[ This moment is so perfect, that Lilia is more than glad he'd decided for the two of them that, despite any awkwardness it could create, they'd be doing this. Of course, Cater could have refused. Could have told him 'no', pushed him back and made a joke of it.
The kiss is started back up before Lilia can reply, the smaller man letting out a rather shameless little noise in what's meant to be a promise, as he lets his eyes slip shut again, opening his mouth a bit further to allow Cater's tongue to explore. He is by no means complacent in the exploration of his mouth, his own tongue quickly fighting with Cater's, his fangs hitting his tongue (although he seems to try his best to avoid actively HURTING him).
That hand in his hair tightens its grip, his other hand shifting down against his back, under the borrowed jacket, nails pressing lightly there against his skin. Shoving at the jacket, he pushes it down some, wanting it off now that they were actually getting down to business. It wasn't fair, sure, with how Lilia was still so dressed, but he didn't care. Cater could whine about that himself.]
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The kiss is started back up before Lilia can reply, the smaller man letting out a rather shameless little noise in what's meant to be a promise, as he lets his eyes slip shut again, opening his mouth a bit further to allow Cater's tongue to explore. He is by no means complacent in the exploration of his mouth, his own tongue quickly fighting with Cater's, his fangs hitting his tongue (although he seems to try his best to avoid actively HURTING him).
That hand in his hair tightens its grip, his other hand shifting down against his back, under the borrowed jacket, nails pressing lightly there against his skin. Shoving at the jacket, he pushes it down some, wanting it off now that they were actually getting down to business. It wasn't fair, sure, with how Lilia was still so dressed, but he didn't care. Cater could whine about that himself.]