[Cater lets out a shuddering breath as Vil's lips hit his skin. He wants to kiss him more fully, but at the same time, doesn't want to interrupt where those lips are going now. Each one sends a new flush of heat blooming through his body as Cater feels his throat clench into a knot. He gulps, his own fingers looking for purchase underneath Vil's top as he speaks softly close to the supermodel's ear:]
Don't tease me too much, okay?
[He doesn't know that he can take it. Not their first time.]
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Don't tease me too much, okay?
[He doesn't know that he can take it. Not their first time.]