[ Not fair - this was not fair at all. Cater's words hit easily, causing Lilia to stammer on his own words, unable to form a coherent reply. For once, the talkative fae was at a loss for words, thoroughly flustered in his own right. Cater was given the upper hand, for the moment. ]
Isn't-- that sweet-
[ Nope, even trying to form a comeback was impossible. Instead, his eyes are stuck on Cater, watching every movement, every forceful yank to get every piece of frills and straps out of the way and off completely. It's not until his fingers hook under the top hem that Lilia squirms.
A small gasp escapes him at the feeling of his teeth and tongue against his bare skin, his back arching towards Cater, practically begging for more with his body movements, in ways he couldn't vocalize. He's not shy, he allows himself to whimper, his hand coming down to grasp some of Cater's hair. ]
Come now, don't leave me waiting. [ The impatient fae murmurs, trying to egg Cater on. His tactics were to annoy his partner if they weren't rough enough with him, with the same energy he could put in - and he was absolutely going to use those tactics on Cater.
Cater was the perfect little distraction.
His hand shifts down from Cater's hair to instead allow his fingertips to carefully touch Cater's cheek. If only this moment could last forever. ]
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Isn't-- that sweet-
[ Nope, even trying to form a comeback was impossible. Instead, his eyes are stuck on Cater, watching every movement, every forceful yank to get every piece of frills and straps out of the way and off completely. It's not until his fingers hook under the top hem that Lilia squirms.
A small gasp escapes him at the feeling of his teeth and tongue against his bare skin, his back arching towards Cater, practically begging for more with his body movements, in ways he couldn't vocalize. He's not shy, he allows himself to whimper, his hand coming down to grasp some of Cater's hair. ]
Come now, don't leave me waiting. [ The impatient fae murmurs, trying to egg Cater on. His tactics were to annoy his partner if they weren't rough enough with him, with the same energy he could put in - and he was absolutely going to use those tactics on Cater.
Cater was the perfect little distraction.
His hand shifts down from Cater's hair to instead allow his fingertips to carefully touch Cater's cheek. If only this moment could last forever. ]