[ 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. ]
[ 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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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.
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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. ]
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[ 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. ]