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I didn't know you'd have such a strong reaction.

[ sincerely. kaname's never had a cat, never heard anything about their sensitive spots or otherwise, and leona's ears had been fine to touch -- the tail was simple curiosity with great reward, leaning his head against the other as heat pools from his cheeks down.

it's less embarrassing the more he works leona, and he clears his throat after a moment. ]

Direct me. Fast or slow. That sort of thing.

[ whatever feels best, makes leona's knees knock. that sort of thing. ]

[ well, now he'll know for the future--- want leona to shut up, go for the tail. because it's kaname, there's no way he'll lash out in a physically defensive manner... he'll just have to swallow down whatever pride he has at that moment and 'punish' him later.

for now... ]

Start slow and work your way faster. [ said in between huffs, eyelids fluttering. ] You're already doin' a good job. Just... do what comes naturally.

[ kaname's an idol. he knows when people enjoy a performance, right? so he should, somehow, be able to make that knowledge into something that works here.

...

probably. either way, leona's not going to complain. ]

[ he is an idol, and yet most of his experience has come from here of all places; he had since debuted at reimei academy, had taken jobs and performances all the same under a name not his own, but it's been here he's felt exactly as excited as the first time he'd stood on stage -- before he'd learned the hard way that being an idol was far more taxing than he'd thought, that the expectations of others were cruelly punishing and his own health was fragile as a butterfly. kaname doesn't regret his impulse to give up that name of his, since his brother can shoulder the burden far easier than himself, but now...

there's no one to decide for him what he should do and, like the rest of his newfound freedom, it's been a mix of fun and stress to find out who he should or could be. they're distant thoughts, but ones that've driven him to this point: the kaname of reimei academy would never believe the one standing here now was him at all, regardless of their core remaining the same. he was far too bound, fooled into thinking that it was the only way he could be happy.

but kaname knows differently now, or he's working it out day by day, though old habits die hard as he tries not to let leona down, wanting to rise to the expectations he's put on himself in how best to put into practice the instructions. slow, then work it up faster...

he'll keep in mind the way leona huffs and purrs, easing his way into what's "natural", and when he's got a good rhythm he'll turn his head back up to tentatively kiss the beastman. how's that. ]

[ the leona of the past would be appalled at this one's behavior, that's for sure. becoming close with a stranger, a non-magical one at that, and willing to bare it all for him... would that be shameful? probably not. leona's done a lot of pretty reckless things that could expose his family to a lot of ridicule. but he wouldn't care--- happiness is what he ultimately seeks, whether it's hedonistic or not.

and while he could easily have freedom, there's not point if he doesn't feel like he can handle it. the freedom he seeks is with others, in the eye of others, and in the hands of others. not to give up everything for it, but allow others to enjoy it with him... yeah. a contentment in confiding and consorting with kaname...

and he still doesn't know his name. a pity.

for now, he's in kaname's hands. the kiss is greedily accepted as he begins to buck his hips into the other's grip, trying to encourage him to go faster. that same pressure from before is building up again, leona's throat suddenly feeling dry as he begins to groan and grunt into kaname's mouth. desperate to find climax again, nerves lighting up against just like before.

and just like before, he does release--- weaker than before--- but still there. ]

[ ... it's still as gross as it is the first time, but like before it's a footnote to the triumphant rush kaname feels because of it. he moves his kisses slow south to leona's neck and chest, letting him have some air while still showering him with the attention he so wants.

kaname's sure he'll have it returned in time, after all, and working for his rewards has always been preferable to being given it. there was always a catch otherwise. ]

You can wash me now, [ he's gotten comfortable again, which is really just he's gotten back into the mood to be touched, ] if you can stand without leaning against the wall, anyway.

[ maybe. he's a little cheeky. a little smug. ]

[ oh, he will get his compensation... there's no way leona will let kaname leave him without more quality affection. the kind of affection that most, if not all, wish they could have back on the savanna. imagine having a second prince that didn't approach every royal duty begrudgingly? yeah.

he huffs, a side effect of just having another orgasm combined with a little bit of exasperation. but he keeps quiet as he begins to give kaname a gentle scrubbing with lathered hands, being a little... slower, around sensitive places. he's not afraid to curl his fingers around and even give the boy's ass a pinch and squeeze.

how's that for cheeky? ]

Hard to keep my knees from shakin' when I got you here.

[ kaname lets him this time, humming pleasedly as his eyes flutter shut -- he flushes at the squeeze, pinching leona's arm for this move. ]

You're unbearable. [ but it's not mean or annoyed. more low and warm, a sigh from the other's touches. ] Don't think you can butter me up, Leona Kingscholar.

[ just lather. it feels nice now that his nerves are diminished, legs squeezing reflexively as his arms come up to wrap around the other's neck. this is nice. a good way to hide when his knees might fail him too, but that definitely is not a concern of his nope not at all. ]

Don't think I'm gonna need butter.

[ especially where he's going. the water has mostly washed him and whatever remnants off of his body by now--- they're probably as clean as they can be for now. his hand doesn't leave kaname's butt, instead moving to press his fingers into the valley of those cheeks. is he playing with fire? absolutely. but he's not going to go that far. he just wants kaname to be aware. warm, wet digits not leaving a spot untouched.

because... they're still showering. still making sure soap goes everywhere it needs to.

but as he does this, he presses his tongue back in between kaname's lips, claiming his mouth as his own. for now. ]

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