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.
For as happy as Cater is with the new phone and how excited he is to start taking pictures as soon as possible, he isn't necessarily expecting Idia to offer to pose for him. So at the question, he shifts a little to be able to look more properly up at his boyfriend's face. "Totally! But only if you want to, okay? We've got all the time in the world to get started."
With his free hand, he reaches up to cup Idia's cheek, pulling him in for another sweet kiss. "You're sexiest of all when you're feeling comfortable."
Idia hums into the kiss, letting it quiet some of the ever-present anxious whirling of his thoughts. Being called sexy still makes him blush, the concept of someone finding him attractive still novel to the shy boy. He knows Cater isn’t simply spouting empty flattery, though. Genuine love is so amazing.
“I want you to have something for when you go back to Heartslabyul. An inaugural gift for the new phone, you could say.” Idia grins sheepishly. “I would’ve tried taking one myself but my selfies are garbage-tier. You’re the shutterbug.”
"Come on, they're not that bad! You just need a bit more practice, which I could totally force you into," he replies teasingly before the hand he has on Idia's cheek squeezes it softly. "Hmmm, I have an idea. How about we take matching pictures for when we're both stuck in separate dorms? I'll take your picture and you take mine?"
It's for their eyes only, anyway, so it doesn't matter if they're not the best quality or the perfect angles. It's all about capturing that memory, being able to look back on it fondly.
Matching pics? That’s an appealing idea. Taking pics of each other is easier than selfies, and Cater looks gorgeous no matter what, so Idia knows he’ll end up with something memorable.
So he nods eagerly, enjoying the warm hand squishing his cheek for a moment before urging Cater off his lap. “I’ll go first. I don’t trust myself not to pounce on you if you flash something too tasty to resist.”
Laughing, Cater bounces up to his feet, winking as he turns back around to pull Idia up by his sleeve. "You still have your proclamation of climbing me like a skill tree to make good on--don't forget!"
If he takes his clothes off and they stay off for the night, Cater isn't going to complain. "So, did you have any artistic vision in mind, or am I setting up the scene?"
“I’m pretty sure the clothes aren’t going back on tonight,” Idia chuckles, letting himself be tugged up to his feet. “You’re gonna have to get coverage or do the run of no-shame-only-Riddle-fear in the morning.”
They should start slow, maybe a few shots each. Idia wriggles his fingers at his sides for a moment, one of his thinking fidgets. “How about two or three pics? Start with just a little peek, a tease? Then more obvious, like half-clothed? And then, if you want… I can go fully unequipped.”
"Everything coming out of your mouth right now is music to my ears." Though, honestly, Idia's voice is always music to his ears. Everything from his goofy giggle to his fast-paced mumbling when he's focused and intent. Not wanting to worry about it at that moment, Cater decides to worry about handling his trip back to Heartslabyul later. "Alright, lay down and get comfortable--we can start by riding your shirt up, almost like it happened naturally in your sleep."
A mental image he already has in his brain, one of his first glimpses of a partly-undressed Idia he had. He'd looked so lovely then, asleep and mussed. How many times has he called back to that specific moment in time, even if they've had far spicier ones since then? Immortalizing it now in a more real sense...it feels right.
Idia sits on the edge of his bed and swings his legs up, only to flop backward in a way that makes his hair fan over most of the pillows in a wild halo. There’s already a strip of pale skin showing above his waistband. He slides a hand down and slowly rucks the hem of his shirt higher and higher, until Cater can see one nipple clearly and the other halfway revealed. It’s so much like that morning he caught Idia asleep, except those hooded yellow eyes are watching him with a sleepy yet hungry stare.
For not the first time, Cater wonders how in the world Idia has gotten so good at this. Is it just that he's a fast learner, or is it that Cater's exceptionally weak to Idia's unique and singular charm? His face starts to flush as his smile widens. "That's perfect," he tells him, letting out a low whistle as he climbs up on the bottom of the bed, angling himself to get the best frame as he can. With how quickly the new camera focuses, it's far easier than he's used to.
"Now...take it off?" He wonders if he can get some good action shots while Idia has his shirt tangled up in his arms and in his hair. The way his boyfriend had already been moving his body was already starting to rile him up, but Cater wasn't planning on rushing.
“So soon…?” Idia whispers as his other hand creeps down his stomach. The hand holding his shirt hem up splays over his partially hidden nipple, fingers skimming the little nub. The waistband of his pants inches lower under his touch, revealing glowing curls and eventually the slightest hint of the root of his dick.
Idia’s hair— both above and below— is already tinged with pink. He’s smiling shyly, but there’s a playful spark in those hooded eyes. “Do you really want me to unequip more?”
You little tease, Cater can't help thinking to himself as he watches Idia wriggle. The effect he's having on Cater is obvious--to the point where he's sure that when it's his term to get photographed, he's already going to be rock hard. But, hell, it'll make for even more excellent photos, and knowing that kind of content is going to be on Idia's phone as well fills him with little sparks of pleasure. He can't stop himself from biting his lip with his snaggletooth.
"Do you need me to do some convincing?" He can't help the giddiness in his voice, a mixture of playfulness and arousal. "I can tell you how bad I want to see more."
Idia makes no effort to hide the way his gaze flickers to Cater’s crotch. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” he purrs. He sits up, pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it aside. This time he slouches against the headboard, legs falling open shamelessly, his fingers dipping into his pants.
“You’re S-tier hot when you bite your lip like that, Cay.” He licks his own lips. More of his hand disappears beneath his waistband and his breath hitches. “Do you want to watch me for a bit?”
Cater takes a couple more pictures as Idia changes position, getting a great one with his fingertips just inside of his waistband. They're going off track from their charted course but he has no complaints--every time they get spontaneous, it always seems to lead them somewhere wonderful.
His eyes gleam. There's still so, so much for them to learn and enjoy about each other, and Cater realizes that he hasn't actually gotten to see Idia properly pleasure himself. He knows, of course, that it wasn't really something that Idia had ever done much of before, but now that the circumstances were different...
"Absolutely," he agrees, moving off the bed and setting his camera down. "How about I get ready for my photoshoot while I do?"
Humming in agreement, Idia pushes his pants down to mid-thigh. The pressure of the elastic waist reminds him of being in the school restroom with his underwear sitting below his ass. That memory sends a surge of need through him, and Idia whines as he takes himself in hand and starts with long, slow strokes.
He’s done this a bit more often since they first got together, but actually having Cater’s eyes on him while he jerks off is a whole other experience. A pretty flush spreads through his face and neck, echoing his rosy hair. It takes some mental urging, but Idia manages to maintain eye contact as he lazily pleasures himself.
Having his own particular idea of the kind of photo he wants to leave for Idia, Cater starts to take off his uniform, removing each piece from the top half of the set with measured slowness. He keeps his eyes on Idia in return, flashing green from his boyfriend's flushed face all the way down to where he fondles himself.
It's taxing on his own self-control, as well. Seeing him like that, Cater wants nothing more than to rush over and kiss him hard, take him in hand and in mouth and everywhere else, too. His mind full of possibilities, Cater feels his pants strain further. Still he ignores it, licking his lips as he unbuttons his front, letting each article of fabric fall around his feet.
How mean of Cater to strip for him while Idia’s putting on a show of his own. But they have time to do this again, however many days until senior year begins. They’ll learn each other’s bodies more every night if they can.
Idia’s going to tease him for it, though. He squirms on the bed, drawing his hand to the end of his length so he can rub his thumb over the tip. The pressure makes his hips jerk, toes curling. “Hnngh… Cater, get the lube… want your fingers in me….”
When Cater hears those words, any plans he might've had are completely forgotten. He feels physically incapable of resisting Idia in that state--so without word or hesitation he stops undressing and does as he's told. In a flash he's fetched the tube and climbed onto bed with him, going in for a heated, needy kiss as he snaps open the seal. His movements aren't particularly elegant or sensual, but he's way too turned on to care. All that matters is Idia, the teased out tension in his body, the tremor in his voice.
Hovering over Idia, he finds his opening with his fingers as soon as they're lubricated, slipping two coiled digits inside.
Cater stretching him open pulls a deep groan from Idia. He rolls his hips, hand still working his stiffening erection as he fucks himself on his boyfriend’s fingers. It’s far more than he’d planned to do this quickly, but he can’t deny how much he loves having Cater lose control over him. There’s no way he could miss the frantic scramble for the lube or the heat in that kiss. The encounter in the restroom, followed by this photo session, only fanned their flames rather than calming them.
“Back… on your back,” he pants. He’s feeling bold and he wants to take advantage of it while it lasts.
Still half-dressed in his rush to fulfil their needs, Cater has to actively stop himself from doing more than what Idia asked for. This is still his show, after all, and even the kiss he stole is breaking a bit of the control that Idia has over his narrative. As it breaks and Idia gives his breathless order, it's all he can do not to find more skin to kiss.
Reluctantly taking his fingers back out of Idia, he does as he's told. Cater carefully moves so they can switch positions, getting comfortable in the spot that Idia left warm for him. "What are you planning?" His eyes are hungry, but he can't help the slight playfulness in the question.
He's barely prepped, Cater still has his pants on... no, this won't do. Idia turns onto his knees and scrambles to get his boyfriend naked, his hair a wildly flickering and flaring mess. He undoes the button and zipper and pulls the garment down along with Cater's underwear, pitching them both away without looking. The hunger in his eyes is as naked as they are.
"Get your camera ready. Video's got auto-stabilizer if you wanna do that." Idia grabs the lube and squeezes some on his fingers, taking Cater's dick in hand to slick him up with those same long, slow strokes he'd used on himself. He doesn't linger, though. Once there's a decent slippery layer in place, Idia takes a couple of deep breaths and slings a leg over Cater, straddling him. A bit of wriggling centers him, taking that waiting erection in his lubed hand again so they'll be able to link up more easily. Not only that, it makes Idia's intentions absolutely clear and gives Cater time to fumble for his phone.
What was he doing? Of course, he's seen Idia frantic in his arousal--had been the one to personally make him that way, but this is really the first time that they've been in this (literal) position. Even as Idia scrabbles to undress him (which is thoroughly erotic in and of itself) and even as he lubes him up, he's thinking that maybe Idia's just planning on stroking him off until--oh.
Eyes wide, Cater fumbles quickly for his phone once more. This is the clumsiest he's ever felt, his breath already coming out hard from the anticipation as Idia sets himself up over him. It feels like it takes him way too long to get the camera set up, but he nods once it's recording, giving Idia plenty of time to lower himself down onto his slick shaft.
Idia takes one more deep breath and starts to let it out as he sinks down. Cater breaching him punches the rest of the air out in a great gushing moan, his thighs tense and quivering with the effort of keeping things slow. As Idia’s body takes him in inch by inch, Cater gets a perfect view of their connection, until the Housewarden sits perfectly flush on his groin.
Already shaking from how deep Cater penetrated in this position, Idia doesn’t dare move yet. He bows over his boyfriend, fighting to steady his breathing and urge some strength into his legs, his hair draping over him like a tattered, glowing cloak. He’s barely stretched but it’s heavenly staring down at Cater’s gawking, red face while feeling that girth throb inside him.
“N— no wonder… y—you came so hard… like this…,” he gasps.
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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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With his free hand, he reaches up to cup Idia's cheek, pulling him in for another sweet kiss. "You're sexiest of all when you're feeling comfortable."
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“I want you to have something for when you go back to Heartslabyul. An inaugural gift for the new phone, you could say.” Idia grins sheepishly. “I would’ve tried taking one myself but my selfies are garbage-tier. You’re the shutterbug.”
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It's for their eyes only, anyway, so it doesn't matter if they're not the best quality or the perfect angles. It's all about capturing that memory, being able to look back on it fondly.
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So he nods eagerly, enjoying the warm hand squishing his cheek for a moment before urging Cater off his lap. “I’ll go first. I don’t trust myself not to pounce on you if you flash something too tasty to resist.”
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If he takes his clothes off and they stay off for the night, Cater isn't going to complain. "So, did you have any artistic vision in mind, or am I setting up the scene?"
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They should start slow, maybe a few shots each. Idia wriggles his fingers at his sides for a moment, one of his thinking fidgets. “How about two or three pics? Start with just a little peek, a tease? Then more obvious, like half-clothed? And then, if you want… I can go fully unequipped.”
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A mental image he already has in his brain, one of his first glimpses of a partly-undressed Idia he had. He'd looked so lovely then, asleep and mussed. How many times has he called back to that specific moment in time, even if they've had far spicier ones since then? Immortalizing it now in a more real sense...it feels right.
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“Like this?” he breathes.
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"Now...take it off?" He wonders if he can get some good action shots while Idia has his shirt tangled up in his arms and in his hair. The way his boyfriend had already been moving his body was already starting to rile him up, but Cater wasn't planning on rushing.
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Idia’s hair— both above and below— is already tinged with pink. He’s smiling shyly, but there’s a playful spark in those hooded eyes. “Do you really want me to unequip more?”
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"Do you need me to do some convincing?" He can't help the giddiness in his voice, a mixture of playfulness and arousal. "I can tell you how bad I want to see more."
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“You’re S-tier hot when you bite your lip like that, Cay.” He licks his own lips. More of his hand disappears beneath his waistband and his breath hitches. “Do you want to watch me for a bit?”
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His eyes gleam. There's still so, so much for them to learn and enjoy about each other, and Cater realizes that he hasn't actually gotten to see Idia properly pleasure himself. He knows, of course, that it wasn't really something that Idia had ever done much of before, but now that the circumstances were different...
"Absolutely," he agrees, moving off the bed and setting his camera down. "How about I get ready for my photoshoot while I do?"
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He’s done this a bit more often since they first got together, but actually having Cater’s eyes on him while he jerks off is a whole other experience. A pretty flush spreads through his face and neck, echoing his rosy hair. It takes some mental urging, but Idia manages to maintain eye contact as he lazily pleasures himself.
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It's taxing on his own self-control, as well. Seeing him like that, Cater wants nothing more than to rush over and kiss him hard, take him in hand and in mouth and everywhere else, too. His mind full of possibilities, Cater feels his pants strain further. Still he ignores it, licking his lips as he unbuttons his front, letting each article of fabric fall around his feet.
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Idia’s going to tease him for it, though. He squirms on the bed, drawing his hand to the end of his length so he can rub his thumb over the tip. The pressure makes his hips jerk, toes curling. “Hnngh… Cater, get the lube… want your fingers in me….”
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Hovering over Idia, he finds his opening with his fingers as soon as they're lubricated, slipping two coiled digits inside.
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“Back… on your back,” he pants. He’s feeling bold and he wants to take advantage of it while it lasts.
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Reluctantly taking his fingers back out of Idia, he does as he's told. Cater carefully moves so they can switch positions, getting comfortable in the spot that Idia left warm for him. "What are you planning?" His eyes are hungry, but he can't help the slight playfulness in the question.
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"Get your camera ready. Video's got auto-stabilizer if you wanna do that." Idia grabs the lube and squeezes some on his fingers, taking Cater's dick in hand to slick him up with those same long, slow strokes he'd used on himself. He doesn't linger, though. Once there's a decent slippery layer in place, Idia takes a couple of deep breaths and slings a leg over Cater, straddling him. A bit of wriggling centers him, taking that waiting erection in his lubed hand again so they'll be able to link up more easily. Not only that, it makes Idia's intentions absolutely clear and gives Cater time to fumble for his phone.
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Eyes wide, Cater fumbles quickly for his phone once more. This is the clumsiest he's ever felt, his breath already coming out hard from the anticipation as Idia sets himself up over him. It feels like it takes him way too long to get the camera set up, but he nods once it's recording, giving Idia plenty of time to lower himself down onto his slick shaft.
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Already shaking from how deep Cater penetrated in this position, Idia doesn’t dare move yet. He bows over his boyfriend, fighting to steady his breathing and urge some strength into his legs, his hair draping over him like a tattered, glowing cloak. He’s barely stretched but it’s heavenly staring down at Cater’s gawking, red face while feeling that girth throb inside him.
“N— no wonder… y—you came so hard… like this…,” he gasps.
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