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[ Composing a spell and composing a song do sound similar, don't they? Even if the end result is wildly different and the details don't quite match up - but the time and planning and effort of putting something down and then realizing it isn't quite right or doesn't properly work and then adjusting it incrementally again and again as you undo things to redo them better until you reach the nearest possible thing to perfection - that matches up, doesn't it?

Never as effortless as it seems, but always worth it by the end.

Leo's got breath control down to an art. Not the kink - he likes it, sure, but usually done on him - but the thing you learn when you're someone who sings professionally on stage while dancing around a lot. It has alternative applications, even though Hiyori seemed kind of offended when Leo flippantly mentioned them. Namely: he's really good at timing his breathing properly regardless of what activity he's engaging in, he has a better than decent lung capacity and can go without a breath long enough for the complicated dance moves and solos he has to work through live all the time, and he's good at not panicking through it.

It helps him out a lot when he's actively starting to deepthroat someone. There's a considering hum as he thinks about asking to see a spell base sometime, but again he holds off his own questions. Just for now. Just for a bit. He'll bother Esikko with all of them later, probably, off and on.

Then, because he remembered his own little mental promise earlier, his right index finger is back up to play with the navel piercing, toying with it before he actually yanks a little. Careful precision because he doesn't wanna actually yank it out. ]

Words... are incredibly important in magic, too. Words and shapes. When I draw something out, it's like writing— each shape carries a different meaning or purpose, and you connect them with the typical connectors to form something like a sentence...

( He's beginning to struggle to know what to go on about, and that's how he knows that Leo is getting to him. He would never run out of things to say about magic. He could ramble about it, excitedly, for hours at a time, for days if given the chance. But right now, it's rising warmth and focused affection without so much as a falter, and Esikko breathes in deeply to appreciate it, tiny squirms trying to relieve the tension that's building. )

The tone of a word can mean a huge difference, even if it's the same magic term. A plant blooming, or dried up roots, for example. It— ah—

( The yank of his belly button piercing after careful toying earns a surprised little gasp, met with the smallest lift of his hips. It means he's pressing himself further into Leo's mouth without any consideration for the rhythm he's set up, and that's enough to earn another little groan from him. Magic, magic, he got the gist of it out, didn't he? And he can expand on so much more later, when he has more focus, more time, less distraction. Right now, he wants to chase this feeling, this warmth, this attention. )

It's... important. ( What had he been saying? Ugh. )

[ Don't laugh with your mouth full, Leo has to remind himself. It would just make this all awkward although there's a stuttered movement of his tongue as he as to suppress it, a warmer huff of air through his nose as his body tries anyway. That little It's important with a distracted flush as Esikko loses his train of thought entirely, like Leo could actually keep playing an entire piece on the piano through someone blowing him. But hypocrisy is fine when it looks and sounds like this, he thinks.

There's no reason to mind the rhythm being messed up because there's never one steady thread for sex. It's give and take and push and pull and stops and starts and Leo gives every sign of enjoyment for it, because a pretty groan and thrusting up is enough to make him groan with it, and he knows he's grinding his own hips down into the couch but he's not bothering to touch himself besides that absent minded movement. It doesn't matter right now. He's focusing on Esikko instead of himself which...is...isn't he the one with a mark that's darker, yes, but Leo likes to edge things out because it's fun and dangerous and because he'd rather see someone else fall apart at least three quarters of the time.

He's still trying to see how rough. He's slept with a few people who don't mind the slightest scrape of teeth like this but it's always kind of a dangerous trick - something barely there, and pulling back if that's bad, but experimental defines a lot of what he does. And Esikko liked some of the other rough stuff. ]

You...

( Still trying, Esikko moves his arm to drape over his own eyes, as if that might help cover the expressions he's starting to make. Leo's groan rumbles from around him, and that combined with the scrape of teeth, subtle as it is, has his body shuddering. It's almost too much, from the way his breath almost hisses out, but then he rocks his hips up again, free hand grasping to find Leo, to find his hair, something to grab onto. It's taking every bit of self control to not flip them onto the floor and start fucking into him, but he's trying to be... reasonable. Patient. )

You get the idea.

( He's done explaining. )

[ Esikko's done explaining so Leo pulls off because he can honestly be annoying and there's pure affectionate laughter in his expression even though he's being mean. He's being mean to both of them because he doesn't want to stop but he has this thing about edging himself sometimes along with whatever unfortunate soul gets caught up with him, so he grins like he's begging to get punched or something. ]

But I wanted to hear more about the different types of bases for spells? [ He actually does want to hear about this more, for the record. But he's also so obviously just being a jerk for the sake of it, playful with it, even though his hands are still on Esikko's body because he can't bring himself to go totally hands off even if he goes mouth off to see if he'll get yelled at yet. ]

That's...

( That's not fair, first of all! The start of that sentence comes out with such force that the rest of it sort of fizzles out at first, and Esikko throws the arm away from his own face to flop against the couch, eyes pointing down at Leo. He can feel his arousal twitching at the sudden lack of attention, of warmth, and he tries again. )

That's a different topic. I'll tell you later.

( With a frustrated little noise he tries to keep held back, he rocks his hips up, trying to get some more friction. )

You can't stop now.

I mean, I totally could if I wanted to jump into my suit effects fully. That could be kinda interesting, I guess, but I get the feeling I'd probably end up doing something violent. Hate that!

[ Why does he sound so cheerful about it, then. Leo's grip tightens and he pushes down, keeping Esikko in place as he continues on, blithely: ]

Promise to draw one of those bases on me before you leave here and I'll keep going.

[ Blithely and breathlessly. Why has he decided that he wants to see a spell on his own skin? Probably best not to question it too closely and just accept that Leo's completely delighted at the thought and apparently seems to think it's worth blackmail or bribery for his own weird pursuit of pleasure. ]

Huh?

( Yet again, he's surprised by where Leo goes with absolutely anything. But that's an easy sort of answer, one that's met with an impatient little puff and a reach up to touch at his cheek. His body is too cold, even as flushed as he feels from arousal. )

Fine, yes— I'll even do a spell, if you want, so just keep going.

Really? [ He does want that, actually! It's not music, but to Esikko it means the same thing, right? Leo wants to see what that looks like in reverse, so he's beaming happy with it, the emotion bubbling up and overflowing like it always does. Spades is so utterly the reverse of Leo's natural personality (except when it isn't) and maybe that's why he got it. ]

Thanks, Ikko! I love you! ♪ [ Words he always means when he says them, and not something he expects anything back for until he learns the rhythm. Hiyori's "I love me too!" and Jun's embarrassed acceptance that's how Leo is and Rinne laughing about it. Easy affection, difficult affection, endlessly flowing affection -

This has annoyed a lot of other people, too, but anyone who deals with Leo for any real length of time has to find some way of handling it. It's not like he's the sort of person you can change.

The promise of something even more than he asked for (a spell!!!!) is enough to appease his random dive into blackmail, and Leo has no problem holding up his end of the bargain then. Decides that kissing the head of Ikko's dick is a thing he should do (why though) before he gets back to work, pleased enough that he forgot he was going to try to get Ikko to promise to keep talking, too. ]

You...??

( It seemed like a simple wish to grant, one that he has fun with, so he wasn't expecting a burst of the L word like that. Combined with the immediate and enthusiastic bounce back to sucking him off, any words he attempts to formulate are turned into a mess that's entirely caught off guard. He can feel that tension coiling from his core, can feel it approaching that much quicker from a little jump, and it's... stupid. You don't mean that is what he thinks, automatically.

Because he's not like the hearts suit, or at least he never thought he was, but then this place came along and messed with his emotions. Started to make him... care? To think that there are things he wants that he can't just take by force?

Ugh. It was always there, beneath it all, but how was he supposed to know that. Now, he's just going to pretend that he's not closer to release than ever because of it all. )

[ Naru said it was basically a catchphrase, once. But then, Leo always said it near daily to Knights and meant it with total devotion each time. Leo's said it a lot, and the thing people miss sometimes is that he always means it. There's always something true about it. Suki and daisuki da and aishiteru yo thrown about depending on his mood and the moment and so very few people take him seriously but it's not something he'd ever bother to lie about.

There's people he loves in a single moment who might disappear in the next. There's people he loves in every single moment who won't ever be erased even if he never sees them again after his next heartbeat. Love has never been a problem for him - and it's always been the thing that ends up breaking him at some point.

Still, it's always easy. He never minds the inevitable doom that's always possible after you say those words and feel them. It's fine, he thinks, if a story ends in tragedy. Knights never agrees.

More and more and more. More emotions, more sound, more experiences. Every single shining jewel to keep forever and every single moment that will fade away if he doesn't catch it in a melody.

Esikko doesn't have to believe him, either. Leo's eyes are warm anyway, and his mouth is warm, and there's some sort of amused challenge there because he's aware he pushed someone off balance and he can tell it had at least as much of an impact as anything else.

...he's still gonna go back to playing with the navel piercing as he sucks, though, because that reaction was funny, too. Cute and interesting and he thinks a longer chain would be fun to yank. ]

( It's getting harder for him to hold back. It's not easy, from his back like this, to keep rocking his hips upward— but he presses past the ache of his out of shape body to try and meet the dips of Leo's head, and that little yank at his jewelry earns another startled noise, his hand moving automatically over Leo's wrist. Not to stop him, really, but the reflex is there.

It doesn't have to go much longer like this. The warmth is enough, the feelings are enough, and Esikko allows himself to relax into it all. Tension builds until he can't hold it back any longer, and there's a soft whine. There's no verbal warning when he comes, so hopefully Leo doesn't mind that part, either. Just the flexing of his muscles and the hard spurts of cum as he presses up more than before, tries to hold himself there, to hold Leo there so that he can ride out the waves of pleasure. )

[ The only thing he minds about a lack of verbal warning is the part where there isn't sound - not where there's a lack of warning at all. Grabbing Leo's wrist, for the record, gets him to stop what he'd been doing with his hand instantly even though that wasn't the intent. He reads it as stop or wait and Leo always listens to that sort of thing in bed because he doesn't want to do anything hated or unwanted. But he twists his wrist to hold Esikko's hand instead, thumb smoothing over his palm in some silent apology for an imagined slight.

There's no need to hold him down really but he's happy enough not to struggle, obligingly trying to take Esikko to the root and swallowing, utterly focused on that moment of destruction and not wanting to take away from it with anything of his own. He's so quiet, listening and watching, but his tongue doesn't stop moving even if he's blessedly not talking still. It's still usually a good idea to shove something in his mouth to stop all the stupid things he always says.

He's the sort of person who keeps going after it's over, waiting to be shoved off when it gets too oversensitive. ]

( It's nice, at first, that intensity is nice. The overwhelming way it feels has him squirming and gasping, but then all at once it hits a line where he has to push at Leo, gentle and with repeated little whines: )

Okay, okay, no more—

( With a heavy breath, he takes a moment to come down from that intensity, but reaches just as quickly with his arms to encourage Leo back up and over him. Come here. )

[ One push is enough to get him to pull back, at least. Leo's never really been interested in doing anything people didn't want unless he's really deep into Suits effects, and even then his obsessions tend to be colored by who he is as a person.

He's quick and eager to come when called - perhaps a bit too much since he doesn't bother to be careful with it, throwing himself higher with a laugh because he really does like sex and affection and it's easy when he's not being pushed away. He's allowed to kiss so he does, briefly, before pulling off to demand: ]

Hey, take care of me! [ He doesn't say please. ]

( It's pretty cute, all things considered, and Esikko breathes out a laugh for it. Leaning up, he closes the distance once more with another kiss, short and sweet. )

Oh, you want help now? I'm a little tired, though?

( He's teasing, but even as he does so, his hand reaches to ghost slender fingers along the length of Leo's arousal. It's not anywhere near enough, he's sure. )

Have any ideas?

Well yeah and more than half of them won't work with you tired. [ But it doesn't really sound like he minds that, because he doesn't. Leo's not too complicated when it comes to things like this - he doesn't exactly get his heart set in any one way sex plays out so he's happy with whatever direction it goes in. ]

We can try 'em next time. For now, I don't mind that you have cold hands if you keep saying things. You've got the prettiest voice, you know. It makes my brain just flow along from one line to the next. I'm easy for it so just do anything. [ He knows he's being teased, and he's pouting, but Leo also doesn't grab but seems willing to wait a second to see where this is going. ]

Haha, you're taking my complaints seriously? You don't have to worry. I can push myself a little.

( The tired comment was a tease, much like the loose wrap of his fingers around Leo's length now. He pumps his hand there a few times, rolling. They're on the couch, but he wants to be on top for this, if he can. It's an easier angle.

It's also easier to lean in close to his ear, humming. )

Maybe I'll come up with a spell to make things truly exciting, next time.

Oh, you're just being mean - [ That's a lot of things all at once. Leo doesn't care about being flipped - he automatically helps out, even, the same casual flexible grace he uses on stage dancing helping balance them without minding the swap in the least. His exclamation was not a complaint but a realization, laughing.

He doesn't finish it properly. Loses his train of thought all over again, choking down a moan not because he really cares about being heard but because sometimes he keeps quiet when he's listening really hard and that's what he does when he hears that hum. It makes him jerk, and he bites down another laugh. Mean, but it's funny to him. ]

- what, what spell?

( Esikko is feeling a little tired, a little lazy, but Leo's cute, energetic reactions keep him going. From on top like this, he can lean down and on top of him, just to the side enough to keep stroking him as he tucks his face into his neck, right at the base of his ear. An easy handjob, but hopefully this talk still helps. )

Hmmm... Maybe something like, I temporarily take away your vision. You'd hear so much better that way, you know?

( His hand moves faster, groping and tugging at him more insistently to try and earn those gasping little reactions. And just when it seems like it might be getting too intense, he backs off only slightly, drawing it out. Just a bit. )

Or, I could link our physical sensations so we'd feel the same thing together. Can you imagine that?

[ The talk helps. Of course it helps. Leo's so strung out and he's a sucker for a pretty voice directed at him, and it means he half doesn't even want to respond in case Esikko just keeps talking. He can't see his face like this so Leo shuts his eyes because it doesn't matter if he fights to keep them open if all there is to see is his ceiling.

He's grabby. A hand on Esikko's arm and one in his hair, but Leo doesn't push or pull for the moment even if his fingers twist a bit too rough when he whines when Esikko backs off. Close to the edge then stalled, but he tries to focus on the question because he thinks it's a pop qui or something. ]

I can imagine anything, [ Leo sounds keyed up, frustrated, but also like he's trying to turn it over in his mind on command. His tongue darts over his lower lip as his nose scrunches. His mind is a bit slower when he's totally distracted, but it flickers when he has a breath. ] and it sounds like - like fun, if you get to fuck someone or get fucked when you're linked, 'cause a phantom sensation like it's both at once sounds fun.

[ He's giving feedback on the ideas, a little dazed but trying to collaborate by instinct. Like he's been asked an opinion on a song. ]

I don't - I don't know the limitations of spells enough from a five minute primer, but if, if you're gonna take away a sensation, why - why not be ambitious with it? Can a spell be like an instrument you can dial off and on with each sensation depending on a certain input? - hard questions, meaaaaaan. Ikko's mean! But a base with - multiple nodes, right? That a thing or not - ?

[ He half wants to ask to stop being made to think, but Leo likes being bullied a little so he ends up not even bothering because then he'd have to pout about that instead. ]

( ...Okay, all of this just makes Esikko laugh. It's not his usually little breathy chuckles either— it's a bright, vibrant thing, matched with an increase in the pace of his strokes as he presses his lips against the side of Leo's neck. He's having a good time, clearly, and he rewards that with the attention he gives through his fingers, not just quick but careful to squeeze just enough in all the right ways. )

You take my words so seriously... It's incredibly cute. ♪ I wanted your imagination to go wild, but you say it all aloud, too~

( It's fun. Fun, and so he won't draw this out for forever, keeping up the pace of his hand, kissing along his neck to his jaw. )

It doesn't work like that. The spell is more like... that sheet music, I suppose, all planned out. If you don't do it just right, you won't get the correct end result, either.

Does blood type matter in blood magic? [ A hazy question that doesn't even matter in terms of what they were talking about, asked only because it flits through Leo's mind and therefore he has to say it, obviously not totally focused to start with but trying to pay attention anyway.

It means there's a furrow in his brow, concentrating, and his pulse keeps jacking up as he hovers at the edge of close enough. ]

You can - ummm, you can play conductor then. [ Whenever. He can't focus too much on the other questions about that spell, can't even mark them down for later, but giving up control doesn't bother Leo all the time. He swings between not wanting to be restricted and not minding someone else being in charge depending entirely on the situation, the person involved, and his own mood.

Talking helps, but Leo makes an annoyed little noise and tugs on Esikko's hair to try to get him to come up for a kiss as he feels himself start to spiral out because he'd rather be kissing when he comes undone rather than not. This time, this second, anyway. So why not demand it? ]

Shh. I don't know what that means.

( Blood type, that is. Because they haven't... been discovered or identified yet anyway, and it turns out that, kind of, but not in the way you'd expect. It's unimportant right now, anyway, because Esikko feels needed for this kiss, and that's the best kind of feeling he could ask for. He answers it with an eager press of his own, timing it with more insistent strokes, almost merciless as he aims to bring Leo to completion. )

[ If Leo remembers at some point he'll give some kind of primer on the pseudoscience of blood type personalities, but it's likely to come to him at a future random moment disconnected from this one rather than picking back up his train of thought right now. He can't keep it in mind right now.

There's a body pushing down into his, and even if it's cold instead of warm there's lips on his like it's easy and wanted. Leo doesn't need much when he's like this - he was already achingly hard from getting Esikko off, so it really is only a few more strokes and a kiss that has him arching up into it as he comes, gasping with it but refusing to let the kiss break even as it becomes something sloppy and lazy on his side, because he's needy with it and Esikko doesn't seem to care if he is. He likes winding down from it still kissing, humming a soft note into Esikko's mouth that sounds content and dazed and cozy as he clings waiting to be shoved off. ]

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