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!
The two show him mercy...at least in a sense. The Cater at his chest lefts up to get a good view of Idia's orgasmic bliss before he turns toward his double as it releases the throbbing member from his throat. Without any kind of break, the two come together again, hands in one another's hair and kissing hard, open-mouthed. Cater laps at his split card's mouth, wanting to take for himself any lingering taste of his boyfriend that coats that tongue.
As Idia recovers beneath them, they strip each other in a frenzy, identically insatiable.
By the time Idia’s brain comes back online, the Caters are mostly naked and kissing frantically over his prone body. It’s so bizarre and yet so hot, the unashamed way his boyfriend can make out with himself like the most fantastic form of masturbation ever.
Oh gods, Cater has definitely fucked his split card, Idia’s sure of it now. He almost wants to see it, but at the same time he can feel the heated interest starting to bubble up in his groin again. Apparently his cursed body compensates for his hair trigger libido with a startlingly short refractory period. He’s not getting hard again just yet but he’s definitely going to get there sooner rather than later from watching his boyfriend shove his tongue down his clone’s throat. Good thing he’s getting a bit of a reprieve, though, his dick is still sensitive. Otherwise he’d be jerking off already at the sight.
Even as his attention remains soundly fixed on his body double, Cater still glances at Idia from time to time to enjoy the rapt attention he has on the pair of them. Between pleasuring Idia and their own mirrored movements, both of the Caters are at attention when their pants come off. The way they touch each other is somehow a mixture of curious exploration and knowing touches--they both, after all, know exactly which buttons to press.
One Cater drags his mouth down the other's neck while the other twists a nipple, but they both sigh and moan with growing desire, red-faced and wild haired from scouring hands. Even as they pull each other closer, like they're going to absorb themselves back into one body, the original Cater locks eyes with Idia. When the split card grips his shaft, the twist of face seems to say we're all for you.
This is so dangerous for Idia's sanity. Despite his lingering sensitivity, despite knowing that he'll only be encouraging this crazy train of lust, he can't help responding to the twitching of his reawakening erection with a loose grip and slow strokes. It makes him squirm but he can't seem to let go, sweetly torturing himself for the delight of those two pairs of hungry green eyes even as he watches the twin Caters tease each other.
They have plans for him, he knows it, and he's both eager for and terrified of what they might do. Maybe if he hadn't played hentai games or read smutty doujinshi, his fantasies wouldn't be so detailed and varied, but he has and they are. His brain is practically cramming mental images into itself until they're threatening to spill out his ears. Will Cater and his double hit on one or more of them by coincidence, or will they figure out something that even Idia's twisted imagination couldn't conceive?
When Idia begins to touch himself, writhing under the sensitivity of it, Cater can't help the noise of pleasured appreciation that escapes him. He wants to touch Idia again, touch him more, be the one making him squirm...but as always, there's a reward waiting for him for his patience. Anticipation always strengthens the payoff.
Whispering something into the split card's ear, they begin to shift positions slightly. Cater moves so he's facing Idia directly, spread out in front of him, and the second gets in position behind him, back to chest. He coils his arms around the first Cater, sucking on his neck from behind like a vampire while he scours down his exposed chest. Both hands ultimately reach his groin and toy with his cock and balls both. Under the care of his clone, Cater pleases himself for his boyfriend, pleases himself and watches him be pleased in return.
"Idia," one moans. "I love you so much," finishes the other.
The sight is so striking, so kinky, Idia can’t help giving in to stroking himself with a firmer grip. It pulls a groan from him, he can’t do more than make those sorts of lusty noises but his eyes shine with love returned. He wants to find his voice, he really does, but he’s been knocked too far off balance by this living fantasy. Maybe if he can’t speak, he can show his appreciation in other ways.
Pausing long enough to peel out of his sweaty shirt, he shifts to all fours in front of the pair. He’s close enough for Cater to feel his breath on teased flesh, and when Idia takes himself in hand again a hot gust of a moan rushes over erection and clever fingers alike. Though he lacks the confidence to fully use his mouth, no thanks to his teeth, his tongue slips out to lick at Cater’s cock and the duplicate’s fingers. There’s something beautifully submissive about him on his hands and knees, desperately jerking off while pleasuring his twinned lover.
Not sure exactly what Idia is planning when he starts to move, Cater watches as he strips fully and comes closer. That shy tone poking at the tip of his cock, helping the merciless fingers of his double--he can't help but moan more strongly, abdomen twitching in involuntary delight at the sensation. His eyes flutter, and his double removes one hand to pet through Idia's hair, encouraging, welcoming the exploration.
At the moment, neither are even thinking about those teeth--but it helps that they know Idia wouldn't try and utilize them without warning. Not after the incident that left the bite mark on his shoulder.
The hand in his hair feels nice, encouraging. Idia wants to suck, at least try to just take the head into his mouth, but he can’t stop thinking about the bite marks in Cater’s shoulder. So his tongue licks and swirls over his boyfriend’s dick, sometimes tickling the split card’s fingers. Occasionally he brushes his lips over different spots, soft kisses speaking volumes of affection.
He’s getting hard again, his length hot and twitching in his grip. Probably should’ve grabbed the lube first, but the thought of pausing again sends a pang of frustration through him. Oh, he’ll get it, but not now. For now, he’s savoring the taste of heated skin and the salty tang of pre-cum.
Fortunately, having an extra set of hands around means that the action doesn't have to stop. The split card guides Idia's free hand up to replace his own on Cater's shaft and moves away, fetching the lube. Even without being able to read Idia's mind, it's clear just about where they are in their foreplay.
When he returns with it, the double wraps himself behind Idia instead this time, flicking open the cap, ready to pour into Idia's hands when they're offered. Until then, he runs his lips along his lover's shoulder as the other Cater runs his hands through that flaming hair.
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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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As Idia recovers beneath them, they strip each other in a frenzy, identically insatiable.
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Oh gods, Cater has definitely fucked his split card, Idia’s sure of it now. He almost wants to see it, but at the same time he can feel the heated interest starting to bubble up in his groin again. Apparently his cursed body compensates for his hair trigger libido with a startlingly short refractory period. He’s not getting hard again just yet but he’s definitely going to get there sooner rather than later from watching his boyfriend shove his tongue down his clone’s throat. Good thing he’s getting a bit of a reprieve, though, his dick is still sensitive. Otherwise he’d be jerking off already at the sight.
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One Cater drags his mouth down the other's neck while the other twists a nipple, but they both sigh and moan with growing desire, red-faced and wild haired from scouring hands. Even as they pull each other closer, like they're going to absorb themselves back into one body, the original Cater locks eyes with Idia. When the split card grips his shaft, the twist of face seems to say we're all for you.
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They have plans for him, he knows it, and he's both eager for and terrified of what they might do. Maybe if he hadn't played hentai games or read smutty doujinshi, his fantasies wouldn't be so detailed and varied, but he has and they are. His brain is practically cramming mental images into itself until they're threatening to spill out his ears. Will Cater and his double hit on one or more of them by coincidence, or will they figure out something that even Idia's twisted imagination couldn't conceive?
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Whispering something into the split card's ear, they begin to shift positions slightly. Cater moves so he's facing Idia directly, spread out in front of him, and the second gets in position behind him, back to chest. He coils his arms around the first Cater, sucking on his neck from behind like a vampire while he scours down his exposed chest. Both hands ultimately reach his groin and toy with his cock and balls both. Under the care of his clone, Cater pleases himself for his boyfriend, pleases himself and watches him be pleased in return.
"Idia," one moans.
"I love you so much," finishes the other.
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Pausing long enough to peel out of his sweaty shirt, he shifts to all fours in front of the pair. He’s close enough for Cater to feel his breath on teased flesh, and when Idia takes himself in hand again a hot gust of a moan rushes over erection and clever fingers alike. Though he lacks the confidence to fully use his mouth, no thanks to his teeth, his tongue slips out to lick at Cater’s cock and the duplicate’s fingers. There’s something beautifully submissive about him on his hands and knees, desperately jerking off while pleasuring his twinned lover.
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At the moment, neither are even thinking about those teeth--but it helps that they know Idia wouldn't try and utilize them without warning. Not after the incident that left the bite mark on his shoulder.
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He’s getting hard again, his length hot and twitching in his grip. Probably should’ve grabbed the lube first, but the thought of pausing again sends a pang of frustration through him. Oh, he’ll get it, but not now. For now, he’s savoring the taste of heated skin and the salty tang of pre-cum.
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When he returns with it, the double wraps himself behind Idia instead this time, flicking open the cap, ready to pour into Idia's hands when they're offered. Until then, he runs his lips along his lover's shoulder as the other Cater runs his hands through that flaming hair.
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