[ Lilia isn't shy, nor does he feel much shame in what they're doing. He whines needily into the kiss, pressing himself further against Cater, his pattern becoming more erratic, needier. He'd never admit that he's beginning to drown in lust for the teen, though. No, that's only something Cater was allowed to tease about, not something Lilia would ever admit.
The tangling fingers tug ever so slightly against his hair, a movement that Lilia doesn't seem to be very consciously aware of. It's more of an instinct, to make him lean his head back, expose more of his neck. To allow his other hand to come up, resting around his throat, grabbing at his jaw as if Cater'd slip out of his grip if he took his hands off him for even one second. His tongue slips into Cater's mouth again, greedily exploring every inch of his mouth, as he grinds down against him, moaning into his mouth. Cater'd have to break the kiss himself if he wanted time to breathe. Lilia's all too focused, for the moment, to even realize they'd need to. ]
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The tangling fingers tug ever so slightly against his hair, a movement that Lilia doesn't seem to be very consciously aware of. It's more of an instinct, to make him lean his head back, expose more of his neck. To allow his other hand to come up, resting around his throat, grabbing at his jaw as if Cater'd slip out of his grip if he took his hands off him for even one second. His tongue slips into Cater's mouth again, greedily exploring every inch of his mouth, as he grinds down against him, moaning into his mouth. Cater'd have to break the kiss himself if he wanted time to breathe. Lilia's all too focused, for the moment, to even realize they'd need to. ]