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?”
Staring at the phone in his hand, the most expensive item he's probably ever touched before, Cater can't help but feel flabbergasted. Maybe he should've figured that at some point in time, Idia would build him something, phone or otherwise, but it genuinely never crossed his mind to expect such a thing. He'd never even imagine taking advantage of Idia's gifts for his own gain, and there are so many things that Idia could make that have nothing to do with him, so why would he go out of his way if Cater wasn't asking?
It's shocking to hold this one-of-a-kind item, priceless in more ways than one, and as much as it excites him to play around with it, for now he presses it over his heart. "Idia, I love it--it's amazing! You really, really didn't have to. Are you sure it isn't too much for me to have something like this?"
He looks up at his boyfriend, face shining with glee and with love and unexpected joy. It feels like something that he doesn't really deserve to be given, but there's no way he can hide how happy it makes him to have been given it.
Cater’s happily overwhelmed expression has Idia giggling and hugging his boyfriend tightly. “Duh, it’s not too much. You give gifts when you love somebody, it’s something you’ll use, and it gives you advantages for certain things….”
He pulls the phone away from Cater’s chest while leaving it in the other boy’s hands, tapping at the screen with a finger. His other arm stays wrapped around Cater. “The cameras are top of the line, and you have an entire suite of photo editing apps. There’s three terabytes of storage for now, I can upgrade later if you need it. And the security protocols were programmed by yours truly, so no one’s getting into your phone. You know, in case you wanna take… special pics.”
Did Idia just roundabout offer to pose for dirty pics? Yes, he did.
Cater kicks his legs out in front of them, feeling like a child on Christmas. Except this is so, so much better, because he basically never got anything that mattered to him on Christmas. It feels like a gift that's so much more than he deserves, but having it makes him feel so warm and incredible and he can't help kissing Idia's neck and face over and over in his show of love and thanks.
"Really? You'd let me do that?" It sends a total thrill through him--because he's wanted to so, so badly. And not just for sexy pictures, either. "I want to take so many pictures of you, and of us. Videos, too! I want to document all the memories we make together."
And for once, it isn't because he's afraid that it's all he'll have. That those moments in time are just moments that won't have any ultimate impact on his future. From the seat he's currently in, all he can think about is how they're going to enjoy looking back on these young, goofy days where they were breaking new ground even when it was scariest. How they can smile and laugh together as they relive the sappy beginnings of their love. Cater truly can't imagine a day where he isn't with Idia, where he doesn't love him just as much.
"I'd be nervous about you doing it with your old phone, but this one? The only way the pics would get out is if you shared them on purpose. And I know you wouldn't do that." There's no sarcasm in that last admission, just honest trust. Cater would never humiliate him out of cruelty. "D-- do you want a pic or two now, to test the cameras?"
The idea of Cater seeing him naked doesn't bother him in the slightest, of course. But this is a new thing for him, having that image preserved forever. Their phones might be secure, but there's always that irrational fear of someone seeing things over Cater's shoulder... no, he won't think like that. He trusts his boyfriend, almost more than he trusts himself. There are so many possibilities for their future, both in front of a camera and simply with each other.
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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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It's shocking to hold this one-of-a-kind item, priceless in more ways than one, and as much as it excites him to play around with it, for now he presses it over his heart. "Idia, I love it--it's amazing! You really, really didn't have to. Are you sure it isn't too much for me to have something like this?"
He looks up at his boyfriend, face shining with glee and with love and unexpected joy. It feels like something that he doesn't really deserve to be given, but there's no way he can hide how happy it makes him to have been given it.
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He pulls the phone away from Cater’s chest while leaving it in the other boy’s hands, tapping at the screen with a finger. His other arm stays wrapped around Cater. “The cameras are top of the line, and you have an entire suite of photo editing apps. There’s three terabytes of storage for now, I can upgrade later if you need it. And the security protocols were programmed by yours truly, so no one’s getting into your phone. You know, in case you wanna take… special pics.”
Did Idia just roundabout offer to pose for dirty pics? Yes, he did.
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"Really? You'd let me do that?" It sends a total thrill through him--because he's wanted to so, so badly. And not just for sexy pictures, either. "I want to take so many pictures of you, and of us. Videos, too! I want to document all the memories we make together."
And for once, it isn't because he's afraid that it's all he'll have. That those moments in time are just moments that won't have any ultimate impact on his future. From the seat he's currently in, all he can think about is how they're going to enjoy looking back on these young, goofy days where they were breaking new ground even when it was scariest. How they can smile and laugh together as they relive the sappy beginnings of their love. Cater truly can't imagine a day where he isn't with Idia, where he doesn't love him just as much.
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The idea of Cater seeing him naked doesn't bother him in the slightest, of course. But this is a new thing for him, having that image preserved forever. Their phones might be secure, but there's always that irrational fear of someone seeing things over Cater's shoulder... no, he won't think like that. He trusts his boyfriend, almost more than he trusts himself. There are so many possibilities for their future, both in front of a camera and simply with each other.
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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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