Idia snuggles close, holding Cater to his chest and stroking his hair. "And you're the reason I'm fighting for a future I want, rather than letting my fate decide for me. Hope was never something I understood before you."
Well, maybe the other Troublesome Children had opened the door, but Cater was the one who shined a light into the gloom beyond. That's something Idia knows he can never fully repay, but he'll spend the rest of his life trying.
There's no way he can't steal a kiss when Idia says something like that. Cater can feel his heart like it's radiating outward from his skin right now, his love this deep warmth that he couldn't have ever understood before. With those kisses, he lets himself drift off to sleep, snuggled as close as he can be to the love of his life.
The busy days that follow were once terrifying, but now have a sort of excitement to them that undoubtedly both of them would've never anticipated. On Idia's side in particular, there's plenty of work to be done to prepare STYX for Cater's arrival--what it means, how it's going to work, what his internship will actually entail...
And then there's the schoolwork. The closer they get to summer, the closer they get to final projects and exams. It's fortunate that the two of them share a year and classes--it means that when the two of them aren't caught up in dorm-specific responsibilities, they're able to work together as study buddies. Very special study buddies. Therein lies a specific problem that Cater voices as he flops over on top of his textbook.
"I don't want to study anymore," he whines. "I want your hands all over my body...Flambae, put me in horny jail..."
Idia looks up from his own notes with a smirk. “I dunno. If I put you in horny jail, that means you’re not getting any action. You really want that story path?”
Honestly, he hopes Cater doesn’t go to horny jail because he’s feeling a little frisky himself. Most of the material on this unit he knows really well, bordering on eidetic memory levels. He can manage an extended break, but Cater still struggles with some of the concepts. The fact that his boyfriend is bored proves that. If Idia can make studying more interesting and rewarding, Cater might get all of this down in one or two nights.
"Bah, of course I don't!" He kicks his feet in obvious protest, totally slumped over. "But this is my worst subject, so I really need to focus."
He rolls his head to the side to look at Idia with a pout. With his focus already so shot, he can't imagine that caving in to his temptations is going to do anything other than make him less productive. "Share some of your genius with me for, like, a week? I'll give it back."
"Even if I could, you'd probably get my malware with it. Not a burden I want you to carry." Idia sets his tablet aside and leans closer to Cater, still grinning. "I have another idea, though. It might work for scratching your itch and improving your focus at the same time. But you still have to put in some effort. If you can't...."
He sits back casually, shrugging. His expression betrays none of his eagerness, his curiosity. Cater has taught him something about teasing in bed, surely his boyfriend deserves to experience the realization of what kind of monster he's created?
At Idia’s teasing words, Cater is more than eager to purposefully take the bait. “Um, excuse me?” Shifting, he stretches out to nudge him with a socked foot, eyebrows raising. “You can’t just say something like that and then diss me! What, do you think I’m lazy or something?”
He nudges him again, playing up his indigence to make this even more fun. “Well? Go on, what’s your great idea that I may or may not be able to handle?”
Idia’s grin widens, shark-like. His eyes gleam. Uh oh, that’s the look of a gremlin that’s up to no good. “I could tell you, or I could show you. You wanna take on the challenge? Then go full unequip first.”
Step one is getting Cater hot and bothered with the possibilities while remaining clothed and casual himself. Idia’s a little nervous to be taking charge like this, but he doesn’t let it show. He wants Cater to be surprised and proud of him.
Cater purses his lips as he watches Idia get that look on his face. That's absolutely the look of a troublemaker, alright. "Hmmmm," he hums as he pretends to think it over. Like, obviously he's up for the challenge, and he definitely wants to know what in the world that beautiful imp is up to. It's just that when Idia gets that particular tone to his voice, it absolutely triggers Cater's intense desire to be a brat.
"All right," he concedes, standing. "I'm in your capable hands. Please look after me, senpai~"
Naturally, Cater takes his time stripping, undoing and removing each article of clothing with as much sensuality as he can muster. If Idia's up to something mischievous that's going to surprise him, it's the least he can do to get Idia frothing at the mouth with anticipation. You know, like he is, himself.
Senpai, he says, when Idia is only about a month and a half older. Chuckling, his eyes still shining with playful desire, he soaks in the show of his boyfriend stripping. Seven, he’ll never tire of the sight, Cater’s lovely body a siren call to him. He lusts as much as he loves, there’s no denying it. He allows himself one slip of decorum as a reward for Cater, a slow lick of those grinning sapphire lips.
“Good. Now on your hands and knees on the bed. Time for phase two.”
Once again, Cater's eyebrows raise. On his hands and his knees? That's a new one, and especially when it's a direct order. Right now, he definitely can't see how this is going to help him with studying...but honestly, Cater isn't about to complain. If anything's going to distract him, this is the most welcome kind.
How many phases even were there? Cater slinks over to the bed like the little minx he is, definitely slapping himself once on the ass just for effect before crawling up onto it. Even without sprawling out fully, there's something so notably cat-like about the way he positions himself. All it would take is a raising of one hand in imitation of a paw and a nyaaaan to really sell it.
The order of events is especially important, Idia has learned. Building of anticipation, subversion of expectations… he’s been researching. So first he nudges Cater’s knees further apart, opening his boyfriend for a nice view of his eventual goal. But he does nothing else back there just yet, instead moving around the front to meet Cater’s eyes with a smile that’s gone suddenly a little too sweet.
And he plunks Cater’s open textbook down on the bed in front of his boyfriend. “Study time~”
Study time, he says! Fah! Cater's coy expression falters as he looks from Idia's cute expression to the textbook now sitting open before him. "Eeeehh..."
Okay, clearly this isn't all, but it's definitely a momentary boner-killer in its surprised. Getting all feisty and sassy just to be expected to study more? Well, Idia did say this was about studying, after all, and maybe Cater was just looking for an out. He'll give it to his boyfriend: he's definitely defying expectations, here.
"I hope phase three has a bit of a better payoff," he jokes as he scans the open pages to re-find where he'd left off.
“Hmm, I suppose we’ll see.” Idia doesn’t chuckle but Cater will clearly hear amusement in his voice. He moves out of Cater’s view, slowly shucking out of his clothes before sitting back against the headboard. Picking up the lube from its spot in the bedside drawer, he nudges the back of his boyfriend’s thigh with a toe. “Start reading out loud. It makes you focus more on what you’re reading. And no taking your eyes off the book.”
"Okay, okay, okay," Cater promises. Eyes forward, head bowed, he begins to read. Just knowing that Idia grabbed the lube, hearing him moving around behind him, re-invigorates him. His exposed genitals twitch in anticipation as he fills the room with explanations of different alchemical reactions.
For a minute or two, Idia does nothing but sit and listen to Cater's recitation. Good, the other boy is focused, or at least enough to not trip over his reading. Idia has practiced opening the lube with almost no sound, preparing for a time when he can surprise his boyfriend, and what little noise the cap makes is all but lost under Cater's voice. It means the slick, cool fingers gliding along the ginger's cleft likely come as an anticipated but startling sensation, not dipping into the opening there but slowly working from tailbone to testicles and back again. There's no satisfied chuckle from Idia, no noise at all save for steady breathing, but Cater can't see the hunger in his eyes.
If he wasn't totally naked and up on his knees, it would be pretty easy to forget that he's doing anything other than studying. As it is, Cater's voice has settled into a pretty even cadence as he reads--Idia's so quiet that there's no anticipating his movements. When those slender fingers do hit his skin there's a jump in his reading, pitch raising in surprise at the sudden slickness. It takes a decent amount of willpower not to look back at Idia, and even more to keep reading.
The effects that his boyfriend have on him are so obvious. The light arousal in his shaft is already stiffening in gratitude for the attention. As Cater steadies his voice again, his hands tense slightly against the bedspread.
Idia hums in approval, fingers still tracing their slow up and down path, occasionally diverting to swirl around the tight pucker or flicker against Cater's balls. Now and then he stops to reapply a tiny bit more lube, only to return to his teasing. Yeah, this is definitely making an impression on Cater, which will hopefully improve his memory retention. It's most certainly an interesting experiment.
He waits for Cater to be in the midst of a more complex formula before he suddenly pushes his middle and ring fingers inside his boyfriend without warning, sheathing them completely but making no further movement. His other fingers and his palm cup Cater's backside with the cool touch of his skin.
Each time Idia pauses in his teasing, Cater's speech lowers into a soft groan of need, thighs bending slightly of their own accord before he straightens them back out again. The slow build is almost torturous, and it's definitely an exercise in reading comprehension that he never quite expected to take. This much isn't so bad, at least, in terms of keeping his focus, and Cater even asks a couple of clarifying questions about a few sentences to get Idia's feedback. The fact that he can even come up with an example to make sure he's understanding is definitely a good sign of his engagement.
And then, just when it feels as if he's really gotten used to the rhythm they're in, Idia ups the ante. The moan he lets out is a step up from the puffs of air he'd give before, and his body leans back into Idia's hand expectantly. But he doesn't move, and Cater's head bows further. He's starting to get how this is going to go...and with an exhale Cater re-locates his spot and picks back up with the reading once again.
Damn though, if between each word he doesn't want to press his hips backward.
Idia's soft, signature cackle fills Cater's ears, though his hand remains still for another moment. Then he starts to move, timing the deepest part of each easy push with the end of a sentence. It's a testament to how well he knows the material, and none of his prep does more than barely brush Cater's prostate. It's all a wonderful, terrible tease. He answers questions calmly, pausing whenever his boyfriend asks one and through his own reply, only to resume once Cater starts to read again.
Either Cater will remember these formulas and concepts with crystal clarity, or alchemical concepts will forever make him horny in the future.
Let's be real, alchemical concepts are definitely ruined for him. The fact that Crewel goes around brandishing a whip isn't going to do his mind any favors. Still, the possibility that we can end up with an "all of the above" scenario is still alive! They'll just have to see where this leads.
The addition of his prostate in the teasing is a whole new level of sensation, and as smooth as he tries to play it, Cater can't hide how swollen and at attention his cock is, or the harder his breath. His thighs begin to tremble slightly as he reads on, having to pause and gulp between certain sentences. The punctuations of pleasure light up the ending words like stars in his brain.
All the while, he both wants to shake his boyfriend and kiss him silly.
Idia keeps up the relaxed pace until the end of the chapter. Then he pauses again with his fingers buried fully in Cater, his free hand reaching up to stroke his boyfriend's hip. "Good. Think you've got that all stored in the memory banks?"
As he asks, he barely curls his fingers in a way that pushes into that sweet spot, holding there with steady pressure.
Cater lets out a puff of laughter. "I think that I..."
Well, Idia cuts him off and Cater can't stop the whine that escapes him, one of his hands coming up so he can bite at his knuckles. He's totally forgotten the first question, instead moving on to the second one with an almost frazzled reply.
"This wasn't phase three?"
He really planned out this entire thing! That's so Idia--what was he expecting, really? The way those fingers stay lodged there makes his knees wobble. All he wants to do is shove himself against those fingertips, make them move and toy with him mercilessly. Well, Idia was certainly being merciless...just in a far, far different way.
The impish tone might've been a warning for Idia slowly withdrawing his fingers, leaving Cater bereft of the sensation. There's something so powerful in doing this, making his boyfriend squirm helplessly, just shy of begging. It could only happen with the complete trust they have in one another. Honestly, that's as sexy as any other aspect of their relationship.
While he waits for a reply, Idia quietly slicks up his own length, barely using any pressure and coating himself in one stroke so he doesn't risk setting himself off. The urge to go up on his knees and take Cater like that is strong, but they have to study and he wants this experiment to reach its climax. No self-respecting Ignihyde student would leave research halfway done in the name of instant gratification!
It's meant to be said in a playful, warning kind of tone...but Idia wins again with his strategic response to Cater's petulance. The emptiness is so much worse than the teasing, the sudden lack of everything driving him wild threatens to make him lose his mind completely.
"Come on," he whines, wriggling his hips in neediness. "I'm ready, okay? Don't stop!"
Another of those weird giggles, and Idia reaches out to stroke Cater's hips before clutching them lightly. "Grab your book, then."
Once Cater has his textbook in hand, Idia will guide his boyfriend back to sink onto his waiting erection. His breath hitches as that tight heat squeezes him, but he shows remarkable restraint in not thrusting even when Cater is fully seated. Instead he sighs, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist and resting his chin on Cater's shoulder.
"Phase three. Start the next chapter, out loud again."
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Well, maybe the other Troublesome Children had opened the door, but Cater was the one who shined a light into the gloom beyond. That's something Idia knows he can never fully repay, but he'll spend the rest of his life trying.
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The busy days that follow were once terrifying, but now have a sort of excitement to them that undoubtedly both of them would've never anticipated. On Idia's side in particular, there's plenty of work to be done to prepare STYX for Cater's arrival--what it means, how it's going to work, what his internship will actually entail...
And then there's the schoolwork. The closer they get to summer, the closer they get to final projects and exams. It's fortunate that the two of them share a year and classes--it means that when the two of them aren't caught up in dorm-specific responsibilities, they're able to work together as study buddies. Very special study buddies. Therein lies a specific problem that Cater voices as he flops over on top of his textbook.
"I don't want to study anymore," he whines. "I want your hands all over my body...Flambae, put me in horny jail..."
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Honestly, he hopes Cater doesn’t go to horny jail because he’s feeling a little frisky himself. Most of the material on this unit he knows really well, bordering on eidetic memory levels. He can manage an extended break, but Cater still struggles with some of the concepts. The fact that his boyfriend is bored proves that. If Idia can make studying more interesting and rewarding, Cater might get all of this down in one or two nights.
But Idia’s still going to tease him a bit first.
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He rolls his head to the side to look at Idia with a pout. With his focus already so shot, he can't imagine that caving in to his temptations is going to do anything other than make him less productive. "Share some of your genius with me for, like, a week? I'll give it back."
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He sits back casually, shrugging. His expression betrays none of his eagerness, his curiosity. Cater has taught him something about teasing in bed, surely his boyfriend deserves to experience the realization of what kind of monster he's created?
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He nudges him again, playing up his indigence to make this even more fun. “Well? Go on, what’s your great idea that I may or may not be able to handle?”
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Step one is getting Cater hot and bothered with the possibilities while remaining clothed and casual himself. Idia’s a little nervous to be taking charge like this, but he doesn’t let it show. He wants Cater to be surprised and proud of him.
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"All right," he concedes, standing. "I'm in your capable hands. Please look after me, senpai~"
Naturally, Cater takes his time stripping, undoing and removing each article of clothing with as much sensuality as he can muster. If Idia's up to something mischievous that's going to surprise him, it's the least he can do to get Idia frothing at the mouth with anticipation. You know, like he is, himself.
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“Good. Now on your hands and knees on the bed. Time for phase two.”
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How many phases even were there? Cater slinks over to the bed like the little minx he is, definitely slapping himself once on the ass just for effect before crawling up onto it. Even without sprawling out fully, there's something so notably cat-like about the way he positions himself. All it would take is a raising of one hand in imitation of a paw and a nyaaaan to really sell it.
"This good, or should I open my legs wider?"
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And he plunks Cater’s open textbook down on the bed in front of his boyfriend. “Study time~”
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Okay, clearly this isn't all, but it's definitely a momentary boner-killer in its surprised. Getting all feisty and sassy just to be expected to study more? Well, Idia did say this was about studying, after all, and maybe Cater was just looking for an out. He'll give it to his boyfriend: he's definitely defying expectations, here.
"I hope phase three has a bit of a better payoff," he jokes as he scans the open pages to re-find where he'd left off.
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The effects that his boyfriend have on him are so obvious. The light arousal in his shaft is already stiffening in gratitude for the attention. As Cater steadies his voice again, his hands tense slightly against the bedspread.
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He waits for Cater to be in the midst of a more complex formula before he suddenly pushes his middle and ring fingers inside his boyfriend without warning, sheathing them completely but making no further movement. His other fingers and his palm cup Cater's backside with the cool touch of his skin.
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And then, just when it feels as if he's really gotten used to the rhythm they're in, Idia ups the ante. The moan he lets out is a step up from the puffs of air he'd give before, and his body leans back into Idia's hand expectantly. But he doesn't move, and Cater's head bows further. He's starting to get how this is going to go...and with an exhale Cater re-locates his spot and picks back up with the reading once again.
Damn though, if between each word he doesn't want to press his hips backward.
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Idia's soft, signature cackle fills Cater's ears, though his hand remains still for another moment. Then he starts to move, timing the deepest part of each easy push with the end of a sentence. It's a testament to how well he knows the material, and none of his prep does more than barely brush Cater's prostate. It's all a wonderful, terrible tease. He answers questions calmly, pausing whenever his boyfriend asks one and through his own reply, only to resume once Cater starts to read again.
Either Cater will remember these formulas and concepts with crystal clarity, or alchemical concepts will forever make him horny in the future.
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The addition of his prostate in the teasing is a whole new level of sensation, and as smooth as he tries to play it, Cater can't hide how swollen and at attention his cock is, or the harder his breath. His thighs begin to tremble slightly as he reads on, having to pause and gulp between certain sentences. The punctuations of pleasure light up the ending words like stars in his brain.
All the while, he both wants to shake his boyfriend and kiss him silly.
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As he asks, he barely curls his fingers in a way that pushes into that sweet spot, holding there with steady pressure.
"Think you're finally ready for phase three?"
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Well, Idia cuts him off and Cater can't stop the whine that escapes him, one of his hands coming up so he can bite at his knuckles. He's totally forgotten the first question, instead moving on to the second one with an almost frazzled reply.
"This wasn't phase three?"
He really planned out this entire thing! That's so Idia--what was he expecting, really? The way those fingers stay lodged there makes his knees wobble. All he wants to do is shove himself against those fingertips, make them move and toy with him mercilessly. Well, Idia was certainly being merciless...just in a far, far different way.
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The impish tone might've been a warning for Idia slowly withdrawing his fingers, leaving Cater bereft of the sensation. There's something so powerful in doing this, making his boyfriend squirm helplessly, just shy of begging. It could only happen with the complete trust they have in one another. Honestly, that's as sexy as any other aspect of their relationship.
While he waits for a reply, Idia quietly slicks up his own length, barely using any pressure and coating himself in one stroke so he doesn't risk setting himself off. The urge to go up on his knees and take Cater like that is strong, but they have to study and he wants this experiment to reach its climax. No self-respecting Ignihyde student would leave research halfway done in the name of instant gratification!
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It's meant to be said in a playful, warning kind of tone...but Idia wins again with his strategic response to Cater's petulance. The emptiness is so much worse than the teasing, the sudden lack of everything driving him wild threatens to make him lose his mind completely.
"Come on," he whines, wriggling his hips in neediness. "I'm ready, okay? Don't stop!"
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Once Cater has his textbook in hand, Idia will guide his boyfriend back to sink onto his waiting erection. His breath hitches as that tight heat squeezes him, but he shows remarkable restraint in not thrusting even when Cater is fully seated. Instead he sighs, wrapping his arms around the other boy's waist and resting his chin on Cater's shoulder.
"Phase three. Start the next chapter, out loud again."
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