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[He can feel the vibe being sucked out of the room and ughhhhh this is why he doesn't!! Say things!! That will make things more complicated!! Next time he's just gonna keep his big mouth shut.

In the end he still gets what he wants, sure. They can all go to the park together!! Yay!! But... at what cost? Cater has disengaged! He's bummed! Kalim's gotta fix it ASAP! He groans-- not unlike a zombie --and shuffles over to Cater to flop on top of him, resting his head on the other bunny's belly and snaking his arms around his waist.]

I knooow, you always have my back. And I really wanna have fun with you, too! [Can Cater really stay bummed at this face??] All kinds! Maybe even the freaky kind!

[...whatever that may entail, Kalim seems pretty willing to tackle it head-on and that's gotta count for something, right? He wiggles a little, casting a look over his shoulder to Leona.]

And if it ends up being a scam, then we can kick the scammers butts or something and have fun that way. How about that? [Best of both worlds! ...or something!]

[Kalim should be allowed to speak his mind whenever he pleases! He simply has the misfortune of being saddled with a couple of people really bad at expressing themselves in healthy and appropriate manners.

Anyway, Cater cannot stay bummed when Kalim is making those eyes at him. He peeks at him from around his phone, but chokes on an incredulous laugh at what he says.]

You gotta work on your phrasing, buddy. Don't think we'll be having any kind of freaky fun with each other. Buuuuut let's just see what we do get up to, yeah? I'm sure we'll have a great time!

[another sigh, and Leona leans his chin into his palm, bracing his elbow on his knee. it's kind of amusing, but he can't give either of them the validation of his laughter right now, alright.]

Hey, now, Cater. Don't go assumin' again.

Maybe Kalim does wanna get you in bed.

[listen if the boy's gonna insist he's old enough to talk about this and pull that shit on him and Cater, then this is where the conversation is going.]

[You can’t tell if his face is red if he’s hiding it in another guys stomach, right?

He does say something in reply but it’s too muffled to even be considered words. Try again later!]

Kalim gets both of us in bed every night.

[He'll pat a hand on Kalim's back, giving Leona the mildest of looks. C'mon, man.]

What'd you say? Didn't quite catch that, buddy.

[Try again now!]

[but Leona... leans more toward the other two. He didn't quite perfectly hear Kalim, but...]

Yeah, Kalim.

What were you saying?

[He does not move from his place… he simply points at Cater. Still, but slightly less muffled:]

What he said.

[Cater hums, thoughtful. They were working on not underestimating Kalim and letting him be an adult and yadda yadda...so, maybe he'll just go out and say it. Unscrewing those training wheels! Here we go!]

Yeah, but we're talking about taking someone into bed to do the no-pants dance, you feel me? Not the kind of bed-sharing we've been doing...

[once again reducing himself to peanut gallery;]

'no-pants' dance? That's what you're going with?

[He does giggle a little at the concept of a “no-pants dance”… he might have to add that to the list of dances he wants to master…]

Well, half of the work is done already, right? You’re already here, where my bed is, so… all we’d have to do is take our pants off. And then we dance?

I--

[Cater's about to say something to Leona when Kalim chimes in with his suggestion, and damn it now his cheeks are getting hot again. No, no more misunderstandings!]

I really thought that was a clear-cut way of being obvious without being explicit. Horizontal tango definitely does not get the point across. We're talking about having sex again, Kalim. Usually when you say you want to get freaky with someone that's what you mean.

[but that?

that gets Leona to start laughing. the question becomes—

which of these two is Leona laughing at, now?]

[huffs and sits up, looming over Cater now, wiggling his fingers in a most threatening manner.]

I knooooow! I was keeping up with the metaphor!!

[Launching an all-out assault on Cater's sides now with tickles!! Because how dare you assume!!!]

[Between the two of them, Cater lets out an indignant noise.]

You can't talk like you don't know if you actually know! It's confusing me!

[It is becoming completely incomprehensible what is and isn't understood at this point! He's trying to be considerate, not make assumptions! Stop bullying him!

But anyway he's being tickled now so his protesting cuts off abruptly as he starts thrashing instead.]

Stop! I yield! I'll go put myself in the naughty boys who assume corner!

[Through his laughter—]

Let him go, Asim.

The man's gonna combust if you make him think about this any harder.

Aww, but I was hoping for fireworks!

[Now straddling Cater's legs, he uses this lovely vantage point to assess the situation that is his bunny-buddy's rockin' body for a sec. When he chooses to shift the framing just a bit, he absolutely understands what about Cater and his boyish charm is supposed to be appealing. Which isn't to say this is a new perspective in any way-- Kalim always has seen it, but between professionalism and propriety and knowing what the future had in store for him as the next head of the Asim family... Well.

He's just never allowed himself the time to explore the whole picture.

Now that they're here... now that they're finally free from the expectations placed on them by all the bigger, more adultier adults in their lives... they're free to explore whatever they like, right?

Even if "whatever he likes" happens to also be one of his bestestest of friends...?

...right?]

I kinda wanna see what happens when he gets set off~!

Edited (c...lunky.....i sory) 2025-06-04 07:42 (UTC)

[Wait, what? What, what, whaaaaat the fuck was happening, right now? What was that look Kalim was giving him? Like, he recognized it, which was the problem, because it was not one he expected to ever see on him, and definitely not toward him. He blinks quickly as his brain hydroplanes and crashes against the side of his skull.

Really fucking cool, Diamond. Your super cute friend wants to set you off after a very specific set of metaphors that he was apparently keeping up with very easily and you completely fumble.]

Am I being seduced right now? I am actually asking for you to spell it out for me.

[sorry, Cater, but Leona's lost all desire to help you. he is leaning forward almost comically, mouth not emoting to match all the wide-eyed interest he has going on.

oh this is like tv. like good tv.

unlike Cater, though, this isn't quite as world-shattering to Leona. he's been watching Kalim all these months, learning quite a bit about him, out from under Jamil's thumb.

this is actually moreso putting some puzzle pieces into place.]

I dunno. Is it working?

[He hasn't dropped the tone or his level of confidence in the choice that he's made to move forward on this particular route but:]

If it's not, I'll stop, no problem! [He lifts both hands to shoulder height in surrender, but he hasn't moved from that straddle either.]

But if it is... [A provocative quirk of his brow, but certainly not leading him to any definitive decision... he really does want him to tell him if it's cool or not!!]

Oh, like, 100% it is.

[What, like he's gonna lie about it? Maybe at NRC he'd have a bit more restraint. Circumstances there were much, much different. Here, though? He was absolutely not going to deny Kalim getting down with his bad self. Not when he, himself, was a certified slut and everyone knew it.

(Anyone who didn't saw it for themselves at his welcome party.)]

I fully welcome you showing me what you got.

[However. His gaze slides over to Leona.]

You seriously just gonna sit there and watch?

What?

I don't mind a good show.

[he raises his brows, smirking, appraising. oh, Cater.]

As far as I'm concerned, I have a great view of two little rabbits doing as rabbits do.

[leona this is also admitting to a particular kink.]

[He really hadn't considered this being a rabbit thing, necessarily but... it does track! The irony isn't lost on him, but he's isn't content to believe his attraction to Cater Diamond only manifested once one or both of them became bunnies, either. That's just silly! Obviously that attraction was instant~~ly shoved in a shoebox to live under his bed for the rest of his life because reasons~~ it's just that the bunny ears make him even cuter than usual--

Anyway, NOT gonna think too hard on that metaphor anymore, thank you! He's juggling enough as it is! Now that he got his "yes," he's expected to cash that check his smug ass just wrote...

And boy is he not used to being broke!

Resting on his haunches, Kalim crosses his arms beneath his chest and tilts his head back, brow furrowed with what looks like Serious Consideration for a looong moment.]

Well. [punctuated with a decisive huff. He has to just say it. Honesty is always the best policy when it comes to matters of the heart!] If I'm being super honest, I... Don't know what I've got! I've never gotten this far, before! [Kalim, are you saying you've tried?]

You obviously have more experience than me... but I'm still a guy! I know what I like... [Tilting his head and tapping his bottom lip with a thoughtful hum.] But I want to know what you like.

[Finally unfurling himself from his thinking pose, he leans forward and settles his hands on either side of Cater's waist, tugging up the hem of his shirt as his fingers glide further north.]

So... do you wanna show... or tell?

[Something almost imperceptible shifts in Cater's expression when Leona makes his unabashed contribution. Well, then. This was how things were gonna be. Stuck between a Prince and Prince-adjacent, if Cater was being asked to perform, then he'd do so. It was already in his nature, before the transformation started to take him over. It was what he was good at.

He lets his head roll upward again to look up at Kalim. The other boy's moment of contemplation gives him a moment to breathe and shift gears. Happy-go-lucky, teasing, best-buddy Cay-Cay was going on the shelf. His goofy grin is replaced with a much more coy expression to match Kalim's energy.

As fingers slide his shirt upward, Cater puts his hands on Kalim's hips and pulls him more properly forward to sit against his pelvis.]

I like it all. Go ahead and do what's natural, and I'm sure I'll get set off in no time, just like you wanted.

[So, no telling. Kalim wanted to prove himself, so now he could take the lead however he wanted. Of course, Cater's plenty intent on reciprocating, so he does lift himself up on one elbow. His opposite hand lets go of Kalim's hip to cup the back of his neck instead, pulling him down the rest of the distance so they can meet halfway in a kiss.]

[A-ha. so perhaps Leona underestimated them both. he prpps his chin in his hand again, minding the two— sure, sure, he can break it up in a minute, but for right now he's watching the two prove they simply needed the wake up.

they ask questions. they're talking. it might not end so bad for them if they wind up out of Leona's sight at the park, after all.

...and for now, it isn't as though Leona minds the view.]

[Eep-! My, what a comfortable lap you have, Mr. Diamond. Seems a little crowded down there, but that's a problem he will tackle as soon as his brain catches back up to his increasingly needy body. Listen, he's been manhandled by Jamil enough that he should be used to it by now, but something about the way Cater doesn't even hesitate to put Kalim exactly where he wants him is really throwing him for a loop. Who is this guy and why is it suddenly hotter than the desert sun in here--

Okay, Kalim, calm down. Breathe. Think, what comes natural. Okay... That should be easy enough, right? If he doesn't overthink it, he can just go with the flow. What feels good for him probably will feel good for Cater! And his guidance in meeting him halfway is much appreciated, giving him the last bit of encouragement he needs to finally jump in the deep end.

Shifting his weight to one hand, the other lifts to cup Cater's opposite cheek for a moment, pressing eagerly into the kiss with a satisfied little hum. Kissing is kind of like a dance if he takes Cater's lead, right? Everything leading up to the horizontal tango still counts as choreography-- No! Overthinking it! No thinking, just doing. He's going back to getting those paws up under that shirt, dragging his claws up along his sides, splaying his fingers and resting over the broad expanse of his chest. He's so warm and his skin is so soft all he can think about is putting him in his mouth--

Is that weird? That's probably weird.]

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