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.
There's a sparkle in those green eyes--Cater totally seeing the effect that his sexy promise had on his boyfriend. That sneaky grin widens as he leans in even closer, pressed in all but nose-to-nose, just far enough away so he can keep staring into that beautiful face. "You've reinvigorated me."
He trails a finger down Idia's middle, knowing that his own genitalia is waiting at the end of that line. "Wanna go break it in?"
The slow spread of the soft smile to a toothy, lustful grin is pure Idia. "Private test server? I'm in."
He leans close, nipping Cater's lower lip with gentle precision before soothing the spot with his tongue. Then he starts tugging his boyfriend toward the hallway leading to the bedroom, grateful they won't have to separate to bother with stairs.
Definitely one of his favorite Idia looks--not that he'd ever really want to pick one over the other. They're all Idia: all beautiful, perfect for every mood of his, no matter how fleeting.
It's going to be a slow-moving, clumsy pace. Cater barely remembers to grab a bottle of lube (knowing that once they're in that bedroom they're not going to want to leave it) before he's wrapping himself around Idia again, tying their tongues together. He uses his hips and his feet to undress further as they go, kicking off his shoes and working to slide his pants down his hips.
The whole thing wracks him with giggles but he's determined to leave a trail of clothing behind them without taking his hands off his boyfriend.
Cater’s not the only one stripping as they go. Idia almost trips while stepping on his heels to pop off his sneakers. One hand fumbles with fasteners until his pants drop from his hips, almost stumbling over those too. So clumsy, but all he cares about is getting Cater naked under him. Clothes left behind like soft stepping stones down the hall, underwear the last at the side of the big, soft bed, and they pull each other down onto the covers while still kissing.
Idia’s hair throws splashes of pink and red light across the sunny glow of the room, golden-white speckles of daytime painting them in kind through the windows and the rustling leaves outside. The fire-haired boy delves deep into his boyfriend’s mouth, hands gripping hips as he grinds his stiff length hungrily into Cater’s thigh. No one’s going to walk in on them, no one will hear them, no one will pull them apart at a non-existent curfew. They’re free here.
When they fall into the bed together, Cater's still smiling. His arms coil around Idia, holding him close. There's no need for teasing words--that mouth suctioned to his gives him all the encouragement he needs, tongue dancing across his boyfriend's and flirting dangerously with the pointed tips of his teeth. He moans into their liplock, pressing his pelvis upward to provide him more friction.
Seven, how he wants him--the sexually charged energy is just as potent as it's ever been, especially now with so many new emotions to unpack. Cater breaks the kiss only enough to speak, husky words still breathy against Idia's lips. "How do you want me?"
Because he wants Idia in every possible way he can think of, and he doesn't have the patience to decide where to start.
“Like this,” Idia breathes. “Wanna look you in the eyes, kiss you… can get experimental later.” He dives in for another kiss, carefully sucking Cater’s lower lip as he pulls back again. “Can’t get enough of you, Cay.”
The reality that they’re alone together for weeks has him reeling with joy. He wants to hear Cater moan without restraint, watch his eyes fog over in pleasure. They’ve been through so much and this is their reward. They can leave hickeys in obvious places, they can be loud or move around this space naked, they can spend any moments they want in each other’s arms, making love or simply cuddling, without fear of being caught. Even when they get to STYX now, they’ll be together.
It’s the start of a new chapter for both of them. Looking down at Cater’s sun-dappled body, Idia could almost cry in relief. But instead he mouths at Cater’s jaw, moving down his neck as he rocks against his boyfriend.
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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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He trails a finger down Idia's middle, knowing that his own genitalia is waiting at the end of that line. "Wanna go break it in?"
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He leans close, nipping Cater's lower lip with gentle precision before soothing the spot with his tongue. Then he starts tugging his boyfriend toward the hallway leading to the bedroom, grateful they won't have to separate to bother with stairs.
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It's going to be a slow-moving, clumsy pace. Cater barely remembers to grab a bottle of lube (knowing that once they're in that bedroom they're not going to want to leave it) before he's wrapping himself around Idia again, tying their tongues together. He uses his hips and his feet to undress further as they go, kicking off his shoes and working to slide his pants down his hips.
The whole thing wracks him with giggles but he's determined to leave a trail of clothing behind them without taking his hands off his boyfriend.
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Idia’s hair throws splashes of pink and red light across the sunny glow of the room, golden-white speckles of daytime painting them in kind through the windows and the rustling leaves outside. The fire-haired boy delves deep into his boyfriend’s mouth, hands gripping hips as he grinds his stiff length hungrily into Cater’s thigh. No one’s going to walk in on them, no one will hear them, no one will pull them apart at a non-existent curfew. They’re free here.
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Seven, how he wants him--the sexually charged energy is just as potent as it's ever been, especially now with so many new emotions to unpack. Cater breaks the kiss only enough to speak, husky words still breathy against Idia's lips. "How do you want me?"
Because he wants Idia in every possible way he can think of, and he doesn't have the patience to decide where to start.
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The reality that they’re alone together for weeks has him reeling with joy. He wants to hear Cater moan without restraint, watch his eyes fog over in pleasure. They’ve been through so much and this is their reward. They can leave hickeys in obvious places, they can be loud or move around this space naked, they can spend any moments they want in each other’s arms, making love or simply cuddling, without fear of being caught. Even when they get to STYX now, they’ll be together.
It’s the start of a new chapter for both of them. Looking down at Cater’s sun-dappled body, Idia could almost cry in relief. But instead he mouths at Cater’s jaw, moving down his neck as he rocks against his boyfriend.
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