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."
Cater's grip on his textbook is desperate as Idia pulls him backward. That hot shaft pushing into him is like having a deep, deep itch finally scratched. Except he wants more, so much more, and once they're all the way joined his body protests at the stillness, bucking lightly in need. Idia's grasp on him is the only thing keeping him steady.
Whimpering, he turns his head to nuzzle his face into Idia's cheek. "Wait," he mewls hotly, "kiss me?"
How can Idia refuse such a plea from the love of his life? He turns his head enough for their lips to meet, and though it's somewhat awkward it's also incredibly sweet. He adores Cater, every inch of him, every second of the day. He would do anything for this boy.
But later. Now's the time for studying.
"Mmm... I'll kiss you again later, I promise. No distractions, Cay. You're gonna hold still and you're gonna get an amazing grade on this final."
Despite how insistent his arousal is, Cater still finds it in him to let out a soft laugh as their kiss breaks. Turning his head forward again, he leans back into Idia, getting comfortable. "Fine," he agrees, "because it's a promise that I'm definitely holding you to."
Not that he knows either of them really need to go to any such lengths--they'd hardly be able to stand not kissing each other. Turning to the next chapter, Cater takes a steadying breath and starts to read.
Idia reads over his shoulder, listening to Cater's voice and feeling the vibrations of the words through his back, pressed to Idia's chest. Now and then he shifts a little or gives the tiniest thrust, enough to keep their desire simmering. It's a pleasant buzz, warm and steady rather than flames that ramp toward an inferno. Formulas that he knows are reinforced through his boyfriend's voice and the chemical reactions of his pleasure-soaked brain. If it's working for him, surely it's doing even more for Cater.
"You're doing so well," he whispers in Cater's ear once they're halfway through the chapter. "I'm so proud of you." He drops a kiss on his boyfriend's shoulder, another on the side of his neck, nuzzles under his ear. "You'll be ready for the last phase soon."
Every day, Idia does something else to surprise Cater. Just when he thinks that the Ignihyde can't get any more incredible, he goes and proves otherwise. How could he have predicted how well something like this would work? Well, Cater isn't going to really be able to tell just how successful it is until later when he tries and calls back on this reading...but from where he's sitting? This is an exercise he'd definitely be happy to repeat.
"Mmm," Cater moans deep in his throat, eyes closing for a second as he savors the feeling of Idia's lips on his feverish skin. It's so hard to focus every time Idia shifts inside of him, every slight movement bubbling inside of him. But then he does re-focus, and each sentence sticks to him. The concentrated effort he has to take to read aloud making the words that much more meaningful.
Taking one hand away from the book, he finds one of Idia's hands and squeezes it, wanting to answer that statement of pride without stopping in his recitation.
Lacing their fingers together, Idia returns the squeeze, and though Cater can't see it the Housewarden is smiling. Even if this doesn't improve Cater's grade, as long as he doesn't tank completely then it's worth the effort. Every time they make love they feel closer. If sleep cleanses blot, then this washes the soul itself clean.
There's no hurry as Cater reaches the end of the chapter, now presented with a set of review questions. Phase four is about to begin, though Idia takes a moment to reward his boyfriend's diligence: a few lazy thrusts accompanied by his free hand curling around Cater's cock to stroke him loosely. "You're finally ready. This is the last phase, and then you're done studying for the night."
With that, Idia lifts Cater enough to pull out, though he shivers at the loss of contact. "Here, on your stomach. Stretch out and get comfortable." Ever practical, he tucks a towel under his boyfriend before guiding Cater to lie on his front, pressing the underside of his erection into the rough fabric of the towel. "Book in front of you. Let me know when you're ready for review."
The first real attention his dick has gotten directly rewards Idia with a colorful set of pleasured noises from Cater. He's so clearly hovering in a state of near-ecstasy at this point that he's putty in his lover's hands, hanging on every word for a chance at more handling.
When Idia separates their bodies, Cater nearly sobs, unable to help shooting him a pleading look even though the promise for more has already been made. It's hard to imagine how he can possibly do any legitimate critical thinking...but Idia's been taking his job as taskmaster seriously enough that Cater knows he's going to try.
And if he can make it through this? Crewel's test's got nothing on him.
Following instructions and laying down, even just the sensation of the towel pressing into his swollen cock makes him want to hump his body silly to gratification. He holds himself as still as he can, book at reading distance as he moves one hand back to pull at one of his cheeks, providing Idia with an exceptionally lewd image of his needy hole.
If only Cater realized how difficult controlling himself is for Idia, too, especially with that lewd sight. He has his plans, but he’ll only know if they’re realistic once he actually tries. Cockwarming was one thing, he was fully sheathed through it, but this? Idia takes a deep breath.
“Eyes on the page, Cater. We’ll start from the top.”
He lays over his boyfriend, rubbing his cock along that slippery cleft before pushing just the head in with a pop they both feel rather than hear. Idia grits his teeth against the urge to simply slam in fully, holding himself poised to move but staying still. Somehow his voice is mostly steady as he starts the review.
The moan that escapes him is all but agonized. Just like Idia, Cater wants to ram his hips backward to slap their bodies together. Wants to push the head of that cock full force into his sweet spot. He's physically stronger than Idia, he's sure he could do it even if Idia tried holding him down...
But for all the temptation he keeps the thought to his fantasies, panting as his body tenses against the urge, toes curling. "Mmph," he breathes in response, repeating the words. "Q-question one."
Cater recites the question in the book and bows his head to press it into his arm as he thinks. But, oh, that one's not so bad. He remembers: the explanation for that one stands out as being when Idia first touched him with slippery fingers, sending a thrill through him. His voice had pitched up in surprise at the time, but the memory now sends a whole new vibration of pleasure snake out through his abdomen. So, with a slight strain in his voice he provides the correct answer.
Oh, Cater does deserve a little reward, and Idia uses it to also grant himself some mercy. He pushes in slowly, stopping halfway and taking another pair of deep breaths that he lets out to a four-count. Control is still maintained, good. “Correct. Question two?”
There’s something about this, having Cater at his mercy but without selfish or wicked intentions. It’s a game, and yes indeed they both enjoy games. Idia feels strangely powerful, not in controlling someone but rather bringing them to new heights of pleasure. Maybe there’s a little bit of dominance in him after all, solely existing to make Cater helpless with lust.
All in all, Cater's definitely not going to complain about Idia getting in touch with his more dominant side. This is a totally new sort of dynamic for the two of them, but that makes it all even more fun: the endless possibilities of their coupling, and a vibe for every mood. It also strengthens his resolve to pay Idia back twofold for his tormenting, later.
"Question two." It's almost worse having him halfway, harder to stop himself from asking for more--but at the same time all the more encourages to earn more. "That's...I think...haaa..."
It doesn't come to him as fast, a little dazed, provides an answer. It's mostly correct, with a slight mis-remembering of one detail.
“Partial credit. You forgot one of the application details.” That means no further progress, but Idia’s not withdrawing either: a stalemate of a most deliciously torturous nature. “Gotta concentrate, Cay~”
He’s somewhere between gritting his teeth for control and grinning, loving the quivering mess developing under him. It’s an endurance test as much as it is about memory. If Cater can recall facts under stress, even positive stress, he’ll ace the exam. “Next question.”
Having been hoping to feel Idia push in farther, Cater whimpers in his sinful misery at his mistake. With the correction, he remembers the passage more clearly and curses under his breath. No way he's going to mess up that one on the test when this is the new memory he has of it.
C'mon, Cay, he tells himself, just breathe.
It's so hard to stay still. His thighs shift slightly from time to time, but the friction that causes between his genitals and the towel is too good to handle and he has to tense himself back to stillness. "Magically enhanced growing processes, I know this one," he thinks aloud, reading the question in full. And thank Seven--if he missed one now, he's sure he'd burst into tears.
Sure enough, Cater gives the right answer without trouble. Hard to forget that one when he already has a significant memory relating to it (even if it's not a positive one).
Idia hums in satisfaction, and his next push buries him fully in Cater. It’s so nice pressing up against that pert backside, warm and smooth. Sighing, the Housewarden lets his torso settle over his boyfriend’s back, chin resting on Cater’s shoulder again.
“Good boy,” he breathes in a pierced ear, one hand running idly up and down Cater’s arm. “You’re seeing how this works, hm? Think you can keep up a string of right answers? Reap the rewards?” His other hand taps the next question in the book.
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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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Whimpering, he turns his head to nuzzle his face into Idia's cheek. "Wait," he mewls hotly, "kiss me?"
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But later. Now's the time for studying.
"Mmm... I'll kiss you again later, I promise. No distractions, Cay. You're gonna hold still and you're gonna get an amazing grade on this final."
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Not that he knows either of them really need to go to any such lengths--they'd hardly be able to stand not kissing each other. Turning to the next chapter, Cater takes a steadying breath and starts to read.
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"You're doing so well," he whispers in Cater's ear once they're halfway through the chapter. "I'm so proud of you." He drops a kiss on his boyfriend's shoulder, another on the side of his neck, nuzzles under his ear. "You'll be ready for the last phase soon."
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"Mmm," Cater moans deep in his throat, eyes closing for a second as he savors the feeling of Idia's lips on his feverish skin. It's so hard to focus every time Idia shifts inside of him, every slight movement bubbling inside of him. But then he does re-focus, and each sentence sticks to him. The concentrated effort he has to take to read aloud making the words that much more meaningful.
Taking one hand away from the book, he finds one of Idia's hands and squeezes it, wanting to answer that statement of pride without stopping in his recitation.
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There's no hurry as Cater reaches the end of the chapter, now presented with a set of review questions. Phase four is about to begin, though Idia takes a moment to reward his boyfriend's diligence: a few lazy thrusts accompanied by his free hand curling around Cater's cock to stroke him loosely. "You're finally ready. This is the last phase, and then you're done studying for the night."
With that, Idia lifts Cater enough to pull out, though he shivers at the loss of contact. "Here, on your stomach. Stretch out and get comfortable." Ever practical, he tucks a towel under his boyfriend before guiding Cater to lie on his front, pressing the underside of his erection into the rough fabric of the towel. "Book in front of you. Let me know when you're ready for review."
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When Idia separates their bodies, Cater nearly sobs, unable to help shooting him a pleading look even though the promise for more has already been made. It's hard to imagine how he can possibly do any legitimate critical thinking...but Idia's been taking his job as taskmaster seriously enough that Cater knows he's going to try.
And if he can make it through this? Crewel's test's got nothing on him.
Following instructions and laying down, even just the sensation of the towel pressing into his swollen cock makes him want to hump his body silly to gratification. He holds himself as still as he can, book at reading distance as he moves one hand back to pull at one of his cheeks, providing Idia with an exceptionally lewd image of his needy hole.
"I can't wait any longer--hurry!"
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“Eyes on the page, Cater. We’ll start from the top.”
He lays over his boyfriend, rubbing his cock along that slippery cleft before pushing just the head in with a pop they both feel rather than hear. Idia grits his teeth against the urge to simply slam in fully, holding himself poised to move but staying still. Somehow his voice is mostly steady as he starts the review.
“Question one….”
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But for all the temptation he keeps the thought to his fantasies, panting as his body tenses against the urge, toes curling. "Mmph," he breathes in response, repeating the words. "Q-question one."
Cater recites the question in the book and bows his head to press it into his arm as he thinks. But, oh, that one's not so bad. He remembers: the explanation for that one stands out as being when Idia first touched him with slippery fingers, sending a thrill through him. His voice had pitched up in surprise at the time, but the memory now sends a whole new vibration of pleasure snake out through his abdomen. So, with a slight strain in his voice he provides the correct answer.
Tutor, a reward?
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There’s something about this, having Cater at his mercy but without selfish or wicked intentions. It’s a game, and yes indeed they both enjoy games. Idia feels strangely powerful, not in controlling someone but rather bringing them to new heights of pleasure. Maybe there’s a little bit of dominance in him after all, solely existing to make Cater helpless with lust.
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"Question two." It's almost worse having him halfway, harder to stop himself from asking for more--but at the same time all the more encourages to earn more. "That's...I think...haaa..."
It doesn't come to him as fast, a little dazed, provides an answer. It's mostly correct, with a slight mis-remembering of one detail.
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He’s somewhere between gritting his teeth for control and grinning, loving the quivering mess developing under him. It’s an endurance test as much as it is about memory. If Cater can recall facts under stress, even positive stress, he’ll ace the exam. “Next question.”
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C'mon, Cay, he tells himself, just breathe.
It's so hard to stay still. His thighs shift slightly from time to time, but the friction that causes between his genitals and the towel is too good to handle and he has to tense himself back to stillness. "Magically enhanced growing processes, I know this one," he thinks aloud, reading the question in full. And thank Seven--if he missed one now, he's sure he'd burst into tears.
Sure enough, Cater gives the right answer without trouble. Hard to forget that one when he already has a significant memory relating to it (even if it's not a positive one).
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“Good boy,” he breathes in a pierced ear, one hand running idly up and down Cater’s arm. “You’re seeing how this works, hm? Think you can keep up a string of right answers? Reap the rewards?” His other hand taps the next question in the book.
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