Idia mutters something about sticking to finger sandwiches and quiche at tea parties, but his flicker of annoyance at Heartslabyul's rules fades when Cater's forehead rests against his. That simple gesture always grounds him now, and he hopes it does the same for his boyfriend.
"My parents probably think they'd have to force me to connect with someone eventually, just to produce the next generation of cursed Shrouds. Arrange a marriage with some woman, beg me to consummate it, and figure out who would raise the offspring because I'd be a lousy parent." Idia sighs. "Guess they might still freak out over the lack of kids, because it's not like Ortho can have any. It's all on me, when really this whole stupid bloodline should just...." He trails off, shaking his head. "Sorry."
"Hey, hey! None of that matters now." Because he did connect to someone, and was only slightly forced into getting to that point. Even saying that, though, Cater can't help but feel a pang in his gut. It's way, way too early to think about kids, but now that he's brought it up...that really is a problem, isn't it?
Idia's basically risking the entire bloodline to be with him, isn't he?
Cater takes a steadying breath. "You'd be a great parent."
Idia snorts and shakes his head. “No way. I’m a mess, the only thing a kid would inherit from me is the anxiety. Besides, it’s a moot point. I’m not accepting anybody but you as my player two, and we can’t spawn adds.”
So yeah, he’s choosing to end the Shroud bloodline. He’s pretty sure the Jupiter family will come down on him like a storm but he doesn’t care. Without Cater, what would be the point in anything?
There's so much that Cater wants to say...or, at least, he feels like he wants to say. Because his own thoughts feel scattered and confused. Words aren't coming to him at all. You're so much more than your malware, he wants to assure, but he knows that arguing about Idia's self worth right now would likely just bring the mood down even further. It's a battle he's not confident he can win right now.
"Well," he finally says, sinking down the rest of the way around Idia and moving his hands to coil down underneath him, hugging him tight. "No matter what happens or what anyone thinks...I'm not changing routes."
Hugs are exactly what Idia needs right now, because the moment Cater's arms go around him he relaxes and cuddles back. "I know you won't. It's the one thing I'm sure of now. Even if there's a cascade failure and the whole system crashes, you're not a changing variable."
He hates that he has the weight of his family and their duty on his shoulders, that he even has to think about it in the sense of possibly defying it all. Cater is the center of the web: the reason for his defiance, the reason for his change of heart, the reason for his fight to transform STYX, all of it. Without that core, everything Idia has become falls apart.
Cater presses a kiss to Idia's cheek, relishing in the familiar warmth of their joined bodies. Of Idia's hair, and the rise and fall of his chest. "Let's file it away for some other time," he suggests. "We should be happy, today. It's a good day."
He knows how hard it is to avoid catastrophizing, even without the same kind of pressure of lineage that Idia has. Aside from the importance of bloodlines, one of his sisters is bound to give his parents grandchildren. For him, loving whoever he wants isn't at all a question. Still, there's nothing they can do about it today.
"Should I run my special anti-viral program? Give you a clean sweep?"
Cater doesn't even need to ask. Idia hums in assent and nuzzles into his boyfriend's hair. It's so easy to forget everything when they're both caught up in the moment. And Cater's right that it's a good day, it's one step closer to them both getting what they want... no, what they need. Being together is good for them, separating while they're still healing from their respective issues could set them back. At least that's what Idia tells himself to justify his selfish wishes. But it's okay to be selfish, they're not hurting anyone.
What would be an especially good distraction? Something new, maybe. Cater's mouth moves to kiss Idia's earlobe as he considers all of the different fantasies he's had--many of which he's yet to actually bring up since he doesn't want to freak out his poor, horny-but-until-recently-totally-virginal boyfriend. Although his arms stay in their same position, he shifts his legs to be better angled against Idia's crotch.
Idia shivers at the kiss and shifts closer when Cater presses against his groin. There’s clear interest in his eyes, a desire to lose himself for a while in sex. Watching his boyfriend’s face contort in pleasure always improves his mindset. But what’s he talking about?
“What do you mean by a sandwich? There’s only two of—“ The mental image hits him mid-sentence and his eyes widen. Seven, is Cater talking about using split card in bed? Idia feels his face heating up.
Cater was definitely anticipating having to explain, so when Idia abruptly cuts his statement off, he can't help the mischievous giggle that escapes him. He traps Idia's ear with his fang briefly. "I think you might've answered your own question," he says, and then more lowly, "so...interested?"
As gung-ho as he is about trying anything and everything out with Idia, it's definitely important to him to be sure that the other boy's fully on board first.
Idia splutters, his brain momentarily scrambled between the nip at his ear, the sultry question, and the absolutely lewd mental images bouncing around inside his skull. He's approaching beet red, his hair mostly pink already, and he looks like he's going to have a nosebleed any second now.
The thought of having two of his boyfriend pleasuring him is beyond whatever he might've fantasized over before, but at the same time it brings up some potentially awkward questions. The last thing he wants is to kill the mood! If he blurts out the wrong thing....
"H-- have you fooled around with your split card before??"
Like that oh what in the Underworld is wrong with him?! He pulls out of the hug to slap both hands over his blushing face. "I'm so sorry I don't know why I asked that I'm such a perv please don't be mad...."
At the blunt question, Cater can't help but let out a choked laugh, somewhere between surprised and embarrassed. He props himself up on his arms to look down at Idia, maybe a little sheepish himself. But Seven, did Idia look cute as hell right now, even in his own mortification.
"I'm not mad!" The reassurance comes fast, emphatic, but he trips on his words a little as he follows up with an actual answer to the question. "If, uh...if I said yes, would you be disgusted?"
Peeking out from between his fingers, Idia shakes his head. He still looks pretty shell-shocked, though. His question unlocked a door that Cater's hesitant answer then nudged partway open, and now more questions threaten to spill out. His pervy otaku brain wants details. Just how far did Cater and his split card go?? Oh gods, he really can't ask that! He eeps and covers his face fully again.
Is he going to have fantasies about Cater and a split card now? Multiple split cards?? Oh no, he'll never get rid of the mental image! It's too hot to handle and the effect that's having on him is really obvious. Cater's going to think he's an uncontrollable deviant!
Well. That tells him all he needs to know. A smile spreads across his face, first surprised and then positively wicked. "Flambae," he coos, leaning in close and knowing that even with his face covered, Idia will feel the presence of his looming. "Do you want to watch?"
Well that was the most undignified squeak ever made by a human throat. The pink in Idia's hair is rapidly turning red, his ears are burning, and his boner is straining the front of his pants. His brain is screaming at him to ask Cater how far he went, how far he's willing to go, how many split cards and who topped. But he can't ask any of those things, can't even answer his boyfriend's question, because his voice won't work past that squeak!
Oh is he ever feeling devilish, now. He desperately wants to pick Idia's brain for every dirty little thought that could possibly be rolling around inside of it...but even more fun is to just see how he reacts to what's in front of him. How much redder can he make that hair?
Backing up so he's sitting up on his knees, Cater pulls his magic pen from its spot in his uniform and gives it a wave. Idia might still be hiding, but as another Cater joins the fray and wraps its arms around the original Cater's shoulders, it whines.
"Haaaaah, you've got the lucky center spot! I'm gonna get jealous, scoot over!"
"No way," Cater 1 teases back. "Being OG comes with certain privileges!"
They both smile as they rib at each other, gleaming green eyes all on Idia. "Come on," one of them says, "we can't have any fun if you aren't looking."
"Oh gods," Idia wheezes when he hears two Caters, but that's about all he can manage. It's only one split card copy but still...! His hard-on is throbbing and if he's not careful he's going to soak through his underwear before they even get started. What in the world is Cater planning?? How will Idia be able to watch without going off like a Roman candle in like thirty seconds?? He's actually sweating but if he tries to undress he'll see everything and boom, lame-o untouched orgasm! Cater would never laugh at him but that won't save Idia from the mortification!
But... he really wants to look... what should he do??
Watching Idia struggle, both sets of eyes trail down to the straining bulge in Idia's pants. They share a look, naturally of the same mind about what to do. If Idia isn't going to watch, they'll just have to take matters in to their own hands.
Simultaneously, they both grab the hem of Idia's pants and pull them down, releasing the engorged beast from its cage. Sweet freedom! And how delicious it looks, so swollen and needy. A shame there's no time to get this on video, but there'll certainly be other opportunities.
"I hope you've got enough for the both of us," one of the Caters teases as they both all but jump him, two tongues attacking his dick--one on either side.
The startled, lustful gasp that rips out of Idia is quite a sound. He has to tear his hands from his face to brace himself when his hips buck. There's already pre-cum dribbling down his sides, a nice treat for the Caters. Surely not a drop will make it to the curls that are now the same flickering, candy apple red as his wild mane. Shocked yellow eyes stare down at the "twins" licking his cock, giving them exactly what they wanted.
Oh gods, if their tongues touch he's going to lose his mind. Would they start kissing around his dick? Just how high does Cater's freak flag fly??
Idia's definitely about to discover just how freaky Cater can be when he's not reigning himself in. They lap up every spot of slickness they find on his cock, all eyes flicking toward his face to drink in his reactions just as greedily. They move almost as if they're a hivemind--but maybe that makes sense. Even if they can't communicate telepathically, all of Cater's split cards have the same train of thought as him, the same instincts.
It's really purely coincidence that their tongues reach each other, being that there's only so much square footage there for them to share. Maybe they see something in Idia's face flicker as it happens, or an extra prominent twitch to his erection, but like watching his very own personal fantasy come to life the two Caters tangle their mouths together as they service him.
Moaning helplessly, Idia can't stop himself from reaching down to thread the fingers of both hands through their hair. They feel identical, the same soft hair against his skin, the same curvature and warmth of the heads beneath it. They'll easily feel him shaking, overcome by the sight and the sounds and the sensations of this crazy fantasy only Cater can fulfill. He throbs under their mingled lips and tongues, hips moving in little spastic jerks.
Seven, he's going to come apart so fast at this rate! His shirt sticks to his back from the sweat on his skin, his toes are curling and his stomach is tightening. He clutches at their heads, not forceful but desperate for something to ground him, and whimpers loudly. If oral with the two of them is this good, what else could they have planned?
Naturally, Cater doesn't have any real intention of allowing Idia to last long. He's already so close, the only thing to do is get him off and then build him up all over again. This is definitely turning out to be a very, very good distraction for the both of them. He takes a hand and places it over the one Idia has on his double's head, guiding his mouth up to the top of Idia's cock and then down to swallow him whole. As the split card takes Idia in to the base, Cater glides up his abdomen, dipping the tip of his tongue into Idia's belly button along the way.
Idia almost chokes when the split card deepthroats him. He still hasn't gotten used to that feeling, so different from the other sort of penetration and yet still so very hot and wet. He's going to come, he still has a hair trigger and it feels too good, it's too much even if it's far too soon. He tries to breathe through it but he's throbbing and twitching between those soft lips.
And then he feels that second presence moving up his stomach, the ticklish sensation of a tongue teasing his navel making him squirm. With his upper body still clothed he feels overheated to the point of feverish, flames flickering and snapping without sound. The crimson light turns the blue glow of his monitors and Ortho's pod magenta, bathing most of the room in the brilliant color.
His nails bite into their scalps. He nearly thrashes under them. He's torn between the need to climax and the shame of being undone so easily. Though he fights it, his hips pump wildly. The embarrassment of potentially choking whichever Cater's sucking him off will hit him later, but now he whines a warning through his teeth just before he comes with a broken shout.
Idia is so obviously holding on, trying to keep himself from exploding, that Cater is about to whisper sweet encouragements into his ear, telling him to go ahead...but ultimately, Idia tips over on his own. Cater smiles against that heaving stomach, the split cad clamping down at his boyfriend's pelvis (is Idia technically still the split card's boyfriend?) and bracing as he takes in the orgasm.
And while Idia rides those waves, Cater pushes his shirt up his fevered chest, making his way up to tease one of his nipples with his teeth. He knows how sensitive they are and can't help himself, wanting to really highlight the perks of having an extra partner in the mix.
The next crest of orgasm peaks even higher with the sensation of teeth on his nipple. Idia’s moan cracks on a sob as he shudders through it. The split card gets another spurt to enjoy before the poor Housewarden collapses, panting as he continues to twitch. This is why he’d never dared to think about the potential of Cater’s signature spell, his brain was trying to protect him from the reality of how devastating it is to his self-control.
And please stop touching him for a moment, you two. He needs to recover, especially if you plan to keep tormenting him like this!
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"My parents probably think they'd have to force me to connect with someone eventually, just to produce the next generation of cursed Shrouds. Arrange a marriage with some woman, beg me to consummate it, and figure out who would raise the offspring because I'd be a lousy parent." Idia sighs. "Guess they might still freak out over the lack of kids, because it's not like Ortho can have any. It's all on me, when really this whole stupid bloodline should just...." He trails off, shaking his head. "Sorry."
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Idia's basically risking the entire bloodline to be with him, isn't he?
Cater takes a steadying breath. "You'd be a great parent."
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So yeah, he’s choosing to end the Shroud bloodline. He’s pretty sure the Jupiter family will come down on him like a storm but he doesn’t care. Without Cater, what would be the point in anything?
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"Well," he finally says, sinking down the rest of the way around Idia and moving his hands to coil down underneath him, hugging him tight. "No matter what happens or what anyone thinks...I'm not changing routes."
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He hates that he has the weight of his family and their duty on his shoulders, that he even has to think about it in the sense of possibly defying it all. Cater is the center of the web: the reason for his defiance, the reason for his change of heart, the reason for his fight to transform STYX, all of it. Without that core, everything Idia has become falls apart.
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He knows how hard it is to avoid catastrophizing, even without the same kind of pressure of lineage that Idia has. Aside from the importance of bloodlines, one of his sisters is bound to give his parents grandchildren. For him, loving whoever he wants isn't at all a question. Still, there's nothing they can do about it today.
"Should I run my special anti-viral program? Give you a clean sweep?"
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"Any special iterations you've got planned?"
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What would be an especially good distraction? Something new, maybe. Cater's mouth moves to kiss Idia's earlobe as he considers all of the different fantasies he's had--many of which he's yet to actually bring up since he doesn't want to freak out his poor, horny-but-until-recently-totally-virginal boyfriend. Although his arms stay in their same position, he shifts his legs to be better angled against Idia's crotch.
"How do you feel about being a sandwich?"
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“What do you mean by a sandwich? There’s only two of—“ The mental image hits him mid-sentence and his eyes widen. Seven, is Cater talking about using split card in bed? Idia feels his face heating up.
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As gung-ho as he is about trying anything and everything out with Idia, it's definitely important to him to be sure that the other boy's fully on board first.
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The thought of having two of his boyfriend pleasuring him is beyond whatever he might've fantasized over before, but at the same time it brings up some potentially awkward questions. The last thing he wants is to kill the mood! If he blurts out the wrong thing....
"H-- have you fooled around with your split card before??"
Like that oh what in the Underworld is wrong with him?! He pulls out of the hug to slap both hands over his blushing face. "I'm so sorry I don't know why I asked that I'm such a perv please don't be mad...."
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"I'm not mad!" The reassurance comes fast, emphatic, but he trips on his words a little as he follows up with an actual answer to the question. "If, uh...if I said yes, would you be disgusted?"
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Is he going to have fantasies about Cater and a split card now? Multiple split cards?? Oh no, he'll never get rid of the mental image! It's too hot to handle and the effect that's having on him is really obvious. Cater's going to think he's an uncontrollable deviant!
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Backing up so he's sitting up on his knees, Cater pulls his magic pen from its spot in his uniform and gives it a wave. Idia might still be hiding, but as another Cater joins the fray and wraps its arms around the original Cater's shoulders, it whines.
"Haaaaah, you've got the lucky center spot! I'm gonna get jealous, scoot over!"
"No way," Cater 1 teases back. "Being OG comes with certain privileges!"
They both smile as they rib at each other, gleaming green eyes all on Idia. "Come on," one of them says, "we can't have any fun if you aren't looking."
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But... he really wants to look... what should he do??
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Simultaneously, they both grab the hem of Idia's pants and pull them down, releasing the engorged beast from its cage. Sweet freedom! And how delicious it looks, so swollen and needy. A shame there's no time to get this on video, but there'll certainly be other opportunities.
"I hope you've got enough for the both of us," one of the Caters teases as they both all but jump him, two tongues attacking his dick--one on either side.
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Oh gods, if their tongues touch he's going to lose his mind. Would they start kissing around his dick? Just how high does Cater's freak flag fly??
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It's really purely coincidence that their tongues reach each other, being that there's only so much square footage there for them to share. Maybe they see something in Idia's face flicker as it happens, or an extra prominent twitch to his erection, but like watching his very own personal fantasy come to life the two Caters tangle their mouths together as they service him.
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Seven, he's going to come apart so fast at this rate! His shirt sticks to his back from the sweat on his skin, his toes are curling and his stomach is tightening. He clutches at their heads, not forceful but desperate for something to ground him, and whimpers loudly. If oral with the two of them is this good, what else could they have planned?
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And then he feels that second presence moving up his stomach, the ticklish sensation of a tongue teasing his navel making him squirm. With his upper body still clothed he feels overheated to the point of feverish, flames flickering and snapping without sound. The crimson light turns the blue glow of his monitors and Ortho's pod magenta, bathing most of the room in the brilliant color.
His nails bite into their scalps. He nearly thrashes under them. He's torn between the need to climax and the shame of being undone so easily. Though he fights it, his hips pump wildly. The embarrassment of potentially choking whichever Cater's sucking him off will hit him later, but now he whines a warning through his teeth just before he comes with a broken shout.
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And while Idia rides those waves, Cater pushes his shirt up his fevered chest, making his way up to tease one of his nipples with his teeth. He knows how sensitive they are and can't help himself, wanting to really highlight the perks of having an extra partner in the mix.
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And please stop touching him for a moment, you two. He needs to recover, especially if you plan to keep tormenting him like this!
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