[and Leona will be angry later— perhaps not with Cater, but angry. first, he'll be a whole host of other things. but before any (more) potential guilt can set in, Leona is truly taken by Cater's words. it's so much easier to be persuaded by words right now, and Leona can't help but give in.
he presses his forehead against Cater's in a messy rub, then leans down further. there is no more hesitation in once again biting down on Cater's neck. he needs to, both from the need to mark and the need to breed channeling him into that lion's love-lock. if he doesn't think, if he plays that hakuna matata and pushes his own self-serving agenda, it becomes easier to bear with.
one hand reaches down to redirect the rutting of his length a bit more usefully, pressing his head against Cater's hole. normally he'd like to watch, to relish the backward draw of his foreskin and the jump of Cater's cock in response, but this kind of need is too much. he has to force his eyes closed to handle the feeling, to avoid the overwhelm.]
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he presses his forehead against Cater's in a messy rub, then leans down further. there is no more hesitation in once again biting down on Cater's neck. he needs to, both from the need to mark and the need to breed channeling him into that lion's love-lock. if he doesn't think, if he plays that hakuna matata and pushes his own self-serving agenda, it becomes easier to bear with.
one hand reaches down to redirect the rutting of his length a bit more usefully, pressing his head against Cater's hole. normally he'd like to watch, to relish the backward draw of his foreskin and the jump of Cater's cock in response, but this kind of need is too much. he has to force his eyes closed to handle the feeling, to avoid the overwhelm.]