"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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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.