[Leona's ears are the first thing to respond— a twitch of recognition, and Epel becomes clearer through the haze of Leona's overstimulation.
but Epel doesn't hesitate, and before Leona can really come up with another growl or grimace to stop him, he is close, and he—
smells sweet?]
What— what are you—
[no, wait, he doesn't need to ask what Epel is doing here— it's the same answer as what anyone else is. Leona is distracted momentarily from his lustful overwhelm by the deep discomfort of realizing any of his underclassmen are here.
Leona runs his hand down his face, stopping when his hand covers his mouth and nose, and leans into it with his elbow on his knee.]
no subject
but Epel doesn't hesitate, and before Leona can really come up with another growl or grimace to stop him, he is close, and he—
smells sweet?]
What— what are you—
[no, wait, he doesn't need to ask what Epel is doing here— it's the same answer as what anyone else is. Leona is distracted momentarily from his lustful overwhelm by the deep discomfort of realizing any of his underclassmen are here.
Leona runs his hand down his face, stopping when his hand covers his mouth and nose, and leans into it with his elbow on his knee.]
Nevermind. Forget I asked.
Yeah, I'm here.
[that is not what Epel asked, though.]