[The way that Vil breathes, that slow exhale--a sound of such contentment and such want at the same time, it sends Cater's heart pounding, his skin starting to visibly flush in his own unabashed desire. He dare not leave a mark on Vil's skin--not without expressed permission, but that doesn't stop him from kissing him again and again, like he's absolutely starving for it.
Vil's fingers feel so perfect in his hair. If he were pulling or scratching, Cater's sure he would adore it just as much. Still, those soothing caresses are perfect. Just what he needs right now.]
Vil...
[The name comes out on a breath like Cater just can't help but utter it. Vil Schoenheit. It still feels like a dream that they're here. Like it was just yesterday they were children saying goodbye, and Cater thought he'd never see him again. Well, if it is all a dream, he intends to make the most of it. His warm, lightly-calloused hands work on removing Vil's outer layers as well, so they can admire each other in the same state of undress.]
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Vil's fingers feel so perfect in his hair. If he were pulling or scratching, Cater's sure he would adore it just as much. Still, those soothing caresses are perfect. Just what he needs right now.]
Vil...
[The name comes out on a breath like Cater just can't help but utter it. Vil Schoenheit. It still feels like a dream that they're here. Like it was just yesterday they were children saying goodbye, and Cater thought he'd never see him again. Well, if it is all a dream, he intends to make the most of it. His warm, lightly-calloused hands work on removing Vil's outer layers as well, so they can admire each other in the same state of undress.]