[Leona confirms, his whisper like a growl. he holds Cater where he is, the blood and ink on his chest soaking into Cater's top, contaminating that space. beneath Cater, Leona's arousal is apparent as well, his slacks already undone from the hyena on his lap before.]
I want more.
[and with that declaration, he sinks his teeth into Cater's neck, sucking at his skin as he does so. they press hard, without the restraint Leona shows awake, and heat begins to dribble down between them. at the same time his claws drag up Cater's back, pulling him into the rocking motion of their hips, desperate for that contact to be made.
as he loses himself in Cater, though, the hands and claws of the hyenas grow as dark as their faces, eyes lighting up white. they reach for Cater, cackling as they do, but all their own efforts do is tear the fabric fom his shoulders, freeing him from the cover of his shirt. sycophantic and chattering, they surround the throne, whispering of their hunger— how good Cater must taste. how satisfying his bones will be.
remember, boss, leave enough for us, the voices hiss. remember, boss, he's ours when you're done.
even this throne is ours when you're done.
and though they continue, Leona hums against Cater's skin, pushes one hand into Cater's hair and holds him tighter.]
no subject
[Leona confirms, his whisper like a growl. he holds Cater where he is, the blood and ink on his chest soaking into Cater's top, contaminating that space. beneath Cater, Leona's arousal is apparent as well, his slacks already undone from the hyena on his lap before.]
I want more.
[and with that declaration, he sinks his teeth into Cater's neck, sucking at his skin as he does so. they press hard, without the restraint Leona shows awake, and heat begins to dribble down between them. at the same time his claws drag up Cater's back, pulling him into the rocking motion of their hips, desperate for that contact to be made.
as he loses himself in Cater, though, the hands and claws of the hyenas grow as dark as their faces, eyes lighting up white. they reach for Cater, cackling as they do, but all their own efforts do is tear the fabric fom his shoulders, freeing him from the cover of his shirt. sycophantic and chattering, they surround the throne, whispering of their hunger— how good Cater must taste. how satisfying his bones will be.
remember, boss, leave enough for us, the voices hiss. remember, boss, he's ours when you're done.
even this throne is ours when you're done.
and though they continue, Leona hums against Cater's skin, pushes one hand into Cater's hair and holds him tighter.]