[ As much experience as Lilia had, being the one on his back, staring up at Cater, as the taller man positioned himself comfortably above him, between his legs. This was a good position in its own ways, one that'd allow Cater to go wild if he so desired-- and Lilia had enough strength in him that, if he really wanted, he could turn the tables easily, at any moment.

Swallowing back a small whimper that threatened to bubble up out of desire, Lilia rests both of his arms beside and above his head, allowing him to position himself in, probably, the most slutty way he'd done yet. His cheek leans against his own arm, his piercing eyes focused up on Cater, filled with lust. ]

Be rough with me. Make me believe you've thought about this before. About having your way with me - or, more accurately, allowing me to have my way with you! [ Lilia taunts, hiding a small laugh behind a hand. ]

Treat me in the same way I want to treat you.