[Cater's definitely whining, alright, but not about their clothes. He shrugs his shoulders to help move the coat farther, bringing his arms back from around Lilia just long enough to get it off his arms and to the side. All of this is done without breaking their kiss, his breath hot as their tongues and lips slide against one another. The points of Lilia's teeth, never quite piercing his soft skin, serve to excite him further--that Lilia knows just how to restrain himself to keep that from happening. Those long nails give a similar sensation, spending goosebumps across fevered skin at the promise of being scratched.
He shifts closer, wanting to knock their legs together, to feel the rest of their bodies press together. Cater didn't care how it happened--if he climbed on top of Lilia or if Lilia threw him back onto the mattress. Either sounded delicious, as he brings his hands back again to pull at Lilia's waist and bring him closer.]
no subject
He shifts closer, wanting to knock their legs together, to feel the rest of their bodies press together. Cater didn't care how it happened--if he climbed on top of Lilia or if Lilia threw him back onto the mattress. Either sounded delicious, as he brings his hands back again to pull at Lilia's waist and bring him closer.]