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.
Each different sensation stacks together until Cater spills over, body thrusting upward of its own accord, straining in a tensed arc as he's overtaken by his orgasm. It's a miracle he keeps his grip steady on the phone, his other hand gripping Idia's back just as tightly. The noises that his boyfriend makes, the hot trails of semen that hit against his skin...they're the perfect flavor pairings to the insistent bouncing around his cock.
Cater cries out, Idia's name on his lips before all he can make are noises.
Cater's still making garbled sounds when Idia finally slumps forward, exhausted. That was the most physical effort he's given in anything that he can remember! Hopefully Cater got really good video, because Idia's not sure he can do that again anytime soon. He droops further, ready to sprawl awkwardly over his boyfriend's body, only for a strong cramp to clench his left thigh in a painful spasm. With a yelp, he grabs the offended muscle with both hands, trying to squeeze the tightness out of it as he hisses through clenched teeth.
Later, he'll cut out the part of the video where the recording is just muffled noises and the blackness of bodies smooshed together blocking out the camera's view. Cater turns it off with a finger and sets it aside before he makes to hold his boyfriend's shuddering body--
That's when the cramp sets in.
"Pfft--" Worth it he says through the pain! Cater wants to smother him with kisses, but instead stifles a slight laugh as he sits up, reaching fast for that leg to help stretch it out and massage it better. "Okay, okay, deep breaths, try and relax your legs."
Idia makes a noise somewhere between a grumble and a whine, letting Cater stretch his leg. He yelps a couple more times when the muscles spasm, but eventually his body unlocks. He raises himself off his boyfriend’s softening length before sprawling on top of him with a groan. “GG NO RE. I’m gonna feel that for the rest of the day.”
He really needs to build up his muscle and stamina, huh? Ugh, exercise. But maybe he’s finally found something to make the burning of calories worthwhile.
“Sorry if I killed the mood. Hopefully the vid came out looking good at least.”
"My mood right now is alive and thriving," Cater assures him. With the cramp at least temporarily defeated, he takes Idia's face in his hands and smothers him in smiling kisses. "You did amazing, seriously! I'm so smitten, you have no idea."
No matter how badly Idia's malware flares, Cater won't stop running his personal anti-viral programming to knock it back down again. This was so much more than just sex--he's honestly so proud of Idia. He really worked so hard to do something he didn't think he could do!
Between the kisses and praise, Idia's insecurity is mollified. His grumpy expression softens back into that little warm smile Cater loves so much. He put forth the effort, and even if he was a bit clumsy he still managed to make Cater feel really good. Funny how it brings out a sense of pride he usually only gets when he's written really complex code or built an intricate device. But that's what love is, isn't it? Finding pleasure in making someone else happy.
"I'm gonna get better. Gonna take time to work on increasing proficiency in this branch of the skill tree, but I know with you helping me I'll rank up fast." He nuzzles into Cater's neck with a satisfied huff. "Not like we can keep our hands off each other. I finally got why you kept making cracks about me being good with my hands, too. Slow on the uptake for being a genius, huh?"
Cater can't help it--at the admission, he bursts into a renewed round of giggling, causing Idia's body to bounce against him as he holds him close. "Seriously? I'd totally forgotten! OMG! I love you so much!"
He was already red-faced and breathless, so this just makes tears squeeze out of his eyes from the exertion. Still, he can't stop smiling. After a few more kisses he promises, "I'll get you some exercise diagrams. There are some really simple ones you can do at your desk while you're working, that way you don't have to move around your schedule to make time for it."
And then, unable to resist, also adds, "And just having more sex with me also counts as exercise, obvs."
Idia rolls his eyes but he still has that affectionate grin. "That's the only exercise I look forward to. But if I don't farm EXP in different zones then the payouts will start to stagnate. If I can do it while I'm doing other stuff, I guess I can handle it."
Sex with Cater is fun, it feels good, and best of all it brings them closer every time. Idia definitely has his answer about his sexuality now: he's 100% Cater-sexual, nobody else even pings on his HUD. And to think he almost missed out on all of this! Is this why the rest of his life sucked so badly, so that all his luck could add up to this one enormous jackpot? He thought he was cursed to end up with lead and coal, but he scored an actual diamond.
"I know you can handle it," he murmurs, so full of dopamine, so very, impossibly in love. Wrapped all the way around his boyfriend, he refuses to stop smiling. It's hard to believe how broken he'd felt not so long ago. How fake his happiness and optimism had been when now it comes so much more easily. The person he was and the person he pretended to be...they were coming together, embracing one another instead of trying to strangle the life out of each other.
Here with Idia, the harder aspects of reality can't touch them.
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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.
this is such an aggressive icon but I don't care
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.
He looks like Idia's about to eat him
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.
nom nom nom tasty bf
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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Cater cries out, Idia's name on his lips before all he can make are noises.
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"Ow ow ow ow worth it ow ow ow...."
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That's when the cramp sets in.
"Pfft--" Worth it he says through the pain! Cater wants to smother him with kisses, but instead stifles a slight laugh as he sits up, reaching fast for that leg to help stretch it out and massage it better. "Okay, okay, deep breaths, try and relax your legs."
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He really needs to build up his muscle and stamina, huh? Ugh, exercise. But maybe he’s finally found something to make the burning of calories worthwhile.
“Sorry if I killed the mood. Hopefully the vid came out looking good at least.”
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No matter how badly Idia's malware flares, Cater won't stop running his personal anti-viral programming to knock it back down again. This was so much more than just sex--he's honestly so proud of Idia. He really worked so hard to do something he didn't think he could do!
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"I'm gonna get better. Gonna take time to work on increasing proficiency in this branch of the skill tree, but I know with you helping me I'll rank up fast." He nuzzles into Cater's neck with a satisfied huff. "Not like we can keep our hands off each other. I finally got why you kept making cracks about me being good with my hands, too. Slow on the uptake for being a genius, huh?"
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He was already red-faced and breathless, so this just makes tears squeeze out of his eyes from the exertion. Still, he can't stop smiling. After a few more kisses he promises, "I'll get you some exercise diagrams. There are some really simple ones you can do at your desk while you're working, that way you don't have to move around your schedule to make time for it."
And then, unable to resist, also adds, "And just having more sex with me also counts as exercise, obvs."
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Sex with Cater is fun, it feels good, and best of all it brings them closer every time. Idia definitely has his answer about his sexuality now: he's 100% Cater-sexual, nobody else even pings on his HUD. And to think he almost missed out on all of this! Is this why the rest of his life sucked so badly, so that all his luck could add up to this one enormous jackpot? He thought he was cursed to end up with lead and coal, but he scored an actual diamond.
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Here with Idia, the harder aspects of reality can't touch them.