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[perhaps it isn't surprising, but it's certainly gratifying, the way Cater wants him. Leona could certainly get used to the sound of his name said that way.

Cater's scent is heady with his arousal and as Leona eases himself back up, he keeps his mouth open. he breathes in, dipping toward Cater's collarbone and dragging his tongue up the skin to Cater's neck until Leona can get his mouth on it.

yes, there is a bath to run, water to soak in, but that can wait until after Leona's teeth have left little red dents in Cater's skin. he wraps his arms around Cater just so that he can drag those claws down Cater's back in a long, languid motion with little greater aim than just the experience, than just the touch. every touch feels so much more exciting than before— so how could he not indulge? was an experience this rich not made for someone like him?]

[Fuck--oh, fuck it felt so good. Each nip that left his skin tender was like a firework going off in his brain. Claws on his skin--not too hard as to damage him but just enough to really feel them--were like matches getting struck to life. But the burn was perfect, a fire that activated his nerves. He's like putty in Leona's hands and he knows it, but doesn't care if it makes him look pathetic. How can he care, when being pathetic feels so perfect?

Cater's body curves into Leona's, his own hell-granted claws massaging their way down his scalp, the back of his neck, and his shoulders before finally finding purchase to hold himself to him. Indulgent was a good word for all that this was. Even if Cater was the one who was being indulged upon, there was no way not to feel the effects for himself.]

[Leona's ears flick about as Cater touches him back. it's nearly overwhelming to be held like this, but Leona isn't interested in stopping. he presses his teeth down harder, not to pierce but to bruise. perhaps their bodies heal fast, but that's fine. he'll just have to do this over, and over, and over, eventually, to cover Cater's body in little rings until he knows his place.

but when his bite is nice and set he pulls away to take a breath, punctuating it with a kiss to the spot he's left— and then preoccupies himself with picking Cater up to lift him into the bath with him. Leona wants to be close to Cater, but he also wants to be laying in the water, wants to be off his feet. it's a bit awkward getting down there but eventually he gets himself laid against the tub's side, Cater effectively pulled into his lap, Leona's broad palm on Cater's inner thigh.]

[Far from fighting against getting lifted, Cater uses his hands at Leona's shoulders as leverage to help with the momentum--not that Leona would have any trouble on his own, mind you. He was just eager to do as Leona pleased, picking up every cue to respond in turn. Somehow, in the span of time between them getting naked and now, he'd forgotten all about where they actually were, the tub they had been meaning to actually get into.

It catches up with him, now, though really it's just a backdrop as he settles in against Leona's chest. This time, it's his turn to press kiss after kiss to the lion's skin, not the same possessive bites but no less needy as he works his way up his neck and to his mouth again.

Seven, he was so eager to feel that big hand all over him, as comforting as it was just to have it on his skin at all. His leg falls open a bit more widely, welcoming Leona to explore wherever he pleased.]

[Cater earns sound out of Leona as well, these low and rumbling little moans, quiet but apparent all the same. every kiss returns those sparks Cater was feeling right back to Leona, who revels in that same feeling of being adored, wanted, needed. Cater needs like he's a professional, and Leona is far too pleased to be the object of his desire right now.

but Leona desire must be sated too, and he drags his hand up Cater's thigh, cups Cater's erection in his warm grip. he's wanted to touch him for so long, it feels like, that the relief of doing so is immeasurable. his own cock twitches against Cater's thigh, moved by Cater's responsiveness. it's all Leona wants— to keep being needed, to keep being wanted, to keep sating Cater's hunger.]

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