For a long minute that's all he does, sit deep inside Idia, their bodies tangled, breathing hard where he rests his head against him. When he finally looks up he smiles, coming in to steal a kiss--this one powerful, full of all the unspoken emotion they're sharing. Together like this, it feels like they have a single pulse. Idia's throbbing cock is sandwiched between their stomachs and every minor roll of his hips could threaten to make both of them explode.
He'll work his way up. Instead of going straight into a slow thrust, Cater starts to roll and grind his hips. Even that much fills the pack of his own eyelids with sparks.
Immediately, Idia's eyes roll back and the groan he unleashes vibrates right into Cater's chest from his own. He might not be sure how to move but instinct does its job just fine, his legs clutching and hips grinding back in kind. Even that easy stimulation has him clenching again and again, pulling sharp breaths out of him each time. Their heartbeats truly are matched, and Idia would marvel at the wonders of biology if his brain could grasp anything but the sheer bliss of making love. Because that's what this is, isn't it? It's not sex anymore, not FWB or anything casual, they confessed and accepted mutually and transformed the act before it began.
Idia's hair is a riot of brilliant color, the rich purples and pinks flooding out the last of the blue even as their hues bleed toward something different even from the orange-red of Idia's rare ire. Crimson deeper than Heartslabyul's roses, bolder than Scarabia's magestones, flows from the Housewarden's scalp to light the bed and the pair entangled upon it in the glow of passion.
Bit by bit, Cater's resolve crumbles. He uses his own body to guide Idia's as the grinding motion of his hips begins to evolve into proper thrusts. They're shallow for now as he keeps himself deep inside, like the head of his cock is trying to burrow newer, unexplored depths. When he's not sharing in his boyfriend's breathing he can't tear his eyes away from those beautiful colors. Such a dark red--it puts every other color he's ever seen to shame.
His lips scour Idia's ear, jaw, neck. He can't bring himself to pull his body away by even an inch but wants to touch and taste him all over. It's inexplicable, overwhelming, how he can feel so incredible all over--so full to bursting with pleasure and at the same time hungry for more and more.
Idia whimpers as grinding becomes short, slow thrusts, his body seeking this new rhythm and guided into it by Cater's careful movements. It's still a little awkward but by letting Cater move in him and only pushing back against his boyfriend occasionally, they set a comfortable pace together. Oh gods, the slide in and out as he grips the other boy tightly makes his brain spin. Even the shifting of Cater's body against his inner thighs is sweet torment. Ah, it's no wonder people find themselves risking all sorts of scandal and heartbreak to do this whenever possible, it's addictive in the way a perfectly crafted game is... no, even if it's top-tier nerd sacrilege to think so, this is better.
The kisses all over his face and neck feel way more sensitive than they ever have before. His entire body is alight, zinging with sparks of pleasure. He catches Cater's mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss, feeding his boyfriend another desperate moan. In the crimson light of his hair, Idia's eyes are ringed in shadows, their golden centers shining like obols when the kiss breaks and they open again and stare into Cater's very soul.
"More...," he rasps, lifting himself into one of Cater's thrusts with the grip of his long legs. "More, please!"
There's a rumble at the base of Cater's throat. When Idia begs him like that, how can he do anything but give him what he wants? His arms protest against raising himself away but he does so, pulling up just enough so he can take Idia's arms and pin them in his own, gripping their entangled fingers tightly as he falls into that pleasured, desperate gaze.
He won't go hard, doesn't think he could last more than a few strokes if he did, but picks up the pace, using the leverage of Idia's legs wrapped around him to provide fuller, more complete thrusts. Each time their bodies come together he makes sure his abdomen slides against Idia's shaft, wanting to increase the pressure from both sources.
If he wasn't moaning so hard himself, each breath a heavy pant, he'd be showering Idia with all the adoration in his head, in his heart. Instead, all he can do is keep eye contact, trusting that their shared intensity communicates more clearly than any words possibly could.
A long, ragged sound, part sob and part laugh, pours out of Idia as Cater really starts thrusting. His face is flushed and hot down through his neck, his eyes half-lidded with hugely dilated pupils. The dazed smile stretching his lips looks almost drunken, brain now thoroughly soaked in bliss. Idia clings harder, the pads of his fingers digging into the back of Cater's hands forcefully enough to bruise though he's unaware of what he's doing. Between them his cock twitches and drools over their skin, aiding in the slide of sweat-slick bodies.
This is... perfection. Much as Idia has sometimes wished for a technomantic body to overcome the shortcomings of flesh, now he's grateful even for his frail living body. Only flesh can feel like this, beautifully wrecked and still wanting more. He doesn't want to orgasm yet but he can feel it on the horizon, his words swept away by a chorus of moans and gasps. Building, rising, swelling into a rogue tide threatening to crash over him and wash everything away, Idia's looming euphoria dwarfs anything he's ever known, even the agony of grief. He survived tragedy and sorrow for what he's found in Cater's arms, Cater's heart.
Even without driving hard into one another, the intense passion shared between the two of them is undeniable. All they can do is communicate in shared moans, joined breaths. The more overheated his own body feels the less Cater can focus on keeping his pace at an even rhythm, and Idia's growing display of ecstasy spurs him to act more fully on his own instincts.
It's clear that his own orgasm isn't far behind Idia's as his body struggles from exertion, moving against the form beneath him on pure, unrestrained need. "Idia," he gasps, overcome, folding forward as his hands grasp Idia by the hips. Bursts of pleasured noises spill from him as he holds them together, trembling as he grips him hard. Cater's cock jerks hard and involuntarily, the hot spurt of his orgasm shooting deep inside. If he didn't feel like his whole body had seized up, Cater's certain he'd have collapsed.
Cater climaxing inside him, spasming against him, yanks Idia into another crash of ecstasy before his initial release even begins to subside. White drops spatter between them, his trapped cock pulsing to the beat of the Housewarden's broken cries. Drawn into an upward bow, muscles locked, nails biting into the backs of Cater's hands, orgasm shakes him mercilessly in wave after wave. The pleasure is so strong it almost hurts, the pounding in his ears reminding him of the Starsending drum, a wish he'd never made now granted. There are certainly stars exploding and condensing in the darkness behind his eyelids.
And then his body begins to settle, a couple of tiny choked sobs shoved out as he collapses into the mattress. His legs have jellied and lost their grip, thighs twitching on either side of Cater's hips. Hypersensitive skin prickles with gooseflesh as sweat evaporates into the chilled air of the room. Idia doesn't even have the strength to pry his eyes open, leaving him only with the sound of Cater's labored breathing and the lingering intimate penetration between his legs to anchor him to reality.
As his head clears, Cater lowers himself gently. It isn't until he's fully collapsed against Idia's chest that the tension leaves his body. There's no way he can imagine parting now, and as he feels Idia's genitalia throbbing beneath his stomach, Idia will feel Cater's throbbing inside of him.
Kissing Idia's chest, Cater slides a lock of that amazing, blood-red hair through his fingers. "Wow," he breathes, admiring its glow. Admiring Idia in all of his stunning facets.
"Hnngh...." Idia's barely coherent, unconsciously shivering thanks to the lingering twitches he feels against and within his body. Once he pries his eyes open he's somewhat aware of the odd scarlet glow reflecting off the nearby wall and his very dazed boyfriend, though. "Hunh...?"
Why is the lock of flaming hair wrapped around Cater's fingers red? He stares blankly at it for a while, uncomprehending. Is... is that his? He's seen it go kind of orange like a bonfire or lava before when he's really fired (pun intended) up, but this? Like the lovemaking, this is totally new.
Resting against his boyfriend, Cater starts to smile. "Hey, you," he murmurs as he continues playing with Idia's hair. "Have I mentioned within the last five minutes how much I love you?"
It's a silly, still breathless question, and even before Idia has a chance to answer he's feeling a fit of giddy, lightheaded giggles coming on, making both of their bodies bounce. He feels like his bones have completely dissolved--there's no way he's moving anytime soon.
Oh oh gods oh, Cater's giggles are sending vibrations through him where they're still joined and Idia can't help a whimpering moan from slipping out. He's overstimulated and exhausted, but at least his brain is still pickled in happy chemicals. Honestly, he feels like he might be non-functional for hours after coming that hard. Somehow he manages to paw weakly at Cater's arm in a silent demand for cuddles, because if he's going to be pinned here under his giggling, infuriating, adorable boyfriend, then he wants to be held, dammit.
He lost his virginity and gained a boyfriend with a kind heart. Who could've imagined something like this would ever happen to poor, unlucky Idia Shroud?
Idia doesn't have to make himself any clearer, especially when his own body is trembling with exhaustion and slowly starting to cool down. He reaches for a blanket to throw over them, hardly caring how messily it might be draped, and winds his arms underneath Idia's body once again, holding him close.
Even just the idea of craning up to kiss Idia on the lips sounds exhausting, so he presses a smooch on his collar where he rests before letting out a shuddering sigh. Despite all of his fears and protestations, Cater Diamond had found himself someone that he would in no way allow himself to lose. It should frighten him, knowing the potential devastation of not having Idia in his life any longer, but instead he founds himself filled with a quiet determination not to be pried away.
No matter what might wait for them tomorrow or the next day, he'd been there, ready to take Idia's hand.
They're both sticky and sweaty but too damned tired to care, so Idia lets the mess be Future Idia's problem and conks out in Cater's arms. Boyfriends make great weighted blankets, provided they don't snore.
An hour or so later, he drags himself back to consciousness, repaying the collarbone kiss with one on the crown of Cater's head. Ugh, he does feel gross with everything drying on his skin but at the same time he's reluctant to move. At least at some point Cater slipped out of him, so shifting his position a bit isn't making his body do the horny keysmash thing anymore.
"Hn... Cater, we gotta get up. Wizard needs shower badly." Okay, it's not the actual quote from the game but close enough. He nudges his boyfriend's shoulder. "You still in sleep mode?"
Cater can be a pretty deep sleeper, but what with all the sensations firing through his body, he settles into more of a prolonged doze, stirring occasionally to smile at the realization that he's still in Idia's arms. When the call to actually wake up and get clean finally comes, he whines. "I can get up," he confirms on a sigh, "Just don't want to."
Even cuddling will feel better again once they're cleaned up. The problem is forcing his legs to move at all. "Bard wants ten more minutes."
"Ten, got it." Normally he'd set an alarm on his phone but even though it would only take a quick verbal command he doesn't bother. He rubs his hand slowly up and down Cater's bare back under the covers, grinning. "That was some level up ding, huh?"
It's amazing how different he feels mentally. Something that brought him both curiosity and anxiety turned out to feel amazing, and that he shared it with an actual boyfriend is even better. Knowing they'll get to do it again, almost whenever they want? Even better.
"For real," he agrees. He even feels like he's leveled up--being intimate with someone you've professed your love for is so above and beyond any of his previous experiences. Humming pleasantly in response to Idia's caresses he grins, back to his cheeky self now that they've come down from the most stupefying stage of their post-orgasm high. "How does it feel to have turned in your V-Card?"
"Definite huge grin emoji here, GGWP." Idia sighs contentedly, fingertips idly tracing the dip of Cater's spine. "Nice to finally use that key item, and with the right player, too. I did okay for a newbie?"
Hopefully he won't stay in the newbie bracket too long. They have the rest of the night if their bodies cooperate, and if that's the case then Idia will grind like he always does when he's hyperfixated.
"You did amazing, sweetie," Cater assures him the style of the most appropriate meme that jumps to mind, leaning in to steal a quick, smiling kiss. "You realize after you clean yourself up I'm going to get you all dirty again, right?"
If he wasn't sure that they'd probably get into some kind of accident from how wobbly they're feeling, Cater'd be gung-ho to fuck him in the shower, too.
"Fresh dirty is better than crusty dirty." As soon as Cater pulls back from the kiss, Idia leans up for one of his own. "I hope we're not BoE to each other, I love you but it would be super awkward."
They'll get better at it. Or they can get something non-slip for the floor. Maybe then they can fully debauch Idia's shower.
"You finally got me," Cater says with a small laugh. "I have no idea what BoE stands for."
He can probably guess from context, but...he wants Idia to explain, anyway. In part to expand his knowledge of terms that mean something to his boyfriend, and in part to see if he'll get embarrassed trying to put it into words. Either way, it's a win.
Idia grins proudly. It's always nice when someone takes an interest in his nerdy hobbies, and it's even better when that someone is a precious person in his heart. If he can teach Cater more about gaming, he's sharing something he loves with the person he loves.
"Bind on equip. It means once you equip something, it's connected permanently to that character. Bind on account is similar but you can trade the item to different alts on the same account, you just can't transfer it between accounts." His grin becomes a bit of a cheeky smirk, Cater's definitely rubbing off on him. "And you definitely equipped me since you were kinda wearing me for a while there."
The explanation makes him snort out another laugh. "Ha! Okay, I get it. Well, I think we're definitely removable, but my account is definitely bound to yours."
If they weren't alone, he'd be a little embarrassed himself saying something so corny. It would be different if it was a non-gaming related pun! What's more important, though, is that he knows Idia will appreciate it.
"In any case, I definitely plan on being the one equipped to you when we start the next round."
Okay, that makes Idia blink, his grin folding into a rather adorably confused look. "Wait, you want me to... are you sure? It's not like I've got the proficiency score for that yet, what if I hurt you?"
He'd never forgive himself if he caused his boyfriend actual pain! The thought of it causes his stomach to clench.
Cater can't help but grin from ear to ear at Idia's expression. "I'm way beyond sure," he confirms, sitting up a bit on his elbow. "Don't worry, I can still be on top and leading...but I can't let you greet tomorrow still halfway a virgin, can I? Not when I'm after that legendary armor."
But his expression softening, he cups Idia's face in one hand. "You won't hurt me, I promise."
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He'll work his way up. Instead of going straight into a slow thrust, Cater starts to roll and grind his hips. Even that much fills the pack of his own eyelids with sparks.
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Idia's hair is a riot of brilliant color, the rich purples and pinks flooding out the last of the blue even as their hues bleed toward something different even from the orange-red of Idia's rare ire. Crimson deeper than Heartslabyul's roses, bolder than Scarabia's magestones, flows from the Housewarden's scalp to light the bed and the pair entangled upon it in the glow of passion.
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His lips scour Idia's ear, jaw, neck. He can't bring himself to pull his body away by even an inch but wants to touch and taste him all over. It's inexplicable, overwhelming, how he can feel so incredible all over--so full to bursting with pleasure and at the same time hungry for more and more.
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The kisses all over his face and neck feel way more sensitive than they ever have before. His entire body is alight, zinging with sparks of pleasure. He catches Cater's mouth in a tongue-tangling kiss, feeding his boyfriend another desperate moan. In the crimson light of his hair, Idia's eyes are ringed in shadows, their golden centers shining like obols when the kiss breaks and they open again and stare into Cater's very soul.
"More...," he rasps, lifting himself into one of Cater's thrusts with the grip of his long legs. "More, please!"
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He won't go hard, doesn't think he could last more than a few strokes if he did, but picks up the pace, using the leverage of Idia's legs wrapped around him to provide fuller, more complete thrusts. Each time their bodies come together he makes sure his abdomen slides against Idia's shaft, wanting to increase the pressure from both sources.
If he wasn't moaning so hard himself, each breath a heavy pant, he'd be showering Idia with all the adoration in his head, in his heart. Instead, all he can do is keep eye contact, trusting that their shared intensity communicates more clearly than any words possibly could.
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This is... perfection. Much as Idia has sometimes wished for a technomantic body to overcome the shortcomings of flesh, now he's grateful even for his frail living body. Only flesh can feel like this, beautifully wrecked and still wanting more. He doesn't want to orgasm yet but he can feel it on the horizon, his words swept away by a chorus of moans and gasps. Building, rising, swelling into a rogue tide threatening to crash over him and wash everything away, Idia's looming euphoria dwarfs anything he's ever known, even the agony of grief. He survived tragedy and sorrow for what he's found in Cater's arms, Cater's heart.
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It's clear that his own orgasm isn't far behind Idia's as his body struggles from exertion, moving against the form beneath him on pure, unrestrained need. "Idia," he gasps, overcome, folding forward as his hands grasp Idia by the hips. Bursts of pleasured noises spill from him as he holds them together, trembling as he grips him hard. Cater's cock jerks hard and involuntarily, the hot spurt of his orgasm shooting deep inside. If he didn't feel like his whole body had seized up, Cater's certain he'd have collapsed.
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And then his body begins to settle, a couple of tiny choked sobs shoved out as he collapses into the mattress. His legs have jellied and lost their grip, thighs twitching on either side of Cater's hips. Hypersensitive skin prickles with gooseflesh as sweat evaporates into the chilled air of the room. Idia doesn't even have the strength to pry his eyes open, leaving him only with the sound of Cater's labored breathing and the lingering intimate penetration between his legs to anchor him to reality.
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Kissing Idia's chest, Cater slides a lock of that amazing, blood-red hair through his fingers. "Wow," he breathes, admiring its glow. Admiring Idia in all of his stunning facets.
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Why is the lock of flaming hair wrapped around Cater's fingers red? He stares blankly at it for a while, uncomprehending. Is... is that his? He's seen it go kind of orange like a bonfire or lava before when he's really fired (pun intended) up, but this? Like the lovemaking, this is totally new.
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It's a silly, still breathless question, and even before Idia has a chance to answer he's feeling a fit of giddy, lightheaded giggles coming on, making both of their bodies bounce. He feels like his bones have completely dissolved--there's no way he's moving anytime soon.
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He lost his virginity and gained a boyfriend with a kind heart. Who could've imagined something like this would ever happen to poor, unlucky Idia Shroud?
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Even just the idea of craning up to kiss Idia on the lips sounds exhausting, so he presses a smooch on his collar where he rests before letting out a shuddering sigh. Despite all of his fears and protestations, Cater Diamond had found himself someone that he would in no way allow himself to lose. It should frighten him, knowing the potential devastation of not having Idia in his life any longer, but instead he founds himself filled with a quiet determination not to be pried away.
No matter what might wait for them tomorrow or the next day, he'd been there, ready to take Idia's hand.
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An hour or so later, he drags himself back to consciousness, repaying the collarbone kiss with one on the crown of Cater's head. Ugh, he does feel gross with everything drying on his skin but at the same time he's reluctant to move. At least at some point Cater slipped out of him, so shifting his position a bit isn't making his body do the horny keysmash thing anymore.
"Hn... Cater, we gotta get up. Wizard needs shower badly." Okay, it's not the actual quote from the game but close enough. He nudges his boyfriend's shoulder. "You still in sleep mode?"
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Even cuddling will feel better again once they're cleaned up. The problem is forcing his legs to move at all. "Bard wants ten more minutes."
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It's amazing how different he feels mentally. Something that brought him both curiosity and anxiety turned out to feel amazing, and that he shared it with an actual boyfriend is even better. Knowing they'll get to do it again, almost whenever they want? Even better.
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Hopefully he won't stay in the newbie bracket too long. They have the rest of the night if their bodies cooperate, and if that's the case then Idia will grind like he always does when he's hyperfixated.
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If he wasn't sure that they'd probably get into some kind of accident from how wobbly they're feeling, Cater'd be gung-ho to fuck him in the shower, too.
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They'll get better at it. Or they can get something non-slip for the floor. Maybe then they can fully debauch Idia's shower.
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He can probably guess from context, but...he wants Idia to explain, anyway. In part to expand his knowledge of terms that mean something to his boyfriend, and in part to see if he'll get embarrassed trying to put it into words. Either way, it's a win.
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"Bind on equip. It means once you equip something, it's connected permanently to that character. Bind on account is similar but you can trade the item to different alts on the same account, you just can't transfer it between accounts." His grin becomes a bit of a cheeky smirk, Cater's definitely rubbing off on him. "And you definitely equipped me since you were kinda wearing me for a while there."
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If they weren't alone, he'd be a little embarrassed himself saying something so corny. It would be different if it was a non-gaming related pun! What's more important, though, is that he knows Idia will appreciate it.
"In any case, I definitely plan on being the one equipped to you when we start the next round."
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He'd never forgive himself if he caused his boyfriend actual pain! The thought of it causes his stomach to clench.
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But his expression softening, he cups Idia's face in one hand. "You won't hurt me, I promise."
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