It takes a second for Cater to register the question, and when he does he lets out a breathless laugh. When his eyes open, he looks down at Idia and smiles, putting his hands over the ones gripping at his hips. "I'm way more than okay," he promises. "You feel more amazing than I could've imagined, I feel like I could just stay like this."
But damn if he doesn't want to move, too, to rub and hit on his sweet spot until he could pass out. To start, though, Cater leans over him and goes in for a hot-breathed kiss, his body moving just slightly up Idia's shaft as he does. "I want to drink in all of you," he murmurs as the kiss breaks before going in for a second.
On Idia's end, the kiss is as much a moan that he feeds to Cater, that slight movement enough to send him reeling. He's lost in his hunger, his tongue intruding into the second kiss, his hips thrusting shallowly with every hitch of their mingled breath. If this is how Cater felt when first sinking into him, how did he ever resist breaking into an instant flurry of movement? He's so deep, he can feel himself throbbing inside Cater, his nails biting into his boyfriend's hips as he struggles not to move too much. His one saving grace is a lack of core strength, otherwise he's sure he'd be pounding Cater into oblivion from where he's nestled in the bed. It's a hundred times better than being jerked off, not only the sensation but also knowing his boyfriend trusts him enough to be penetrated like this.
Cater's hands slide up the sides of Idia's face as they kiss, happy to delve more deeply into his boyfriend's mouth as his fingers slide through the warm, color-changing hair. It feels so good, their mingling breath and tongues, those shallow, instinctive thrusts pushing into him.
Having a much more established core, he starts to move in a slow but much more steady rhythm. There's still a bit of resistance even with the lube, but that only makes the whole thing feel better. Cater whines into Idia's mouth, and it's hard to breathe right when he's focusing on their joined bodies. He has to break it, pressing his forehead into Idia's jawline, lips pressed into that long, pale neck.
Cater starts moving and Idia's suddenly glad for the broken kiss right after, because he's gasping hard every time he jerks up to meet his boyfriend. It's an awkward rhythm but it still has Idia's eyes rolling back and his toes curling. Bold red floods through his hair again where it was only streaks moments ago, his throat working frantically around hard breaths and groans of pleasure. His bitten-off nails grip harder, pinpoints of sharp burning over the arches of Cater's hips.
This is unreal! For Cater to make love to him so gently and now reverse their positions in this slow but reckless ride has to be a dream. It simply feels too good to be reality, reality is supposed to hurt. But Cater rolls his body above him, squeezes him, kisses his neck and whimpers in ecstasy that Idia is giving him. It's real and Idia really never wants this night to end. He offers his neck, arching until Cater can taste the pulse drumming there under the skin, wanting something he can't name. He wants to carry the badge of Cater's affection even if no one but them can see it.
More, more, his body urges. The way he moves causes his erection to slide between their stomachs, creating a friction that's so achingly sweet. It's the perfect company to the deeply seeded heat that Idia's penetration causes him. Feeling hot and wild, Cater reacts on instinct to that extended neck, tongue sliding over the skin before he pulls it in between his teeth, sucking and nibbling. His breath is like fire against Idia's cooler skin, and Cater can see the glow around them turning warm with the shift change in Idia's hair.
He wants to tell him he loves him, but in his rapidly glowing pleasure he can't find words--it's too hard to speak, so Cater communicates through his body. He starts to ride him with a more greedy insistence, their pelvises meeting with an audible smack. His fingers dig in deeper, finding Idia's scalp and scouring it, pulling his head back even further.
The teeth and suction on his neck make Idia cry out, his cock throbbing with a strong pulse. He's quickly climbing toward his peak, Cater almost bouncing on him and sending his willpower spiraling away. The fingertips gripping his scalp, tugging on his hair, have him whining for more. Cater could turn his throat into a necklace of bruises and bites and Idia would thank him for it later. It's so different and so much and Idia swears his heart's about to explode. His core burns as he struggles to keep up.
He's going to come and his body needs that release but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want it to end. Stars burst behind his eyelids as they squeeze shut, his heart banging madly against his ribs. He yanks Cater down by the hips as he slams upward as hard as he can, though he feels the not-quite-painful pull of something in his back and abdomen, a broken scream of "ffffuck!" echoing off the walls. He comes so hard it rattles him like a terrier shaking a rat, his body twitching and spasming with every spurt.
Cater's skin scrape Idia's skin and his mind swims, lost in a flurry of growing ecstasy. His whole body is pressurized and threatening to burst as he rides, each moment feeling more intense than the last as Idia's body reacts to the feeling of him--primal and desperate. He's expecting his boyfriend to blow inside of him, of course, but the ferocity that it happens takes him so off guard he cries out when their bodies are slammed down together. Idia's final, great thrust pushes hard into Cater's prostate and the burst of semen like magma shooting inside of him sends him to the moon.
His own orgasm rocks him as he moans sharply, wanting to push Idia down against that button again and again but his legs shake too hard and he can't, stuck there against his lover's body as their mingling sounds of gratification drive him wild. This time, Cater doesn't collapse, but as his seed stops spilling onto Idia's abdomen he leans in and kisses him everywhere. Small, hot, panting kisses peppered with moans. The salt of Idia's sweat is a perfect chaser to the thrum of his pulse beneath his lips.
Idia has already sagged bonelessly into the mattress by the time he feels those little kisses on his face and neck. He's panting harder than he ever did during PE and every inch of his skin tingles. He almost has a headache from how forcefully he came. Cater's orgasmic cry still rings in his ears. Somehow he finds the energy to crack his eyes open, and what he sees nearly sends him into another climax.
Cater looks wrecked. Flushed face, skin gleaming, and an inexplicable something in his eyes that Idia's pretty sure translates to "well-fucked." Those little moans send waves of lazy shivers through the Housewarden. They'd definitely gone a little wild, not at all what Idia had expected. But as different as it was from their earlier tryst, the pleasure proved just as intense. Cater had promised not to do anything by halves, and by the Seven he'd kept his word. Whatever remained of Idia's virginity had been undeniably smashed and booted into the afterlife.
When Cater glances up and catches Idia's gaze, he can't look away. Lowering himself carefully down, intent not to let Idia fall out from inside of him, their hammering hearts beat against one another. "I completely adore you," he murmurs on a breath, unable to tear his gaze away from his boyfriend's beautiful, impassioned face.
"Cater...," he rasps, eyes watery. In that one word, that whispered name, Idia manages to fix the full depths of his feelings. It's "I love you" and "I want you" and "you're incredible" and so many other expressions of affection all rolled into one. He guides Cater down further so they're forehead to forehead, his hands cradling either side of his boyfriend's face. "My Cater...."
How in the Underworld is he going to be able to let Cater go back to Heartslabyul in the morning?
There's something just so indescribably wonderful about being called his that Cater's soft smile breaks out into a wide, enamored grin. With a slight, airy laugh he feels his eyes water with emotion. Already so close, he presses their noses together and then their lips. "My Idia," he says in return, voice hardly more than a whisper. He puts his hands over Idia's, threading his fingers between those longer, paler ones.
He's so happy it's almost painful, and he can't stop himself from crying even as his smile stretches wider. It feels like every day he's learning what happiness really feels like, and it's so much brighter and bigger than he ever imagined it could be. There's nothing shallow or hollow or fake about it. After so many years of self-isolation, hiding his heart, pretending to be someone he wasn't, it's almost unbearable to be so whole, like his chest could burst from the intensity of it. Like the sudden vanishing of it all would leave that widened space in him a cavern so vast he'd drown in the emptiness. But still he's glad for it, wants to experience it every day, forever.
There's no way Idia can stop himself from crying now that Cater is openly doing the same. Tears roll down his face as he laughs softly, pure happiness spilling from his overflowing heart. He's never felt like this, like he's swimming in light and warmth, not even before the tragedy of his childhood. This is what it means to truly love someone. He'll never shrug it off as a simple chemical effect again.
"I love you so much... thank you for everything you've given me." He's become kinder, softer in Cater's love. He's been transformed.
How will they hide this from the rest of the school? Idia thinks he might never stop smiling, and wouldn't that be bizarre for everyone else?
"I feel like I should be thanking you," he replies, voice hitching as he snuggles in against Idia. "Every day I was so unhappy, and acting like I wasn't was so exhausting. Every night I'd fall in bed and wish more and more that I just wouldn't wake up."
But he always did, and now he's so grateful.
"Even before we had this, the times I could see your face in person made me encouraged to keep trying. Without realizing it, you were still helping me. I would think...if Idia can still do his best, so can I." And here they were. "It feels like all of that was a lifetime ago."
He helped Cater keep going? Gloomy, introverted Idia was the one motivating Cater to get out of bed in the morning? Never could he imagine being someone else’s strength, but here they are. Idia gives a shaky sigh, shifting to wrap his arms around his boyfriend for a hug.
“I’m so glad I came back from my Overblot. If I hadn’t, even if they’d stopped me….” It scares him to think what might’ve happened to Cater if he’d died down at the Underworld Gate, if the others returned without him. Without the Lethe River, the memory of Idia would remain after he was gone, and then…. Beneath Cater, Idia trembles at the thought.
Sensing the direction that the emotional confession is leading them down, Cater takes Idia by the face, stroking those wet cheeks with his thumbs. "Shh," he coos. "It doesn't matter what could have happened--because it didn't happen."
He doesn't want to think about it either: not having Idia, how differently and miserably he'd be going through the motions without him, but more than that a world without Idia. A world like that is too terrible for him to comprehend. "You came back from it and we found each other, so there's no chance we're getting lost again."
"You're right," Idia whispers. "You're right, I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to let the malware start up again when we're supposed to be happy."
He knows he's a work in progress, but it sucks to deal with his own brain at moments like these. Right now he wants to cuddle, but once again they're a complete mess and Cater's position is going to be hell on his back soon. From how tired he feels, they're probably done for a while, if not for the night. He sort of wishes he had a big soaking tub now so they could cuddle and get clean at the same time, though falling asleep in that would cause a bunch of other issues.
"Thank you for loving me even though I'm a complete dumpster fire." The words might be self-deprecating humor, but Idia says them with complete seriousness. How many stars had to align for the two of them to end up together?
"No, no, it's okay." Cater chuckles softly, leaning in to kiss him sweetly before taking him by the arm and shifting so they can lay beside each other instead. "I can't help thinking about it, too--you aren't soiling anything."
Taking one of Idia's hands, he brings it up to his lips, kissing each fingertip. "I just want you to know that everything's okay now. And I guess...I want myself to know that, too."
The kisses bring a soft smile to Idia's face, easing away much of his anxiety for the moment. "We both have to get used to being happy. It'll take time and we'll fail the mission sometimes, but we're trying."
His free hand runs through Cater's bangs, letting the soft copper waves drift between his fingers. Touching his boyfriend helps to cement in his mind that this is all real, that he didn't just have the wildest H-scenario dream of his life.
Seeing Idia relax, Cater smiles more widely again. "Mm, that's right. And as long as we're trying, we're winning." He gives a quick V as Idia plays with his hair, his eyes closing peacefully at the sensation. Taking a deep breath, he lets it out slowly, content. It's so easy to forget all of his troubles when they're together like this, when his whole body feels like it's singing. "Every day, together with you, I'm going to keep trying."
Idia hums, letting Cater's contentment wash over him as well. With his hair mostly back to blue, the light cast over them is like an early evening glow, soothing and quiet. His playlist continues in the background, Idia's lips silently shaping the words of the current song's lyrics, one about a love that defies fate but remains humble. As he relaxes and forgets himself he starts to sing along in that low, throaty voice of his. He'd sound a bit strange singing bubbly pop, but a love ballad? He... actually has a lovely voice for slow songs.
It's the first time he's hearing Idia sing and Cater can't stop smiling. He stays quiet as he listens, that low rumble a wonderful lullaby that he doesn't want to miss a single note of. After such exertion, though, he can't stop himself from drifting off, so incredibly at peace. Eyes closing of their own volition, Cater's consciousness ebbs to the sound of his boyfriend, his lover's serenade, and he's still smiling even as the heaviness of his body gives him away.
Idia manages not to fall asleep right away, though he's so tired from everything this night has been. The end of the song eventually trails off and with it Idia's singing, so he buries his face in Cater's hair and holds his boyfriend close. "I love you," he murmurs, letting sleep finally take him. He'll rest well the entire night, without the torment of nightmares. Dealing with the ache of parting in the morning will come later, but for now they're together.
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But damn if he doesn't want to move, too, to rub and hit on his sweet spot until he could pass out. To start, though, Cater leans over him and goes in for a hot-breathed kiss, his body moving just slightly up Idia's shaft as he does. "I want to drink in all of you," he murmurs as the kiss breaks before going in for a second.
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Having a much more established core, he starts to move in a slow but much more steady rhythm. There's still a bit of resistance even with the lube, but that only makes the whole thing feel better. Cater whines into Idia's mouth, and it's hard to breathe right when he's focusing on their joined bodies. He has to break it, pressing his forehead into Idia's jawline, lips pressed into that long, pale neck.
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This is unreal! For Cater to make love to him so gently and now reverse their positions in this slow but reckless ride has to be a dream. It simply feels too good to be reality, reality is supposed to hurt. But Cater rolls his body above him, squeezes him, kisses his neck and whimpers in ecstasy that Idia is giving him. It's real and Idia really never wants this night to end. He offers his neck, arching until Cater can taste the pulse drumming there under the skin, wanting something he can't name. He wants to carry the badge of Cater's affection even if no one but them can see it.
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He wants to tell him he loves him, but in his rapidly glowing pleasure he can't find words--it's too hard to speak, so Cater communicates through his body. He starts to ride him with a more greedy insistence, their pelvises meeting with an audible smack. His fingers dig in deeper, finding Idia's scalp and scouring it, pulling his head back even further.
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He's going to come and his body needs that release but he doesn't want to, he doesn't want it to end. Stars burst behind his eyelids as they squeeze shut, his heart banging madly against his ribs. He yanks Cater down by the hips as he slams upward as hard as he can, though he feels the not-quite-painful pull of something in his back and abdomen, a broken scream of "ffffuck!" echoing off the walls. He comes so hard it rattles him like a terrier shaking a rat, his body twitching and spasming with every spurt.
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His own orgasm rocks him as he moans sharply, wanting to push Idia down against that button again and again but his legs shake too hard and he can't, stuck there against his lover's body as their mingling sounds of gratification drive him wild. This time, Cater doesn't collapse, but as his seed stops spilling onto Idia's abdomen he leans in and kisses him everywhere. Small, hot, panting kisses peppered with moans. The salt of Idia's sweat is a perfect chaser to the thrum of his pulse beneath his lips.
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Cater looks wrecked. Flushed face, skin gleaming, and an inexplicable something in his eyes that Idia's pretty sure translates to "well-fucked." Those little moans send waves of lazy shivers through the Housewarden. They'd definitely gone a little wild, not at all what Idia had expected. But as different as it was from their earlier tryst, the pleasure proved just as intense. Cater had promised not to do anything by halves, and by the Seven he'd kept his word. Whatever remained of Idia's virginity had been undeniably smashed and booted into the afterlife.
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How in the Underworld is he going to be able to let Cater go back to Heartslabyul in the morning?
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He's so happy it's almost painful, and he can't stop himself from crying even as his smile stretches wider. It feels like every day he's learning what happiness really feels like, and it's so much brighter and bigger than he ever imagined it could be. There's nothing shallow or hollow or fake about it. After so many years of self-isolation, hiding his heart, pretending to be someone he wasn't, it's almost unbearable to be so whole, like his chest could burst from the intensity of it. Like the sudden vanishing of it all would leave that widened space in him a cavern so vast he'd drown in the emptiness. But still he's glad for it, wants to experience it every day, forever.
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"I love you so much... thank you for everything you've given me." He's become kinder, softer in Cater's love. He's been transformed.
How will they hide this from the rest of the school? Idia thinks he might never stop smiling, and wouldn't that be bizarre for everyone else?
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But he always did, and now he's so grateful.
"Even before we had this, the times I could see your face in person made me encouraged to keep trying. Without realizing it, you were still helping me. I would think...if Idia can still do his best, so can I." And here they were. "It feels like all of that was a lifetime ago."
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“I’m so glad I came back from my Overblot. If I hadn’t, even if they’d stopped me….” It scares him to think what might’ve happened to Cater if he’d died down at the Underworld Gate, if the others returned without him. Without the Lethe River, the memory of Idia would remain after he was gone, and then…. Beneath Cater, Idia trembles at the thought.
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He doesn't want to think about it either: not having Idia, how differently and miserably he'd be going through the motions without him, but more than that a world without Idia. A world like that is too terrible for him to comprehend. "You came back from it and we found each other, so there's no chance we're getting lost again."
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He knows he's a work in progress, but it sucks to deal with his own brain at moments like these. Right now he wants to cuddle, but once again they're a complete mess and Cater's position is going to be hell on his back soon. From how tired he feels, they're probably done for a while, if not for the night. He sort of wishes he had a big soaking tub now so they could cuddle and get clean at the same time, though falling asleep in that would cause a bunch of other issues.
"Thank you for loving me even though I'm a complete dumpster fire." The words might be self-deprecating humor, but Idia says them with complete seriousness. How many stars had to align for the two of them to end up together?
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Taking one of Idia's hands, he brings it up to his lips, kissing each fingertip. "I just want you to know that everything's okay now. And I guess...I want myself to know that, too."
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His free hand runs through Cater's bangs, letting the soft copper waves drift between his fingers. Touching his boyfriend helps to cement in his mind that this is all real, that he didn't just have the wildest H-scenario dream of his life.
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