IC Inbox - Duplicity

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[flameinthedarkness]

[...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!]

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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.]