It certainly takes a couple of days to really come back from the experience of Idia's nightmare. Still, Cater feels all the closer to Idia now, and is happy to recoup with snuggles, frequent texting, and lots of catching up on food and sleep. The tamer atmosphere keeps them grounded, and without anything traumatic or exhausting cropping up to immediately knock them back down, things start to feel normal again.
Well, their new, recent sense of normal, that is.
When Idia's feeling well enough to come to class again, Cater finds himself incredibly distracted. He keeps stealing glances, finding little excuses to reach over and touch his knee or his thigh underneath the desk. Sometimes his glances are a bit more smoldering than he means for them to be. So, when lunch finally rolls around Cater can't reign himself in any longer.
With most of the student body flooding toward the cafeteria to fight over the favored menu items, Cater takes an opportunity to pull Idia into a more secluded hallway the second they're alone, pushing him against the stone wall. "I need you," he tells him plainly, hands at Idia's waistline. "I can't wait any longer."
Not only is Idia well enough to come to class in person, he's trying to show up more often than not. People take notice, tongues wag and rumors fly. Idia at least tries to pretend he's nervous under all the scrutiny, though that's not much of an act. Being near Cater helps. If they sit in the back row, no one can see the hidden touches under the desk, and there's less surprised commentary if Cater just so happens to end up in the very last empty seat next to Idia. Keeping his hood up makes it look like he's trying to avoid Cater's attention, but in reality it's simply good for concealing the pink tips in his hair or the traces of a smile on his lips. He even gives his boyfriend a few intense looks when the teachers have their backs turned.
So maybe it's no wonder when Cater pins him to the hallway wall, hands at his waist and eyes smoldering with need. There's not enough time to return to Idia's dorm room if they want to do anything together. The hall is secluded but not quite enough, and Idia's gaze darts briefly to a nearby lavatory. Hardly anyone comes down this hallway at this time and that bathroom is usually empty (Idia knows since he's used it more than once as a panic attack recovery room), so does that mean...?
There's fear of getting caught, but also a strange thrill that reminds him of the seconds before he boots up a new invention for the first time. His hands settle on Cater's chest, a small but wicked grin finding his lips. "Stealth mission, the WC to our left. Think we can avoid detection and get full EXP?"
Cater wasn't expecting Idia to be quite so ready to go along with the idea of sneaking in a sexual encounter during the break, but his eyes gleam with excitement at the surprise. "I told you I was dual-classing as a rogue, didn't I?"
Barely able to keep himself from giggling, he pulls Idia eagerly along with him into the bathroom. As soon as it's for certain that the coast is clear, he's pulling Idia down by the neck to lock their lips together. It's been too long since they've kissed like this, with greedy passion. The soft sweetness of the past few days have been necessary and not at all unwanted, but Cater's itch needs exactly this kind of scratching.
Their height difference makes it a little clumsy, but he steers Idia toward one of the stalls without breaking their kiss, grinning as his skin grows hotter.
Idia would be lying if he said he had no idea why he was going along with something so reckless. He knows they need this, just as much as they needed the gentle calm of the last few days. They've bonded over mutual affection, over painful understanding, and over intense passion.
To the back... the further back they go, the better. They work their way to the last stall, Idia's hand and Cater's hip both bumping the door open as they stumble inside still lip-locked. The Housewarden blindly feels along the door and slams the lock home for a last bit of security before his tongue licks into Cater's mouth hungrily. Even if they don't progress beyond heavy kissing and touching, it's so satisfying Idia doesn't care.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. Cater sighs a small moan of pleasured delight as he meets Idia's tongue with his own, sliding and curling against the other. In his own haste, he cuts himself slightly on one of Idia's sharp teeth but doesn't even seem to notice even as the metallic tang tints their kiss.
If anything, it adds fuel to his fire. He pulls hard at Idia's hoodie, slamming them into the side of the stall. If anyone walks in he knows they'll have to be quiet, but that isn't enough of a worry yet for him to show such caution. It's not like a full week has even passed since they last tangled like this but Cater feels like he's been suffering from an extended drought. He needs this taste, these sounds. When it's Idia against him, it's all irresistible.
It isn't ideal to have to rush, but the excitement of the new, risky scenario at least makes up for that much. Cater's hands slide down and then up again when they reach the bottom of his outer layers, finding the skin trapped underneath and running over it. He touches Idia like he's trying to re-memorize the shape of him all over again.
Being bodily shoved against the wall pulls a quiet groan from Idia, Cater's warm fingers finding his bare skin sending a shiver of need through him. In answer, Idia tugs the hem of his boyfriend's dress shirt free of his pants, then starts undoing buttons from the bottom up. He can taste the faintest hint of blood in their kiss, knowing it's from his damned teeth cutting something, but it's not that bad so he tries his best to bury the flickers of anxiety.
He doesn't want to stop. No, he wants to know how they're doing this, the thrill of the new and unfamiliar bringing curiosity rather than fear. They could get in so much trouble, blow their secret relationship wide open for the whole school to know, but all Idia can think of is feeling Cater's hands on him, Cater moving inside him, Cater panting in his ear while they both struggle to stay quiet.
How is it that he can't kiss enough of Idia as fast as he wants despite how they're already hurrying? Those dexterous, slender fingers opening the buttons of his shirt sends happy shivers across his skin and he can feel himself stiffening already inside of his trousers. Cater nips at Idia's lower lip as he finds and pinches both of his sensitive nipples, knowing what kind of effect it'll have.
They should probably keep some of their clothes on for convenience sake, but all Cater wants to do is rip everything off of Idia and bend him over. He keeps as much self-control as he can, his eyes flickering up into the other boy's to watch how his expression distorts.
Idia sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes fogging over when Cater pinches his nipples. The lust in his gaze burns right through the other boy. I want you and only you, that look growls at him. Cater's shirt finally falls open under Idia's fingers, which move to his belt instead. A quick effort undoes it, followed by the pull of a zipper, and he delves into his boyfriend's underwear to palm his cock. Pink and red gradually overtake the blue of his hair.
"Do whatever you want to me," he rasps softly. "I'm all yours."
Cater sucks in a breath when Idia's hand takes hold of his erection so boldly. Between that and the look on his face, the sound of his words--the words! How could he possibly get any hornier? He feels wild, a bit unhinged in his desires. "I don't have nearly enough time for that," he bemoans in a low, sultry tone.
Eyes scouring down to admire his boyfriend's fingers around his member for a few seconds, he makes his decision. "Hands on the wall behind the toilet. Bend over with your legs spread."
This is so dirty and wild and risky but Idia loves Cater and his body is practically vibrating with the need to feel his boyfriend fucking him. He undoes his pants and inches them down to mid-thigh before he complies with the order. Already his breathing is quickening in anticipation. He wishes they could go face to face so they can kiss but there’s something about being bent over and taken from behind like a hellhound in heat.
“Hurry,” he whines, cock twitching between his legs. Hopefully he won’t bite his lip bloody, but it’s that or risk screaming his brains out when he eventually comes.
Damn, the image of Idia like that...he'd stop to take a picture if he wasn't way too turned on to let himself pause. That whispered beg, the steady reddening of his hair...Cater wishes he could savor all of it. In this situation, though, that's not an option. The most they can do is live in the moment, so that's just what Cater does.
It's not like he'd been planning this out in advance, or anything, but for the sake of wanting to always be ready in the spur of the moment, it's fortunate Cater's kept a small bottle of lube in one of his inner coat pockets. It's easy to mistake for hand sanitizer, so he's never had any worry about anyone questioning it. Hurrying for his own sake as much as Idia's, he applies a healthy amount to his erection with one hand while the other pulls his own pants and underwear down farther to keep them from getting messy.
Once he's ready, already breathing a little hard, Cater situates his feet inside of Idia's and lines himself up with one hand, the other grazing his boyfriend's behind before grasping his waist. Pushing in, pleasure blasts through him at the sinful squeeze of Idia's insides wrapped around him. By the time he's all the way inside, he's leaning over to rest his head on Idia's shoulder, his hands scouring up his body beneath his clothes.
"Hngh...!" Idia bites his lip hard to hold back a shriek of pleasure, his fingers curling against the tiles. His entire body shudders at the sudden intrusion, stinging slightly but oh so very good. As much as he loves foreplay, this hasty coupling has his heart hammering a perfect rhythm for a quick fuck. Carefully pulling away a bit, he suddenly shoves his ass against Cater and oh he thinks his eyes just rolled to the back of his head with how the sensation rattles all the way up his spine. One hand comes off the wall, covering Cater's and guiding it to his twitching length, their joined fingers curling into a tunnel Idia can thrust into when Cater starts to move.
He's already moaning in the back of his throat and they've barely started. How many rules are they breaking? Gods, can he even bring himself to care? The Great Seven could march in right now and tell him to stop, and he'd probably tell them all to GTFO. He would gladly skip lunch every day to do this.
As if Idia had known exactly what Cater wanted to do next, he guided their hands toward his own shaft--there's something even better about doing this with their hands joined, and Cater muffles his own moan into Idia's hoodie when their bodies slam together. There's no way he can keep himself from railing his boyfriend now, and immediately he begins to build them up into a needy, deep-hitting rhythm.
He feels hot all over, his position making it a little easier for him to keep quiet than it would be for Idia, but even as he restrains the noises he's making he still keeps his lips close to Idia's ear. He wants to hear him and be heard, the sounds and how they're both straining against themselves building up the heat between them even further.
Yeah, Cater can see how this would get addicting. Knowing that the door to the bathroom could swing open any second...how could you not want to test your limits? As Cater imagines this, he slams into Idia with an exceptional thrust, the fingers around his cock squeezing just a bit more.
Idia can’t help crying out when Cater slams into his prostate, only muffling the sound halfway through by pressing his mouth into the arm braced on the wall. The position jams one earpiece of his headphones into the side of his neck, the other half still free enough to bounce with every thrust. The traces of lube on Cater’s fingers ease the slide of their linked hands over Idia’s erection. He’s already starting to drip pre-cum, his nails scraping the tiles each time he twitches in their grip.
He’s stopped listening for the sound of the door opening. He couldn’t care less as long as they both finish. His rhythm might be a bit clumsy, hips pushing back into their thrusts as their hands move, but together it’s all perfect. His hair envelops Cater in a soft red glow, wisps of it like the memory of silk threads against the ginger’s face.
Of course, Cater doesn't really want them to get caught, but the way Idia sounds is so unbelievable--those sounds of pure pleasure that he can't contain. Nobody would ever expect who it was coming from, and the thought that someone would hear it and wonder just who it is getting his brains fucked out makes Cater even hotter.
There's nothing graceful about their coupling but the friction is too good for any of that to matter. The hand Cater doesn't have around Idia's shaft travels all the way up his chest to wrap carefully around his slender neck, holding on without constricting his airflow.
"I'm not going to last long," he admits into Idia's ear in strained puffs. "You feel too amazing."
With the inherent eroticism of the situation, his unbottled need, Cater hasn't been able to help but go all out from the start.
The grip on his neck, though light, has Idia whimpering. It might induce panic if not for his brain swimming in dopamine. He untangles his fingers from Cater’s and pulls that hand down to his chest instead, shaking his head once. No harm, no foul, and he rewards his boyfriend by clenching around him.
Of course that’s as much for his benefit, too. Tightening up sends a shot of hot urgency through his body, his legs shaking. Muffling more loud whines in the sleeve of his hoodie, Idia drives himself back again and again, the slick sounds of lubed flesh filling the stall. He wants Cater to come first but he can’t hold on with this fast, deep-hitting pace. His eyes squeeze shut as he grabs onto the hand around his cock again, jerking with each hit to his sweet spot. It takes everything he has left not to bite into his hoodie and leave damning holes in the fabric. His voice cracks in a muffled shriek as he climaxes, locking up around Cater at the same time he erupts over their joined hands.
When Idia repositions his hand, Cater kisses his neck, assenting though his gaze of approaching ecstasy as best he can. His hand squeezes against his boyfriend’s chest, and he does what he can to keep his pace steady. But Idia’s own energy compounds with his own and it leaves him groaning and helpless to his needs. The sounds, the sensations, the heat of their joined bodies…
Idia climaxes and Cater isn’t far behind, his hips giving a final, instinctive jerk as he presses hard into the other boy. He leans in from his face all the way to his shaking knees. As they still against each other outside of their hard breathing, the hand around Idia’s throbbing cock gives a few more slow strokes, toying gently at the oversensitive organ to encourage out every last drop.
Even that gentle touch on his overstimulated length leaves Idia shaking, a thin whine pouring from his mouth into the fabric over his arm. It almost aches, deliciously sensitive and making him squeeze again and again around Cater to milk him dry.
When his hole finally stops spasming, it takes all of Idia’s remaining will to not collapse to the floor. There’s hardly any room and the toilet and floor in front of him are a mess, but thankfully his clothes have been spared. They can’t stay joined like this, not like they do in his room, but the idea of feeling his boyfriend pulling out only makes him want more the second they’re back in Idia’s dorm.
Idia lifts his face from his arm, glancing back over his shoulder at Cater. “I love you so much,” he rasps quietly, eyes bright with naked affection.
Cater lets go of Idia's cock as they start to come down from that peak, careful not to touch anything with that hand until it's wiped off. As always, it's those eyes that get him. A smile full of affection erupts across his pleasured face. "I love you so much," he counters before leaning in and kissing him, wanting to stay and do nothing else but kiss him more and more.
But it's hard to do that in their position, so he reluctantly eases off of Idia's back. "Ahhh," he whines, "I wish we could just fast forward to later. I don't want to be around anyone else. I just want you."
Idia giggles, those sharp teeth flashing. To anyone else it would be creepy, but the warmth in his eyes that he only shows two people in the whole world, it’s endearing. “You tried to convert me into an extrovert but I’ve brought you over to the introvert side. Don’t worry, though, we have better snacks.”
Ugh, he’s really not looking forward to separating. As his mind clears, he realizes Cater came inside him and it’s going to be tricky to keep that from turning into a mess. If only they could teleport to his room while still together. His smirk becomes a sigh. “Guess we need to hurry and get cleaned up. I really don’t want anybody coming to look for us if we miss the start of the next class.”
Cater snorts, reaching for the toilet paper so they can start wiping off. "As long as you have some spicy snacks to go with the sweet ones," he teases with a grin as he cleans off his hand to start. Seven above, he loves Idia's giggle. It's so weird and unique and perfectly him. Everything about his boyfriend is so special and unlike everyone else out there--he can't get enough of it.
"You know, I could just send a split card out and you could switch in your tablet...no one would ever know the difference." He winks, laughing. "I don't know which one of us is the worse influence."
It's just playful, of course. He's more than aware that they've been nothing but good influences on each other. There's no way to ignore how much happier they've both been, and how much more genuinely capable of taking on the day.
“Always, especially with you around all the time.” Idia always kept spicy snacks for the rare occasions he wanted them, but now about half his stash is just for Cater. It’s one way he can show his love. Begging Cater to bang him stupid is another. Smiling, he starts to wipe himself down. He’ll wait for Cater to pull out before he worries about doing too thorough a job.
Hmm, his boyfriend’s suggestion is tempting. If they do that, will it mean backsliding into introvert habits. But they’re in honeymoon phase and it’s so tempting. “We should be (ugh) socially responsible. Maybe waiting will make stage two of this quest even better.”
"Maybe I'm rubbing off on you more than you think," Cater teases. Still, he has to admit he's disappointed. Going to class after this? Horrible! The suggestion that follows stops him from groaning too badly about it, at least, his smile widening as he finishes cleaning off his hands and carefully eases out of Idia, doing his best not to spread the mess any farther. "Think of some ideas, yeah? I know I'll be fantasizing about you. It'll be, like, totally impossible to focus on class."
Grabbing more paper, he offers some to Idia. He'll take care of the mess on the toilet since Idia's going to have to take care of the mess that Cater left inside of him. It's really only fair.
Idia accepts the paper and cleans up as best he can. He’ll need a bit of privacy to do more. What are those things people use for… oh, condoms. Right. Probably should carry those if this isn’t an isolated incident. Seven, he hopes not. That was as thrilling as a bonus boss fight.
“Stop tempting me to shove my tablet into your split card’s hands and send them both out there. We’d still have to sneak back to my dorm.” Why is his boyfriend such a tempting snack? Forget that, he’s a freaking banquet!
Idia's retort sends Cater into a sea of giggles as he gets his pants back up and works on buttoning his top. "I'm not trying to! I can't help being so irresistible you can't keep your hands off me!"
He knows full well he's the one who initiated this whole thing, but that's neither here nor there. Right now, he's just in a great mood. "I'm just saying that you better be ready for me after class."
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Well, their new, recent sense of normal, that is.
When Idia's feeling well enough to come to class again, Cater finds himself incredibly distracted. He keeps stealing glances, finding little excuses to reach over and touch his knee or his thigh underneath the desk. Sometimes his glances are a bit more smoldering than he means for them to be. So, when lunch finally rolls around Cater can't reign himself in any longer.
With most of the student body flooding toward the cafeteria to fight over the favored menu items, Cater takes an opportunity to pull Idia into a more secluded hallway the second they're alone, pushing him against the stone wall. "I need you," he tells him plainly, hands at Idia's waistline. "I can't wait any longer."
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So maybe it's no wonder when Cater pins him to the hallway wall, hands at his waist and eyes smoldering with need. There's not enough time to return to Idia's dorm room if they want to do anything together. The hall is secluded but not quite enough, and Idia's gaze darts briefly to a nearby lavatory. Hardly anyone comes down this hallway at this time and that bathroom is usually empty (Idia knows since he's used it more than once as a panic attack recovery room), so does that mean...?
There's fear of getting caught, but also a strange thrill that reminds him of the seconds before he boots up a new invention for the first time. His hands settle on Cater's chest, a small but wicked grin finding his lips. "Stealth mission, the WC to our left. Think we can avoid detection and get full EXP?"
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Barely able to keep himself from giggling, he pulls Idia eagerly along with him into the bathroom. As soon as it's for certain that the coast is clear, he's pulling Idia down by the neck to lock their lips together. It's been too long since they've kissed like this, with greedy passion. The soft sweetness of the past few days have been necessary and not at all unwanted, but Cater's itch needs exactly this kind of scratching.
Their height difference makes it a little clumsy, but he steers Idia toward one of the stalls without breaking their kiss, grinning as his skin grows hotter.
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To the back... the further back they go, the better. They work their way to the last stall, Idia's hand and Cater's hip both bumping the door open as they stumble inside still lip-locked. The Housewarden blindly feels along the door and slams the lock home for a last bit of security before his tongue licks into Cater's mouth hungrily. Even if they don't progress beyond heavy kissing and touching, it's so satisfying Idia doesn't care.
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If anything, it adds fuel to his fire. He pulls hard at Idia's hoodie, slamming them into the side of the stall. If anyone walks in he knows they'll have to be quiet, but that isn't enough of a worry yet for him to show such caution. It's not like a full week has even passed since they last tangled like this but Cater feels like he's been suffering from an extended drought. He needs this taste, these sounds. When it's Idia against him, it's all irresistible.
It isn't ideal to have to rush, but the excitement of the new, risky scenario at least makes up for that much. Cater's hands slide down and then up again when they reach the bottom of his outer layers, finding the skin trapped underneath and running over it. He touches Idia like he's trying to re-memorize the shape of him all over again.
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He doesn't want to stop. No, he wants to know how they're doing this, the thrill of the new and unfamiliar bringing curiosity rather than fear. They could get in so much trouble, blow their secret relationship wide open for the whole school to know, but all Idia can think of is feeling Cater's hands on him, Cater moving inside him, Cater panting in his ear while they both struggle to stay quiet.
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They should probably keep some of their clothes on for convenience sake, but all Cater wants to do is rip everything off of Idia and bend him over. He keeps as much self-control as he can, his eyes flickering up into the other boy's to watch how his expression distorts.
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"Do whatever you want to me," he rasps softly. "I'm all yours."
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Eyes scouring down to admire his boyfriend's fingers around his member for a few seconds, he makes his decision. "Hands on the wall behind the toilet. Bend over with your legs spread."
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“Hurry,” he whines, cock twitching between his legs. Hopefully he won’t bite his lip bloody, but it’s that or risk screaming his brains out when he eventually comes.
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It's not like he'd been planning this out in advance, or anything, but for the sake of wanting to always be ready in the spur of the moment, it's fortunate Cater's kept a small bottle of lube in one of his inner coat pockets. It's easy to mistake for hand sanitizer, so he's never had any worry about anyone questioning it. Hurrying for his own sake as much as Idia's, he applies a healthy amount to his erection with one hand while the other pulls his own pants and underwear down farther to keep them from getting messy.
Once he's ready, already breathing a little hard, Cater situates his feet inside of Idia's and lines himself up with one hand, the other grazing his boyfriend's behind before grasping his waist. Pushing in, pleasure blasts through him at the sinful squeeze of Idia's insides wrapped around him. By the time he's all the way inside, he's leaning over to rest his head on Idia's shoulder, his hands scouring up his body beneath his clothes.
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He's already moaning in the back of his throat and they've barely started. How many rules are they breaking? Gods, can he even bring himself to care? The Great Seven could march in right now and tell him to stop, and he'd probably tell them all to GTFO. He would gladly skip lunch every day to do this.
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He feels hot all over, his position making it a little easier for him to keep quiet than it would be for Idia, but even as he restrains the noises he's making he still keeps his lips close to Idia's ear. He wants to hear him and be heard, the sounds and how they're both straining against themselves building up the heat between them even further.
Yeah, Cater can see how this would get addicting. Knowing that the door to the bathroom could swing open any second...how could you not want to test your limits? As Cater imagines this, he slams into Idia with an exceptional thrust, the fingers around his cock squeezing just a bit more.
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He’s stopped listening for the sound of the door opening. He couldn’t care less as long as they both finish. His rhythm might be a bit clumsy, hips pushing back into their thrusts as their hands move, but together it’s all perfect. His hair envelops Cater in a soft red glow, wisps of it like the memory of silk threads against the ginger’s face.
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There's nothing graceful about their coupling but the friction is too good for any of that to matter. The hand Cater doesn't have around Idia's shaft travels all the way up his chest to wrap carefully around his slender neck, holding on without constricting his airflow.
"I'm not going to last long," he admits into Idia's ear in strained puffs. "You feel too amazing."
With the inherent eroticism of the situation, his unbottled need, Cater hasn't been able to help but go all out from the start.
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Of course that’s as much for his benefit, too. Tightening up sends a shot of hot urgency through his body, his legs shaking. Muffling more loud whines in the sleeve of his hoodie, Idia drives himself back again and again, the slick sounds of lubed flesh filling the stall. He wants Cater to come first but he can’t hold on with this fast, deep-hitting pace. His eyes squeeze shut as he grabs onto the hand around his cock again, jerking with each hit to his sweet spot. It takes everything he has left not to bite into his hoodie and leave damning holes in the fabric. His voice cracks in a muffled shriek as he climaxes, locking up around Cater at the same time he erupts over their joined hands.
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Idia climaxes and Cater isn’t far behind, his hips giving a final, instinctive jerk as he presses hard into the other boy. He leans in from his face all the way to his shaking knees. As they still against each other outside of their hard breathing, the hand around Idia’s throbbing cock gives a few more slow strokes, toying gently at the oversensitive organ to encourage out every last drop.
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When his hole finally stops spasming, it takes all of Idia’s remaining will to not collapse to the floor. There’s hardly any room and the toilet and floor in front of him are a mess, but thankfully his clothes have been spared. They can’t stay joined like this, not like they do in his room, but the idea of feeling his boyfriend pulling out only makes him want more the second they’re back in Idia’s dorm.
Idia lifts his face from his arm, glancing back over his shoulder at Cater. “I love you so much,” he rasps quietly, eyes bright with naked affection.
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But it's hard to do that in their position, so he reluctantly eases off of Idia's back. "Ahhh," he whines, "I wish we could just fast forward to later. I don't want to be around anyone else. I just want you."
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Ugh, he’s really not looking forward to separating. As his mind clears, he realizes Cater came inside him and it’s going to be tricky to keep that from turning into a mess. If only they could teleport to his room while still together. His smirk becomes a sigh. “Guess we need to hurry and get cleaned up. I really don’t want anybody coming to look for us if we miss the start of the next class.”
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"You know, I could just send a split card out and you could switch in your tablet...no one would ever know the difference." He winks, laughing. "I don't know which one of us is the worse influence."
It's just playful, of course. He's more than aware that they've been nothing but good influences on each other. There's no way to ignore how much happier they've both been, and how much more genuinely capable of taking on the day.
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Hmm, his boyfriend’s suggestion is tempting. If they do that, will it mean backsliding into introvert habits. But they’re in honeymoon phase and it’s so tempting. “We should be (ugh) socially responsible. Maybe waiting will make stage two of this quest even better.”
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Grabbing more paper, he offers some to Idia. He'll take care of the mess on the toilet since Idia's going to have to take care of the mess that Cater left inside of him. It's really only fair.
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“Stop tempting me to shove my tablet into your split card’s hands and send them both out there. We’d still have to sneak back to my dorm.” Why is his boyfriend such a tempting snack? Forget that, he’s a freaking banquet!
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He knows full well he's the one who initiated this whole thing, but that's neither here nor there. Right now, he's just in a great mood. "I'm just saying that you better be ready for me after class."
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this is such an aggressive icon but I don't care
He looks like Idia's about to eat him
nom nom nom tasty bf
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