Fully on his back with Cater on top of him, Idia struggles with the last fraying threads of his self-control. His other hand clutches the neglected half of his boyfriend’s ass, holding him steady for Idia to grind on him. Their mouths meet and their tongues tangle again.
Definitely too far for the train, private compartment or not, but it’s been a week and Cater’s proximity alone is enough to drive him crazy with need. The three hour ride is more than enough for a quickie followed by lots of snuggling, right?
Kissing so deeply with Idia holding their pelvises together, there's no way they're getting out of this without getting off. On the verge of begging Idia to reach in and grip him by the shaft, he satisfies himself with generating more and more friction between their clothed erections.
There's nothing stopping them from going all the way, but the idea of leaving a mess all over the train car...definitely not a good look. And if there's any kind of emergency, neither of them are going to want to get caught with their clothes off, so those'll have to stay on...
When he finally can't take it anymore, Cater forces himself to rise up, out of kissing distance, and gives Idia a lusty smile. "Comfortable?"
As he asks, he moves his legs to carefully disengage so he can slide himself to his knees on the floor.
Seeing Cater go down on his knees has Idia suck in a sharp breath, his pupils dilated. He'd been considering this very idea, and for his boyfriend to mirror his thoughts without a word spoken is a testament to how close they've become. He nods, never taking his eyes off that sly smile he knows will be wrapped around his erection soon enough.
He reaches out to slide his fingers slowly through Cater's hair over and over, wordless praise for his boyfriend's sweet and spicy consideration for their mutual longing. "You're irresistible," he rasps, feeling the throbbing trapped by his pants growing stronger. Once they get to their destination, they'll be on each other right inside the doorway, even with this brief reprieve.
"Sweeter than your favorite candy?" He asks with a giggle in return as he deftly frees Idia's erection from his pants. He licks his lips as if he's been presented with a particularly tasty-looking snack as he uses one hand to gently pull the uncut foreskin taut before diving in, circling the head with his tongue before working Idia fully into his mouth.
One hand still poised at the base, he uses his other hand to reach over and cup Idia's face sweetly, caressing the smooth swoop of his cheekbone and his jawline.
The contrast between the hot mouth working him over and that sweet touch on his cheek has Idia's head swimming. Every time Cater goes down on him, his boyfriend looks like there's nowhere else he'd rather be. The thought pulls a groan from Idia, quickly muffled behind a hand so as not to risk their privacy. It's so hot knowing they're in a semi-public space, just like that afternoon in the school restroom, knowing they should behave but so in love that they can't wait to get somewhere they're guaranteed privacy. Lustful noises and orgasmic expressions and lewd images of self-pleasure over their phones for the last week can't hold a candle to this.
Idia parts his fingers enough for his voice to come through, muffled and husky with desire. "You're so good to me, Cay. Don't hold back, I missed you too much." And then he presses his hand firmly over his mouth again, knowing Cater can make him loud.
Cater glances up at Idia when he makes that request--an eyebrow half-raising. Well, how can he possibly hold back when he's asked so nicely not to? It's all the permission he needs to swallow Idia whole, edging that shaft all the way down his throat in the way he's become so practiced at. He hums as he pulls back up again, sucking Idia like a popsicle in threat of melting.
His hand works any of the skin he doesn't have his mouth on at any given point, palm massaging the swollen base. Idia could buck up into him and explode fast and hard and Cater would savor it, would drink every single drop and lick up the leftovers. This isn't a time to be teasing or draw things out--no, he wants to hear his boyfriend struggle against his body's pleas.
Idia moans behind his hand, other fingers curling into Cater's hair as he bows over his boyfriend's head. The position keeps him from bucking, letting Cater set his own pace while tormenting Idia with the lack of control. Gods, he missed that hot mouth on him. He's gone achingly hard under Cater's ministrations, remembering a string of lonely nights with their phones as the sole connection between them. Fantasy could never be as perfect as this.
He doesn't use his grip to guide his boyfriend's teasing, enjoying the movements under his touch for what they are. This isn't what he'd planned when he booked the private compartment, but he certainly won't complain. Still, they both know this will only whet their appetite for each other. Their first hours in the cabin will have nothing to do with enjoying the scenery outside.
Idia is going above and beyond trying to keep quiet--and of course Cater doesn't want them to get caught, but Seven if it doesn't bring out the more devilish side of him. Cater oscillates between hard sucks and drawn out licks where his fang tickles Idia's sensitive skin, teasing the swollen head with the tip of his tongue. He swirls and flicks and pops his lips briefly up to open air only to dive back down again.
All the while, the straining in his own pants is almost painful--it's hard not to reach in and touch himself as he works, but he wants all of his attention focused on his task. The hand clenching into his hair encourages him just as much as the strain of Idia's abdomen, the wheeze of moans stuck in his throat.
"Mm," he huffs in a puff of hot breath in a quick instant where his mouth isn't full, pumping and wringing Idia's shaft with the tip poised at the opening of his mouth. "Gimme."
The playful demand is so ludicrous, so hot, Idia actually growls and gently pushes Cater’s mouth down over the head of his length. There’s no real strength behind the hand in those copper waves, more a symbolic demand as Idia’s hips twitch in shallow thrusts. If Cater wants a mouthful he’s going to get it.
Idia’s breathing quickens, his eyes narrowing and teeth clenching. He doesn’t bother covering his mouth anymore, that hand resting on Cater’s shoulder instead. A slight tremor in his legs becomes a full-body shudder, and with a groan muted by pressing his face into his boyfriend’s hair he climaxes. After a week without Cater it’s both a relief and a tease for what’s to come at the cabin.
The cheeky grin is only smothered as he gives in to Idia's gentle order. He bobs his mouth hard against the head of his cock, tasting pre-cum as he reacts to the movements of his involuntary thrusts. And then as the clear signs of his incoming orgasm rock Idia's body, Cater delves back in fully, engulfing the erection all the way to its base. He waits their patiently, breathing through his nose, until the spurts cease and backs up slowly, lips clamped to make sure he gets every drop.
When the head finally comes away slick and clean, Cater gulps everything down and licks his lips, savoring the feeling of Idia's breath hot against his scalp. With his task completed, he reaches up to cradle Idia's head in his hands, tilting his face up so he can look at what he's sure is a lovely expression of bliss.
With all that loving, gentle attention paid to him, Idia’s eyes have fluttered closed by the time Cater can look up. He breathes slow and deep as his heart calms, color still high in his cheeks and his hair a passionate swirl of red and pink. When he finally does open his eyes again, his gaze is lovingly warm. A sweet smile touches his lips.
“That’s definitely better with you than alone,” he breathes.
"Yeah," Cater agrees, his eyes crinkling as he smiles from ear-to-ear. "I think so, too. And if I'm ever slacking, you better let me know that I need to be whipped back into shape. Got it?"
He's not even the one that's been serviced but he feels giddy with endorphins, so happy just to have made Idia feel good...and seeing that smile is always such a reward. He leans in for another kiss, impatient in his wanting. "How much time did we kill? Are we there yet?"
Idia hums against Cater’s lips in idle amusement. “Not much. We have a few hours to go. Plenty of time to cuddle, have a snack, nap….” He nuzzles into his boyfriend’s hair again. There’s no doubt Cater is hard and aching, and Idia wants to alleviate that for reasons other than sympathy. He’s greedy for Cater’s pleasure.
“Personally, I could go for a snack right now,” he chuckles, tugging Cater up from the floor to settle on the comfortable bench seat beside him. His spindly fingers toy with his boyfriend’s zipper as if he’s debating what to do.
Cater's chuckling turns into a shuddered sigh as he settles in on the seat again, stretching out his legs to work out his knees a little. Even just that little teasing has him straining, a rush of headiness overcoming him, his hips instinctively turning inward toward Idia's hand. "Oh-ho! I think I have a feeling what you're hungry for."
He steals one more kiss before moving to bring his lips to Idia's neck instead. "Far be it from me to steal all the refreshments."
Smiling and briefly caressing Cater's cheek with his other hand, Idia finally draws down the zipper blocking him from his "snack." He's careful in freeing his boyfriend's erection from its confines, the pad of his thumb rubbing circles in that way Cater has come to know so well. When he twists partway in his seat and leans over Cater's lap, his flames drape over those toned thighs in a bright river of light that partially conceals the view.
Idia's breath ghosts over Cater's bared flesh in a contented sigh before the slightest hint of a warm, wet tongue swirls around the damp crown. He might not be able to fully use his mouth, but he's done in enough lollipops in his lifetime for his tongue to be pretty skilled. Combine that with the practice he's gotten with Cater and his physical disadvantages aren't such a detriment. He hums in delight, lips nibbling down the shaft, tongue laving back up the pulsing vein.
All it takes is the hot tease of Idia's breath against him to make him shudder again with desire. Cater leans back against his seat, hands getting lost in that beautiful hair. There's always this instinctive jolt of anxiety that hits when Idia's mouth gets close to his crotch--but he trusts him, making that trepidation enhance the experience.
He wants to watch the changes in Idia's hair, the subtle shifting of the light, but he can't keep his eyes from fluttering closed, sucking in air as he keeps his breath as even as possible. "You're getting really good at that," he groans, keeping his voice low so he doesn't risk blurting out a loud moan. It figures--Idia's always been a fast learner.
Sometimes he feels a brush of the smooth front of Idia's teeth and his fingers tense, abdomen clenching, only to exhale in a muted gasp as wet tongue and warm lips work him up higher. "You told me not to hold back," he says then as he strokes Idia's hair, "so I'm expecting you to go all out, too."
He knows Cater's nervous about his teeth, though Idia's sure his own trepidation is actually worse. Hurting his boyfriend would stick in his memory forever, he's certain. So as much as he wants to try sucking, he refuses to go further than those gentle lip-nibbles interspaced with long strokes and swirls of his tongue. He drags the smooth wetness of his inner lower lip up the underside of Cater's cock, delves into the slit at the head with the very tip of his tongue, squeezes and strokes with thin fingers. He even wriggles those fingers into Cater's pants, palm caressing his balls while one nail lightly trails along the sensitive perineum.
All the while there are soft, needy sounds in Idia's throat. Seven, how he wants to swallow Cater down to the root, feel him shudder and buck. But he loves Cater too much to cause him harm, so he laps at his treat and looks up at his boyfriend's face with those hungry golden eyes.
Eyes rolling back into his head, Cater’s heartbeat quickens as Idia shows off just how wonderfully he knows how to use his hands and tongue. How long has he fantasized about those very fingers just to have them wrapped around him so lovingly now? Sometimes—often times—it feels too good to be true. A dream he’s bound to wake up from at any moment.
Freeing one hand from his boyfriend’s hair to bite down on his knuckles, Cater’s head strains where it cranes back against the seating. His whole body arches forward, needy and desperate but he doesn’t want it to end, wants to be edged until it’s almost too much just to make the whole thing last longer.
Opening his eyes and meeting those golden hues nearly breaks his composure completely, though. By the Seven, he looks so damn sexy working him like a hard candy. Cater whimpers in his throat, feeling his pulse throb all through his body.
It's risky, so risky, but Cater's squirming and whimpering and the look in his eyes as Idia works him over is so tempting it makes him feel reckless. He draws his tongue up the underside of Cater's dick one more time in an agonizingly slow stroke, and when he reaches the tip for a lazy swirl it transitions into him licking his lips. Those damp blue petals almost conceal the dagger-like teeth as they close over the weeping slit, deeper than a kiss but not far enough to be too dangerous. It's just enough to apply a little bit of sucking pressure, Idia's cheeks hollowing slightly before his tongue squirms over his prize again.
It's a tease, a promise for something more, but how or when there's no way to know. But Idia wraps a hand around Cater and pumps, his mouth right there and hungry for his reward. All the while, those eyes watch Cater with an uncharacteristic boldness.
The boldness pays off tenfold—Cater letting out a gasp that has his mouth opening in a full O before he manages to stifle himself. His legs shake as his hips rise completely up off the seat. It’s the most Idia’s ever dared go down on him and the payoff has him seeing stars.
His orgasm overtakes him and his body strains further, completely at his lover’s mercy. Cater can’s stop his eyes from shutting as his expression twists, hand still in Idia’s hair gripping tight.
That drawn-out gasp and the shaking more than make up for the slight discomfort of having his hair pulled. Idia does his best to catch as much of Cater's seed as possible, though a few drips fall onto the fingers clamped around his boyfriend's length. Swallowing what's in his mouth, he starts to lick his hand and Cater's softening cock clean, not wanting to leave any evidence of their encounter behind for the staff. Though who is he to deny it's equally as much about teasing his overstimulated lover?
Idia licks his lips as he finally sits up, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against one of Cater's flushed cheeks. "GG. Feeling good, Cay?"
It's harder to stifle the sharp whimpers that escape him as Idia's tongue teases his red, still-throbbing member. His body falls back against his seat only for his hips to jolt involuntarily at each brush of stimulation. Clearly, Cater doesn't mind the mild torture--the hand in Idia's hair relaxing and expression dreamy.
"Mmm," he agrees, eyes still closed as he brings his arms around Idia to pull him close. "So, so good."
His heartbeat is still spiked under his skin, pulse thrumming as he breathes through the aftershocks. Following such frantic pleasuring, there's only one (other) thing on his mind:
Of course it’s cuddle time. With both of them cleaned up and everything tucked away, Idia pulls Cater into his arms. Laying kisses over his lover’s hair and forehead, the taller boy sighs in contentment.
“We can’t behave when we haven’t seen each other in a week. No self-control.” Another kiss in Cater’s hair, this one lingering long enough for him to breathe that familiar scent. “No regrets, either.”
Cater gets comfortable tucked against Idia's neck and can't help chuckling. He feels so braindead in the most perfect kind of way, arms wrapped around Idia's slim waist and body tangled against him like a matching puzzle piece. "Absolutely none," he agrees. "I'm like a total, insatiable nympho around you. Am I a bad influence?"
If he is, still no regrets--and his tone is playful anyway.
"Only if you think me going from almost no drive to single-target super horny is bad." Idia chuckles, soaking up the warmth of Cater's body against his. "It feels great, it puts us both in a good mood... why not go for it whenever we can?"
Especially now that they're out from under the tyrannical rules of Heartslabyul and the need to be sneaky. There won't be anyone at the cabin to pry them apart, and no one at STYX would dare to say a word to the son of the directors as long as work is getting done. It feels like they've thrown off actual physical restraints that they'd spent most of their time wearing at NRC. They're practically adults now, responsible for themselves.
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Definitely too far for the train, private compartment or not, but it’s been a week and Cater’s proximity alone is enough to drive him crazy with need. The three hour ride is more than enough for a quickie followed by lots of snuggling, right?
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There's nothing stopping them from going all the way, but the idea of leaving a mess all over the train car...definitely not a good look. And if there's any kind of emergency, neither of them are going to want to get caught with their clothes off, so those'll have to stay on...
When he finally can't take it anymore, Cater forces himself to rise up, out of kissing distance, and gives Idia a lusty smile. "Comfortable?"
As he asks, he moves his legs to carefully disengage so he can slide himself to his knees on the floor.
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He reaches out to slide his fingers slowly through Cater's hair over and over, wordless praise for his boyfriend's sweet and spicy consideration for their mutual longing. "You're irresistible," he rasps, feeling the throbbing trapped by his pants growing stronger. Once they get to their destination, they'll be on each other right inside the doorway, even with this brief reprieve.
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One hand still poised at the base, he uses his other hand to reach over and cup Idia's face sweetly, caressing the smooth swoop of his cheekbone and his jawline.
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Idia parts his fingers enough for his voice to come through, muffled and husky with desire. "You're so good to me, Cay. Don't hold back, I missed you too much." And then he presses his hand firmly over his mouth again, knowing Cater can make him loud.
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His hand works any of the skin he doesn't have his mouth on at any given point, palm massaging the swollen base. Idia could buck up into him and explode fast and hard and Cater would savor it, would drink every single drop and lick up the leftovers. This isn't a time to be teasing or draw things out--no, he wants to hear his boyfriend struggle against his body's pleas.
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He doesn't use his grip to guide his boyfriend's teasing, enjoying the movements under his touch for what they are. This isn't what he'd planned when he booked the private compartment, but he certainly won't complain. Still, they both know this will only whet their appetite for each other. Their first hours in the cabin will have nothing to do with enjoying the scenery outside.
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All the while, the straining in his own pants is almost painful--it's hard not to reach in and touch himself as he works, but he wants all of his attention focused on his task. The hand clenching into his hair encourages him just as much as the strain of Idia's abdomen, the wheeze of moans stuck in his throat.
"Mm," he huffs in a puff of hot breath in a quick instant where his mouth isn't full, pumping and wringing Idia's shaft with the tip poised at the opening of his mouth. "Gimme."
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Idia’s breathing quickens, his eyes narrowing and teeth clenching. He doesn’t bother covering his mouth anymore, that hand resting on Cater’s shoulder instead. A slight tremor in his legs becomes a full-body shudder, and with a groan muted by pressing his face into his boyfriend’s hair he climaxes. After a week without Cater it’s both a relief and a tease for what’s to come at the cabin.
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When the head finally comes away slick and clean, Cater gulps everything down and licks his lips, savoring the feeling of Idia's breath hot against his scalp. With his task completed, he reaches up to cradle Idia's head in his hands, tilting his face up so he can look at what he's sure is a lovely expression of bliss.
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“That’s definitely better with you than alone,” he breathes.
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He's not even the one that's been serviced but he feels giddy with endorphins, so happy just to have made Idia feel good...and seeing that smile is always such a reward. He leans in for another kiss, impatient in his wanting. "How much time did we kill? Are we there yet?"
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“Personally, I could go for a snack right now,” he chuckles, tugging Cater up from the floor to settle on the comfortable bench seat beside him. His spindly fingers toy with his boyfriend’s zipper as if he’s debating what to do.
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He steals one more kiss before moving to bring his lips to Idia's neck instead. "Far be it from me to steal all the refreshments."
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Idia's breath ghosts over Cater's bared flesh in a contented sigh before the slightest hint of a warm, wet tongue swirls around the damp crown. He might not be able to fully use his mouth, but he's done in enough lollipops in his lifetime for his tongue to be pretty skilled. Combine that with the practice he's gotten with Cater and his physical disadvantages aren't such a detriment. He hums in delight, lips nibbling down the shaft, tongue laving back up the pulsing vein.
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He wants to watch the changes in Idia's hair, the subtle shifting of the light, but he can't keep his eyes from fluttering closed, sucking in air as he keeps his breath as even as possible. "You're getting really good at that," he groans, keeping his voice low so he doesn't risk blurting out a loud moan. It figures--Idia's always been a fast learner.
Sometimes he feels a brush of the smooth front of Idia's teeth and his fingers tense, abdomen clenching, only to exhale in a muted gasp as wet tongue and warm lips work him up higher. "You told me not to hold back," he says then as he strokes Idia's hair, "so I'm expecting you to go all out, too."
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All the while there are soft, needy sounds in Idia's throat. Seven, how he wants to swallow Cater down to the root, feel him shudder and buck. But he loves Cater too much to cause him harm, so he laps at his treat and looks up at his boyfriend's face with those hungry golden eyes.
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Freeing one hand from his boyfriend’s hair to bite down on his knuckles, Cater’s head strains where it cranes back against the seating. His whole body arches forward, needy and desperate but he doesn’t want it to end, wants to be edged until it’s almost too much just to make the whole thing last longer.
Opening his eyes and meeting those golden hues nearly breaks his composure completely, though. By the Seven, he looks so damn sexy working him like a hard candy. Cater whimpers in his throat, feeling his pulse throb all through his body.
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It's a tease, a promise for something more, but how or when there's no way to know. But Idia wraps a hand around Cater and pumps, his mouth right there and hungry for his reward. All the while, those eyes watch Cater with an uncharacteristic boldness.
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His orgasm overtakes him and his body strains further, completely at his lover’s mercy. Cater can’s stop his eyes from shutting as his expression twists, hand still in Idia’s hair gripping tight.
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Idia licks his lips as he finally sits up, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against one of Cater's flushed cheeks. "GG. Feeling good, Cay?"
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"Mmm," he agrees, eyes still closed as he brings his arms around Idia to pull him close. "So, so good."
His heartbeat is still spiked under his skin, pulse thrumming as he breathes through the aftershocks. Following such frantic pleasuring, there's only one (other) thing on his mind:
"Cuddle time?"
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“We can’t behave when we haven’t seen each other in a week. No self-control.” Another kiss in Cater’s hair, this one lingering long enough for him to breathe that familiar scent. “No regrets, either.”
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If he is, still no regrets--and his tone is playful anyway.
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Especially now that they're out from under the tyrannical rules of Heartslabyul and the need to be sneaky. There won't be anyone at the cabin to pry them apart, and no one at STYX would dare to say a word to the son of the directors as long as work is getting done. It feels like they've thrown off actual physical restraints that they'd spent most of their time wearing at NRC. They're practically adults now, responsible for themselves.
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