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Leona claws at your back like you’ll disappear before his eyes. Like you’ll slip between his fingers like the wretched sand of his unique magic.
“Fuck! Ah-”
He moans into your ear, and the sound reverberates against your skin as it sends a shiver down your spine. He’s so desperate, even more so when you have him laid bare like this.
He writhes and squirms under your touch, even the most feather-light caress from your fingers is enough to incite a flinch or light whimper from the prideful lion. It’s entrancing to watch, and you’re more than hypnotized…
You’re addicted.
You run your palm against the thick, tense muscles of his thigh. A thin sheen of sweat covers his skin as you continue to fist him in your hand. Leona gasps and twitches as you twist your wrist around the head of his dripping cock, but your only reaction is to watch, intoxicated by the sight alone.
“Oh god- Fuck, fuck!”
Leona throws his head back, his hair splays out against the pillows like a wild halo of messy, curled vines. You watch his throat bob and move as he swallows hard, struggling to catch his breath. You can’t breathe yourself, lost in the delicious whirlwind of his responsive body.
You never would’ve thought Leona to be so sensitive, so receptive, so desperate and yet… He surprises you. Like he always does. You were a fool for taking him at face value, and he reminds you of it during moments like these.
In your stupor, you fail to notice his hands reaching out to you. He looks hurt, irritated, like he’s either going to sob or yell in your face-
You get the message quickly, lunging forward into his embrace. Now lying against his chest, it’s easier to jerk him off. It’s even easier to lose yourself in him, as he buries his face into your chest and moans on the curve of your neck. His hands still claw at your back, claw at your shirt, claw at the curve of your waist like you’re the only thing keeping him steady- The only thing keeping him tethered to this plane.
Solely judging by the way he’s breathing, or rather, panting your name... You know you are.
“Ah, ah, oh my fucking- Hm-! ” He groans into your neck, low and feral as he ruts his hips into your fist. He looks so hot like this, squirmy and sensitive and at your mercy… You feel a sense of pride in it, knowing that he trusts you with himself like this. “Fuck me, fuck me fuck me-!”
He babbles incoherently, but you don’t need to know what he’s saying to know what he wants .
You speed up, and watch as his eyes fly open to stare directly at yours before snapping shut as his mouth hangs agape in a broken moan. His breath is hot and wet on your skin, and you feel his heart thumping against your chest (oh so much faster than your own...) like a desperate hummingbird.
He’s close. Really close.
You release him, earning a weak, puzzled whine from your needy lion before you straddle his lap and pin one of his hands beside his head.
“I love you.” You say, watching as Leona sighs – shakily – and avoids your gaze. It has been months since you first started saying it, and yet he avoids your eyes like the first time...
Though this time he does it not out of insecurity (which eats away every last inch of him down to the marrows), or out of fear (which he feels even now, even as you hold his hand so tightly and gaze at him so sweetly), but instead… It’s out of overwhelm.
He’s loving, humiliatingly overwhelmed . Overwhelmed that you love him . You. Love. Him.
It doesn’t feel real when you say it (it never does), you know it doesn’t, not to him (how could it? It’s so new, so unreal ).
(But it is real. It’s the realest thing in his life. If nothing else, if all goes to shit, if he has NOTHING at the end of the day- You. Love. Him. )
(And if he thinks about it too much right now, he’ll cum. )
Dissatisfied, you grab his chin and force him to face you. For a split second, his lips open in a small gasp and you jump on the chance to crash yours against them. The kiss is heated, sloppy, you feel your teeth clank against one another but you’re too into it to care . You move your hand back to pin Leona’s against the mattress, and he moans, sobs into your mouth as you press your body flush upon his.
You separate for air an eternity and a second later, leaving a breathless Leona in your wake. His lips are swollen, ajar, and sticky with saliva…
He’s stunning.
“I love you, so fucking much-” You mumble before diving into his neck, kissing and biting and leaving your mark. Such is your nature, such is your right.
“Fuck-!” Leona whines, and his back arches off the mattress into your hand as he’s suddenly shoved dangerously close the edge of his pleasure. He tethers over it, but stays put if only through sheer stubbornness. “Stop sayin’ it-”
You laugh. “That I love you?” You open your mouth wide, sinking your teeth in the side of his neck. A gasp erupts from his shaky lips as his entire body trembles, he can’t help it, not like this, not when it’s you . “ No. Not until you say it back.”
Leona’s eyes fly open, his grip on you tightens. What?
"Wha-? Oh- Ohhh, ah- Fuck! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck!”
You speed up again.
Fuck. Your hand on him feels so good. Your mouth on him feels so good. Fuck, you feel so good-!
He loves it. He loves it. He loves you. He loves you!
“Fuck! I love you- Ah- I love you, Iloveyou, I-! ”
His knuckles turn white as he claws your back, head thrown back as his body arches into yours with need and his entire being comes undone under yours. Thick ribbons of white coat your palm, your wrist, and dribble down his stomach as his body convulses; pooling in rivulets on his abdomen... You use your other hand to brush his damp, sweaty fringe away from his face and press a light kiss to his forehead.
“...Hehe, you said it back~”
Your grin is worth a thousand suns. And Leona rolls his eyes and grabs your waist, flipping you over to pin you down under his weight.
“Ah! Hey! You’re gonna get my clothes all sticky-” You laugh and complain.
“Hmh…” He mumbles. Spent, sleepy. He buries his head on your chest, hugging your waist like you’re no more than a glorified teddy bear. “Sounds like a ‘you’ problem…”
“Leonaaaa….” You complain again. But your complaints, of course, fall on deaf ears...
“G’night.” He says, chuckling at your half-assed attempts to push him off. He can’t take you seriously, not when you’re laughing too...
Soon, your laughter dies down. His does, too. He’s ready to doze off, as the drowsy heaviness settling into his core added to the warmth irradiating off of you makes staying awake impossible ...
“...Hmh.” He mumbles, his voice muffled on your skin. “Love you.”
You gasp. “You-!”
You playfully slap his back. His laughter rumbles against your chest. God… This jerk-! He does it on purpose!
...But you can’t help it, can you? To love him? Every last annoying bit? No matter how insufferable?
“…...” You wrap your arms around his midriff, pulling him close. The tips of your fingers entangle themselves in his scalp, gently caressing his hair.
Moments like these spare words. Moments like these where everything has already been said. Moments where actions speak louder than everything-
...Well, almost everything.
You cup his cheek, raising his head and softly touching your lips to his. His eyes stare back into yours, sleepy green jewels perfectly framed by the gorgeous brown of his mane. You stare at them for a second and a lifetime. What else is there to say? What else, besides:
“...I love you too.”