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.
Now they're focused on him and Idia feels almost greedy because of it. He works Cater's length with hand and tongue and lips, rewarded with kisses and fingers in his hair, but it feels unequal. The one behind him deserves attention as well, so he grinds back against the split card's groin, offering himself for use. Two at once... does this qualify him as "slutty?" He's not sure how he feels about the label, but the pleasure of knowing he's making not one but both of them lust over him is thrilling enough that he doesn't care. If he keeps this up he'll come again and probably crash out, but he can't stop thrusting into his hand. He wants to lose himself in Cater but he also wants to be fucked. Such a thing is possible in a doujinshi but is it really possible for them?
The Cater behind Idia sighs pleasingly against his neck with the pressure and friction against his swollen member. The cock fits nicely between Idia's cheeks, rubbing idly along the crack. The split card drizzles lube down between the junction of their bodies, allowing the substance to spread between them as he moves, teasing Idia's backside with lazy thrusts to coat his shaft.
In the meantime, though, he lubricates his fingertips so he can reach down and tease Idia's opening, curling two fingertips inside. As he puts the bottle down beside them within Idia's reach, the first Cater lowers himself down on his back, spreading his legs wider but careful not to disrupt Idia's playing. It's so rare that Idia's mouth touches his cock in any respect that it already has him mewling, head rolling back.
The rubbing is good but it’s when those fingers slip inside him that Idia groans and rocks back. Being penetrated always gives him such a thrill, his cursed body gripping Cater and bringing captivating ecstasy. Topping feels good but he can never shake the thought that taking someone this way is only for pleasure rather than procreation. The idea that it’s his twiggy, ugly body giving that pleasure brings him some value.
So he laps hungrily at Cater’s dick as the split card opens him up. Letting go of his own erection to grab the lube, he pauses in his oral ministrations long enough to slick his fingers. When he returns with a long, slow lick up the underside of his boyfriend’s length, he pushes two fingers into Cater at the same time. It takes a bit more focus to time his movements with the split card’s but he does his best, grunting with every mirrored push.
Idia's fingers entering him to the timing of his tongue's stroke makes Cater's breath hitch. It comes out on a grateful moan, hips bucking slightly. All together, the three of them make their own rhythm, fingers and mouths and bodies rocking in tandem, readying one another for the next step of this new adventure.
"Inside," Cater begs on a soft whine, pulse a heavy and insistent thrum underneath his skin. "I want you so bad."
With that admission, the split card agrees. He pushes his fingers in a bit deeper, greedily telling Idia, "me too."
If there was any question of how he was going to be sandwiched, this confirms it. Idia's not sure how they'll be able to move together, especially with his lack of experience, but there's no way he won't try. Still, he doesn't want to rush, his fear of causing harm lingering enough for him to work more of the lube into Cater. Messy and slow is good, he tells himself, glad that his rational brain works enough to remember these things while the split card opens him up.
It doesn't take too long for his boyfriend's writhing to get the better of him, though. That his own erection is sending him do it do it do it now! signals doesn't help his self-control. The slick noise of his fingers withdrawing makes him shiver in anticipation. Cater isn't the only one hungry for this. Gods, his boyfriend has turned him into a sex-starved fiend! Gripping Cater's hips, Idia settles himself between those dance-toned legs and takes the ginger boy with one steady but not too quick push. The sensation of Cater's body sucking him in drags a hiss from Idia's lips as he fights not to simply start thrusting, knowing the split card has his own role to play in this. So in the meantime, he leans down to kiss along his boyfriend's jaw and neck, licking at the pulses there.
True to character, Cater displays squirming impatience as he endures Idia's slow, careful patience. He's hot and wanting and needy, uncaring to how shameless he may look with his throbbing erection and lewd expression. The removal of his fingers is only a momentary torture, knowing that he'll soon get what he's asking for, his eyes alight with anticipation.
And then Idia takes him, and Cater groans in pleasured relief, raising his arms to draw the Shroud close against his body, savoring every kiss and lick. It's during that heavy lull that the split card takes its own position, hands roaming down Idia's back until it likewise takes a firm grasp of the angular hip in one hand and using the other to line up and guide himself inside.
The second Cater is just as slow and careful as Idia had been, in part to make sure that the penetration doesn't dislodge the position of the two beneath him. One he's all the way inside he leans over Idia, brushing that flaming hair over one shoulder so he can kiss the back of his neck, over the scar that hides there.
The Cater on the bottom of the sandwich takes the first opportunity he can of Idia moaning from his own pleasure to steal a deep kiss, as if to gobble up his boyfriend's very breath.
Being spread open while buried in Cater is almost too much right from the outset. Idia’s mouth falls open in a moan that’s quickly swallowed by his boyfriend. Soft kisses touch the back of his neck and shoulders. He’s surrounded by warmth and loving security, handled with gentle care by Cater and his split card.
It’s… overwhelming. Idia isn’t sure what to do. Does he thrust and let the split card follow along? Does he let the copy move them both? He can barely think, only instinct driving him to clutch Cater’s hips and attack his lover’s sassy mouth with his tongue. That same instinct twitches his hips, moving him both inside Cater and around the split card just enough for a brief shock of sensation. He suddenly drops his forehead to Cater’s shoulder with a groan and a full-bodied shudder.
When Idia breaks the kiss, burying his face against Cater's skin, the two sets of green eyes meet. Three separate moans over one small movement, and four arms coil around Idia: one set at his upper back and one around his waist. The split card guides him into another set of thrusts easily, moving Idia's hips backward into him and then pushing them forward together--deepening his position inside of the other boy as he drives into Cater. Then he releases, moving back to where they started so they can start the cycle all over again.
There's no need to rush--the sensations are surely overwhelming for Idia, and even with experienced lovers it takes a bit of trial and error to get a solid rhythm going. The more bodies, the more awkward positioning can be.
Idia muffles a desperate noise in Cater’s shoulder through that first cycle of motion. Slow as it is, he knows he won’t be able to hold on for long with that doubled stimulation. He lets go of Cater’s hips, one arm instead sliding under his boyfriend’s back while his free hand wraps around Cater’s neglected length. If he’s going to be overwhelmed, then his boyfriend deserves the same sort of pleasure.
Idia doesn’t try to match the pace of the split card’s thrusts, his hand moving between them somewhat more quickly but still almost lazy. Every push into him has him twitching inside Cater and clenching around the split card. They’re spoiling him, drenching him in thick, rich sensation like warm syrup. Already his brain feels mushy, soaked through with only lust and love that leaves him floating in a haze. Quiet groans sound against Cater’s skin as Idia lavishes his collarbones and neck with licking kisses, little shivers punctuating every thrust they take together.
It's almost better, in a sense, how different Idia's pacing is with the way he strokes Cater's cock. There's a sort of sensuality to the disconnect between the two movements, the unhurried motions that are so uniquely Idia. Cater holds him tighter as he pants and whimpers, every noise adding further fuel to his passionate fire.
There's a romance to all of it, to the way their bodies slide against one another, and Cater wouldn't change anything about it--but that doesn't stop his body from arching, from wanting more despite his sentimentality. Even as he savors every kiss from Idia and dots his own lips against his boyfriend's temple and ear, filling his brain with hot, desperate breaths, his hips writhe, trying to push back against the other two from his spot beneath them.
The split card is happy enough with its position, taking no pity on its original as he silently begs for more. But for Idia's sake and its own, the second Cater does start to thrust a bit harder, his own breath hot on Idia's skin as well as he pushes in deeper, eager to please.
Idia whines as the split card picks up the pace, scraping his teeth over the bump of Cater's collarbone. Letting the duplicate direct their movements makes it so much easier, gives him the chance to concentrate on jerking Cater off, but it also means not knowing when the intensity will change. There's something about getting pulled back into each deeply penetrating thrust before he's driven into Cater's waiting heat, the dichotomy of topping and bottoming blended into a singular all-consuming thrill. The tightness already spreads through his lower body, his breath panting hot and heavy against his boyfriend's skin.
It reminds him of their first time, when the pleasure was so strong he'd wondered if he'd die from it. His nerves simmer, close to boiling. Idia sobs and clamps on the split card, dragging him along for an out of rhythm thrust as blind need starts to take over. He squeezes Cater the same way with his hand, his thumb pressing into and sliding over his slit. For a moment he's able to raise his head enough to look into Cater's eyes, his pupils so blown he looks drugged. Crimson and rose flames snap around him, wild wisps rising from the mass to cast matching embers into the air. He's right on the brink, control rapidly spiraling away, and he keens wordlessly for mercy.
The noise Cater makes is strangled, the pleasure that shocks through him intense as Idia utilizes those incredible fingers of his. Between that and the increased speed of their lovemaking, he feels suddenly much more close to bursting. He strains against Idia's body, but it isn't until they lock eyes that he knows he's going to blow. That look on his lover's face, the glow of his hair making everything red and purples.
"Come here," he gasps, leaning up to trap their lips together again, needing that contact.
Idia pulls in the split card for more and Cater mimics the action, legs squeezing at his sides. The split card isn't in a position to see the deliciously lustful expression on Idia's face but seeming to understand the change in the movements beneath him, or perhaps being weak to it himself, holds the other boys more tightly. Keeping him as still against Cater as he can, he starts to drive in for one final push, hard and deep.
"Go on," he purrs into Idia's ear, "cum for me, Flambae."
Crossing that threshold knocks out Idia's ability to form coherent words, his hips rolling wildly as he's crushed between the ginger pair too tightly to thrust properly. He wails through his teeth as the split card spikes him, leaning hard into his prostate to trigger an absolute storm of an orgasm that has him coming again and again in waves that wreck his control. He has to let go of Cater's dick before he squeezes too hard, that hand reaching back to grab the split card's hip while the other tangles in the sheets. His spasms make up for it, Cater's length trapped between them as Idia grinds mindlessly through every wave. At the same time his ass milks the split card, clenching again and again, begging to be filled.
It's an absolute orgasmic snowball effect. Idia's climax triggers one Cater and then the next, the split card grunting heavily as his hits first, legs shaking as he holds their bodies together. His pelvis rocks instinctively as he sits deep inside, cheek pressed into Idia's back and moaning with every spurt of seed that leaves him.
The movement of their sandwiched bodies is more than enough for the Cater underneath Idia. Already so close to reaching completion, the combination of that squeeze, that friction, and the grinding and pulsing inside of him makes him cry out in ecstasy as he joins the other two. Wet heat explodes against his and Idia's abdomens as he rolls back with them. They're nothing more than a mass of writhing body parts but who cares? It's the kind of mess one could absolutely lose themselves in.
When Idia's climax finally releases him and he drops, he drops hard, slumping his full (thankfully lanky) weight onto Cater without warning. He's panting like he just ran laps, skin dripping wet and hair still crackling wildly. Even if they hadn't gotten too wild, he's so overstimulated from both sides that the slightest movement from any of them will set off exhausted sobbing for mercy. He wants to hold Cater but he lacks the brain function to make his limbs respond, sparing him from self-sabotage into an even more overwrought mess.
Cater's split card is definitely a dangerous advantage in bed.
Cater lets out a small oof when Idia drops down against him, and it finally breaks that final shred of his concentration that allows his split card to exist. Almost as if it dreads disappearing, it hugs Idia extra tightly before vanishing, placing a final kiss on his damp skin.
And then they're back to the two of them once more, and Cater makes up for the lack of extra arms with the fierceness of his embrace. Panting as well, he can't yet find any words to say and decides to let the brush of his fingers and his lips do the talking for him. Loving, soothing, affirming.
"Honestly," he finally breathes on a laugh when he catches enough of his breath, "I don't know whether or not to be envious of how hard you just came."
Idia’s only reply is a tired groan. Gods, he really needs to work on his stamina, he’d be mortified at how exhausted he feels from relatively gentle sex if his brain wasn’t a puddle of goo. Maybe it’s not the physical sensation that gets him, but rather the continued marveling that someone loves him this much.
That syrupy thought has him nuzzling into Cater’s neck. He can feel the split card’s seed dribbling out of him but he doesn’t care, though he’s a little sad that the double couldn’t stick around for cuddles. Being surrounded by Cater’s presence on all sides was comforting, even if now he doesn’t have to split his limited focus.
The more that Cater regains his focus, the more he squeezes himself around Idia, wanting to retain every bit of the connection they still have without the split card. "I love you so, so much," he whispers, just wanting to say it again, just wanting to be there in that moment with him.
If Idia wanted to never be away from him, he'd keep a split card going each and every waking hour of his life--no matter how exhausting that would be. He feels, in this moment, that he'd do absolutely anything, be anything, for the beautiful weirdo in his arms.
Together, they've come up with a purpose: to change STYX, to change the world, for the better. Underneath that, however, there's no denying what his real motivation is. Just to make Idia Shroud smile makes him feel whole.
The words have Idia raising his head enough for him to smile at Cater, that gently warm smile he only shows to his boyfriend. He leans down to rest forehead to forehead instead of pressing his face into Cater's neck, those buttercup-bright eyes closing. It takes a moment or two of that peaceful contact before Idia finds his voice, returning the sentiment in a murmured "I love you, too." How easily it comes to him now, the words and the feeling borne by them. The Idia Shroud hiding in his ceremonial robes at the start of the school year would never recognize this contented young man enveloped in the arms and body of the NRC Prince of Magicam.
He can't wait for summer break to start. No matter where they go, they'll be together, without interruption. And then they'll kick in STYX's doors and start to change things there the way they've changed each other.
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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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In the meantime, though, he lubricates his fingertips so he can reach down and tease Idia's opening, curling two fingertips inside. As he puts the bottle down beside them within Idia's reach, the first Cater lowers himself down on his back, spreading his legs wider but careful not to disrupt Idia's playing. It's so rare that Idia's mouth touches his cock in any respect that it already has him mewling, head rolling back.
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So he laps hungrily at Cater’s dick as the split card opens him up. Letting go of his own erection to grab the lube, he pauses in his oral ministrations long enough to slick his fingers. When he returns with a long, slow lick up the underside of his boyfriend’s length, he pushes two fingers into Cater at the same time. It takes a bit more focus to time his movements with the split card’s but he does his best, grunting with every mirrored push.
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"Inside," Cater begs on a soft whine, pulse a heavy and insistent thrum underneath his skin. "I want you so bad."
With that admission, the split card agrees. He pushes his fingers in a bit deeper, greedily telling Idia, "me too."
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It doesn't take too long for his boyfriend's writhing to get the better of him, though. That his own erection is sending him do it do it do it now! signals doesn't help his self-control. The slick noise of his fingers withdrawing makes him shiver in anticipation. Cater isn't the only one hungry for this. Gods, his boyfriend has turned him into a sex-starved fiend! Gripping Cater's hips, Idia settles himself between those dance-toned legs and takes the ginger boy with one steady but not too quick push. The sensation of Cater's body sucking him in drags a hiss from Idia's lips as he fights not to simply start thrusting, knowing the split card has his own role to play in this. So in the meantime, he leans down to kiss along his boyfriend's jaw and neck, licking at the pulses there.
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And then Idia takes him, and Cater groans in pleasured relief, raising his arms to draw the Shroud close against his body, savoring every kiss and lick. It's during that heavy lull that the split card takes its own position, hands roaming down Idia's back until it likewise takes a firm grasp of the angular hip in one hand and using the other to line up and guide himself inside.
The second Cater is just as slow and careful as Idia had been, in part to make sure that the penetration doesn't dislodge the position of the two beneath him. One he's all the way inside he leans over Idia, brushing that flaming hair over one shoulder so he can kiss the back of his neck, over the scar that hides there.
The Cater on the bottom of the sandwich takes the first opportunity he can of Idia moaning from his own pleasure to steal a deep kiss, as if to gobble up his boyfriend's very breath.
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It’s… overwhelming. Idia isn’t sure what to do. Does he thrust and let the split card follow along? Does he let the copy move them both? He can barely think, only instinct driving him to clutch Cater’s hips and attack his lover’s sassy mouth with his tongue. That same instinct twitches his hips, moving him both inside Cater and around the split card just enough for a brief shock of sensation. He suddenly drops his forehead to Cater’s shoulder with a groan and a full-bodied shudder.
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There's no need to rush--the sensations are surely overwhelming for Idia, and even with experienced lovers it takes a bit of trial and error to get a solid rhythm going. The more bodies, the more awkward positioning can be.
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Idia doesn’t try to match the pace of the split card’s thrusts, his hand moving between them somewhat more quickly but still almost lazy. Every push into him has him twitching inside Cater and clenching around the split card. They’re spoiling him, drenching him in thick, rich sensation like warm syrup. Already his brain feels mushy, soaked through with only lust and love that leaves him floating in a haze. Quiet groans sound against Cater’s skin as Idia lavishes his collarbones and neck with licking kisses, little shivers punctuating every thrust they take together.
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There's a romance to all of it, to the way their bodies slide against one another, and Cater wouldn't change anything about it--but that doesn't stop his body from arching, from wanting more despite his sentimentality. Even as he savors every kiss from Idia and dots his own lips against his boyfriend's temple and ear, filling his brain with hot, desperate breaths, his hips writhe, trying to push back against the other two from his spot beneath them.
The split card is happy enough with its position, taking no pity on its original as he silently begs for more. But for Idia's sake and its own, the second Cater does start to thrust a bit harder, his own breath hot on Idia's skin as well as he pushes in deeper, eager to please.
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It reminds him of their first time, when the pleasure was so strong he'd wondered if he'd die from it. His nerves simmer, close to boiling. Idia sobs and clamps on the split card, dragging him along for an out of rhythm thrust as blind need starts to take over. He squeezes Cater the same way with his hand, his thumb pressing into and sliding over his slit. For a moment he's able to raise his head enough to look into Cater's eyes, his pupils so blown he looks drugged. Crimson and rose flames snap around him, wild wisps rising from the mass to cast matching embers into the air. He's right on the brink, control rapidly spiraling away, and he keens wordlessly for mercy.
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"Come here," he gasps, leaning up to trap their lips together again, needing that contact.
Idia pulls in the split card for more and Cater mimics the action, legs squeezing at his sides. The split card isn't in a position to see the deliciously lustful expression on Idia's face but seeming to understand the change in the movements beneath him, or perhaps being weak to it himself, holds the other boys more tightly. Keeping him as still against Cater as he can, he starts to drive in for one final push, hard and deep.
"Go on," he purrs into Idia's ear, "cum for me, Flambae."
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The movement of their sandwiched bodies is more than enough for the Cater underneath Idia. Already so close to reaching completion, the combination of that squeeze, that friction, and the grinding and pulsing inside of him makes him cry out in ecstasy as he joins the other two. Wet heat explodes against his and Idia's abdomens as he rolls back with them. They're nothing more than a mass of writhing body parts but who cares? It's the kind of mess one could absolutely lose themselves in.
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Cater's split card is definitely a dangerous advantage in bed.
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And then they're back to the two of them once more, and Cater makes up for the lack of extra arms with the fierceness of his embrace. Panting as well, he can't yet find any words to say and decides to let the brush of his fingers and his lips do the talking for him. Loving, soothing, affirming.
"Honestly," he finally breathes on a laugh when he catches enough of his breath, "I don't know whether or not to be envious of how hard you just came."
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That syrupy thought has him nuzzling into Cater’s neck. He can feel the split card’s seed dribbling out of him but he doesn’t care, though he’s a little sad that the double couldn’t stick around for cuddles. Being surrounded by Cater’s presence on all sides was comforting, even if now he doesn’t have to split his limited focus.
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If Idia wanted to never be away from him, he'd keep a split card going each and every waking hour of his life--no matter how exhausting that would be. He feels, in this moment, that he'd do absolutely anything, be anything, for the beautiful weirdo in his arms.
Together, they've come up with a purpose: to change STYX, to change the world, for the better. Underneath that, however, there's no denying what his real motivation is. Just to make Idia Shroud smile makes him feel whole.
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He can't wait for summer break to start. No matter where they go, they'll be together, without interruption. And then they'll kick in STYX's doors and start to change things there the way they've changed each other.