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."
Idia rolls his eyes, though his smile is warmly fond. The last traces of pink and red in his hair fade back to blue as he gives Cater a light, playful shove. “You’d better be ready for me. I’m gonna work my way along you like a skill tree. Now scram so I can finish up, we can’t leave at the same time just in case anyway.”
Cater isn’t the only one in a great mood. Idia might actually have the social recharge now to tolerate another full in-person class... even if he’ll spend most of it daydreaming about sex with his boyfriend.
Climb him like a skill tree?! Cater's smiling even wider as he assents to the command, ducking out of the stall so Idia can have his privacy. "That better be a promise, Flambae!"
Once he's washed his hands and made sure he doesn't look frazzled, Cater leaves the bathroom to head off. He's thinking he should have time to grab something from a vending machine on the way to class, and not thinking about how much his face is going to hurt from smiling so much.
Idia does what he needs to do as quickly as he can, careful not to leave any evidence where it could be found later. Ugh, being neat is a hassle, how do super-meticulous types do this 24/7? It must be exhausting. Definitely using condoms next time, save the bareback for their room.
… “their” room? Oh. Oh, he’s started thinking of his dorm as theirs, even though Cater is Heartslabyul. The thought stops him in his tracks as he’s exiting the stall. His heart feels so warm and buoyant. Shaking himself loose from the mushiness, he washes his hands and tries to ignore his grin in the mirror. He’s still smiling as he exits the room and heads back toward class. He’s got a snack in his hoodie pocket, he’ll nibble on the way.
Class is about as drawn out as ever when you'd rather be somewhere else. Cater doesn't trust himself to sit next to Idia after the rendezvous they had during the break--he knows he'll be way too obvious.
There is a moment, however, where he can't help watching Idia. Half the class is barely conscious, and he knows that the typical classmate might see him and assume he's staring off into space, maybe thinking about his next Magicam update. He waits until Idia catches his eyes, and gives him a slow blink--a secret message only he'll understand.
Idia's eyes widen slightly at the slow blink before the tiniest grin finds his lips. He returns the slow blink with his heart fluttering. A cat kiss, Cater sent him a cat kiss! How much more adorable can his boyfriend get? It takes admirable self-control not to break into giggles in the middle of class, and Idia's grateful he can hide his smile with his hood and his hair.
He's going to absolutely jump Cater's bones the second they get back to Ignihyde. He's not sure he'll be able to wait until they get back to his room if Cater keeps on being so sweet!
By the end of the day, Idia's going to regret falling for an incorrigible tease. For all his whining that he wanted to blow off the rest of the day to go do a different kind of blowing, Cater has fully committed to the anticipation angle. When the final bell tolls for the day, the ginger takes his sweet time collecting his notes, stretching at his desk.
"Maybe I'll stop by the courtyard," he muses out loud, to absolutely no one in particular. "Take some photos while there's still some sunshine left in the day."
He can't help but glance over in Idia's direction. Is he still in his seat? Did he rush out into the hallway? Cater's hoping he can really drive his boyfriend to madness--see how long Idia can manage to keep his hands to himself.
Idia actually is still in his seat, calmly packing his tablet and other gear. He doesn’t look up when Cater talks, his head down enough for his hood and hair to conceal much of his face. He slings his bag over his shoulder and stands up, making his way to the door with deliberate casualness. As he passes Cater, he glances up just enough for the ginger to see his manic, almost feral grin. That smile? Means trouble.
Without a word, Idia sweeps out of the room, his long stride eating up the distance even without running.
So unfair! How can Idia be so good at driving him crazy when he's over here, like, a professional tease?!
I hate to see you go but love to watch you leave. :P ;) <3
He has to send that much once Idia's out of sight, he can't help himself. And what's more, is he was totally going to drag this out for way, way longer, but as he stops to talk with a few random classmates along the hall, Cater keeps checking his phone to see if Idia's been texting him.
Before it's been all that much time he's making his way to Ignihyde, pouting playfully as he reaches Idia's door and peeks his head inside.
By the time Cater gets to his room, Idia has changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants: full Comfy Mode. He looks back over his shoulder from his gaming chair, smirking. “Always. But it’s fun making you wonder what’s waiting for you.”
He finally turns his chair around, and there’s a glossy black paperboard box cradled between his hands on his lap, about the size of a brick. “Think you deserve the contents of a premium lootbox? Maybe the side mission in the bathroom was enough to earn this?”
Cater's all gearing up to be a total brat when Idia reveals his secret. "Flambae! You didn't have to go to all the trouble of putting your dick in a box for me!"
He's kidding, of course. He knows that Idia would (probably) not do that, even for a meme. Even through the joke, though, the surprise is genuine, and Cater closes the door behind him. "Seriously, though, you didn't have to get me anything. What is it?"
Slipping out of his shoes and his blazer, Cater approaches.
Idia snickers but his eyes are soft and warm with affection. He holds out the box with both hands. “I didn’t get you anything. It’s an Idia Shroud original.”
Well, with the box off Idia’s lap, Cater has an available seat. Idia even makes the invitation obvious: “Cuddle with me while you open it. I wanna hug you for a bit.”
Idia didn't even have to ask--though Cater always loves hearing the sentiment, regardless. He's barely got the box in his hands before he's swiveling around into Idia's lap, and there's something so special about cuddling with him in the gaming chair. First thing's first: he tilts his head back so he can steal a kiss. His lips are missing Idia's far too much to focus on anything else.
But once that's taken care of, Cater looks down toward the box. "That's even more special, you know," he teases as he slides the fitted top up to reveal its contents.
Idia’s arms wind around his waist as Cater removes the box lid. Under a sheet of black anti-static foam is a sleek metallic red smartphone. The screen is almost edge to edge, and when the front camera registers Cater’s face that screen lights up with a message: “Good afternoon, Cay-bae.” The message fades out, replaced by a heart that pulses once before also fading into a loaded Home screen.
“You’re holding one of only two of the most advanced smartphones in the world. Do you like it?”
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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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Cater isn’t the only one in a great mood. Idia might actually have the social recharge now to tolerate another full in-person class... even if he’ll spend most of it daydreaming about sex with his boyfriend.
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Once he's washed his hands and made sure he doesn't look frazzled, Cater leaves the bathroom to head off. He's thinking he should have time to grab something from a vending machine on the way to class, and not thinking about how much his face is going to hurt from smiling so much.
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… “their” room? Oh. Oh, he’s started thinking of his dorm as theirs, even though Cater is Heartslabyul. The thought stops him in his tracks as he’s exiting the stall. His heart feels so warm and buoyant. Shaking himself loose from the mushiness, he washes his hands and tries to ignore his grin in the mirror. He’s still smiling as he exits the room and heads back toward class. He’s got a snack in his hoodie pocket, he’ll nibble on the way.
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There is a moment, however, where he can't help watching Idia. Half the class is barely conscious, and he knows that the typical classmate might see him and assume he's staring off into space, maybe thinking about his next Magicam update. He waits until Idia catches his eyes, and gives him a slow blink--a secret message only he'll understand.
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He's going to absolutely jump Cater's bones the second they get back to Ignihyde. He's not sure he'll be able to wait until they get back to his room if Cater keeps on being so sweet!
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"Maybe I'll stop by the courtyard," he muses out loud, to absolutely no one in particular. "Take some photos while there's still some sunshine left in the day."
He can't help but glance over in Idia's direction. Is he still in his seat? Did he rush out into the hallway? Cater's hoping he can really drive his boyfriend to madness--see how long Idia can manage to keep his hands to himself.
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Without a word, Idia sweeps out of the room, his long stride eating up the distance even without running.
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I hate to see you go but love to watch you leave. :P ;) <3
He has to send that much once Idia's out of sight, he can't help himself. And what's more, is he was totally going to drag this out for way, way longer, but as he stops to talk with a few random classmates along the hall, Cater keeps checking his phone to see if Idia's been texting him.
Before it's been all that much time he's making his way to Ignihyde, pouting playfully as he reaches Idia's door and peeks his head inside.
"Miss me?"
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He finally turns his chair around, and there’s a glossy black paperboard box cradled between his hands on his lap, about the size of a brick. “Think you deserve the contents of a premium lootbox? Maybe the side mission in the bathroom was enough to earn this?”
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He's kidding, of course. He knows that Idia would (probably) not do that, even for a meme. Even through the joke, though, the surprise is genuine, and Cater closes the door behind him. "Seriously, though, you didn't have to get me anything. What is it?"
Slipping out of his shoes and his blazer, Cater approaches.
"I should've gotten you something, too!"
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Well, with the box off Idia’s lap, Cater has an available seat. Idia even makes the invitation obvious: “Cuddle with me while you open it. I wanna hug you for a bit.”
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But once that's taken care of, Cater looks down toward the box. "That's even more special, you know," he teases as he slides the fitted top up to reveal its contents.
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“You’re holding one of only two of the most advanced smartphones in the world. Do you like it?”
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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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