[did he need that invitation? it feels like everything to be welcomed into Cater's arms. he could tear this man to pieces— intends to!— and yet Leona finds himself pressing into him intimately, joining him there on the stone tile and pressing their foreheads together, nuzzling their faces. his body seeks the affection his mind can't remember it's allowed to find.
he draws his claw up Cater's chest in a line, and that bright neon blood follows it. why does this neon remind him of Cater, anyway? why does this blood feel so much like him? the more Leona presses against him, the more that blood spills from Cater, the brighter it glows— the more it feels like he knows him, like he's tasted Cater's kiss before.
what is this scent? why does he know it? why does he want it? why is he hesitating to turn this man to sand?
that glow contaminates the both of them with Leona's nuzzling, and with his hand coated in it, he presses his palm to Cater's cheek. while he settles between Cater's thighs, cock hard and flush against Cater's own arousal, he tugs Cater's face again into another kiss, revelling in Cater's embrace.]
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he draws his claw up Cater's chest in a line, and that bright neon blood follows it. why does this neon remind him of Cater, anyway? why does this blood feel so much like him? the more Leona presses against him, the more that blood spills from Cater, the brighter it glows— the more it feels like he knows him, like he's tasted Cater's kiss before.
what is this scent? why does he know it? why does he want it? why is he hesitating to turn this man to sand?
that glow contaminates the both of them with Leona's nuzzling, and with his hand coated in it, he presses his palm to Cater's cheek. while he settles between Cater's thighs, cock hard and flush against Cater's own arousal, he tugs Cater's face again into another kiss, revelling in Cater's embrace.]