[Ah, what a waste! Such an adorably confused noise is delicious enough in its own right, but who wouldn't feel blessed to earn genuine laughter from someone like Leona? Even at his own expense, it would have been more than worth it. Even so, this is still better than he ever could have hoped for, isn't it? Even if it's only for a few minutes, Leona is his.
Or rather, he is Leona's. That fact certainly can't be argued. Not when the hot rasp of tongue soothing over his wound pulls such a shaky moan from him, or he presses down on Leona's finger so readily, eager to take him inside. The way every slick stroke and harsh grind forces Rook's hips to twitch in instinctive need might make it a little harder for Leona to claim his prize--but there's no satisfaction in hunting prey that doesn't even struggle, is there?]
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Or rather, he is Leona's. That fact certainly can't be argued. Not when the hot rasp of tongue soothing over his wound pulls such a shaky moan from him, or he presses down on Leona's finger so readily, eager to take him inside. The way every slick stroke and harsh grind forces Rook's hips to twitch in instinctive need might make it a little harder for Leona to claim his prize--but there's no satisfaction in hunting prey that doesn't even struggle, is there?]