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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. ]

( There's no shoving that comes— just slow answered kisses, lazy in mirror, but clearly enjoying. It's nice, honestly, this sort of slow, calm kissing in between the height of his heart beating, the feeling of Leo arching up into his hand from below. Lightly, he hums into the kiss to show his pleasure, giving him a few more strokes to help him ride through the pleasure.

Kissing slows, but doesn't stop as long as Leo is willing to keep it up. Not yet, anyway, not while he's enjoying this closeness, and while he's not the type to ask for it. He has to take what he can get. )

[ That's going to get oversensitive sooner than later but Leo never really minds that. He's too needy with affection when he can get it, so even when it gets to be too much he'll sometimes lean into it rather than jerk away. He'll tense a little if it goes on too long, touching him like that, but simultaneously keeps kissing Esikko because that part isn't too much at all.

Leo probably will need to be shoved off since he's perfectly content to make out with someone for hours if he's into it, humming into it as he comes back to himself slowly and then just getting caught up in lazy closeness. He likes that part, the part where there's not really a fire even if there could be one built up again, but where instead he can just let his mind drift beneath something sweeter. Usually he tries to indulge in it, unless he really can't help himself and needs to write it all down.

But he doesn't go for a marker now, so it's really just however long it takes Esikko to get sick of it. ]

( Thankfully, it's just those couple of strokes before he allows his hand to slip away, and disregarding the mess, rests it at Leo's hip, instead. The kissing continues for a sweet more moments, but it's not that he gets sick of it that causes him to stop— it's that he gets tired, and eventually, it's hard to keep up with the breaths between even as slow and lazy as this.

He sighs out against his lips, and then nudges his face to squeeze down against Leo's neck, instead, successfully breaking their kissing. Well. Suit mark taken care of, he supposes... And he's trying not to think about how nice it is to just lay around and kiss someone. It feels too intimate, for a first meeting, but of course he wants to take advantage of that, right? It's just physical, it's just that. )

I'll do something a little nicer the next time.

Hm? [ What's "nicer" by Esikko's standards anyway? Leo actually has no complaints, even if it was all a little bit meandering. He kept doing whatever he liked the whole time, so he liked all of it. He's smiling again, and transitions to running a hand through Esikko's hair if he's gonna cuddle like that. ]

I thought this was plenty nice, but if you wanna tell me what you're scheming I'm sure I'll like that, too. [ Then, cheerfully: ] I wanna wash your hair sometime.

[ That isn't even specifically sexual. Why is he bringing it up. ]

( He laughs at that, breath cool against Leo's warm neck. The hand in his hair is nice... )

I'm afraid it'll have to stay secret. It's more fun if it's spontaneous. ( Esikko nuzzles in further, content to soak up as much warmth as he can. He's so tired, he doesn't even care that they're messy. )

Why my hair, though? The pink running out isn't very cute.

Surprise me whenever you like, then. [ Apparently Leo doesn't feel like pushing and prying about it, completely fine with the idea of not knowing. He feels a little drowsy but doesn't want to sleep at all, so he keeps his hand moving so he can focus on that.

That's gonna make him feel just as hazily cozy though. ]

It's pretty, and I think you'd like it? [ There's no deeper reason than that, for that particular comment. Since Leo's fingers are carding through Esikko's hair he's thinking about it. ] The dye thing doesn't really bug me at all. Pink or blond, it's pretty.

I think I would like it.

( Esikko can't say he's had anyone ever offer that outside of maids back at the palace... And that was an entirely different sort of vibe after a certain age, wasn't it? He breathes in deeply, humming like he's trying to think of something— but really, he's just finding it difficult to want to move. )

I'm going to fall asleep like this, you know.

[ There's a pause as Leo considers that because he didn't want to sleep, but as he turns it over he decides he only didn't because he wanted to keep up the contact, and that's completely possible if they both sleep, so. Now it seems like a better idea. ]

Good plan, I dunno when I last napped anyway! ♪ [ His sleep schedule is non-existent and his other arm slots in around Esikko's waist to keep him there, then. ]

( Hmm. The idea of a bath enters his mind briefly, but he hasn't even checked if this level has them privately, or if it's just a shower, or anything else— and he's too tired anyway. So he just murmurs something that can't quite be made out, settling quietly in to sleep.

He'll steal it when he wakes up. He never naps for long, anyway. )

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