caycay | IC Inbox - Duplicity

[His forehead leaning against the cabinet, Cater’s only half processing the conversation happening out of his sight. Even low vibrations make him feel so needy, at this point. He wants to touch himself, he wants to be touched. He wants MORE even when more just means greater torment when he has to be left cold and hard and desperate.]

Mmmm?

[Cater looks at Silver and then at Idia.]

Right here in the kitchen?

[There's no mistaking Idia's tone as an order from a Dominant to a Submissive. Much as Silver dislikes the hierarchy, he won't cause trouble by disobeying a Dom he respects. With another sigh, he washes his hands and dries them on his apron before removing it.]

I'm sorry, Cater-senpai. I must comply with Idia-senpai's order. Please stand up, unbuckle your pants, and lean forward with your forearms on the counter.

[...ok, Idia tends to have a 'no' on kitchen stuff because... gross. But, well... gotta take the chance when it presents itself, right? He doesn't feel bad for Cater in this, this is just part of the class, even if he personally isn't going hands on with Cater. It was still 'him', just via Silver. Silver on the other hand... that sigh. Idia starting to doubt himself.]

Ah, meaning this as fun, Silver, if you don't wanna, don't gotta... [Because it should be fun, not feeling like Silver is really forced to. And Idia would hope, really hope, both of them would speak up if they really didn't like something he said. This whole hierarchy thing was bullshit. He thought it was stupid. Even if Idia is playing it up right now.]

[Cater takes a breath before pulling himself up onto his feet, shaking his head.]

It’s fine.

[Despite his protestations, there’s a lusty look in his eyes that goes beyond just his current arousal. Something about the nature of this setup turns him on more than he cares to admit. So, Cater undoes his pants, careful as he pulls what he’s wearing down past his thighs. His cock is already plenty hard with the bullet buzzing lowly against its underside, the plugged wrap-around snug between his cheeks. Cater does fully as instructed, leaning over the counter and widening his stance.

He hopes Idia has a good view.]

An order is an order, Idia-senpai.

[Silver glances up at Idia, and though his serious expression doesn't change?

He winks before turning his attention back to Cater. Where'd he learn that?!]

Please hold still, Cater-senpai. If you move your hips or try to stimulate yourself, you'll likely be punished. [As he says it, he reaches around to check the fastenings holding the bullet to Cater's dick. His fingers barely skim the flesh in the lightest tease.] Very good, it feels secure.

[And then he grips the base of the plug, barely tugging on it and slowly shifting it inside Cater.]

[Ok. Good. Good. That confirmation is good. That they all on the same page. Idia would get Cater is, they, well, done this enough by this week already. But where the hell did Silver learn that from?!

...Idia is going to have to talk to Jamil and what they been up to.

And... Silver is playing that role well, Idia forgetting his own role in this little play, that earlier 'Dom confidence' vanishing as a flush of pink colored his face and hair tips. Feeling like he's playing more of a voyeur part in this all than a leading role in it, his hand leaving the railing to cover his mouth as he watches this take place.]

[Oh, Silver. Oooohhhh, Silver...from his spot bent over the counter, Cater whimpers at that feather-light touch to his erection. The further they get into the week, the less he needs to feel unsteady. The harder it is not to push against any stimulation to generate more friction.

Cater's brow furrows, then, as Silver shifts his attention to what he has inserted inside of him. His breath hitches, knees banging against the counter as he struggles to keep himself from moving. The slowness is the worst part of it all. He wants to feel it in him faster, pushed in with deliberate force--but that could be dangerous. Even though they're just getting started, he isn't so sure how much he could take when he feels like his whole body is full of pressure.]

Deeper...

[He swallows hard, gasping.]

P-Please.

I don't know if I'm allowed to, Cater-senpai. You're not allow to reach orgasm, and the risk is too great. I don't want you to fail your class.

[The whole time, Silver is barely shifting the plug inside Cater, tugging or pushing gently on the base. His other hand reaches around to cup and fondle his balls.]

Have you thought about what you want to do when the class is done? Will you tell me your fantasy?

[...Idia is going to have to send Jamil a gift or something. Something! For this! Unless... was Silver capable of this before and Idia just had no clue? Well, seems he was capable of it in some way, right? You don't just pick this up in such a short time without having some curiosity... right?

Either way... O.M.G.

Idia doesn't even care if it feels like he's not part of this anymore, that he could do something; an order, to turn that toy on higher but... just getting to watch this...

He doesn't want to interrupt this.

This is even better than just teasing Cater himself in some ways. And that had been fun this entire time. Getting even with Cater for his brattiness. Yet... this is so fucking HOT!]

Nnnggh...

[Cater sucks on his lower lip, his forehead rolling back and forth against the counter. He feels insane--he never knew that he could be driven to such a level of arousal that he'd be willing to barter just about anything for an orgasm. Either of them could tell him to beg for it and he would, even though he knows that he's not going to get the release he's after--not until it's time for their final.

Four more days. Four more days of every little touch feeling like its full of fire. Electricity. His whole body wound up, barely able to control himself. Each thrum of his pulse feels like an earthquake under his skin.]

It's all I think about.

[Practically all he can think about, constantly, at this point. The dreams are the worst, completely without restraint, and it's so hard to keep himself from bursting.]

You inside me...me inside you.

[Even though he's talking to Silver, he shifts his head onto its side against one of his arms so he can peer up at Idia with his hungry, lusty gaze. Clearly, it's not just Silver that he wants to do these things with.]

I want my mouth on every inch of you. I want to be so deep inside you that we can't tell where my body stops and yours begins, and even when I cum I want to keep going--until my legs give out--and then you can fuck my brains out, just bend me over and pound me into the mattress, or the floor, or a table--anywhere, everywhere, aa--aah--

[Cater cuts himself off, taking a sharp, deep breath. He's getting too into it, he needs to shake off the visuals. His cock is just looking for any excuse to blow, so even fantasizing too hard is becoming dangerous.]

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