#leoidia

The whirr of an overused PC burst on, startling Leona’s dozing as he sat up in his seat. He wasn’t used to the amount of technology Idia possessed, the fans making his ears twitch. Idia had insisted on showing the prince the new game he had downloaded, however, and he was currently squished into the gaming chair, the former perched on his lap. 

“And this is my absolute G.O.A.T.,” Idia ranted on, pointing to the status screen labelled with a character named something Leona hadn’t a clue how to pronounce. “His buffs go so hard, and he’s legit the best defence in the game. He’s so meta.” 

“M-yeah, that’s cool,” Leona yawned. He had no idea what that meant. 

Idia giggled, reminding Leona of Ruggie when he duped Jack into buying him lunch. He supposed he himself had been tricked into sitting in this ridiculously comfortable chair with his pale beauty, but he wasn’t complaining. If this was it, he’d let Idia lure him into all kinds of animated gaming adventures. The swooping locks of hellfire that typically tailed Idia were tucked into the hood of his jacket, making the perfect cushion for Leona’s chin as he began to nod off again. He grumbled every so often, eyes fluttering when he was nudged. 

At one point, Leona was snoring softly, his cheek squished against Idia’s head. The latter was so absorbed in his game that he hadn’t noticed, still muttering things to his sleeping feline companion. It was peaceful, to be able to sit there and enjoy each other’s warmth without the buzzing of the need to find something to say. 

“G.G.!” Idia interrupted the silence, startling Leona as he sat forward on his lap. Leona grunted, hands sliding around his waist to steady the both of them. 

“. . .what?” 

“I totally just curbstomped this loser! W!”

“Curbstomped. . .? Don’t tell me, I don’t wanna know,” Leona sighed, his emerald eyes shining with affection. His fingers slipped under Idia’s hoodie, finding the heat beneath it with a gentle touch. Idia’s jaw tightened, his fingers twitching over his controller. The lion’s ears flickered. 

Embarrassing. 

“Leo, you’re low-key being weird right now. . . .” Idia murmured. The tips of his hair started to pinken as Leona’s hands slid over his abdomen. 

“Chill out. Just sit down and quit yer movin’” Leona replied. 

It was much harder to ignore the way Idia’s thighs shifted as he sat back than usual. Leona’s tail flicked near the floor, betraying the interest he tried to hide by shoving his nose into the side of Idia’s neck. 

“You smell nice today,” Leona thought aloud, his nose brushing pale skin. His hips pressed upward subtly, his nails keeping Idia trapped atop himself. 

“Leo. . .what’re you—” 

Leona grabbed hold of Idia’s jaw, tilting his head back just enough to kiss him while his other hand remained splayed out over his stomach. Idia gasped into the kiss, his hair blazing bright magenta as it spilled from his hood in great coils. Leona’s hips bucked up with more confidence this time, showing off what Idia had accidentally started with his animated victory lap around, well, Leona’s lap. 

“Look what you did,” the prince grumbled, nipping at Idia’s bottom lip in feigned annoyance. “I told’ya to stop moving around like that.”

“Didn’t know you were a hardcore gooner. . . . Wasn’t on your stats tab,” Idia breathed out, his mind still blank from the dazing kiss. Leona rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever that means. Now are you gonna keep causing me problems or help me fix ‘em?” 

“Replay that?” 

“It’s your fault I’m worked up. Have some manners, Shroud.” 

“What?! I gotta level more for that boss, Leo!” 

The lion groaned, too bothered to tolerate the lingo at the moment. 

“Come on, Idia. This is. . .beginner-level experience. Or something?” Leona wasn’t the best at whatever language his boyfriend spoke (was it even a language?). “It’ll be fast. I’m a quick shot.” 

Leona Kingscholar was not a quick shot.

Idia sat on his knees under his desk, his lips stretched around Leona’s shaft. His yellow eyes were teary, gazing up at the prince as he swirled his tongue. Leona had a fistful of Idia’s hair, his other hand curled around the armrest of Idia’s gaming chair. They’d been at this for way too long for him to be claiming to be a ‘quick shot.’

A particularly deep groan left Leona as Idia’s nose brushed his pubes, his hips twitching forward. He was held back by what little control he still had over himself, green eyes dark with lust. 

“Sevens, where have you been hiding that mouth~” Leona chuckled, bucking forward again. Idia gagged. “Careful now.

“You’re so good at this,” he hummed, and his tail wrapped around Idia’s thigh. Idia couldn’t respond, still stuffed full of Leona’s dick, but his eyes were clear as day: you’re so hot; please don’t stop talking; I want to kiss you again so bad. 

Idia pulled off, gasping and drooling a little, his hand stroking what his tongue had left behind. 

“You’re. . .so hot,” he rasped. Leona cocked an eyebrow in amusement. 

“No strange internet terms, hm? That’s new.”

Idia’s face reddened and he went back to sucking to distract himself as well as Leona. Kissing at the head of the prince’s erection and teasing his slit, it didn’t take long for him to finish afterward. He pushed Idia so far down onto himself that his nose hit his pubis bone, cumming straight into his throat. When he was finally released, Idia swallowed hard, sputtering a little. Leona caressed his face tenderly, giving him a second to catch his breath before helping him back up into the chair and wiping the excess release from his lips.

Idia sat facing Leona now, his face tucked into the prince’s neck as he straddled his lap. They sat still in the moment, soaking in each other’s warmth as Leona spoon-fed Idia affection; his hands had returned to their earlier place under the boy’s hoodie, gently exploring the expanse of his back as the heat left their eyes. He could feel Idia’s racing heartbeat against his chest, the drumming a soft lull in his ears. 

“You did great,” he mumbled, nuzzling Idia’s jaw. 

“Yeah? I thought I was K.O.’ed for sure when you grabbed my hair,” Idia whispered back. His hair was slowly but surely beginning to return back to its typical electric blue, the flickering curls pooling over Leona’s lap to the floor.

“What does ‘K.O.’ even stand for?” Leona chuckled. 

“‘Knockout’! That’s, like, so obvious. Have you never—” 

“Idia,” Leona interrupted, smirking.

“Yes?” 

“I love you.”

Idia blazed pink again. 

“S-say what now?” he stuttered out.

“Never change,” Leona continued, guiding Idia’s chin into a light kiss. 

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