[Cater moans softly, feeling little shocks of pleasure just from Lilia's own noises, the way that he squirms on top of him. Every time that petite body slams so hard against him, his hips buck up of their own accord--Cater has less and less restraint by the minute. He wants to watch Lilia but his eyes roll back in his head from the myriad of sensations.
And then, above all else, that declaration of Cater as a good, sweet boy, hits him in a way that he'd be ashamed to admit out loud. His eyes open again and he looks at Lilia with a half-lidded, lusty gaze. He grips Lilia's hips firmly as he seeks to match that intense pace with his own thrusts. Gasping, panting, he begs:]
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And then, above all else, that declaration of Cater as a good, sweet boy, hits him in a way that he'd be ashamed to admit out loud. His eyes open again and he looks at Lilia with a half-lidded, lusty gaze. He grips Lilia's hips firmly as he seeks to match that intense pace with his own thrusts. Gasping, panting, he begs:]
Devour me.