silent-yet-volatile:
Leo didn’t believe Elliot’s protest, not for a second. Normally whenever Elliot went on the defensive, that’s when something was actually up. Elliot could keep his calm and composure during truly serious moments, but put him in a less serious one (namely one where he, Leo, or someone else was being threatened) and that flew right out the window. A tsun as certain people (namely the boy’s respective mun’s) called him.
His valet was not an unobservant one, how else would he have learned all of Elliot’s behavioral mannerisms and come to know exactly when and when not to interfere with his master, occasionally dealing the blonde a swift whack to the head and correcting the Nightray with something that he did that wasn’t acceptable. He could only do so by observing, which is exactly what he’d done over the past two years of servitude.
Elliot’s current issue of blushing did absolutely nothing to dispel his valet’s suspicions that something was up, and it only took him a few seconds to realize what the issue even was. Well, Elliot’s issue anyway. It was only going to affect Leo because he was making it his business to take care of it. Whether or not the noir’s actions were being fueled because of him knowing that it was the servant’s job to take care of his master, or if there was some other motive fueling his actions to what they were. It was safe to say that the bookworm didn’t even completely know himself.
Somehow he’d doubted that the Nightray would have any real objections of what Leo chose to do after that. Though their faces were now almost identical in terms of temperature, Leo seemed to know more what he was doing, or wanted to do actually. He didn’t seem surprised when Elliot followed him the few steps over to Leo’s bed, quite the opposite actually considering that he was pulling Leo harder against him and making his valet that much more aware of what was the crux of this entire situation.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the slight pressure against his chest was a non-verbal order to get on the bed behind them. Unfortunately with following through with that order, it meant that their lips had to be pulled apart for a few moments as they both got situated. Keeping a hold on Elliot’s collar even as they lowered themselves down to the mattress below, it could and would depend on what Elliot wanted happening in the coming moments. Leo himself wasn’t quite as…needy as the other currently was, so it was a safe bet that everything from here on out would focus on Elliot’s needs rather than any that Leo might, key word: might, have.
Once Leo was lying down on his back and Elliot was comfortably over him, another few errant kisses were pressed to the Nightray’s lips as his valet’s hands rested comfortably on his waist.
"Now what Elliot? It’s up to you."
Though their lips were only pulled apart for a few seconds, it felt like an eternity to Elliot. He was still not over the extreme amount of embarrassment he was feeling thanks to Leo finding out about his little issue and the best way to hide that now was by kissing his valet. It was clear that the both of them were pretty much in the same state regarding their feelings towards this new development.
He knew that it would end up like this someday and someday soon at that. Ever since that day when the both of them made their true feelings for one another known, they had been tentatively experimenting with how far they were going to go. They were both so familiar with each other (as they should be) that they had fallen into their new role as partners fairly easily. The only one making it difficult was Elliot himself seeing as this whole showing and receiving affection was not exactly something that he was used to.
Now here they were with Elliot trying to take control of the situation that he could only blame Leo for. True it might have been his body reacting from the perverse thoughts that had been running through his head, but if Leo had not been eating his ice cream in such an enticing manner then he never even would have had to worry about such things flitting through his mind. Yes, this was one hundred percent Leo's doing, and, when Leo started something, Elliot intended to finish it.
By now the pair had made their way to the bed and were locked in a comfortable kiss. Looking up at Elliot, Leo asked what was next seeing as, apparently, everything was up to Elliot. The hell if he knew. This was his first time doing something like this as well. He might be Leo's master, but there were some requests that he had no idea how to demand.
"Well for one you could fix the problem you caused." Elliot said, finally speaking up.
