[Vil only gets a glimpse of that beautiful body before Cater's diving right back in and he gives a soft gasp at the mouth on his neck. Letting out a slow breath, he tilts his head away, hand coming up to thread through Cater's hair and and wind his fingers through the wavy locks.
What a ridiculous man. Waiting for the point where Vil sees that he isn't worth it. If only he could feel how strongly he desired him, craved him, and how complete and clear his world felt with him at his side, giving him those beautiful, shy, genuine smiles.]
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What a ridiculous man. Waiting for the point where Vil sees that he isn't worth it. If only he could feel how strongly he desired him, craved him, and how complete and clear his world felt with him at his side, giving him those beautiful, shy, genuine smiles.]