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[ 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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