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Soft, the sweet sound of silence.
Hours separated from the cheering and raucous hollering of his teammates, schoolmates, and the Bead Brawl crowd, Vil felt the ringing in his ears begin to dissipate away, down to a low hum amplified by the quiet of the royal hot springs. All the recognition from their success in the games, the pomp and circumstance that followed, all of that had left Vil flush with victorious attention.
But as he began to disrobe, each piece of clothing and accessory stripped off the prior rush of adrenaline he didn’t realize was propelling him forward. Pinning back his hair and sweeping it in tandem with the towel he tied around his waist, Vil raised his attention to the nearby mirror in the changing room and grimaced. He would never admit it aloud, that would be a brazen chance for opposition to the reality, but he looked tired. Beyond tired, actually. He had wiped off what makeup had remained after the mix of tournament sweat and savannah heat and he could tell that some of the serum didn’t absorb to his desire. Some of it slipped down his face in the tepid climate of the room - were those eye bags visible to anyone else or was he imagining them?
“Whatever,” he huffed, pinning back his hair. Vil tied the towel at his waist snug with a huff, sliding his feet into bath slippers uninterrupted in his stride out of the changing room.
Almost immediately upon seeing the lack of people in the springs, Vil felt himself relax. Only a few days prior did the spring feel too claustrophobic; with Kalim and Lilia bounding into the water to disrupt Vil’s peace. But without them here, the royal family’s wing of the hot springs felt cavernous. The walk over to his desired pool, one of the larger in the space, took no time at all.
Vil removed the fluffy towel wrapped low around his hips and placed his slippers away from the lip of the spring. Skin pale as moonlight, Vil watched as his foot breached the surface of the water. He released a near immediate sigh at the sensation of the bath engulfing his body. Vil gingerly stepped his other foot down, a slight hiss at the pressure to his weaker ankle, and sank amongst the gurgling bubbles of the bath. Oh, the water felt divine. More so now that Vil was alone and could sink in and let the water wrap around his body in a sweet embrace.
“Incredible,” Vil breathed, stretching his legs and flexing his feet. He could sense, despite being under water, the pops of his ankle joints as he circled them around in a test of mobility.
“Ok…almost- ow.”
He found his mobility range and well…The ache suddenly shifted from the recesses of his mind to the forefront. Vil knew he was a damn good actor but maybe - just maybe - he pushed it a little too far. He cast a glance down toward his ankle.
Was his skin pink from irritation, or from the sweltering hot springs air?
Shit.
Feeling the pulse under his skin quicken with beginnings of worry, Vil tried to push it out of his head. He’d be fine, he thought. He didn’t have to interact with the others until tomorrow. “Thank Seven for that,” he muttered to himself.
At the very least, Vil knew he could rely on Leona ignoring him when he came back to pick up the Pomefiore house warden from where he all but kicked him out of his jeep. Kalim, Lilia, the Ramshackle duo; they had all waved Vil off as he disembarked the jeep. They were still bussing with excitement over their victory at Bead Brawl and plans were flying a mile a minute at how they would party all night and celebrate until dawn. Leona, the ass, had waved him off with each finger dipping in a mocking drum before barking when he’d come back.
“Sunset, that’s more than enough time.” Leona had said, leaning out the jeep with a hand gripping the steering wheel.
Vil responded with a roll of his eyes, “Fair is fair. Even better, since I don’t need to spend it with you.”
He raised a hand to wave in return. Paused. Thought the gesture over, and then proceeded to turn the wave into flipping Leona off. The sun had gleamed so bright in those green eyes of his that it stunned Vil for a moment. Leona blinked once, twice, then grinned a grin of matching brightness. It made Vil’s heart lurch when Leona sped off in that rattling death machine trailing dust clouds behind him.
He hated that Leona could still captivate him.
That was a thought for another time.
“Pathetic.” Vil leaned his head back with a thump. He exhaled all of the air from his lungs before breathing in the hot spring vapors with slow, measured breaths.
Vil found himself thinking back to when he was first lured into Leona’s foolish - brilliant, his traitorous mind suggested - plan. Was he really so swayed by a promise of having the ‘time of his life’? Did avarice for beauty products and a once in a lifetime experience in the hot springs of the royal family have his morals falling by the wayside. Or was it-
Vil drummed his fingers on the rocky surface he sat upon. His lips were downturned in rumination. Or was it that maybe, just maybe, Vil started thinking back upon their past together.
Leona hadn’t lied when he said himself and Vil knew each other well due to being classmates. Vil doubted Jack could sense the way Leona avoided inflecting emotion in the statement. And he himself knew the lion well enough to know when he was temperature checking for a reaction. Lilia - observant and wise beyond any other years - clocked it, but kept it to himself. He did attempt to catch Vil’s gaze on multiple occasions throughout the trip, Vil could feel those big red eyes on him when his back was turned. Lilia knew too much for his own good and frankly, Vil was more than aware of Leona too. When Leona guided them through the bazaar, when Leona toured the palace, when Leona vetoed Vil sitting in the front seat; Vil was only human.
He was only human, therefore it made sense that he would ruminate upon his and Leona’s breakup. It had been a year, for Seven’s sake!
It had been a year and Vil had ascertained that was more than enough time for him to be over it. The breakup had been like the handful of breakups he and Leona had been through. Lashing emotions, nonchalance in response. Avoiding each other for hours, a day at max, before they found their way back into each other’s arms and in each other’s faces; or beds.
But this breakup was different. One day went by. A week. Weeks turned into months and they fell back into cordial formalities. For Vil didn’t want to be the one to broach the subject. If Leona wanted him back, he could say it to his beautiful face. But he didn’t, and it’s not like he could avoid Leona seeing as they had nearly every class together. That Leona gave enough of a shit to show up to every housewarden meeting. An ever present rose thorn in his side.
Leona invited him along for this excursion treating him as a…well, as a friend.
Or something close to it; placing him above whatever hare brained excuse Leona made up to not be around Malleus lest he make a fool of himself. Tending to and being concerned for Vil’s safety and reading right through the facade to cloak his ankle pain. The way Leona had brushed over his skin with such gentle touch with his muscular arms about to scoop him up-
Vil shuddered despite the warm water’s temperature.
He felt like one of his many fanboys, ogling over magazine spreads of Vil they taped up on their walls. Leona was objectively beautiful; sure. Moving on from that thought. But in his traditional wear decked out in deep, rich hues of color and ornamental garb, the way the fabrics cinched his waist, broadened his shoulders, skimmed past the tattoo that circled his bicep with every flex. And the way when Leona stepped in the ring, leather armaments so snug they appeared painted on his skin. Sweat dripping down his abdominal as he won the match, Vil found his mind full of fuzz.
Time could pass. Time will pass. Vil would move on in life and he can make peace with the fact he still finds Leona attractive. Desires to be with him.
Pathetic, Vil scolds himself. And that, Vil grimaced, was the problem. One that he would write in his diary back at Pomefiore and torch until his magipen threatened to form blot all over again.
At least he had the hot springs and the steam that surrounded him. A spring that’s supposed to be relieving him of all ailments and worries and allowing them to melt away in the water. Vil needed to get out of his head. The water would be his company, the silence could fill his mind instead-
“-Vil.”
He couldn’t catch a fucking break.
Vil’s stomach lurches at the same time his heart leapt, which results in a fleeting thought that he might hurl. But no, he had composure. He has no reason to react this strongly, his mind getting the best of him. How dare he think that he could have a single peaceful moment on this trip without his eerily strong powers of manifestation, his future coming at him fast. And so Vil turns his head, face unimpressed, to acknowledge Leona’s voice.
“Well, I knew solitude was too good to be true. At least you gave me a few minutes alone before crashing my party of one.” Vil frowns, deadpan.
Leona was sauntering toward him out of the steam of the springs. Vil could describe it as epitome of ‘owning the place’ because that was the reality, but Leona was looking as cocky as he always knew him to be. The approaching man has his signature annoying smirk plastered on his face, ears flicking in unabashed delight. His hair was tied back in a pony tail at the nape of his neck, his braids hanging over the towel tossed across his shoulders, his rich skin trailing down, down, down.
Oh.
Of course Leona wouldn’t be wearing anything aside from the towel at his shoulders - they were in a hot spring. The royal wing of the hot spring where Leona said they’d be alone with no one from the palace to check on them. Why shouldn’t he be naked with this sweltering heat. Perspiration started to form across Leona’s broad, defined chest. Drops lost against gravity as they beaded down the slope of his pecs. They could almost be tits, if Vil pressed them together to bite marks into. Get a fucking grip Vil, where did that come from , he chastises himself. Only minutes ago did Vil think back on their past together and now? Was he so depraved that his eyes were trying to not linger on Leona’s nipples?
Vil would be convinced Leona could read minds with the smirk growing on his stupid full lips; lips he knew were bitten plump from Leona’s own agitation at living. If Leona had more desire to train, Vil could only imagine how much more fit he’d be. Even now, the lion’s abs were sculpted to perfection, his Adonis belt a perfect guide to the part of Leona that Vil was actively ignoring, the part nestled between his shapely legs.
Mercy, he needs an ice bath after this. Not just for his pores, but for his sanity.
“It's been half past the hour, you've been here for a bit. Besides, I live to disrupt other people’s quiet. Especially when I realized hey,” Leona shrugged, “Sounds like a good idea to nap in a hot spring.”
Vil had never focused so hard on Leona’s face before. He refused to give the other the satisfaction of knowing how hard he was trying to not notice Leona’s thatch of pubic hair and the appendage bobbing up and down. Vil did notice out of his periphery, though, how Leona’s tail swished in counter balance with the bob of his dick. Like a metronome, counting his slipping mask down to when it falls off.
Fairest Queen, forgive him.
Vil placed his thumb and forefinger to his temple and closed his eyes in annoyance - not to avoid looking at Leona naked anymore - and groaned. “Nap in a hot spring? Ever heard of drowning?”
“I know you’d save me out of the kindness of your heart,” he could hear the toothy smirk on Leona’s lips, “And not in the water, you have no idea how good it feels to lay on these rocks. Almost like your own personal heated bed-”
Vil dropped his hand, letting it smack the water with an undignified sound, “You could have taken your jeep on a joyride alone in the savanna. Savor your last few moments of peace before we head back. Give me until sunset like you said but no! Instead I hear drivel about a heated bed and sleeping on the ground.”
“Joyride is doing heavy lifting in that sentence,” Leona scowled, “Somehow, believe it or not, you neutralize Vanrouge and Kalim in the drives, so with you gone I couldn’t hear my engine over their yappin’. If I wasn’t tasked with getting them back safely I woulda kicked them out and had them walk back.
“Besides the options as they were, were bein’ hounded by my fur-ball nephew, bein’ pissed off by Neji, bein’ forced to celebrate even more with Kalim and that spindly little fae, or.” Leona now stood at the edge of the spring, looking down upon Vil. Vil stared right back up at him. “Bein’ around you.”
“Wow, the lesser of four evils.” leered Vil, “The adoration of your cute nephew, the duty of your handler, the jovial celebration with chosen classmates, or me. Your-“
Vil cut himself off. The sentence trailed off unspoken, rising with the steam to the sparkling heavens above. He met Leona’s eye as the prince stared down at him. Could see the moment a muscle twitched on his cheek; fleeting but present. The bastard was waiting for Vil to finish the thought but thankfully for Vil, his willpower refused to see him be played the fool. That does beg the deeper question that his mind drifted to.
What were they?
Exes, for one, but surely not friends. Cordial - when needed - depending on housewarden business. Friendly, when it benefited both sides mutually or Vil was feeling particularly bossy to achieve his desires. But what do you become when you’ve been exposed to the most intimate parts of another being and they’ve seen you flayed open with your vulnerability and ego stripped away alongside your clothes.
And the Leona that decided to save Vil from his own self-inflicted suffering. “Yeah, my least insufferable nuisance,” he says as he drops the towel from his shoulder and all but slams himself into the water to sit upon the rocky bench.
Vil yelps as the wave cast from the motion licks up his chest, hot water blooming warm on his clammy skin. “You’re so kind,” he deadpans as Leona chuckles at his misfortune.
Vil had perceived the hot spring vast when it was just himself, but the second Leona sat himself down that space disappeared; magic.
He felt stifled now, aware that half of the space now belongs to Leona that he refused to cross. That as Leona pops his back with a satisfied purr and adjusts to the water temperature, that he is naked across Vil. Leona closed his eyes and sank back to rest against the wall. Those damned beads of perspiration on Leona’s chest were dripping down his pecs to mix with the water of the spring and Vil had to lean his head back to stare up at the sky.
He’d be betraying his own decree of appreciating beauty if he didn’t dwell on how fit Leona was. It had been a while, not since….well, since he himself ended things. Vil stuck to ex étiqueté and became a perceived normal whenever they had to change for class; he wasn’t uncouth. Although he stuck to his moral compass less when - on particular days in class when the room sweltered - Leona would ruck his shirt up. A flash of abs that felt like a brick wall of memory colliding with Vil’s mind. Even less so when Rook would drag him along to observe spelldrive practices.
Epel would go wizzing by, cutting knife-like through air to perform a trick that even Vil could recognize wasn’t correctly done. And like clockwork, Leona would float over, feet pressed to the top of his broom in magnificent balance to bark corrections at the younger boy. The excitement that rippled off Epel when Leona would compliment him, then proceed to deal out critique that the younger student took and nodded with fervor to correct. It was an odd sight to see how much Epel admired Leona, but the field was the one place that everyone knew Leona expressed power and reign. Where Vil felt he should be agitated for another housewarden reprimanding his own student even within student extracurriculars, he found himself hardly caring on the hotter days. When Leona would have his sleeves rolled up and biceps bulging from his strength training. How Leona’s muscles rippled when he shot a heavy handed disc shot.
One practice in particular stuck out in Vil’s traitorous recollection. Leona sweat so heavily through his shirt the yellow fabric stuck firm to his skin. The muscles of his back visible, defined, and clinging in such a way Vil had to squash his traitorous thoughts that flung him back to when he would run his tongue down that heated skin-
“Passed out over there?”
Vil snapped out of his thoughts with a huff, “If only. No, if you must know I was actually appreciating the silence.”
A moment passed before it was Leona’s turn to sigh and cast his sights on the stars. “I gotcha.” he said, “I forgot how it is out here at night. Kinda nice.”
Vil regards him gently; a telltale sign of Leona relaxing was when he would give up information on his childhood. It was a charm point Vil never told him. “One time,” Leona continues, “when my brother was bein’ a bitch, I ran away out here. Dead silent, stayed here all night.”
“Impressive you were prepared enough for a runaway stunt,” Vil chided.
Leona snorts, “Nah. Fell asleep and that’s why I know the naps here are good. Sure, I almost drowned in the water ‘cause I rolled in, but I’m alive now aren’t I?”
Vil let out a scoff, “Kingscholar! Your poor parents must have had countless heart attacks when you were a kid.”
“Fuck ‘em. Still give it to ‘em now, but the added bonus of my brother’s ire is nice,” Leona says with a curling grin.
“Mm…” Vil hums, “I do get it though. If I were you? I’d come here all the time to escape.” he sighed, “Think of the culmination of beauty I could achieve at such a young age until now.”
“Don’t know how much more you need, but yea.” Leona agreed before turning his attention to the sky.
Vil felt his blush dusting across his cheeks, “Is that a compliment, Kingscholar?”
“Compliments and the truth usually go hand in hand,” replies Leona.
"Are the stars telling you what to say? Aren't they just big balls of gas like you told us earlier, right?" He could feel Leona's attention back on him, "Compliments won't get you out of the reality that my first time being in this beautiful city is under the pretenses of helping you out of a bind.”
Leona blew a damp hair out of his eyes from where it fell out of his updo, “And whose fault is that? Never seemed like you gave interest to the idea of me takin’ you home.”
“Don’t give me that nonsense. To give interest in an idea, one must present the idea. And you never did, so I'm bringing it up now. What, with all your compliments and truth telling.”
Leona frowned at him. His jaw worked and Vil knew that he was holding back what words he wanted to say. It made Vil feel a pang of apology, but he would ignore it.
"I apologize," Vil conceded, "I can now understand your lack of desire to show your home to people. Even those close to you. Your court advisor is…” Vil searched for the right word.
“An ignoramus cunt in my life?” Leona raised a brow.
Vil purses his lips, “I would say, suffocating. But it just means you’re well loved.”
There was a beat of silence between the two. The only sound was the gurgling of the water, and of Vil lifting himself gently to move so a carved out jet of bubbles in the wall could slam in to a knot in his lower back.
“Thanks.”
Vil sputtered, his hand slipping against the surface of the rock. His cheeks were flushing a heated pink; from the springs or from the statement, he wouldn't dare tell. Righting himself, Vil gently places his foot that throbbed in agitation of the jolted movement on the seat of the spring. Closer to Leona’s leg than before but with enough distance they felt miles apart. It was a stupid strain, why was it so easy to irritate again - or why was he so easily thrown by a simple thanks.
“Thanks?” repeats Vil.
Leona pushes his hair out of his face. Vil’s eyes follow his fingers through the locks, down the sweeping motion of the hair push, settles where Leona has his hand against the outside of the spring. He blames it on attempting to ignore the irregular throb from his ankle. No other reason.
“Can’t a guy thank his darling dear classmate for being understanding?”
“Being nice doesn’t look good on you,” Vil pouts, “It feels disingenuous.”
Leona snorts, “I ain’t nice and you didn’t let me finish. Thanks for the tournament. And don’t make me repeat it.”
Vil huffed a breath through his nose. “Of course you won’t. But, to give credit where credit is due. As much as I hate to admit it, we always did work well together. You still made sure the team got there in the end.”
"You can say I'm a great leader, I know it," grinned Leona, "And don't pout."
“This isn’t pouting you lout,” Vil said, “And stop making me frown. These hot springs are meant to bring relaxation and peace to my face. And then there’s you.”
He lifted a leg, gleaming from the spring below and the moonlight above, to push at Leona’s shoulder, “Coming in here to bother me. Talking to me to keep me from relaxing and trying to ruin my night-“
Vil winced when the sole of his foot found the unmovable force of Leona’s shoulder. Shit, his ankle. It took nothing for the other to get under his skin, focus on him, and apparently forget that Vil twisted a ligament earlier in the day. A flicker of weakness over his features, Vil steeled his face as he stared Leona down. Unfortunately for him, Leona was perceptive as he’s always been and dragged an arm off the side of the spring to intercept the futile kick.
Leona caught the kick and wrapped his hand around the arch of Vil's foot. “So you really were acting through the pain, huh. You’d act through a broken bone if you had something to prove.”
“Some call that commitment,” Vil winced.
“Yeah?” Leona squeezes his grip in taunt, “Some call that bein’ stupid as shit.”
The springs ran bubbling hot yet Vil felt ice spread up his veins when Leona’s hand touched his skin. He watched as the prince’s fingers slid up his foot and gently brushed over his ankle. The grip settled atop his calf, right above the tender part of his leg. Vil, who prided himself on being svelte and toned at the epitome of beauty, found himself cursing that same beauty as Leona’s fingers encircled his calf. The nails pressed against Vil’s skin, meeting together in a rich golden ring.
“Told you not to exert yourself,” Leona said, annoyed, “Your calf muscle’s strained from overcompensating. All for your stolen valor.”
“I will kick you with my good leg you ass-“
“Let me do this for you, huh?”
"Do what?"
Leona met Vil’s eyes, sharply intent on getting his way. He always reserved this look for arguments he knew he would win, and unfortunately for Vil, he wasn’t in the mood to put up a fight. For once, he wanted to see what Leona would try.
“I suppose you do have expertise with sports injuries from spelldrive,” conceded Vil.
“Thanks, Princess.” Leona grinned, reaching his other hand to join on Vil’s leg. He pressed his thumb into the meat of Vil’s calf before glancing up once more, “Say when it hurts?”
“Sure.” Vil rushed out.
The moment Leona started rubbing into the muscle, Vil felt his whole body shudder.
He hoped that the beastman didn’t feel it but the shit eating look on Leona’s focused face told him otherwise. It had been a while since Leona had last touched him in anything more than a swat to the arm or, more commonly, a hot breath against his face mid argument in a dorm meeting. But Leona was probably the only other person aside from Rook - Seven thankful he’s not here - who knew Vil’s body so intimately. The thought of which should not be affecting Vil so.
Yet.
Vil found himself silencing his mind as Leona slid his hand up the exposed leg and found himself reveling in the sensation that the massage was giving him. Each firm press had a gasp bubbling behind Vil’s closed lips. Leona massaged the way he did everything else; firm with authority and observation from watching and knowing his prey. It wasn’t lost on Vil how Leona held him still so as to not disrupt his ankle with a strong, solid grip. The steam was skewing Vil’s rationale. He needed to feel more. Vil slipped forward to get closer to Leona’s hold, water splashing the side of the spring as he shifted his arms to brace along the lip of the pool.
Leona - to his credit - said nothing verbally, but the bastard’s ears flicked in smug satisfaction. He kneads his thumb into Vil’s calf muscle with a harder pressure than what he had been using, Vil can’t help the strangled sound punched out of him.
“F-fuck you asshole, that hurts.” Vil hissed, “Would it kill you to be soft for once?”
“Never a problem for you before though,” Leona looked up at him. His thumb pressed the muscle again, holding firmly until Vil hissed through his teeth. “You’re handling it well, yeah?”
“Sure, but that was in relation to-“
“What? We break up and you become a prude? Can't handle having my hand on your leg?”
Vil sputters, “H-How dare you speak on that!”
“What, on us dating? Schoenheit, discretion was out the window day one,” Leona boasted, hand rubbing up over his knee. “You've been wanting to talk about it this entire time we've been in this water. I can smell the desperation of it on you. Be serious.”
It was becoming hard to be serious as Leona started rubbing firmly down Vil’s exposed thigh. The blond found himself arching his back to keep his hands grounded to the edge of the spring. He had to watch as Leona’s hand slid further down, rubbing the tense flesh of his inner thigh. Pressing in against the pale skin, earning a shiver in return, pulling back up toward his knee; always aiming lower. Vil would deny how his legs parted ever so slightly to accommodate the ever wandering hand. He would argue that he did not whimper when Leona reached further down and grabbed at his inner thigh, kneading the tense adductor muscle there. But he knew he did, and louder than he anticipated. He blamed it on the physical activity of the days prior.
“I’m always serious when it comes to y-“
Vil let out a gasp that gave way to a whine. Leona, the bastard, had reached even further to skim his thumb against the root of Vil’s now erect cock. And how he ached. The moment the other had touched and rubbed his thigh, his body gave in. Leona watched him with a look like he wanted to devour him.
Yet his hand had stilled.
Vil felt himself tremble when Leona swiped his thumb again, letting the drag of his thumb nail send a shock through Vil. “What are you doing?” Vil dared to ask.
Leona swiped his thumb again, slower. He took his time feeling the curve of the shaft as he leaned forward and crowded Vil’s space. "What do you think I'm doing?"
Whatever he thought Leona was doing, Vil wasn't prepared for when he was hauled out of the water by his hips. When did Leona even get his hands on his hips? The action punched a gasp from Vil's lips as he scrambled to brace himself upon the sides of the spring. He pinwheels his arms with a lack of grace, gripping the side of the spring to balance himself from the sudden movement.
Seven be still, those hands felt at home on his hips.
What the fuck was this muscled lunatic doing, hoisting him up like that with no warning? Manicured fingertips slipped slightly against the condensation of the side of the pool, abs flexed in the position he now found himself holding. Was that his leg lifted over Leona’s shoulder? What fucking table was turned in that moment. He yelped, back ramrod straight as he felt Leona’s fingers gripping his hips and keeping him suspended out of the water above his own hips. Cheeks blazing red, Vil bit out, “Put me down you ingrate-“
“Can’t a guy just admire and take care of his ex in peace?” Leona was teasing him, shit eating grin plastered on his stupid, wet mouth. Vil felt his eye twitch. “No! Because any other guy would be normal and not proposition their ex to begin with-“
Leona grinned, “I’m not any other guy though. This is just normal for us, right? A year of foreplay avoiding each other has you so tightly wound-”
“-You mean you avoided us getting back together for the sake of foreplay-”
“Not just for the sake of foreplay, I thought you’d break sooner than this.”
Vil scowled, “You always try to come out on top, I could choke you out right now for that insolence thinking I’d break before you-”
“-Cmon, Schoenheit. If you wanted to stop this you’da choked me out a long time ago.” Leona let out a laugh, teeth bared in jest. “Kinda wouldn’t mind if you do, though.”
And it was true. All the cardio and stair masters and countless regimes over the years left Vil in top form; ankle pain or no ankle pain. He could have snapped his legs shut and knocked Leona away the moment he was lifted out of the water. But Leona was right.
So right and Vil was pissed the beast man could see right through him. See all of him. The flush of his cheeks and chest down to the quake of his arms bracketing the side of the springs even further down to how his cock was growing hard again; arousal broken by the temperature change of the air from the warm water.
Vil shivered under Leona’s gaze. His cock kicked in response. Undone, stripped bare and put back together by Leona’s consummate hands. And from this angle Leona held him at, Vil knew he could see everything. He knew the position he was forced into felt ridiculous, akin more to an exercise pose where his arms would strain against the tense clench of his core. Leona, holding him in this pose like a taut bow ready to snap.
“Is it so hard to admit you still think I’m sexy,” Leona rubbed salt in Vil’s mortification. “I missed your cock too.”
The cock that was solidly in his eyeline, fully hard right in his face. Vil fought to turn the whine that rumbled in the back of his throat into a cough, “D-Don’t flatter yourself it’s just the cold air c-change.”
He gasped as Leona gripped his hips and pulled him ever closer. The way his hands held on to the curve of his hip allowed for Leona to pull Vil’s ass cheeks apart and display him even more bare. His hole pulsed under the scrutiny Leona gave, eyes half lidded and studying every part of Vil in quiet reverence.
Vil keened as he felt a puff of hot air against his perineum, lips ghosting over his balls. A quick flash of coarse tongue against the sensitive skin had Vil quaking, vying for Leona to suck them into his mouth and soak his balls with spit.
“This doesn’t need to be anything more serious than it is, ok?” Vil had to blink a couple of times to clear his head before looking down at Leona. The lion continued, “After the game endorphins. Whatever excuse you want. I don’t have one, you’re still hot as shit and you’re practically beggin’ me to cream you.”
…Did he still want an excuse away from this? His body’s carnal desire was overriding him to say no, yet his mind…his mind wondered. Would they end up back in the same position as before, broken up and not talking? He is worth it, it’s why you’re dwelling on it, his traitorous thoughts bled through his subconscious.
Ugh.
“Vile…” muttered Vil before he frowned, taking control back from Leona. He refused to be the one to give in on their mutual stubbornness. “I know that. You did this to me so you need to see it through.”
Leona was nuzzling at the crook of his ass, teeth dragging against the sensitive skin and having Vil’s legs break in gooseflesh. He was an insufferable tease to the end, playing with his proverbial food as he then ran his rough tongue up the underside of Vil’s leg. Athleticism be damned, Leona could be flexible when he wanted to rile Vil up and he was succeeding. The lion pressed his lips beneath the swell of Vil’s ass, gently lifting his leg off where it draped over his shoulder to reach it.
Mouthing at the skin of Vil’s leg, Leona nipped it to get a squirm out of the blond. Vil felt his stomach clench, watching as Leona returned back between his thighs to leave ghosted kisses and aborted bites to the skin. He looked up from below his brow, Leona’s acid stare eviscerating Vil’s resolve to tell him no any longer. Leona’s mouth was slack in waiting, teeth pressed against his skin as he laved his tongue, mouth open, back and forth over the tender skin. Over and back, teeth threatening to break skin, to suck, to leave a mark-
“Higher.”
Leona’s eyes raised. Vil saw the edges of his shit eating grin against his thigh. Clearing his throat he repeated, “Higher. I know you’re smart, I would hope that you’d recall that I have a strict-“
“I remember. 3 inch inseam limit.”
Vil felt his brain was trapped behind layers of cotton. He would have been able to recall the time years ago when he snapped at Leona’s love bites up his thigh that had to be made over for a straight week. Especially during swimsuit season. But none of that mattered because Leona opened his mouth, dragging his coarse tongue up the soft skin of Vil’s inner thigh. The teeth sunk in there and Leona sucked against the unblemished skin. Vil moaned out in satisfaction; Seven, that felt divine. His fingernails searched for purchase to sturdy himself against the forming love bites, but with every lift of Leona's mouth just to bring it down closer to the apex of his where his thigh meets his cock yet again, Vil found himself caring less and less about splashing down to the water below. Leona could pull his body up with those rippling arms and leave him bruised and spent out, hair and head dunked below water for all he cared.
The wet pants that dotted his skin were hotter than the water lapping at his raised body, scorching his skin as Leona’s face stopped when his nose brushed the underside of Vil’s erect cock. That single point of pressure had Vil gasp, then moan out when Leona sunk his incisors against Vil’s thigh; cock pressed against his face. Vil couldn’t help it; a hand flew from bracing himself to instead twist in Leona’s hair, whimpering when the other lifted his teeth off the skin before he started to lick at the two pinpricks of blood.
“God y-you’re disgusting,” Vil breathed, fingernails raking the silken tousles.
“Says the man whose dick is pulsing on my face,” Leona grinned.
Fuck it.
If Vil could, he would have photographed the image. Leona, eyes blown and lidded with lust, peeking out from under where Vil’s cock lay across his face. His balls rested against his chin. Each word had Leona licking out against the soft skin with his rough tongue and making liquid bead at the head of Vil’s cock. One spurt made its way down his ruddy length, slipping down his balls and painting a smudge against Leona’s warm skin. Watery opaque against a bronzed canvas.
Many times before Vil disregarded Leona’s dangerous smile. For he forgot that even if he was queen in stature and title in his life, he was prey for the beastman. The smile was the only warning Leona gave before he leaned forward and swallowed Vil’s length. Leona wrapped a sturdy hand around Vil’s hip as the other bucked up to greet his mouth.
Vil clutched at Leona’s hair with a broken scream, “L-Leona fuck!”
Whatever they argued about a year ago meant nothing now. Fuck arguments. Why the hell did Vil allow himself to be apart from the molten hot feel of Leona’s throat taking his cock. How could Vil have stayed away from the few moments when Leona gave more than he received? Rough, feline tongue, sharper than human teeth, the underside of his cock so sensitive it makes Vil shiver. Wet sounds from where Leona let his jaw relax with each drop of his head had Vil shake.
It made Vil’s head foggy, knowing that Leona still remembered how affected he was by the sounds of oral. The shape of Leona’s mouth allowing for the squelching of fucking his throat to hang in the air. Vil let out a breathy sound when he saw saliva dripping from the corners of Leona’s mouth. Gross, Vil frowned, biting on his tongue to hold a moan back. He didn’t want this to end, he wanted to drag it out as long as he could. But if it was up to Leona, he’d have this over soon and Vil could not let that happen.
“You’re so fucking messy, I d-don’t care we’re in a bath,” Vil chided, yanking at the hair below Leona’s ears.
It was a faulty excuse. No bite behind it, no cruel undertone; that was steadily being sucked out of him with each bob of Leona’s head. Yet, that did the trick. Leona pulled off Vil with a warning growl, saliva strings connecting to the bright red head that had started to glisten with pretty white precum. Vil dug his fingers in again with conviction, “I’m warning you.”
Leona shifted his hold on Vil’s hips; when did he move his other hand? He was securely in Leona’s grasp, bad leg still thrown over his shoulder and splayed to the room as his cock bobbed and leaked out in the open. Leona sneered up at him, “Well, I’m not.”
“What-“
And Leona spit on the weeping, heavy, cock head once more before he took Vil down to his balls. Vil whined, the sensation of that warm, wet mouth covering him had his body feel feverish. His head fully tipped back, arms fighting the desire to hold himself up or let Leona’s grip on his hips to suspend him so he could yank at his hair.
But then Leona started to purr.
The vibrations against his cock, Leona’s sharp nails indenting his hips, Vil couldn’t help it. Vil started to curse Leona until the curses became pleads.
“Fuck you, fuck you, you fucking asshole,” Vil chanted with a whine, fingers grasping Leona’s hair to ground himself, ground his mind before he sunk in the pleasure. His admonishments, however, soon showcased his mounting desire, “Fuck you, fu-fuck me, fuck me!”
Vil could feel the satisfaction in the grumble of Leona’s throat. He nearly pulled off Vil’s cock before swallowing it again. Leona was taking Vil down with such vigor and groaning with each mouthful of cock that Vil felt himself leaking. And Vil felt his eyes starting to brim with unshed tears; unable to look away from the mess of spit and cum that was painting Leona’s lips. He knew if he was able to reach down and wrap his fingers against the lion's throat, he’d be able to feel the press of his cock head in the warm sleeve of Leona’s throat. His throat was so warm and Vil felt himself getting closer and closer to the end but damn whatever he thought before; he needed to cum with Leona inside of him. Needed it so bad he felt the ache.
He keened when Leona pulled off again, lips coated in translucent white. Vil wanted to kiss his cum off his lips, “You’re begging for it? Oh Vil, shit baby-
“Don’t push y-your fucking luck,” Vil hissed through gritted teeth. He sinks his hands into Leona’s hair to gather the tresses together and tug, “You have to act right to get to call me baby again.”
Leona leaned forward, pressing Vil’s thigh closer to his body. He nuzzled against his cheek and spoke into his ear, “But you never want me to act right. You love it when I act like this.”
And Vil did. He knew he did, and he knew Leona understood that as well. Their faces were too close for him to mask that truth, so Vil just sighed, learning forward to release the hand that was foolishly still trying to hold himself up and sank those fingers into Leona’s hair too. He was suddenly hyper aware of where Leona’s body was against his, and where it wasn’t. Vil needed to be fucked, and he was about to voice that before he felt-
Slick.
His ass felt like a balloon burst inside him and was now spilling its contents out of him. Vil blinked, mouth open in disbelief because Leona did not-
“Don’t tell me the only spell you still know without a pen is summoning lube.”
“Fine, I won’t tell ya-“
“LEONA-“
Leona looked as if he was about to drop his head back and roar with laughter at the mortified look on Vil’s face. He dropped Vil so his ass breached the water, leg tipping so his ankle was still supported by Leona’s strong shoulder. Their faces were finally on the same plane, and Vil stared into Leona’s eyes so he could see how his expression changed once Vil felt his cock slide into his waiting hole.
Vil keened, eyes rolling back with a flutter of his long lashes and a moan and fuck Leona didn’t even wait for him to get adjusted as he stuffed himself inside. The stretch burned, Vil felt as if his skin was on fire, but the stretch wasn’t deep enough. It wasn’t enough, nowhere near. He canted his hips down to help Leona get all the way inside him, whines punched out of him when the prince stilled.
Leona was seated fully inside, balls pressed to the plush of Vil’s ass. Vil clenched down on the cock, feeling how his hole was speared open and wrapped so tightly around. It felt like how he was meant to be; it felt like he hadn’t been fucked in years. And when Leona started to shallowly thrust inside, The slide was helped by the buoyancy of the water, keeping Vil bouncing on Leona’s cock. Each shallow thrust .
“No don’t pull ou-“ Vil hiccuped as Leona drags his cock nearly all the way out of his hole, the head kissing against his rim. “Please, please.”
"Please what, sweetheart?”
He was sick of drawing this out. There would be another time that Leona could spend undoing him for hours on end, but that moment wasn’t the present. “Stuff me,” Vil winced, half in the absolute ache of being left after the delicious pressure of his walls being pushed to their limits, half in the tossing of his sanity, “I need you so, so deep.”
Leona pressed his face against Vil’s neck, nuzzling against the skin as Vil stared dazed up, “Deep, huh?”
Vil nodded, eyes unseeing up at the stars through the haze of the spring, “Yeah, I-”
Whatever statement he was going to make was evicted from his brain the moment he felt Leona scenting against his neck, nose pressed to his skin. Vil quaked at the action.
He’d be so mortified by the act if it didn’t turn him on. Know that Leona was inhaling his musky scent, purring in response to the familiar smell. Ears flattened atop his head in satisfaction as he mouthed up and down the length, pressing his nose to the shaft before dragging his face and tongue along Vil’s cock. Leona’s tongue curled around the now weeping head, lapping across the hole to take any precum into his mouth. It made Vil’s eyes flutter with a roll.
“Still smell like mine.” Leona confirmed, catching Vil’s gaze hostage when the other opened his eyes.
The statement made Vil shiver, hands wrapping around Leona’s neck as he started to protest against not being fucked and started rolling his hips. Leona’s hands still held him up, away from getting the satisfaction from feeling his cock in him again. Leona’s hand stroked the curve of Vil’s ass, “Ya still like that slutty ass stuffed to the brim right? Down to my balls, huh?”
Vil nodded, head lolling back as he gasped small aborted noises. His cheeks were red, perfect lips downturned as he pouted, “Yes. Leona, I’m yours right? Don’t you want to claim what’s yours?”
“What the queen wants, queen gets.”
Leona bites down gently upon Vil’s skin, sucking in a bruise on the unblemished skin as he slammed his length to stuff his lover. Vil cried out, head bouncing with each full stroke. He was bouncing atop Leona’s dick with such vigor the water started to slosh over the edge of the pool. But he couldn’t be bothered, they could fuck the hot spring dry if it meant that Vil could feel Leona cum in him. Claim his mouth, claim his hole, make him cum all over themselves.
“Yes, yes please,” he knew he sounded pitiful, but Leona loved pitiful prey when he fucks and if Vil was anything, he was benevolent. Even when he was being railed, “You always know how to fill me, fuck-“
“Your slutty little hole opens for me so easily, huh? So tight, gotta fuck you loose again like I used to huh?” Leona babbled, nails scratching against Vil’s hips and making him groan.
In hindsight, he should have known he’d be the one to cave in the end. For how aggravating, annoying, absolutely agitating Leona was, he was Vil’s. And he knew it too. , “Yes, yes, fuck I missed it. Missed this so much l-Leona. Fuck why did you stop fucking me I need to be stretched by you again-”
Vil nearly cried out when Leona took a hand to his face, gripping his chin and shoving their faces together. It wasn’t a kiss so much as it was fucking their tongues against each other, sliding the muscles over teeth and sucking them in each others mouths. Vil could taste blood when his - or was it Leona’s - nicked the lion’s teeth but he couldn’t stop. His hands gripped Leona’s hair, steading himself to ride Leona’s cock and slot their mouths together. Spit dribbled down his chin, Leona’s tongue massaged the sensitive top of his mouth.
Leona still tasted like his and it was driving him mad. Drunk; off the biting of his lips, of the sucking of his tongue so rhythmic it felt like a bastardized blowjob of his own mouth. Vil could hear Leona’s purring when he opened his mouth and the deep grumble made Vil clench his hole against Leona’s cock.
Leona kissed at his neck, scraping his teeth up in shallow lines of pink. He wouldn’t shut up now and Vil felt his face flush from the words that were spilling out,, “I’m here now; and your tight cunt’s taking me so well. Wish I could watch your tiny little rim suckin’ me in,”
“I want that too, please,” Vil panted, lacking the will power to reach down and jerk himself off, “Cum in my little cunt, need it. N-Need to be filled, need to cum.”
His thrusts started to get sloppy, Vil noted, but the desperation had his head soaring. The sound of the water splashes, Leona’s balls slapping Vil’s ass on the fiercer fucks in, the deep groans Leona uttered when he bottomed out over and over. Vil felt his cock seep cum out the head, painting Leona’s chest where it smacked against it.
Leona’s hand slid up Vil’s chest to pinch at his pink, erect nipples. He flicked them between his fingers as he slid his tongue into Vil’s mouth and shoved it as deep as he could. Vil felt like he was being suffocated by how close Leona pressed in, how crowded his mouth was with the tongue that wanted nothing but to fuck his throat.
“Fuck, Vil-” was the only warning Vil got before Leona slammed him down on his cock and came.
Vil could feel each steady pump of cum release in his ass, filling him to the brim. He thought about the cum foaming out from the stretched hole just as Leona pinched his nipples and pulled out and Vil nearly blacked out. His cum splattered against Leona’s chest, painting him like a nasty, abstract portrait of beauty. Waves of pleasure had Vil bucking against Leona’s cock, whimpering at each one as he clenched down again and again on the length. He could have been cumming for a second or an hour, Vil didn’t know which but he canted his hips back once more to feel the last bit of Leona’s cum stuff him full.
Heartbeat pounding against his chest, face fully flushed, Vil felt as if he had a day long pilate session. His hamstring on his bad leg was screaming from the position it had been held in. Everything felt exhausting. He felt tired, too hot, too pruned - fuck they had been in this hot spring way too long. His skin was going to take forever to smooth over again.
Vil couldn’t find the energy to express any of that, forehead thumping against Leona’s cheek as he groaned, “Fuck.”
“Eloquent as always.” replied Leona.
He laughed as Vil smacked his arm; hard. Leona had slipped out of him and was gently stroking Vil’s face. The lion kissed his cheek once more before stretching his arms back and yawning loudly. Vil groaned in response.
“If you fall asleep here, I’m going to drown you.” he scolded.
Leona shrugged, “Fine by me. C’mon, I’ll carry you back.”
That caught Vil’s attention. He bolted upright again, hyperaware that Leona had reached below to pull his cock out. “CARRY? I’m more than capable of walking back-
“You’ll let me fuck you but won’t let me carry you? I just came in you, your ankle’s still fucked, let me do this one thing for you, eh?”
Vil gave him a look tinged with disgust, “I have limits to depravity in a night, thank you very much.”
The lion shrugged, fingers flexing against Vil’s hips. “Well it’s gonna be tomorrow by the time you hobble to my jeep. And I need my beauty sleep; something you know all too well.”
“…fuck you.” Vil grumbles, energy depleted from any quip he could provide, “I tell you I want you back and you still give me attitude.”
“Wouldn’t be us without it, huh?” Leona smiled, “I love it when you’re nice to me.”
“Just pick me up, you ingrate.”
Vil let out an undignified squeak as his world jumped. Leona hefted him up in a single motion, arm supporting under Vil’s legs and behind his back. Water rolled off their bodies as Leona curled him in his arms, carefully stepping out of the spring without toppling Vil back into the water. He held him against his chest, a radiator of heat against the clammy air; safe against the skin he had missed so dear. Yet Vil admonished, “NOT LIKE THAT.”
Leona grinned down at Vil, bouncing the other housewarden once in his arms and making him smack at Leona’s chest. “I either carry you like the princess you are,” he let the hand holding Vil’s thighs grab at the supple skin, “Or like the sack of shit you’re becoming.”
“That doesn’t even make SENSE-“ Vil snapped, “And STOP trying to grab my ass!”
“Don’t pick me up, Leona. Pick me up Leona. Don’t grab my ass oh beautiful mighty Prince-“
“Oh you wish I’d grovel like that to you.” bit Vil, a soft grin on his face. But the smile was promptly wiped off his face when he felt a slow and steady drip, “
Leona looked down at him unimpressed, “So? Where do you want it to go?”
“You are insufferable-”
“I can eat it out of you if you behave back to the changing room.”
Vil paused. His silence was a beat too long because Leona grinned beatifically at him, picking up the pace as he was hauled back to the changing room. Vil shrieked at the change of pace, but couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that burst when they entered the room, Leona placing him down against the counter and pushing his thighs over his body. I’m glad I have you back, the gesture said.
He forgot his ankle was in any discomfort, at that point, as pleasure took him over again.