muffled against teeth and skin, but the difference in the two of them is once the heat dies down (splattered against his stomach, revolting but rewarding) kaname loosens his grip on leona and turns his head away with short pants as he tries to swim through the haze of his still-clouded mind, hands dragging nails lazily against his skin as just something to do with them.

he never could keep his hands still, after all. the biggest tell of any excess energy, of nerves and excitement. ]

... So this is... other stuff, [ he mumbles, distantly aware that he isn't thinking it to himself. ] Fun.

[ fun. dangerous, considering how he's craving it again, that man was right that you shouldn't do it willy-nilly -- but he isn't going to have the pleasure of being right, kaname isn't saying a word of it to him ever, he's going to content himself to turning a startlingly fond gaze back to leona and kissing his lightly. hello. enjoy the brief openness while you can, he's trying to nab a little affection. ]

Very fun.

[ it's the equivalent of slipping into a sauna after a long run, his entire body finally calming down. he doesn't immediately clean off the evidence of their fun. not yet, even though it'll certainly cool and be less acceptable to leave there. it's okay. he won't let kaname wear it for too long...

the kiss feels just as good, if not better, than the ones from before. as he looks at kaname's chest, he sees that ring of teeth marks still appearing bright and red but less angry. it's still a pleasant reminder of what they've done. what they can continue to do. ]

There's more, but... [ he returns the kiss. ] ... 'm sure you can figure it out. Just didn't wanna overwhelm ya.

[ you're too kind for him, is what he thinks. why would anyone want to love a future not-king. ]

[ this was the non-overwhelming option... kaname scowls a little at himself and scoots back, slowly, to sit up and look himself over. mm. mmmmm.

... mmmmmmmm. ]

I thought you'd put more on me.

[ not that he's disappointed, necessarily, and he pushes his hair behind his ear habitually; as always, the shorter strands fall back to where they were, and he hums in disapproval at the mess before kissing leona again, hand coming up to trace his cheek, his neck, his shoulder. ]

You should. [ is what he decides. ] I like how it felt.

[ that leona wanted to, so casually agreed, on a worthless idol who was little more than a mask to everyone he spoke to. ]

Next time it might not be on ya at all.

[ and now he cleans him off. one hand to wipe it away, before then brushing it off on the edge of his sheets. he finally has a reason to wash them! incredible. not like he can get all of it, kaname's just going to have to live with a sticky tummy for a little bit. because leona's going to cover him up with his own body, and after the next round of kisses he lowers himself down so the side of his head can rest against the other's chest. ]

... I'm glad. Not sayin' it'd be weird if you didn't, but you looked good. Sounded good. Tasted good.

[ grins. ]

Not gonna be the first time. Not gonna be the last time.

[ he meant the hickies... the mess can Go for all he cares, but.

this is nice too, the weight against him and how he knows leona can hear his heartbeat beneath, quickening with the compliments that flush his cheeks with heat and the promise of more. kaname hesitates, then raises a hand to... stroke through the other's hair. this is more of a comfort action as far as he connects, but it's hard to resist when they're close like this. skin to skin.

maybe he'll unwind leona's braids while he's here. let loose. ]

... It's not?

[ oh... that is dangerous. after the compliments, the praise, that's dangerous. ]

Rather... [ mmm mm m he doesn't know what to say. can't they go back to kissing... ] I-I mean, good. That you enjoyed it so much too. And want more.

[ yeah. he's doing his best. why don't they have scripts for this. he's going to wind leona's hair around his fingers and tug it lightly. ]

I... still have to say, though, that I'm not cute.

[ if only life were that easy and messes were avoidable but unfortunately... not with leona. he has a lot to give, hickies and other things alike.

clearly, he's not too heavy or uncomfortable for kaname. a good thing as he's being pet, both of his ears twitching as he deepens his breathing. even as the afterglow leaves him, he's still quite content. fancy how that works: for all the restlessness he's been experiencing, kaname's been one of the very few to provide peace he's wanted for a while. ]

Of course I do. [ this is all good practice for kaname's future, right? to be able to use his words? go off-script? yeah. ]

[ he snorts. ]

Then what are ya?

[ that phrase again. the only reason kaname shifts is to make it just a little more comfortable for himself, more confident in his strokes once it's evident leona appreciates them. there's exactly two others he feels this relaxed around and... being able to add a third is nice, kaname decides tentatively.

he speaks a little quieter, closing his eyes as he does. he can't sleep, probably. shouldn't. narukami might call him if he lingers too long, but that's a little later. ]

I've been told that I have a cool, intelligent appearance -- mature and stylish, [ if it's starting to sound like someone there's a reason for that, ] with a kind, quiet composure.

[ ... who always extends a hand to his companions, who has nothing bad to say about others... kaname smiles wanly to himself; there was no way he could've ever filled those shoes, even if some of those traits are his own. he gets too mean when stressed, he overthinks and speaks thoughtlessly -- he's gotten in trouble each time for these flaws, and for some reason, for some reason...

for some reason, there were still people who smiled when they saw him. ]

I'd like to be some of those things. [ more like his brother... ] Someone with my looks shouldn't be called cute.

[ even if his attitude pins him as it. ]

[ funny how kaname describes things that he would've used to describe himeru after initially meeting him and how quickly those things were proven to be a mirage once the little brother came into play. it makes a lot of sense, if leona were to place a few assumptions in line, about why. the desires and wishes of the younger brother, being played out by the older one...

...

wrapping his arms around kaname's waist, he gives the other a squeeze. ]

I think you are already some of those things. You got plenty of time to work in the others.

[ and sliding back up he goes. his turn to leave kisses, one at each corner of his lips, before licking them. ]

Just don't get too cool and quiet too fast. Less fun to be had that way.

[ kaname hums as he's kissed again, peering open an eye and then shutting it again as he moves his hands up to play with leona's ears instead. gentle pets. ]

When you've already seen me like this? I don't think I could even feign it at this point.

[ which is a little worrying, sure, in the sobering sense that he's putting trust in someone else... but he hasn't made a mistake so far in who he's allowed to see a different side of him, so he's easing into confidence with it bit by bit. he'll make a mistake one of these days, but not today.

... mm. kaname'll open his eyes again, and he'll dodge any attempts at kisses with a turn of his head. ]

... I have a question for you. You'll answer it honestly, won't you?

[ wow. he's not letting leona get any more smooches... amazing. playing coy again, so soon? maybe he does need to tire him out with a little more, just to get him to let leona get his lips on him again and again. ]

Yeah. Got no reason to lie to ya.

[ which is also a lie in and of itself.

leona fixes his gaze on kaname, tilting his head slightly to one side in curiosity. he stares thoughtfully and without skepticism, wondering... what he wishes to ask him. ]

[ mmmmmmmmmmmm.

it's a silly, difficult question to ask, but it's one he snags on when it comes to particular people -- and leona is certainly one of those, now more than ever, though. he doesn't think it would extend this far. ]

... My brother doesn't have anything to do with all of this, [ the closeness, the getting to know each other in the first place maybe, ] does he?

[ it's not exactly what he wants to ask, so he'll follow up with a hesitant clarification. ]

Rather, you didn't approach me after that night just because I'm his younger brother, did you?

[ asked to do so or otherwise, not that he would know. ]

[ he's not trying to dismiss whatever possible insecurities might be hanging onto his words, but leona's visibly taken aback. he doesn't pull away though--- instead, he continues to press himself into kaname's space and continues to smother him with his presence. he wants to just... ]

Nah. If anythin', he'd probably kill me and hang my hide outside of your house if he knew 'bout this.

[ not to say that leona wouldn't fight back and probably win, but. yeah. ]

I didn't approach you just 'cause of your brother. I didn't even know... he left me after comin' to my room in a panic. Left me his gemstone to keep it safe until after he knew you were safe.

[ he's not going to force another kiss, but he feels more protective than ever. that's for sure. ]

So I was curious. Assumed you were related. Wanted to see for myself why he'd risk everything... makes sense now.

[ too much sense, actually. ]

[ surely it's supposed to be comforting. it's something he should want to hear -- and in part, sure, it is.

but at the same time there's a sharp jump in his chest and kaname's hands grip harder at the ears automatically, loosening only to move back down to leona's hair to dig in there. ]

... What do you mean, "risk everything"?

[ why would he leave his gemstone? the very thing that he'd told kaname to keep safe -- that was their life, in more words than that, a precious little stone that was everything that they were flaws and all? ]

His life, for starters.

[ there's no reason to dull the seriousness of what himeru set out to do when he left the safety of leona's apartment that night. even he warned the impulsive idol from going out and making what could've been a fatal mistake. ]

But he left me the stone 'cause he trusted me... 'cause he knows how powerful I am. Even without my magic that night, I'm still pretty damn strong.

[ his muscles don't lie. ]

I wasn't gonna betray him. No reason to. Still don't have any reason to.

[ ... oh, just that. he seems to ease back again, dropping his head against the sheets and closing his eyes with a long sigh. it isn't as if he understood what matoba had put into his head, but the riddle-like words drift back every now and then. ]

If that's all, then nevermind. I was worried about something else.

[ something he'd done himself, though he doesn't know his brother has also given blood to save what time they had together. ]

... I'm relieved it has nothing to do with him, though.

[ mm. he doesn't know how to say it without giving too much of his worries away, though, so he'll leave it at that and let his hands trace over the clawing he gave leona earlier. pressing over the raised skin lightly, experimentally. ]

I can't stay the night. [ an apology. ] What do you usually do after... this?

[ sort of... thing........ ]

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