[that hunger is exactly what Leona wanted to see, but his victory is interrupted by Cater's kiss. it might be unexpected, audacious, even, but it's far from unwanted; despite that drive to mark Cater up, Leona is not immune to contact or affection. Cater's grip draws a real moan, gruff and low and needy, from Leona against his mouth, and he rolls his hips forward.
he still wants to tear Cater apart, to get his mouth on every inch— every inch— but Leona's forgotten any reason to rush. even the door behind Cater brings Leona no pause. he reaches back down to return that touch, sliding his hand right into Cater's shorts this time. it wouldn't be fair, after all, for him not to get to feel the heat of Cater's skin on his own palm.]
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he still wants to tear Cater apart, to get his mouth on every inch— every inch— but Leona's forgotten any reason to rush. even the door behind Cater brings Leona no pause. he reaches back down to return that touch, sliding his hand right into Cater's shorts this time. it wouldn't be fair, after all, for him not to get to feel the heat of Cater's skin on his own palm.]