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[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?

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