[Cater gives permission with his actions more than his words, and that's what Leona relies on. he submits, finally, to his own desire, given the permission to do so. Cater might be free of the social politics, but Leona is still embroiled in them, still aware he could be asking too much— but this permission is enough for him.
Leona drags his fingers up Cater's thigh to his groin, cups his bulge through his shorts while he lowers his head to taste his meal. he slides his tongue up the length of Cater's muscle, letting the motion draw his mouth wider until he can bite down..
he hums into it, finding it immediately satisfying to have his mouth where it should be, though it's certainly not filling. there is more that Leona wants, but as he squeezes Cater lightly through his shorts he finds that giving in to the influence is a lot easier than fighting it. he wants, wants, wants— wants Cater, and to mark him, so that everyone sees that Leona is here, and that every part of Cater anyone else can see is his.]
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Leona drags his fingers up Cater's thigh to his groin, cups his bulge through his shorts while he lowers his head to taste his meal. he slides his tongue up the length of Cater's muscle, letting the motion draw his mouth wider until he can bite down..
he hums into it, finding it immediately satisfying to have his mouth where it should be, though it's certainly not filling. there is more that Leona wants, but as he squeezes Cater lightly through his shorts he finds that giving in to the influence is a lot easier than fighting it. he wants, wants, wants— wants Cater, and to mark him, so that everyone sees that Leona is here, and that every part of Cater anyone else can see is his.]