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[effortaverse]

[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.]

[caycay]

[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.]

[effortaverse]

[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.]