[ On what planet, in what space or time, would that little beg not be answered? Lilia presses those fangs of his to Cater's neck, biting down without too much caution, knowing right where to bite to avoid making him bleed all that much. His tongue flicks out, lapping up the blood he draws from his skin. It's an easy motion, repeated in another spot nearby, where he first sucks in some of Cater's flesh into his mouth, between his teeth, sucking hard to leave a different kind of mark on him.
Lilia isn't silent as he begins to work on marking Cater up, as his hips continue at that oh-so-intense pace. His noises are only muffled slightly by the other man's flesh - it's too obvious he's easily being driven crazy by their matched movements.
His mouth pulls back from Cater's neck. The man doesn't even take a moment to admire his work before he's sinking his fangs back into Cater's shoulder, greedily adding more wounds to his pale skin.]
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Lilia isn't silent as he begins to work on marking Cater up, as his hips continue at that oh-so-intense pace. His noises are only muffled slightly by the other man's flesh - it's too obvious he's easily being driven crazy by their matched movements.
His mouth pulls back from Cater's neck. The man doesn't even take a moment to admire his work before he's sinking his fangs back into Cater's shoulder, greedily adding more wounds to his pale skin.]