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( This sort of thing could go in so many directions. And isn't that what's so exciting about it? Whether they crash and burn out, whether one swallows the other, whether they manage to make this work— it's something that can make them feel alive. At the very least, it makes Esikko feel alive. He, too, loves kissing, loves the connection between two bodies, loves to press himself as close as he can to wrap himself in the warmth he's no longer allowed to have. His own laugh mixes with a quick breath of air, the hold of arms around his neck drawing him closer so that their foreheads can touch. His arms, though thin and fragile, manage to guide Leo onto his back on the couch, one arm reaching just past him to grip the armrest, a prop to keep his own body up as he dips his other hand between them, fingers toying at the waistband of his pants. )

So what sort of things do you enjoy, then? Leo.

( Spoken against his lips, his fingers pry his waistband back and release it in a light snap, his own smile curved against the continuing hungry kiss. )

You seem like someone who would be fun to tease, you know. ( And maybe he is now, constantly interrupting this kiss, playing with clothes but not yet advancing things further. He likes that eagerness, that joy, that flash of impatience— and he wants to draw it out more. )

[ Leo isn't hard to lead. For one, he doesn't feel like struggling. For another, he's thin on his own part, though differently. He's the kind of athletic that can go on stage for hours, but Leo's also got a build that makes you think he skips as many meals as he actually does. Healthy but unhealthy with it? It's a contradiction, and really he'd only gained like a pound the last year before getting here because he'd lived with someone who forced him to eat on a schedule and now he's alone again and it's coffee when he remembers and food once he comes up for air from a composition. Sleep is the same way: he can't remember anything but music when he's composing. ]

Oh, teasing isn't gonna work at all if you base it on shame. [ He has none, you see, or it only functions once in a blue moon. It's not like he never gets embarrassed, but those times he's been mostly flattered and it's never once happened during sex to date. Not like Esikko was using shame just then - he sounds happy, too, and that resonates off of Leo's own and he doesn't mind Esikko speaking against his mouth and pulling back, but he does admit, perfectly honest: ]

But seems like you already got the picture to what would. I do get impatient. [ He also seems perfectly happy to let himself get teased, though. His eyes are wide and very brightly green and the hand that was at Esikko's neck fiddles with his hair, touching for the sake of it as amusement flares again on his side.

The thing about Leo is that when he's asked what he likes in bed he doesn't play coy about it or get ashamed, like he just said. He just spills it out easily, and it almost always throws people off or they think parts of it are weird, possibly because some of it is pretty uniquely Leo's nonsense even in a casino full of sex. Some of it is more normal, and that's the stuff he usually gets to do.

Well, mostly. He's still thrilled about kissing, and that's something he didn't always get to do. ]

I like kissing!! And I like making people happy, so I can be into almost anything. [ That's a crap answer, because "anything you want" isn't the revealing kind of honest Leo himself likes. It's true, though, so he briefly visits it before he goes on to spill out the rest messily between them, not caring if it's a "yes" or "no". He was asked a question, and it wasn't "what do you like that I like", which he can't even guess just yet anyway. ]

I like voices. I love your voice, it's so pretty. I like it when people talk to me and I like hearing them, and I wanna record every sound you make and put it to music, but no one has actually let me do that one yet, so I guess it's weird? Or embarrassing? I like it when someone else can be a canvas. About three quarters of my markers here are like, edible paint? I like seeing my music on other people's skin. ♪ I wanna write what what they make me hear and see it there even if it's easy to wipe away with a tongue. They're flavored, too!

[ He gets so excited about his edible markers please just. Pause as he gets all giddy about them. They're also! Colored!!!! He tries to stick to black for his normal markers these days so he can tell them apart, actually. ]

I've always wanted to hear someone sing something I wrote during sex, but everyone always says it's impossible, or they don't have the breath control, or it's weird or whatever. [ Is that even a kink with a name? ] Blindfolds wouldn't upset me but I think I'd cry if someone used earplugs. [ But he doesn't say that's a no? He's never tried that, it's just a tangent mentally as Leo tries to answer the question and ends up rambling, always rambling, flitting from one topic to the next with absolutely no care at all for how any of it is taken because Esikko said he'd take the weirdness and that means he gets it. ]

I think toys are fun. I like my hair being pulled and sometimes I like pulling it. I like biting! I like things that hurt and I like things that don't. I like new things even when I end up hating them because it's a new experience and that's inspiring and I'm never sure if I love it or hate it or hate that I love it when I can't breathe or there's a hand at my throat 'cause I've offered to let Knights cut off my head so many times and it always pissed them off and whatever it is I get all fizzly.

[ There's other things, more, but Leo gets bored talking about himself. ]

Tell me what you like!! [ Because he wants to hear the other half, doesn't even care if it matches up or doesn't. He just wants to know, both his hands sliding up to squeeze Esikko's cheeks just because. ]

( Very informative, all of this rambling. It's something that might get annoying, in certain contexts, or down the line— but annoyance isn't some sort of a deal breaker for Esikko, anyway. Right now, it's new and intriguing, and the words that do come out make all the difference. There's not a single thing he says he enjoys that sounds dull, not a thing that sounds like something he'd be entirely unwilling to do.

Of course, as Esikko thinks on it, as his eyes trace the shape of Leo's lips while he rambles, he thinks that maybe there's nothing like that in the world, anyway. )

I like when things aren't dull, so all of those things sound fun to me.

( To start things off. The one thing he'd be hesitant on is using his voice in sex like that, but the moment it was mentioned that no one else would? It was like a challenge, like something he had to step in and be the best at, be the only one, the best one. He's insecure, worried about the idea of singing to anyone but himself, but if anything, sex sounds like the perfect place for it. Relaxed, heated up, wanting more? Sure.

The hands at his cheeks are warm, and so he leans into one of them, eyes closing as he considers the words, hand tugging more insistently at the hem of Leo's pants, to lower them, to wiggle them off in the middle of all this. )

I like to feel alive. That's a wide range, you know, of things like doing it in places you shouldn't, or ways that are dangerous; I quite like blood, thanks to the way I use my magic, and that's not something I share with everyone for fear of them rejecting the idea. But you seem rather open.

( He seems like the kind of guy who'd try anything once. Or indefinitely? His face lowers again, when pants are out of the way enough, to pepper kisses from the corner of Leo's mouth down to his jaw, to his neck, speaking in between. )

I like feeling wanted, important, like I'm the only one who could possibly do something. Hehe... it's silly, isn't it? Childish? I think I'd like to make you beg, to hear just how much you'd like to hear my voice, until you're either so overcome with impatience that you draw it out of me on your own, or I take pity on you and finally give it all. Hm, that sort of thing...

But as for the methods, I don't think I'm so particular. I enjoy trying new things.

[ If Leo gets so annoying Esikko wants him to shut up, he should just say so whenever it occurs. It's the way other people usually handle him at home, and Leo rarely takes it badly - he knows he can be annoying and overwhelming as hell at times. He's quick enough to shift up, lifting his hips and maneuvering easily with little nudging needed. Flexibility isn't a problem for him, even though he skips practice whenever he feels like it. ]

How do you use your magic? [ Blood magic. Sounds scary, sounds cool, sounds fascinating! Leo doesn't feel the fear that the scary part should inspire, but he feels the curiosity that always chases after anything new, exciting. ] Wait, don't answer! Lemme imagine it.

[ Liking blood, because of how he uses it. Stories and possibilities open up, one after the other, stars in an infinitely expanding universe that won't stop until Leo has a real answer. For just this moment before he knows the truth the answer could be anything and he wants to drag that out, let it play out until he's buzzing with it.

Ugh, he can't kiss Esikko's mouth if he's moving down like that. Leo captures one of his hands instead, because he wants to kiss something and a palm works. ]

Let's see~! There's so many things it could be, exciting! A blood sacrifice, calling something from nothing? What you have to use to write a formula and call up that power? Or maybe it's not something you use to trade, but something you can use itself? If I cut open my wrist would you be able to move the blood however you liked? Can you move your blood? Do you like how it tastes? Maybe if you drink it then it'd warm you up? What's the weight of a heart, magically speaking? I wanna know.

[ Esikko is better at bed talk than Leo. Leo's thrilled to be picturing something he definitely shouldn't be thinking about right this second, of course, but as usual he's honed in on something that fascinates him but is exactly the wrong mood (?) for what he's doing.

He bites the palm, then lets go and allows himself to explore more instead. Scar on the left of the chest. An anatomy chart in his head, and he follows the organs beneath that cut and grins again. ]

Isn't it fine if something is silly or childish? Hm, I think I hate that! I'll accept absolutely any level of "look only at me" but it's boring as hell if you try to soften it. [ That's kind of rude, Leo. But then again, he hasn't been polite at all this entire time, so is it really that shocking?

If his pants are off he feels that in fairness he should not be alone in this, and squirms around to get a hand further between them so he can fix that. ]

You have absolutely no filter.

( An obvious observation, and one he already made ages ago, but he says it with an air of amusement, right now. Like he's extra fascinated, like he's excited at the idea of it, so much so that even the rather rude comment gets written off immediately. He like, bit him and moved on?? Esikko is still amazed.

But for now, he allows him to mess with his pants in return, taking that as a chance to lean back in for another kiss. Shorter, thanks to their conversation, but not without the same eagerness as earlier. Fingers find their way to his hair tie to pull it loose, and he hums a thoughtful noise against his ear. )

Spilling all of those answers all at once... Wouldn't it get boring? I can tell you, or show you, but you have to take it one at a time, and you have to earn it. ♪

( Like it's a game, revealing his secrets, talking about the things he'd love to have the excuse to talk about. He wants to feel wanted, wants to feel interesting, so of course he's going to draw it out. )

[ A hum is a hum is a hum is music. Leo thrills at that, even though it's just a thoughtful little pause, and why's that what gets him to flush excitedly except well yeah of course it does. A pretty little noise that's halfway music and his breath will catch as he repeats it in his head again and again and again. It means he actually shuts the fuck up for a minute, wide-eyed and startled.

He needs the minute to stop staring with the force of his own little revelation - the same kind that always stops him in his tracks and makes him feel unmoored before he finds the thread of melody back in - and then has to blink and play back the words instead of the sound. ]

Huh, what? [ Answers, showing, what were they - oh, right, blood magic, they were talking about that. Right! ]

Show me, then. How does earning it work with you? [ Yes, a stupid absentminded little hum DOES throw him off his game more than kissing him or clothes coming off. Leo was not in any way lying about the voice thing.

Rebooted for some given value of it, he shoves up enough so Esikko has to help him get the pants all the way off or get dislodged. ]

( Oh, he's that easy with it. Esikko smiles, eyes twinkling with the sort of pride that he doesn't know how to hold back, and allows himself a short laugh after a press of a kiss near Leo's ear. He does move, after that, to help get his pants the rest of the way off, wiggling free and shoving them aside, sloppily on the couch. )

You'll have to figure it out as you go. Like you've just found a brand new instrument, you know~?

( Is this speaking his language? He can only assume so, as he leans back in for another kiss, his body looming in and knees touching down on either side of his hips in a proper straddle. )

Do whatever you want, and I'll do the same. Like a dance, we'll figure things out quickly enough, won't we? And I'll answer more after we've had a nice time.

[ It's an attempt at it, a music analogy. A brand new instrument! Leo's the kind of annoying genius who can pick things up without trying, musically speaking. He prefers working with digital, mostly, but his first love was a piano (literally) and if it's musical he cares enough to pick it up and try it. When's the last time an instrument was different enough from everything else it took that much effort?

People are way more effort, even though Leo does think music is a universal language. Emotion and general things get across well - but the fiddly little bits that make up real people can get lost in it sometimes.

But it's cute, Leo thinks, that someone's making an effort to put it in a way he'd maybe understand. Leo doesn't think that's the why exactly - it's probably just a little bit performative, a way to stand out, but he's never minded that in other people. Leo thinks that's cute, too. Or fascinating?

Like a dance and he glances over near the wall, that particular solo penned and ready for someone not around to sing it - but then he refocuses again, hands warm on Esikko's thighs and fingers tapping again to that piano before he lets the thought of Suo fade away, too. ]

Cute. ♪ You're pretty smooth when you're doing that, huh?

[ A little bit manipulative and a little bit earnest, he thinks, slipping in music terms and setting up a scenario that Leo can recognize and finds compelling and entertaining, and Leo just got permission to do whatever he wants again and so he tests those waters by surging back up because really he can only stay semi obedient on his back for so long before he loses interest. He's pretty sure it doesn't matter how much they kiss - Esikko probably won't warm up, and normally Leo hates being cold but he figures it's fine right now. Maybe if he kisses him hard enough Leo can get Esikko on his back, is what he figures as he tries it. ]

Hehe, do you think so?

( But he's kissed again before he can fish more praise out of him. Honestly, it's nice to hear if he's coming across as "smooth" or anything close to it. After all, he started in this place with no knowledge outside of terrible, raunchy smut novels... Maybe he ended up better than he could have, in that regard.

As much as he wants to push back, to to wrestle with it, he's far more interested in the moment in seeing where Leo takes this. So, he accepts the press back, shifting slowly, carefully, and reaching his arms to wrap around Leo as he tugs him along with, even moving one leg up to run along the side of the shorter man's leg in turn.

Another hum, this one pleased and muffled by the kiss, sounds out. It's kind of fun, just messing around like this, clumsily trying things out, seeing where it'll go. And he meant it, when he said they could do anything— and that's the thrill of it, too. He has no idea what to expect, yet.

But it won't stop him from moving on his own, either, the fingers of one hand lacing through Leo's hair once he's settled onto his back enough, fingernails trailing along the side of his scalp as he goes. )

[ Flirting or dirty talk or whatever - Leo probably isn't the best judge of it, honestly. He enjoys it when people are enjoying themselves and being themselves, and even the way people act when they're trying hard not to be themselves because sometimes that's more telling. He laughingly accepts things that sound more like death threats at times and he thinks they're probably charming - his sense of "normal" never has been, and while he actually can turn on a more normal sort of charm, it's just when he bothers to lean into the usual fanservice Knights gives. He does it sometimes on a whim, but when he's being entirely honest what's actually flirting for him is always going to be more musical than it isn't.

The other stuff isn't not real, but it's different.

A different hum, a different meaning. Leo would like to somehow make those sounds physical things with weight he could pick up and pin to the walls, and he actually knows how to do that. He can break any sound down onto paper if he really thinks about it, can create notation that doesn't exist if there's a need. His left pointer finger sketches out how it'd go on Esikko's thighs, notation that won't be understandable as anything other than something specific from the methodical pattern, because Esikko probably cannot actually read music through touch the way Leo is crazy enough to be able to.

...not that anyone is weird enough to write it, but if they were he could read it.

He forgets a lot of things - names, often times - but as long as he writes down music he'll remember it. It's why it's fine if he writes it on his own skin or someone else's to wash off, or on walls or the floor. As long as he's written it, it exists and he can recall it. So now he has that second hum down forever, and then he annotates the second in nothing more than the same pressure of a warm finger writing on cold skin, trailing up Esikko's thigh in distracted exploration.

He wants more sounds to memorize, so the next time he needs a breath Leo goes about seeking them out. Different kisses in different places should yield various results - everyone always seems to have different likes and dislikes and reactions, and while there's significant overlap in some areas there's not much at all in others. Figuring out what people don't like is less fun than the opposite, but being too worried about that gets nowhere.

Still, he usually is at least a little bit gentle as he figures out the boundaries. So when he nips under Esikko's jaw it's not enough to draw blood or anything, but more the first tuning of a piano. Like that? Less? He listens. ]

( If reactions and sounds are all Leo needs, then perhaps this is a good match after all. Esikko isn't shy about letting his reactions be known, openly and honestly— he only gasps when those kisses hit the right spot, that tender area along his neck, just beneath his jaw and close to his earlobes. The area around his ears seems sensitive in particular, in a nice way, a little less so near his collarbone. The true favorite spot is his navel, but no one's really figured that one out yet.

When something isn't going the exact way he wants, he pushes for it. Greedy hands pull Leo closer when he wants more, which is just what he does in response to that graze of teeth, as small as it is. He breathes out a little laugh, in the midst of it, eyes sparkling even while half-lidded, hips stretching up in an arch of his back that shows clearly that he wants more. He does try to keep his more embarrassing sounds lower, by habit, by embarrassment, he'll find soon enough... but it's just as ease to press a little further and tease them right out.

There doesn't seem to be anything that he doesn't like in this, at least not now, at least not in sight. And it's not that those things don't exist; it's that Leo is so far from them it doesn't matter.

He hooks his leg around the back of Leo's hips to draw him closer still, his face tilting up and to the side to allow for more of that attention, that adoration, content to be spoiled. )

[ He's good at playing chess. Leo is, he can actually casually beat down people who actually play chess except he obfuscates the wins because he thinks it'll just be a bad feeling to be a sole winner like that with the game ending. So when he sees checkmate he makes up stupid rules and messes around like a kid who doesn't know what he's doing, but when he's serious, he's good at chess. He can pick up musical instruments he's never touched and figure them out just by playing around with them. The quality that helps with those things, with similar things, is observation skills he pretends he doesn't have half of the time (neatly hidden behind his disinterest in anything that isn't his current focus and temperamental whimsy) and a sort of patience to try things from any angle until he gets the sound just right.

So he has fun doing this, learning how to make someone happy in a way that means open affection and physical touch. Sound and body language and anything people say are spread out like a composition he has to rearrange, and the fiddly work of shifting everything around to make something entirely new is always, always rewarding.

So, more pressure. He's allowed to bite down, and so he does and wonders briefly if blood from someone who uses blood magic tastes different or something? He still has no idea what's up with that and that means he can still make up a billion stories to himself to chase after and try to figure out. It's nice to have open feedback he can read, even if years of dealing with Sena have made it easier to figure out how to read feedback that's all between the lines of the stuff yelled openly.

A laugh in a lower key than his own, traced onto Esikko's hip this time because Leo thinks it's pretty and that's the fastest way for him to keep it in mind and he hasn't been scolded yet for tracing symbols like that.

Seems like right at the jaw is good but he figures out the nearer the ears faster and decides to suck a mark there to tease it out more. It's kind of a lazy speed to be doing things at, but if he goes breakneck Leo thinks he'll miss things that matters, and he doesn't want to do that.

He tries to find the right pitch against Esikko's skin, humming back the second happier note like that's a normal thing people do. The pitch is perfect. ]

( It's odd, for sure, completely unique and not like anyone else. But isn't that what's fun about it? Exciting, maybe? The sound plays out against his skin and he laughs a little at it, almost like a tickle— it doesn't, but something about it does, in his heart? He doesn't know what that is, but it's warm, so he doesn't really care to stop and think about it for long, either. Just accepts that it's nice, takes it, presses on.

Blood, if his skin is broken, is his own kind of unique. The second even the smallest bit of it breaks skin, the floral scent is heavy and prominent, like lavender and chrysanthemum all at once. It's also unnaturally cold, worse than even his skin. Likely the cause of it, in fact. It tastes as floral as it smells, the Divinity laced through it causing that.

The lazy pace isn't bad at all, but Esikko isn't the most patient of men. He tilts his head back a little, arches his back so that they touch in more places, and wraps his arms around him, clawing at his back, dragging fingers to draw him closer. )

Having fun? ( Quietly, amused, and because he genuinely wonders if this is what Leo wanted, if it's something he's enjoying. Because he wants to be, of course, because that's what makes him enjoy it the most, too. Being wanted. )

[ Interesting, weird. Leo bit just hard enough, but he doesn't ask about the taste or temperature for a wonder, even if he draws back slightly because he's a little bit startled and also because Esikko speaks and he wants to watch his mouth. His tongue runs over his own lips as he hums another note, happy enough to be rushed but also not really speeding up because he hasn't been outright scolded about it yet and even though Leo's hard and he gets impatient sometimes, other times he's like this: laser focused on following each and every little new note.

His lips quirk up in a fond smile, at the question. ]

I'm not faking right now. [ I could doesn't get said; it isn't like Leo doesn't lie sometimes, although it's always the kind where he shifts the stuff he's feeling to the side and out of sight behind a smile or an act from the past. He rarely lies outright without genuinely serious reason. But he has lied or not told the entire truth during sex sometimes, rearranging his own tune to fit the listener because he liked them enough to try to tamp down the things about him that are too much or don't fit. ] If you wanna play games, shouldn't you have to learn the rules, too?

[ It's lightly teasing, even though Leo actually will just honestly answer anything he's asked by Esikko just because he thinks that'll be more entertaining than anything else. And so far nothing he's said has really bothered the guy. ]

So pay~ attention~ already~? I'm memorizing everything about you, so keep up, okay? If you catch me in a lie I'll fess up, but if you don't I won't. ☆ [ He slips further down, but it's on purpose this time, apparently still planning to do whatever he wants unless told otherwise because he is having fun. ]

I'm gonna blow you, by the way. ♪ Does that taste different too? Let's find out~.

[ Even saying so, he's taking his fucking time about it, because Leo's still actually doing what he said he was and memorizing the tune on his way down. There's things he wants to know, so he tests them out one after the other, openly experimenting to find the correct path: is the collarbone sensitive? Nipples usually are, but are they when tweaked or with teeth or tongue laved over them? But he's not really sticking to the obvious, either. Fingers ghost down Esikko's sides to find weak points when Leo reaches his abdomen, and he wastes time on his navel for a second because he thinks it's interesting there's proof of being born a human like anyone from their mother when Esikko tastes like something else entirely in the blood.

But he is working down with some kind of lazy purpose, ignoring his own arousal as distracting and irrelevant for the moment. ]

( Another laugh is exhaled out from Esikko, eyes sharp and half obscured by the dip of his own lashes, studying Leo as he lowers himself down his body. Blow him, huh? A nice, relaxing time without too much effort is always fun— being spoiled is fun, getting attention is fun, so of course he likes the sound of it.

But it's right around his navel, his abdomen, where the chain of a navel piercing hangs around his waist like a fancy little crown of the waist, that he slips his fingers up further into Leo's hair, gripping tight and tugging enough so that he's forced to pause. Eye contact is all he wants, in this moment, the muscles of his abdomen still tense from the attention, his face a little heated. )

I'm the one who makes the rules, you know? Leo. If there's any I don't like, I'll change them.

( Just like that, his fingers release, an almost soothing run of them through red locks following as he arches his back a little, encouraging the attention and the mapping of his body on the way down. He's impatient, and he's getting hard just from this, but that's part of the fun. He likes those little tingles, the chases of excitement that run through every inch of him. Even in a sex resort, he still hasn't fully gotten over the novelty of being touched. )

I am paying attention, though, to be clear. It's a nice view of you, like this.

( Like a Knight kneeling before a King? A Prince? Haha. Laughable, really, with how much he hates that stupid title— his fingers dance along the edge of Leo's ear, light and tracing, but otherwise content to lay here selfishly and take some attention for a bit. It's good to know if Leo is the type to chase his own needs, after all, or if he really does just find this enough. )

[ He's not going to struggle against that hold, anyway. Leo already said earlier he liked that kind of rough handling - he thinks, he doesn't remember or care - and while his eyes widen there's no other immediate reaction as he tamps whatever it is down because he's more interested in listening and sometimes that means he'll keep quiet so he doesn't miss anything

Though he's chatty, and it takes some effort to stop that. He leans into the touch as it goes slack and then away, then blinks. ]

That's fine. I'm no longer the tyrant King of those wartorn Knights, after all. So my orders aren't absolute now, are they? [ He slips into it when he needs to or when people ask him to, here. Pulling on that old rusty and bloodstained armor isn't difficult in the sense that he can play the part perfectly, but it's hardly something he enjoys - he never liked it back then either. ]

Still, you're not my King, so I don't have to listen if I don't wanna. ☆ Probably I would anyway, but for different reasons. [ He says this like he'd even listen to Tsukasa if he didn't feel like it, which Leo absolutely wouldn't. Sena has the right of it: Leo is sometimes more like an unruly pet than anything else, beholden to whatever he feels at any given moment.

He's curious about the navel piercing so he goes back to that, tugging on it with his teeth for a second but fairly gentle; bleh, metal - and his hands go down further to deal with barrier there.

He does like being watched. When Leo's actively doing something, he has an easier time not getting totally distracted, although there's always a part of him two seconds away from dropping everything to compose. It's happened during sex before, and it probably will again.

It happens less when he hasn't done anything in a while, though. ]

( He's a little like a cat, like this, isn't he? Going where he pleases, trying things and snubbing them just as quickly... The thought crosses his mind only for a moment, because the attention to his skin is ultimately winning him over. The tug, even if short, is enough to make him suck in a breath that's sighed out just moments later as Leo moves lower still. A lazy approach, it turns out, is rather nice when you're someone who does enjoy getting a little frustrated in their own impatience. The longer he watches him, the more he wonders what's next, the more he tries to predict it, tries to see where his fingers are moving, where his eyes will flick next, but—

This guy is a little unpredictable? It's fascinating, exciting, a little, interesting, frustrating... He squirms a little in his impatience, legs sliding against the slide of Leo wherever they can touch to add to the sensations he's feeling, the desire for intensity. )

Mm... I don't want to be a King, anyway, really.

( Distracted, curving his fingers behind Leo's ear to run though his hair, trailing to the end of it. )

You certainly take your time, don't you?

With stuff that matters I do. [ Music, things he likes, people he's interested in. Leo is impatient and flighty at times, but when he's focused on something he devotes himself to it. More than once when he's gone missing he's been found surrounded by scattered papers, working on one song endlessly for days without ceasing just to get it perfect. People sometimes don't expect that side of him because the casual, whimsical part is louder and easier to spot, but it isn't like anyone is ever all just one thing.

The reaction to the piercing thing is noted, catalogued, and queued up for later exploration once in mixing and matching, but for now Leo lets it slip by with nothing more than a glint of amused intrigue. ]

What do you wanna be, Ikko? Besides wanted. [ Again, Leo's grasp on pillow talk is tenuous and seems to mostly consist of saying and asking whatever the hell he likes as he does whatever the hell he likes. This time he's tugging down and off clothes so he can bite again, this time on a cold thigh. He wants to leave marks, apparently. ]

( What does he want to be?

Useful. Worth something. Remembered. Are those all part of "wanted?" He's never had a long term goal besides power, because he's never had a long term to work with. And so as he tries to come up with an answer that doesn't sound pathetic, he finds himself struggling, all coming to a head when that bite at his thigh earns a surprised gasp. )

Ah— well, it doesn't really matter, does it? Is this supposed to get me in the mood?

( It's a bit of a snap, huffy, a little grumpy, but it's because it's a delicate topic, because he doesn't want to appear pathetic. But his eyes slide to the side in his little grumble, indicating that it's not like he means to aim any sort of actual pointed jab at Leo himself. There's nothing wrong with this aimless talking, even if it's... not the sexiest.

It's still intimate, in a way. Trying to get to know him like that, and it's clear he's getting a little flushed from the feeling of a thigh hickey. And after a moment, with a stolen glance back, he adds on: )

I want to be better at magic, I suppose...

( Not exactly an answer. )

Aren't you already in the mood? I never say anything with that kinda aim anyway. [ Well, he doesn't think he does usually...? Leo is usually pretty direct about hitting on someone by his own standards, he thinks, but he supposes it could seem circumspect or odd to other people. Or sometimes just normal things he says, meaningless, could be taken wrongly. A careless tongue that traces the bite mark as he talks into Esikko's skin, still watching and listening and openly curious.

This whole time his gaze has been utterly devoid of judgement. There's still none there to be found. Even if it seemed pathetic Leo probably wouldn't think that; he's quick to say he hates or loves things and people but the way he views people overall has never been anything other than kind at the heart of it beyond the playacting and mixed honesty and lying masks. ]

It matters 'cause I wanna know, but it's not like you have to be honest. I'll listen to lies and deflections, too, as long as you're saying them in that voice. ♪ Sometimes lies and things people don't say are more honest than the truth is, anyway.

[ Philosophical or teasing or what? Leo's smile is somewhere between soft and carefree, but his fingers are warm and certain as they close around Esikko, too light a grip mostly on purpose. ]

Hey, tell me about the first spell you ever did.

( How is it that he manages to come across as both confident and clueless? It's something of a talent, Esikko thinks, and crossed with the warm feeling of fingers wrapping around him, it's driving him a little crazy. Not necessarily in a bad way, either...

He likes that request, of course. To talk about the thing he's passionate about, the thing he's spent every lifetime focusing on— he wants to. But it's different, the way he embraces his passion compared to Leo. Leo seems to be fine with stopping everything to write on whatever he can at the time and get it out of him. Esikko finds it vulnerable, finds it a little scary, to voice things that he has a great interest in at the risk of them shutting it down like everyone so often does...

Mrgh. He doesn't want to get too wrapped up in thoughts, doesn't want to worry when he's dealing with the tension of a growing arousal and Leo teasing him with a too gentle grip. )

The first spell... Wasn't anything impressive or anything, you know.

( His embarrassment crosses through, in him explaining like that, though his tone also carries weight, like leaning over a railing. He stretches himself a little, pressing his hips up, interested in more. Any more attention that he gets leads to falters in his breath, little pauses, and the like, but he speaks all the same: )

In the gardens of the palace, I used magic to grow a flower. I hadn't grasped what my best method for using it was, just yet, so I drew the patterns in the soil, and I placed offerings, lit candles... but the most that grew was a tiny sapling that withered away within the hour.

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You don't think that's impressive? Hm. So Ikko's one of those guys who thinks that it's gotta be big and flashy to impress! I see. [ That is overtly teasing, gentle though it is, but Leo isn't trying to shut down a conversation he opened. His grip does tighten in response to either the movement or the honesty, but he won't clarify which. Maybe it's both. ]

We'll disagree, 'cause the first tiny step is always, in retrospect, the biggest one you ever took. Don't you think? [ His first love was a piano in a music shop. Leo's insane about passions in a distinctly offbeat way, and he thinks he hears something like devotion in a quiet little story about a dying flower. He likes it. The weird intimacy, the distracting conversation, is something he falls into easily and earnestly.

But it's not like he's totally forgotten what he's doing. ]

What type of flower? [ It's asked against Esikko's thighs still but then he shifts in the same lazy and focused way so his breath is more against Esikko's dick like he's debating asking for a magical lecture while blowing him which he. Is. Earlier he got told to earn it but he asks anyway: ]

Wanna see how coherently you can teach me about it while I do this? [ Brightly said, and he does intend to listen if it's agreed to. ]

Don't say it like that...

( Mumbled, at the first part, his hand finally allows Leo's hair to slip free from his fingers completely, running his palm back up and over his own stomach just shortly afterwards. This is getting trickier, trying to focus on this conversation, on being perceived the way he wants to be, and on the blooming sensations of warmth against sensitive skin. )

I— it was a camellia... A red one. Or it was supposed to be. It never even bloomed.

( The idea of trying to focus on explaining magic while he gets blown is both nice and not, somehow— it's embarrassing?! It sounds like he'll just mess up telling it a bunch of times, and that puts Leo on top, doesn't it? He doesn't want to just roll over like that.

Even if he did like, literally just roll over, it's different. )

You're just trying to learn about it in an easy way, aren't you? Mm. ( A pause, half to suck in a breath at the one ghosted against his dick, and half to contemplate. ) I can tell you about the method I found works best for me, if you want. My blood.

[ Instead of the "yes" that was probably expected, that absolutely is bubbling up through his veins, when Leo opens his mouth again he says instead: ]

A noble death. [ Never bloomed and wilted - they're similar enough. Leo knows that flowers mean different things in different cultures on Earth, however much overlap there is. How different is the meaning in another world entirely? There's some things that seem to overlap, technology and cultures that match almost exactly or that have one specific linchpin that changes so many other things - it's fascinating, and yet despite knowing it might mean nothing he doesn't really explain it fully. It's just a quiet statement. If his gaze was any less intent it could almost be something said idly, but instead it ends up being one of those things he says like he's trying to pull off someone's skin to see the what their organs look like underneath, seemingly focused on something beyond the words he's listening to even as he drinks them in.

He's been accused of not seeing people like humans when he's like this, once or twice. But Leo thinks maybe it's the opposite thing entirely: he thinks people probably don't like being seen as human, when being seen like that often means seeing all the ugly, grasping bits of people even when they don't want them seen.

He still can't see any of it as ugly. ]

Love and devotion unrealized. [ Because that's for blooming, isn't it? Well, Esikko probably doesn't actually care about this, maybe? Leo knows he gets distracted all the time, and he ends up smiling and managing to get back on task without being ordered around for once. ]

Yeah, I wanna know. You can quiz me later if you want! [ Why he's making some reassurance he's gonna pay attention is really only known to Leo himself, but then he decides as abruptly as anything else to actually get back on topic with the promise of Esikko having to talk to him through it. Which is maybe the other half of the reason why he asked.

His mouth is at least as warm as his hands, and he's not shy about it, licking a curious and testing strip up the side before mouthing the head of it. ]

( Esikko knows flower language better than anyone he's ever met. To him, the feeling comes naturally with the flower, with the plant, a variety of symbolism that he can't escape. While he hadn't chosen the flower with any intention more than it being pretty when he was a child, the irony hadn't escaped him, it's true. But he's shocked, actually, to hear anyone reference it at all to him.

And so it makes him pause a bit, catches him off guard and leaves him unsure of what to say for longer than he realizes, until the warmth of a wet tongue is dragging up alongside his growing arousal in a casual lick, sparking a sensation through him that earns a surprised little breath.

Right, he'd forgotten where he was, for a moment. )

Ah, right. Everyone can do magic, but it's like art and science combined. To find how it works best for you, you...

( This is both harder and easier than he thought it would be. It's easy when he gets into a ramble, focused and a little excited to share, to have someone who cares enough to listen, but then falling into that so much makes the touch of lips around the head of his dick that much more noticeable. Warm, soft, enough to make him want to squirm, when he really wants to make Leo earn those little noises. His breath hitches, for a moment, and then he continues. )

Well, you have to find it yourself. There are methods that can run in family lines, but it's no guarantee, and the practice has fallen out, so it was even more difficult to discover books from that time.

( He watches Leo as he works, his own breaths deepening as he does. Is this really enough? To just blow him and listen to him... yap...?? )

I had tried so many methods, but I finally was able to find the books my father hid away. It's blood magic that works well for my family, so that's what I tried, and it worked for me, too.

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sorry for the delays/inconsistency!!

no worries! b4 I 4get, would you mind a late tag to that plant horror log?

I would love a late tag there!!

great, I wanted to get further in here before asking but had it open last month

yay no worries! I am catching up on my inbox slowly tonight so it's good timing

I'm doing tags until sleep claims me, then a round of tag outs tmrw

cheering us on thru tag rounds

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