IC Inbox - Duplicity

[caycay]

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[flameinthedarkness]

[W-What? What does that mean? Any ability to think or really process what Cater may mean with that completely gone from Idia's head, another whine at that touch as Idia squirms against it, trying to get more stimulation.] W-What you mean?

[caycay]

I mean...

[Cater is loving drawing this out, absolutely eating up Idia's writhing. He wants to give him that pleasure, but he wants to make this last, too. Wants to savor it that much more.]

I could fuck you, instead.

[flameinthedarkness]

[Oh. Oh. Yeah, that, that sounds... Idia nodding his head, eyes still hooded in a way to show he's a little dazed by this all. Ahhh~ that was so mean! Give him more!] Yeah, yeah, I want that.

[caycay]

[Ah...when Idia's so plaintive like that, it really makes Cater want to give him everything. It's so rare to see him being so cute and needy like this! He makes sure to keep stroking Idia's shaft at an easy pace, keeping him nice and excited without pushing him too far to the edge, and switches the objective. Instead of working himself into a ready state for Idia's hefty cock, he brings his fingers to the other boy's opening instead. He won't need nearly as much prep to take in what Cater has packing, but that doesn't mean he's about to force things.

He strokes and teases the skin with his still slick fingers before sliding one inside. A few testing pumps later and he adds a second digit.]

[flameinthedarkness]

[Aaaaahh~ That feels so good, yet Idia has a need to hang onto something as Cater works him twice over, that hold on Cater's leg not enough. He coils his fingers through the front edge of his shirt near his stomach, fingers wrapping themselves around the fabric as he other hand grasps over his head at his hair to... a lesser extent. No real substance to grab onto there. But enough to ground him as he gasps and whines at Cater warming him up.]