effortaverse | Heckin Inbox

[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.]

[Any inexperience that Kalim has, he makes up for with warmth and enthusiasm. He can't help cracking a slight smile into their kiss before letting out a soft, pleasured sigh. If Cater could hear his thoughts, he would most certainly be encouraging him--Nothing weird about that, bestie. Dig in!

Instead, he puts those verbal affirmations into his actions. Cater arches his body up into Kalim's paws, deepening their kiss as the hand he has at Kalim's neck scours down his body. His fingertips stop at the other boy's waistband, teasing at the fabric there unhurriedly.

For Cater, right now, there wasn't any expectation for how far they went, or how fast. As Kalim set the pace, he'd match it. As Kalim's preferences began to show themselves, Cater would mold himself to fit them.

As for Leona? He might as well not have been there, for all his attention was focused on the body he had against his own.]

[but alas, Leona is still here. and while he isn't here to ruin their vibe, he is well aware that there is something out of place, here. whether or not the 'something' is a lion is up to interpretation.]

Alright. That's enough.

[it's not scolding, not like it could be. firm enough to get their attention.]

If you want some privacy, I'll give it to ya.

But first, we oughta start this conversation over from the beginning.

[That does break his concentration enough to get him to pull back. Just barely, though, he really could keep going... Instead, Kalim simply lingers near to turn those smooches into innocent little nose nuzzles even as he grumbles in protest.]

...well, I gueeess we should listen to him. [But what if he sneaks one more smooch first--]

[Really, what more was there to talk about? Hadn't they established everything they needed? As Kalim pulls back, Cater does sit up a bit straighter, his eyes sliding over toward Leona again. His arms wrap loosely around Kalim's waist, not protesting against the affectionate touches, the additional kisses. His pale skin was flushed from the attention he'd been getting, and he gives a thoughtful hum.]

I thought you were enjoying watching two bunnies do their thing.

Didn't figure rabbits are really that much for putting on shows.

[it was one thing to tease. but even dead, in this position, isn't Leona...?]

Besides. Getting us to agree to go with you was the goal in the end, wasn't it, Kalim?

Heckin Inbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject