[ Gasping into the kiss as he feels Cater's hands grasping at his ass, his hips respond in turn, shifting to press against Cater's. It's an easy motion, Lilia instinctively grinding down against him. There was no rush, as turned on, worked up, and impatient as he was.
Deepening the kiss, Lilia's fangs again find Cater's lips, this time not being quite as shy with them. He bites down, piercing the skin against his bottom lip, drawing a little more of his blood than before. As he does this, his hands shift down from his cheeks to his jawline, tracing his face until his fingers carefully rest against the back of his head, tangling in his hair.]
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Deepening the kiss, Lilia's fangs again find Cater's lips, this time not being quite as shy with them. He bites down, piercing the skin against his bottom lip, drawing a little more of his blood than before. As he does this, his hands shift down from his cheeks to his jawline, tracing his face until his fingers carefully rest against the back of his head, tangling in his hair.]