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Turns out the life of a house husband isn't so bad. Sure, Leona is still a prince, and being married doesn't excuse him from his royal duties, but there are still days like this one where he's free to enjoy himself at home. No duties at the palace, no meetings to attend, no ideas to draft up… nothing. Just bliss. He gets to sit here with his book on ancient magic and just watch Ortho go ham on his latest book of coloring sheets. Life is great. If he knew he'd get days like this more often, he would've married Idia sooner…
Leona glanced away from his book as his phone rang, Idia's name flashing back at him. Speaking of his husband, it seems as if his husband sensed his longing.
“Hello?” Leona quickly answered, no reason to leave his husband hanging, “What's up, radish sprout?”
The crackling of flames could be heard over the phone as Idia spoke, “Shit, that's what. All those fucking- God!” The sound of something toppling over could be heard, probably the sound of that one chair Idia out in his office to kick around, “Stupid old guys at the meeting are too damn old to consider new perspectives!”
“Have you considered throwing them into Tartarus?”
“Yes, but I legally can not do that.” Idia let out a sigh, and Leona could vividly imagine his husband pinching his nose right now, “I really want to pass this new idea for us, for what we want to do with the Sunset Savanna and STYX, but they're so stubborn about all this top secret shit and- whatever. I just wanted to tell you I'm going home for lunch, ok? I don't want to eat lunch here, it pisses me off and I need a break.”
“Okay. Do you want me to make lunch?” Leona could think of a few things that might make Idia less angry, like dino nuggets or spaghetti or…
Oddly enough, Leona's mind wandered towards the lingerie Idia got him as a gag gift for their first anniversary some time ago. Apparently that style of wear is popular in the Island of Woe, and Idia thought it'd be fun to get Leona lingerie from his own hometown for once. So, what if he offered himself for lunch in that gag gift? If Idia didn't want that, nuggets are fast enough to cook, and if he did… well, he has always been pretty interested in fucking Idia while he's riled up. He has fucked Idia with his blue flame and pink flame, but never red- it's an experience he wanted to try at least once, even if it's just because Idia's mad at some boring old men at a meeting (sounds quite similar to his own meetings at the palace, to be honest).
“Yeah, lunch would be nice.” The sound of keys could be heard over the line as Idia spoke, “See you at home?”
“Yeah, see you. Love you.”
“Love you too… let's hope I can get that damn meeting out of my mind.”
They ended their conversation quickly after that, and Leona really hoped that Idia won't get that meeting off of his mind. A mad Idia is very sexy, so a mad Idia fucking him must be super sexy. Now, how quickly can he convince Ruggie to babysit Ortho for the day? The sooner the better, probably, he'll need plenty of time to prepare for his gorgeous and ethereal husband after all.
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Going home to his beautiful husband and cute baby should make Idia feel happy, right? Wrong. He's still pissed, and he just can't stop thinking about that damn meeting on his way home! Hey, it's fine! It's totally fine! He'll just go home, have a nice lunch with his family, and come back totally refreshed! They'll have to accept his game changing proposal one of these days! Yeah! Totally!
Thankful to make it home in one piece (because sevens is his hair a bit of a fire hazard when he's mad), Idia slammed his car door a little too hard as he went inside. Rather than finding Leona and Ortho at the door ready to greet him, all he saw was Leona posing there… sexily… in the lingerie he thought Leona totally forgot about since he hasn't ever worn it once since he got it.
“Hello there, Idia.” Purred Leona as he grabbed at the belt that looped across Idia's torso, pulling him closer, “Hard day at work, huh? I heard sex is a great way to relax and forget about all that.”
“What are you wearing?!” Idia shrieked and covered his eyes on impulse, because his husband looks really sexy in that lingerie but in broad daylight?! Is he mad?!
“Sexy shit.”
“Isn't Ortho still home?!”
“No. I sent him off with Ruggie.”
Idia slowly lowered his hands, “Why did you send him off..?”
Leona shrugged in response, “To present myself as your lunch, of course. Also because I thought angry sex would be really fucking hot.”
“Seriously?” Idia couldn't fucking believe this, “Did you find me being angry over a meeting sexy?”
“Maybe.” He tilted his head playfully, “So, wanna go get angry over those old geezers and fuck me by any chance? It's a good destresser from what I've heard.”
“Why not.” As angry as he was over the meeting, he couldn't deny how Leona's idea was beginning to interest him too, “You've got my attention, kitty-cat.”
“I'm yours to use as you wish, radish sprout.”
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Leona shifted with a shudder, arching his back in a way that he hoped pleased Idia- no, in a way that he knew pleased Idia. He could hardly see straight through his tear soaked eyelashes, but his husband is stunning and beautiful, his once gentle blue flames now roaring with a passionate, bright red that made the room feel hot, that made Idia's pale face glow as if he were an angered god. Leona had to thank those stupid old men at Idia's workplace for this blessing, because now he gets to have rough angry sex with his hot angry husband- and oh sevens was Leona ready to moan prayers as the bites upon his body stung as Idia pounded into him mercilessly.
"Idi-ah!" Leona gasped loudly as Idia hauled one of his legs over his shoulder, intimately feeling the heat of Idia's flaming hair brush against his skin as his husband somehow managed to push deeper into him, rearranging his insides with ease, "Oh Idia- sevens- Idia-!"
That felt good. Whatever Idia decided to do was good, and every inch of Leona ached wonderfully and burned and-
Instinctively, Leona held his breath as he felt sharp teeth press against his inner thigh. He whipped his head up in time to see Idia stare at him, like some sort of wild, starved animal, and bite into his flesh- drawing blood. He jerked monetarily, his brain telling him that he needed to pull his leg away but his heart purring with delight. In some attempt to say that Idia's action was hot, Leona managed something between an embarrassing whine and a moan- his cock straining greedily against the pale hand clamped around it like a vice.
Idia let go of the tender flesh, his lips covered in fresh blood, the wound he made seeping precious warmth onto his shoulder, "You tightened up there, kitty-cat." A sigh, "If only I could've had you spread out for this at my office… way better than talking to a bunch of idiots."
Leona nodded absentmindedly, pushing himself back onto Idia's cock with what strength he had in his legs, chest heaving, "I-I want to come- Idia, please-"
Idia let out a 'tsk', which was perhaps more arousing than it should be, "Being greedy, aren't you? I thought all that cutesy show you did was for my stress relief."
"I'm sorry-"
"No, no-" Idia bent forward to kiss him sloppily, and Leona could taste his own blood upon his mate's lips, "I want you to come, kitty-cat, but I want to see you come all pretty when I bite your other thigh. You can hold on a little more for me, can't you?"
Leona wanted that- craved it, even. Maybe he'd even die if Idia didn't bite down into his other thigh. He whined loudly as he rolled his hips, nodding before pulling Idia in for another bloody kiss. He never preferred the taste of his own blood before, why would he when he could be lapping at his husband's wounds? Yet, tasting himself upon Idia's warm tongue, he might admit that he liked the taste a little bit.
Grazing his teeth lightly against Leona's bottom lip, Idia pulled away, licking away remnants of red off of blue. He dropped the bloodied leg he had so carefully balanced on one shoulder before heaving up Leona's other leg. Idia kissed his inner thigh gently, releasing his hold on Leona's cock. Without much grace, he flashed his sharp teeth, grazing against the warm skin of his inner thigh before biting.
It hurt. Leona could feel the teeth in his thigh, piercing, drawing blood. Still, that's unbelievably hot. Leona threw his head back with a sob, quivering upon the cock that milked him dry. He's hot, he's burning- everything in him feels as if it's boiling and threatening to melt him into nothing. He didn't mind that at all.
"What a good boy." Praised Idia, pressing a hand against Leona's torso, spreading some slick, warm substance across his abs, "Letting me use you as I wish as stress relief… coming so beautifully for me."
Leona shivered, whining again, his words failing him as Idia began to thrust into him again, sloppy and uncoordinated. He's Idia's good boy, his kitty-cat, his mate- he wanted to be Idia's one and only, his everything. He's already blessed enough to be married to this mortal god and taste the raw fruit of his anger, surely he can beg to be given more.
"You're purring…" Idia looked at him with a smile, the red flames around him framing him in golden glory, "How adorable… you're so cute."
"I-" Leona swallowed in some attempt to get his tongue to work amongst the stimulation that buzzed within his veins, "I'm way cuter than those- those idiots at your workplace, right?"
"Way cuter." Idia bent forward, pressing Leona's bleeding thigh against his body as he gnawed at the marked expanse of his exposed neck, "The cutest."
Leona bent his head with a gasp, allowing more access for his mate to mark up his neck. Something in his brain really liked the idea of being cuter than anybody at Idia's workplace. Why? Well, because that means Idia will only have eyes for his cute kitty-cat. He'll only ever want to kiss him, love him, breed him-
Idia bit into his neck harshly, matched with one more deep thrust that had Leona involuntarily jerking. Idia- Idia- his mate- he can fill his mate filling him up with sweet warmth. He tried to tighten around the cock around him in a pathetic attempt to wring everything out of his mate. He wants it all. He deserves it all. He absolutely will be full of Idia's cum, enough of it that he'll feel it dripping out of him obscenely. What could be hotter than feeling the proof of how he got his sexy, angry mate off with his body alone?
"Great sevens…" Idia kissed his neck sweetly, "That was hot. You're hot."
Leona chuckled loudly with an aborted cough, damn does his throat hurt a bit, "Was it just what you needed to get all of your work stress and anger out?"
"Yeah." Idia sat up, pushing away fiery strands of blue, once passionate red making way for a blushy pink, "I didn't get what you meant at first about sex being de-stressing, but now I-" He gasped loudly, eyes wide, "What the fuck did I do to you?!"
Leona blinked slowly at his mate, "You… fucked me?"
"I bit you!"
"Yeah?"
"All over!"
"Yeah? So?"
"I'm so sorry I- oh great sevens…" Idia tenderly touched a fresh wound, and Leona hissed quietly at the pain, "How hard did I bite? I get I wasn't thinking straight but-"
"Radish sprout. It's fine." Leona held Idia's hand in his own, "It was really hot, don't worry about the biting."
"I still need to clean and disinfect these!" Idia made a move to pull out, "Did you even remember how sharp my teeth are?! How did these not-"
"Oi!" Leona quickly wrapped his legs around Idia's waist, pushing himself back on Idia's cock, "Don't pull out yet!"
"But- But your bites!" Idia ran his hands through his hair, "You're literally bleeding everywhere, I need to patch you up!"
Leona spread his arms open with a huff, "At least kiss me first?"
Idia seemed conflicted for a moment before nodding, "Fine. Kiss first, then treatment, ok?"
"Ok. Perfect. Can you kiss me now?"
Idia brushed some hair behind his ear as he leaned forward, "I will, kitty-cat."
Their lips slotted together perfectly, and Leona grabbed selfishly at Idia's head, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. He wanted to taste himself upon Idia's tongue and teeth, and to feel Idia in every part of his being. He didn't let go until his lungs begged for relief, breathing in the oddly sweet scent of their sweat mingling. For some reason, this separation made him shiver. Is the room colder for some reason?
"Okay, kitty-cat." Idia tapped at Leona's legs, "Let go now, I really need to clean you up now."
Leona nodded, letting his legs flop uselessly against the mattress. He barely had any strength left in him to move anymore, not protesting at all to the way Idia slowly pulled out of him, leaving him sadly empty. Well, he was satisfied, at least, as he laid there and melted into a little kitty-cat puddle. Those old men at work really should get Idia angry more, he thinks, because that sex was mind-blowing.
"Hey," Leona watched Idia disappear into their bathroom, "Can you get a towel?"
"For the cum?" Questioned Idia's distant voice, "Don't worry, I already planned to bring one."
"No. For the blood. Why would I want to clean up your cum?" Leona made an effort to sit up with a groan, his body protesting against the strain. Perhaps this is a little strange of him, but for some reason he really wanted to watch Idia's cum leak out of his ass. It's hot. It has always been hot. It looks hot right now, in fact. He stuck two fingers into his hole, spreading himself slightly with a swallowed moan to see more of Idia leak out of him slowly. Maybe he should see if he could get Idia to come in him twice next time they have angry sex like this.
Idia set down a med-kit right next to his leg, "Why are you doing that?"
Leona spared a glance at his mate, "Doin' what?"
"You know- spreading yourself open with your fingers like that."
Leona merely shrugged, "You coming in my ass is hot. Your cum leaking out of my ass is also hot. Do I need any other reason?"
"I guess not." Idia smiled softly as he opened the kit, "Now, let's get those wounds disinfected and taken care of. Do you want a bubble bath after this?"
"You know I do." Leona pulled his fingers away, looking at the mixture of lube and cum that slipped off of his fingers, "I know this whole idea was a little stupid, but thanks for indulging me."
Idia leaned in to give him a quick kiss, "I love to indulge you, kitty-cat. Plus, you were right, that sex really did wonders to help me relax and get my mind off of work."
"Maybe the next time you meet with those old geezers you can bring me to work with you." Purred Leona, "After they get you all angry you can just come back to your office, bend me over your desk, and have more hot angry sex with me."
Idia visibly blushed at the idea, his hair getting even pinker by the second, "I'm not going to fuck you on an ancient desk passed down through many generations! That's disrespectful!"
"You have to leave your mark on it somehow, radish sprout."
"I'd rather just leave my name in STYX history!"