caycay | I've Been Lonely

He has the best boyfriend ever. Idia nods and offers a thumbs-up along with a shy grin. With all this they can hole up for a couple of days, unwind in each other’s arms before attempting to explore nature. Well, after they wind each other up first. Hopefully they can get the perishables away before they start getting handsy.

Of course, Idia pays for everything. They both have things to contribute to this vacation, Idia’s mainly being a deep well of cash while Cater has the necessary skills to keep them from starving. So they’re equal, right? Will Cater start to feel like a sugar baby? Okay, letting the split card squad carry stuff makes Idia feel better about that possibility.

(Deep breaths, nerd. Don’t ruin the vacation on the first day with your broken brain!)

“If you’re tired by the time we get to the cabin, I’ll make it up to you.” He has a few relaxing and non-sexy things in his stuff for that, in case of the sore muscles he’s anticipating after hiking or… other things.

They got a bit too much for Cater to carry with one arm, so once they’re outside, a few split cards are manifested. Could’ve probably gotten away with one or two, but the thief insists on taking Idia’s luggage with a wink. Now the two lovebirds can stroll at a much more relaxed pace, hands clasped again.

The other Caters definitely whine about it before they laugh and back off, giving a respectful distance and talking amongst themselves as they make their way to their retreat.

“Ooooh?” Cater gives Idia a sly look. “Maybe I’ll be so exhausted I’ll just faint right into your arms.”

Idia giggles. It’s so nice to be able to hold hands like this. Once they arrive at the cabin, he’s going to give each of the split cards a kiss before they vanish as thanks for their efforts. “Cay, if you’re tired enough to faint, do you really think my nerdy self will make it there with anything left in my stamina bar? Even without using magic?”

He’s somewhat aware of the trees towering over them as they walk the trail, the shade cool and the breeze gentle. The sound of the river running side by side with the trail provides a pleasant white noise in the background. But even with all of it surrounding them, the only thing at the center of Idia’s focus is Cater. Nothing could be more beautiful, not a perfect string of code or the most advanced tech or a quiet forest. It’s Cater, and he’s all Idia’s for the summer.

"There you go with that pesky logic of yours," Cater sighs with a fake whine before coming right back with another grin. "Okay! That's settled then. We'll take it nice and slow so neither of us gets too wiped out. That way you can pamper me at the best of your abilities."

It is a nice walk, regardless. In the thick of nature, it's no longer too hot or too bright, and there's no one else around to distract them or make them feel at all self-conscious. The atmosphere is easy to find solace in, and Cater finds that the silence is peaceful alongside his boyfriend. Even though he has plenty of energy, he keeps drifting into Idia's side, instinctive in his want for closeness.

Still, as decent of a hike as it is, the cabin comes into sight in what feels for Cater like no time at all. "Ah! Here we go! They key should be in the lockbox--you have the code?"

Thankfully Idia's not too winded when they arrive, though his legs do feel a little tired. The slope of the trail to the cabin is far easier than what he knows he'll be encouraged to try over the next several weeks. His noodle body will get a workout in more ways than one, though he's looking forward to some of it. Trying not to think too hard about what's in store (so his hair doesn't give him away), he approaches the lockbox and punches in the code he was given in the rental email. With a soft beep, the cover unlatches and he retrieves the key.

"Dun duun duuun duuuun!" The lilting success! jingle dances from his lips on a chuckle as he unlocks the front door, which opens into a modest but beautiful open space with hardwood floors and soft earth tone colors. The high ceiling of the foyer leads into a living room at the far end with a sprawling stone fireplace, floor to ceiling windows, a comfortable couch, and even a few loveseat-sized beanbag chairs. A open doorway to the right reveals the dining room and kitchen, while a hallway to the left likely leads to the bedroom and bathroom. It's a perfect space for two people, cozy and private. While it's not huge, the cost of the place is obvious in the quality of everything and how perfectly maintained it is.

Idia lets go of Cater's hand to peek around the corner into the kitchen and dining area. "Oh... wow, this is even nicer than the photos. Not what I'm used to, but it's... calming?" And there's plenty of space on the kitchen island vaguely separating the cooking and eating areas for them to set their supplies down.

Idia doesn't get much farther. As soon as he's shrugged the luggage he's still carrying off of his shoulders he's coming up to wrap his arms around Idia's lanky middle. "Sweet loot, achieved!"

The keys? The house? Idia himself? All of the above?

The three split cards make their way past the couple to set the groceries down in the kitchen. The one with Idia's things sets them beside Cater's. "Want us to put these away?"

"Mmm, I think we got it from here," Cater replies. "Thanks for the assist, mes!"

Of course, they all want their own chance at Idia before being dispelled. Who would Cater be to deny himselves that much?

And Idia is more than happy to oblige, was planning on it before the split cards even turn his way. With the original's arms wrapped around him from behind, he reaches out to hug each clone and give them a sweet, chaste kiss on the lips. They're a part of his boyfriend, and so he loves them as well.

"GG," he giggles to each one in turn. "Thanks n' love for you."

Affection and acceptance for all parts of Cater, Idia wouldn't have it any other way.

"GG!" Each one responds in turn, vanishing after their respective hug and kiss until finally, it's just the two of them. No more train staff, no more townsfolk...just one Idia Shroud and just one Cater Diamond. The latter of the two squeezes him a little more tightly.

"And now...am I stuck in here with you, or are you stuck in here with me? Wahaha!" He cackles into Idia's back before reluctantly letting go and peeking around the side of his body with a cheeky grin on his face. "But I'll try not to get ahead of myself. Those groceries won't store themselves."

Snickering, Idia gives Cater a brief peck on the lips before moving to start unpacking grocery bags. He takes charge of the cold goods, sorting things out the way he remembers seeing items arranged in the fridge and freezer in STYX when he was a kid: meat on the lowest shelf in case of drips, eggs on the top shelf so nothing falls on them, produce in the drawer. His eidetic memory guides him and won't let him deviate from something that's normally not part of his usual activities.

Though he does sneak a few grapes before putting them away. Ah, sweet and refreshing!

"So... what's for lunch, then?" The way he asks is casual, but there's the slightest hint of playfulness that speaks volumes that only Cater would know how to read.

Since Idia's got the perishables taken care of, Cater works on putting away the boxes goods and snacks. A couple things get to stay out on the counter for easy access while the rest find a place to stay in one of the empty cabinets. Fortunately, it looks like there's plenty of equipment and utensils for them to utilize during their stay.

Without missing a beat, Cater strikes a pose at the question. "I can serve up some sweet ass."

Torn between an entertained cackle and a surge of desire at the raunchy invitation, Idia darts in and yanks Cater against him in a hug that has one spindly hand gripping an asscheek. "Mmm, and I'm hungry. Sounds like what we both crave, huh?"

Wow, was that actually kinda smooth? Is Cater rubbing off on him? And was that another double entendre? He'd think about it more, but he's too busy pushing Cater back up against the kitchen island and kissing him breathless.

There's something that's still so incredibly thrilling about when Idia has that confidence to reach out and take what he wants--the desire to grab and pull him close. A new wave of arousal spikes down his body, and following his boyfriend's lead he uses a hand on the edge of the counter to hoist up onto it, wrapping his legs around Idia's hips and his arms around his neck. He's careful, of course, not to break their kiss as he moves. At least not until they're both thoroughly red in face--that's when he whispers hotly into Idia's ear, "I've got a hot sausage cooking with your name on it."

Cater drags his lips and tongue down to his neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin there and eager to see the change in Idia's hair color that gives away his passion.

Cater's proving to be both enticing and infuriating with that move, trapping Idia in a position where he's happy to be and yet wanting to reach his bag for something specific. After all, they're in the kitchen and Cater did say he has a meal ready for Idia. The pink winding through his hair is already tipping over into a bold red, but even with that obvious sign it's not as if Idia's trying to hide how turned on he is. He grinds against his boyfriend, the low rumble in his throat enough to raise goosebumps with how passion-soaked the sound is.

"Oh, I have plans for you, Cay," he growls softly. "I'm gonna devour you."

Despite his aggressive teasing, Idia's voice is so tantalizing it would bring him to his knees if he wasn't sitting on the island. He doesn't want to break away, but the declaration has him wanting to look at Idia fully in the face, so he frees Idia to lean back on his palms. He gazes at his beloved with lusty eyes, breath already coming a bit harder. "Promise?"

“Promise,” Idia breathes as he pulls away. “Close your eyes. No peeking.”

Once he’s sure Cater isn’t looking, he swiftly goes to one of his bags, digging out a small metal and opening it. Inside are several cloth pouches and plastic containers, one of which looks like a mouth guard or retainer case. In fact he does take out a rather odd mouth guard made of thin, strong silicone-like material that he pops over his teeth. It’s the most comfortable iteration of the item he’s been able to make so far, even if it’s not completely so for him yet. It was the only one that prevented all damage to his various “test subjects.”

Taking a deep breath, he goes back to Cater and reaches for the zipper on his boyfriend’s pants. Pulling his erection free, he starts out with a few slow strokes to throw the ginger boy off track, get him going. Once Cater is squirming under his touch, Idia leans down to run his tongue up and down, getting everything nice and wet.

Cater lets out a breathy "ooooh" when Idia tells him to close his eyes, smiling as he obliges him. Whatever Idia's conspiring, it's gotta be good. There's still an easy grin on his face as he relaxes back on his hands, wondering what's in store for him as he hears Idia go to his bag--and when those deft fingers come for his zipper, Cater widens his legs obligingly, giving his boyfriend plenty of access.

His lips part lightly at the familiar, all-too-welcome touch of those expert fingers against his hardening shaft, a soft moan of contentment escaping him. By now, Idia knows all too well how to rile him, and it doesn't take long at all before he's filling the air with sounds of pleasure. Cater's head is thrown back, eyes still closed, as Idia's tongue touches him. It's a good thing they had a warm-up round in the train, otherwise even that much might have him writhing in desperation for more. For now, though, it feels perfect.

It's the kind of Deja vu he could definitely get used to. Still, it does nothing to dull his curiosity. Just what is he being prepared for? He can barely contain himself from asking if he should be worried.

Licks and kisses not only rile Cater up, they give Idia time to build his confidence. For all that he practiced on stand-ins, this is his first attempt at a subject that can feel pain. If he messes up, he’ll never forgive himself. He knows it’s the malware talking, but the possibility is real and frightening. Still, he wants to do this.

There’s a brief pause, a gentle kiss to his tip, and then Cater will feel those lips part around him as they did once before. But… then they keep going, a soft but snug ring descending lower around his length. Past his lips there’s something hard but slippery, followed by the soft wetness of a cradling tongue and the heat of a mouth. Idia’s fingers curl around the bottom half, not wanting to go too far, but the part in his mouth is sucked and teased with gentle curiosity.

At first, Cater isn't taken too by surprise, being that this is a move Idia had done on the train--except, then it isn't. He keeps going and Cater jolts from a mixture of shock and pleasure as his hot, wet mouth takes him in, cocooning him. Sucking in a hard breath, his eyes fly open without thinking.

"I-Idia--?" He can barely get out an actual question as he releases the air he took in, moaning hard as his body shudders. His hips want to buck up and in, chase that sensation, but his position on the edge of the counter keeps him from going anywhere, his abdomen clenching and his face contorting in pleasure. It's clear what he wants to ask, but...

Well, Idia can explain later. He's busy.

Busy and focused, because this is his first real attempt at oral and he wants so desperately not to hurt Cater. Keeping his hand in place and squeezing rhythmically, he starts bobbing his head at a slow pace. His tongue hugs his treat, lips snugly puckered and teeth cushioned so there’s only slight pressure rather than scraping sharpness.

He can feel the tension in his boyfriend’s body, free hand braced on Cater’s thigh. That gasp and the quivering of his name means it’s good, right? It’s not just apprehension? Idia glances up through his lashes to see the pleasure etched into Cater’s expression, not realizing how hot and sinful it makes him look with his mouth full of cock.

Oh fuck, oh Seven, oh Idia! Cater feels separate from his body--it's been so long since he's had this, and never with the love of his life, that he couldn't at all have anticipated just how good it feels. The heat enveloped around his most sensitive place, the pressure, the wetness, the thorough attention being showered upon him from tip to shaft...

Cater goes from leaning back to leaning forward, hands gripped against the edge of the counter so intently that his knuckles are bleached. He wants to put his hands in Idia's hair but can't trust himself not to pull too tightly when he feels so out of control of himself. He breaths in panting moans, eyes rolling closed whenever he dares a look and sees Idia staring at him with those beautiful eyes of his, mouth stuffed with him. It's so much--too much and his legs quiver desperately.

This time, it's Idia's turn to see him writhe like it's their first time together, pre-cum spilling from his tip as he tries to hold on longer than he knows he can.

Idia hasn’t learned much in the way of technique, too embarrassed to watch IRL porn and not trusting 2D smut to be accurate enough to avoid mishaps. But he’s enthusiastic enough, especially with all of Cater’s squirming and moaning. Knowing he’s doing well, tasting the evidence of growing arousal on his tongue, is as intoxicating as having his boyfriend’s hands on him. His own pants grow tight but he ignores it in favor of slurping his way back up to swirl his tongue over Cater’s leaking tip.

“Can I taste you?” he murmurs shyly, still watching through long midnight lashes. Without waiting for an answer, he dives back down to take Cater in as far as he dares.

Just like that, Cater reaches his breaking point. What little self-control he has to hover in that realm of pleasure evaporates when Idia asks such an unbearably cute-yet-sexy question. Emotions meet ecstasy when Idia dives back in and Cater cries out, hips jerking as his body gives in to his boyfriend's sweet demands, spilling his seed over that waiting tongue.

His orgasm shoots through him in waves, head swimming. Feeling like he might tip over if he weren't anchoring himself with all his strength to the island, Cater all but sings for his boyfriend, back of his feet thumping against the cabinets from his wriggling.

Idia startles a bit at the sudden eruption, even though he asked for it. Struggling not to lose a single drop, he backs off enough to swallow while still sucking at the head. When he pulls back with a muffled pop, he keeps his head down shyly and licks his lips. Still tastes weird, but the act of pleasuring his boyfriend makes it more than worthwhile.

For a minute or two he simply stands there, rubbing Cater’s thighs through his pants with both hands to coax him down gradually. When he speaks his voice comes out somewhat rough and a bit like he has something in the front of his mouth. “How do you—“ He pauses and reaches up to take something translucent and oddly flexible off his top and bottom teeth. “How do you feel? Any discomfort?” Though he’s still raspy, the lisping distortion is gone.

Breath shuddering as he comes down from that explosive high, Cater keeps his eyes closed, focusing on the soothing sensation of Idia's hands on his legs. He can't help it--as his brain catches back up to him he feels his face heating up even further out of a shock of mortification.

"Idia, OMFG, I popped off like it was my first time!" He groans, but even then he gives a bashful laugh. "I feel like a virgin all over again."

He peeks between his fingers, knowing that without any added reassurances Idia might worry. "Aside from being totally embarrassed I feel amazeballs. How did you...?" Seeing the thing he's taken out of his mouth, Cater corrects himself. "What did you make?"

Blushing and with the pink in his hair spreading further, Idia hold up a pair of semi-clear objects that look like firm gel. It’s easy to tell at a glance that they’re designed to fit over Idia’s unique teeth, with a slightly darker bluish tint along the sharp edge and point of each tooth.

“That blue color is a special material that’s highly slice- and puncture- resistant even in a thin layer. It’s just enough to blunt my teeth so I can’t scratch or prick you. I mean, it wouldn’t stop me if I really bit down hard but it’s not like I’m planning on that, and if I did it would suck even if my teeth were normal….” He’s gone into fast rambling mode, somehow embarrassed and enthusiastic at the same time.

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