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...
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.
Aside from the sound of his catching breath, Cater's quiet as he listens to Idia's slightly-manic explanation, hands still splayed over his face. With a huff, his previous laugh comes back, this time in a somewhat disbelieving giggle. "Idia Shroud," he says slowly. "One of, if not the most talented engineer of our generation, using his genius talent to safely suck dick."
When one lays it out in such simple terms, he can't help giggling even more. It's absolutely absurd. He has given his heart to the best, most ridiculous boy in the whole of Twisted Wonderland.
"You're brilliant, you know that?"
Cater slides off of the counter and all but tackles Idia to plant the biggest kiss on him, arms coiling fiercely around his slender shoulders.
Idia manages to catch Cater, melting into the kiss and returning the embrace just as tightly. It’s not a question of brilliance, he’d want to accomplish this even if he wasn’t a genius. Cater has done so much for him, and having limits on their time together— whether from their own bodies or outside interference— is something Idia is determined to overcome.
“That’s just the first thing I worked on while you were away,” he chuckles when the kiss breaks. “But I want to spread out the surprises, we’re gonna be here for a while. So no snooping, okay?”
"No snooping," he promises. Clearly his brain is coming back to him, because he follows the reassurance up with a playful, "I'd just hate to be such a naughty boy that I'd have to be punished."
Cater winds his hands through Idia's hair, wanting to wrap himself up in his boyfriend like he's a heated blanket. "And besides, I have some surprises for you, too. They're not going to be anywhere near as mind-blowing...but I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't show some self-control when expecting the same from you."
Idia chuckles at the whole "naughty boy" comment, enjoying the light tugging on his scalp from the hands in his hair. His arousal is gradually cooling off, not that it bothers him. The mental rush from surprising Cater into a brain-busting climax is almost as good.
Oh, so his dear boyfriend has surprises for him, too? Cocking his head slightly to one side, Idia grins with playful curiosity. "I'd say sex within ten minutes of walking in the front door isn't the pinnacle of self-control. Though if we hadn't fooled around on the train it might've been closer to five."
“I’d see that five and raise you two.” His hands run down farther until they reach Idia’s shoulders, moving from his hair down his chest. “If we didn’t have groceries, I’d have fucked you right against the front door.”
Cater gives him that sly, cheeky look. His face is still horribly flushed, but as he catches his breath he’s right back to that sinful, shameless self that Idia knows and loves so well. “Too bad…that’ll have to wait until the next time we go outside.”
The mental image of Cater pinning him to the door and slamming home inside him leaves Idia weak at the knees. He bites his lip against a whimper. Much as the looming threat of nature hikes and other such exertion freaks him out, the potential rewards upon returning to the cabin more than make up for it. He might really get a decent amount of exercise.
“If you’re still tired from the train and the walk and the split cards, we could go unequip and cuddle in bed for a few hours,” he breathes hoarsely. Of course, the chance of sleep coming before another round of sex is always uncertain with them. Best laid plans become got laid instead of following the plan so easily.
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"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.
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"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."
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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.
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Without missing a beat, Cater strikes a pose at the question. "I can serve up some sweet ass."
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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.
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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.
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"Oh, I have plans for you, Cay," he growls softly. "I'm gonna devour you."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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"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?"
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“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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When one lays it out in such simple terms, he can't help giggling even more. It's absolutely absurd. He has given his heart to the best, most ridiculous boy in the whole of Twisted Wonderland.
"You're brilliant, you know that?"
Cater slides off of the counter and all but tackles Idia to plant the biggest kiss on him, arms coiling fiercely around his slender shoulders.
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“That’s just the first thing I worked on while you were away,” he chuckles when the kiss breaks. “But I want to spread out the surprises, we’re gonna be here for a while. So no snooping, okay?”
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Cater winds his hands through Idia's hair, wanting to wrap himself up in his boyfriend like he's a heated blanket. "And besides, I have some surprises for you, too. They're not going to be anywhere near as mind-blowing...but I'd be a hypocrite if I didn't show some self-control when expecting the same from you."
Well. "Just not too much self-control."
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Oh, so his dear boyfriend has surprises for him, too? Cocking his head slightly to one side, Idia grins with playful curiosity. "I'd say sex within ten minutes of walking in the front door isn't the pinnacle of self-control. Though if we hadn't fooled around on the train it might've been closer to five."
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Cater gives him that sly, cheeky look. His face is still horribly flushed, but as he catches his breath he’s right back to that sinful, shameless self that Idia knows and loves so well. “Too bad…that’ll have to wait until the next time we go outside.”
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“If you’re still tired from the train and the walk and the split cards, we could go unequip and cuddle in bed for a few hours,” he breathes hoarsely. Of course, the chance of sleep coming before another round of sex is always uncertain with them. Best laid plans become got laid instead of following the plan so easily.
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