A Pull In the Right Direction (Ryoma/Leo)
Leo runs his fingers through long, tangled, dark brown locks, taking in the beautiful sight that was Ryoma, making an effort to understand how the warrior could keep his hair so long and not have troubles in the battlefield. Many times in the past he dreamed about sneaking behind the Almighty Prince of Hoshido, grabbing a handful of his mane, and pulling him so hard he fell to the ground. He never got a chance to encounter Ryoma personally before their armies joined forces, though, and needless to say, he desired to bring harm upon the hoshidan no more.
The mage keeps working his fingers through the dense mass of hair, undoing the knots, watching as Ryoma melted under his ministrations. Who could tell that this man, this very same man that trembled like a feather beneath his touch, had the capacity to raze a field full of monsters all by himself in the blink of an eye?
Thinking better about it, Leo already knew the reason why Ryoma had never had problems with his hair. The hoshidan was such a skilled fighter that, at least during the time they had battled side to side, no one had gotten into what would be the adequate range to try Leo’s little stunt alive.
Well, in his current position, Leo was technically in range and not dead on the floor. A mischievous idea crosses his mind. Maybe he could still do it, that one thing he thought so much about. Just with a slightly different purpose, in a slightly different way, but Ryoma would still be falling alright.
“There we go.” The mage stands up and admires his handiwork.
Ryoma opens his eyes, not remembering when he closed them in the first place, gives his lover a lazy smile. "Thanks, my dear."
Leo sits again, this time facing the hoshidan Prince. “It was a pleasure.” He cups the other’s face in his hands and pulls him into a kiss, burying his hands in that impossible hair and waiting for the moment to give it a light yank, moving his mouth from Ryoma's lips to his neck.
"L-Leo!– Ah, Leo–"
Leo pulls Ryoma's hair once more, exposing more of his skin, leaving a trail of kisses all the way from the back of his ear to his shoulder, coming back to his neck to suck on a spot.
"Hrng! Leo!– L-Leo, wait–"
The mage stops, massaging the reddened patch of flesh with his tongue. "Hmn?"
"I-I think–" It takes Ryoma a second to properly collect his thoughts. He clears his throat before continuing. "I think we should head somewhere more private."
Right, even though this part of camp has been lonely this late at night the past days, it wasn't exactly a confined place. Leo suspected their relationship wasn't a secret anymore, but that was no pretext to be careless.
"Good idea. So, where shall we head? To your quarters or mine?"
"I think the path to mine will be safer," Ryoma says as he stands, extending a hand to help the mage get up.
"Alright, then." Leo nods and hooks his arms around Ryoma's own as they begin to walk towards their destination.