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.
Idia slides down onto his shaft and Cater's back arches lightly, his breath hitching. It's a good thing that the camera is as stacked on high-grade tech as it is, because he can barely keep hold of it as pleasure floods him. It's a fight for Cater to keep his eyes open, wanting not just to capture every moment but to witness it firsthand. "Goes deep like that, huh?"
Not that he doesn't try to go deep in Idia every time, but it's different when you're vertical like that--very little room leftover. With his free hand, Cater reaches forward to stroke Idia's leg. "Don't push yourself, okay? If you get tired, I can help."
It can get exhausting on the legs in particular, and with Idia's stamina not being all that strong, he doesn't want to see his boyfriend get a cramp from overexertion. Of course, it'll be hard to take over with active thrusting while one-handed but that won't stop him from trying.
Idia shakes his head almost frantically. "Don't... don't wanna just lay there all the time. Can't level up without working at it." He shifts a bit, trying to get comfortable with his knees sunk into the mattress. Even that small movement proves quite the reminder that Cater is all the way inside him. Biting his lip and bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Cater's chest, Idia raises himself up a few inches and drops. That slow rise followed by the quick thrust inside knocks another choking breath out of him. Seven, his boyfriend hits so deep like this, he'll surely lose his mind after a couple minutes of riding! That lust-addled look on Cater's face doesn't help his self-control, either.
"Want to make you feel... as good as you make me...." He doesn't want to be selfish, he wants to try for Cater. It takes more effort than he uses for almost anything else, but he starts to ride his boyfriend with slow, shallow movements. Even that feels perfect, his mouth falling open to pant and his fingers curling into the sheets. He doesn't want Cater to miss a moment of this, for the nights they're forced to be apart.
Not for the first time, Cater lets out a breathless chuckle at Idia's stubbornness. But that stubbornness does pay off, Cater moaning with each drop of Idia's body against him. The squeeze of his insides is incredible, second only to the way his face distorts. There's a strange sort of mixture to all of this, eroticism mixed with endearing affection that makes Cater love Idia even more.
Every day, he loves Idia more.
His hand moves from where it rests on Idia's leg to take one of those hands gripping in the sheets, squeezing it tight. "You make me feel amazing every minute of every day," he tells him, unable to keep the adoration out of his eyes. His face may be flushed and his lips parted lustily, but somehow his expression is all soft sweetness. The only thing that stops him from bringing Idia down into a kiss is the recording.
Idia offers a shy, pleasure-dazed smile at the compliment, pausing in his ride for a moment with Cater buried to the hilt. He raises his free hand to his lips, kissing two of his fingertips and reaching toward Cater's camera: a kiss to the future Cater viewing it. With that, he lowers his hand back to the bed for support and starts rolling his hips, sparking off delicious friction with a bit less strain on his body.
"Love you," he rasps, eyes half-lidded and sweat gleaming on his skin. His erection drools pre-cum on Cater's stomach. Every inch of Idia is there for Cater's delight, from crown of flames to the tips of his toes. It's so easy to forget he was ever sad when he's with his precious lover. He takes a deep breath again and sits up, his affection giving him the drive to put on a show. Though his thighs burn he starts to bounce lightly on Cater, not rising much but moving faster to compensate. The fingers he kissed earlier curl around his dick and stroke, making his head fall back with a low groan.
"I love you, too," Cater pants back, holding Idia's hand even more tightly. That air kiss was too cute, and to go from that to such a mindbogglingly sexy position? It's the perfect mix of sweet and spicy. Cater moans in appreciation as he watches through half-lidded eyes as Idia picks up the pace, head thrown back and oozing as he touches himself.
It's so, so tempting to reach out and touch him, but this is Idia's spotlight and he can't interrupt. Holding himself firm as he lays back and lets his boyfriend do the work adds another element to his pleasure, an edge to each punctured bounce of Idia's hips pelvis against him. Breath coming out harder and harder, the tension in his abdomen makes it clear how close he is and Cater can't help whimpering as his hips buck up slightly, involuntarily.
"So close," he murmurs, head tossing to one side as he bites his lip. He can feel that thread pulled taught, threatening to snap at any second--it's with all his concentration that he keeps his eyes locked on Idia's glistening, glowing form.
Oh he’s going to cramp so badly but it’s okay, he can feel and hear Cater falling apart under him and that makes it worth the effort. The camera is still focused on him so he quickens his pace more, the sounds of lube and skin and desperate breathy moans preserved with the images. Every time Cater slides against his prostate the sweet shock of it thuds in his brain as well as his dick. He really does get why Cater went off so hard doing this. Idia swears he’s going to lose his mind at any second.
“C— Cater… ‘m gonna… gonna come…,” he whimpers. He raises himself higher, slamming down even though his legs ache from the effort. It’s not enough to dull the pleasure, if anything the sharp edge of discomfort adds to it, like enhancing sweetness with salt or acidity. He squeezes Cater’s hand, pale knuckles going white, a thin noise leaking from him and building into a broken cry as his release paints his boyfriend’s stomach in white splashes. Even through it he moves frantically, body milking Cater as if he needs it to survive the force of his own orgasm.
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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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Not that he doesn't try to go deep in Idia every time, but it's different when you're vertical like that--very little room leftover. With his free hand, Cater reaches forward to stroke Idia's leg. "Don't push yourself, okay? If you get tired, I can help."
It can get exhausting on the legs in particular, and with Idia's stamina not being all that strong, he doesn't want to see his boyfriend get a cramp from overexertion. Of course, it'll be hard to take over with active thrusting while one-handed but that won't stop him from trying.
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"Want to make you feel... as good as you make me...." He doesn't want to be selfish, he wants to try for Cater. It takes more effort than he uses for almost anything else, but he starts to ride his boyfriend with slow, shallow movements. Even that feels perfect, his mouth falling open to pant and his fingers curling into the sheets. He doesn't want Cater to miss a moment of this, for the nights they're forced to be apart.
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Every day, he loves Idia more.
His hand moves from where it rests on Idia's leg to take one of those hands gripping in the sheets, squeezing it tight. "You make me feel amazing every minute of every day," he tells him, unable to keep the adoration out of his eyes. His face may be flushed and his lips parted lustily, but somehow his expression is all soft sweetness. The only thing that stops him from bringing Idia down into a kiss is the recording.
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"Love you," he rasps, eyes half-lidded and sweat gleaming on his skin. His erection drools pre-cum on Cater's stomach. Every inch of Idia is there for Cater's delight, from crown of flames to the tips of his toes. It's so easy to forget he was ever sad when he's with his precious lover. He takes a deep breath again and sits up, his affection giving him the drive to put on a show. Though his thighs burn he starts to bounce lightly on Cater, not rising much but moving faster to compensate. The fingers he kissed earlier curl around his dick and stroke, making his head fall back with a low groan.
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It's so, so tempting to reach out and touch him, but this is Idia's spotlight and he can't interrupt. Holding himself firm as he lays back and lets his boyfriend do the work adds another element to his pleasure, an edge to each punctured bounce of Idia's hips pelvis against him. Breath coming out harder and harder, the tension in his abdomen makes it clear how close he is and Cater can't help whimpering as his hips buck up slightly, involuntarily.
"So close," he murmurs, head tossing to one side as he bites his lip. He can feel that thread pulled taught, threatening to snap at any second--it's with all his concentration that he keeps his eyes locked on Idia's glistening, glowing form.
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“C— Cater… ‘m gonna… gonna come…,” he whimpers. He raises himself higher, slamming down even though his legs ache from the effort. It’s not enough to dull the pleasure, if anything the sharp edge of discomfort adds to it, like enhancing sweetness with salt or acidity. He squeezes Cater’s hand, pale knuckles going white, a thin noise leaking from him and building into a broken cry as his release paints his boyfriend’s stomach in white splashes. Even through it he moves frantically, body milking Cater as if he needs it to survive the force of his own orgasm.
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