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.
"I can't get enough of you either," he says in an echoed statement, chasing that saucy kiss with another one, sucking Idia's tongue as he delves in deep. He wants it hot and messy and unrestrained, holding Idia in one arm while his other reaches down so he can get a firm hold on that rutting member and give him more friction to push into.
When Idia's mouth leaves his to explore his skin, he moans softly, arousal growing once again as his body recovers from its earlier explosion. "Don't hold back," he all but begs.
Idia groans, hips jerking as Cater grips him. He can’t move too far down his boyfriend’s body like this, but it doesn’t matter. His lips and tongue soothe the places his teeth gently nip. He traces the contours of jawline and Adam’s apple, lingers over the thrumming of the pulse at Cater’s neck.
That desperate plea, though… it makes Idia crave more. He remembers something that feels like it happened a lifetime ago, when he was scared of these new adventures. It’s almost instinct that has him gently pry Cater’s fingers away so he can press their lengths together, taking them both in his own hand to stroke slowly. Cater’s flesh against his is so hot it makes him dizzy, Idia burying his face in his boyfriend’s hair to muffle a whine.
Oh, the things that Idia Shroud does to him. The sound of his voice in this pleasured state is more than enough to rile him up, so between that and the sensations on his hot skin that his lover produces with his teeth and tongue his own body is starting to squirm, his hips wanting to buck and move.
Even without clear thought, Cater automatically follows Idia's gentle, silent orders. Moving his hand out of the way, he uses it to hold Idia closer as their shafts are made to create friction against one another. It has been so long since they've done that, hasn't it? Since their first time being intimate.
But now, Idia's the one taking the lead--Cater would be proud if he wasn't so distracted. "I love you," he moans on a whine. As always, Idia's slowness is the most perfect kind of torture, long fingers keeping him from thrusting wildly in his grasp. "I love you so much."
If not for Idia's mouth drifting through copper hair to the helix of Cater's ear, teeth and tongue teasing there, he might echo the sentiment. But instead of words he lets touch speak for him. Along Cater's ear, the curve of his jaw, down his neck to the perfect spot over his collarbone, and there he sucks a red mark into bloom. They can leave those now with no one to see them. It's wonderful to stop holding back. He squeezes and strokes, their heartbeats synchronizing so the pulse in his grip matches perfectly from both sides. He wants their bodies to simmer, not boil over, this isn't the time for them to fumble their way to a too-quick release.
So to that end, Idia doesn't linger, though he knows Cater feels as bereft as he does once he lets go to grab the lube instead. Sitting up so he can gaze down at his boyfriend sprawled in the sheets, he slicks his fingers and rubs them together to warm the gel. There's no hiding the soft, fond smile on his lips, his flames pooling pink and warm down his back and onto the bed.
"My Legendary SSR... my Player 2." His fingers stroke between Cater's legs, slow and with barely any pressure. "All mine. I'm so selfish, but I don't care." A fingertip barely pushes in and pulls back, teasing. "I want you so much." Another press, like a slow push of a controller button. "I love you, Cay."
An involuntary whine escapes him when Idia pulls away, but he settles back and smiles as he watches his lover, eyes hazy and mystified. He can feel the gently blooming pressure on his skin in the space where Idia left a mark, wants to savor that fresh feeling. "You're not selfish," he promises, reaching for Idia's free hand with his own as he opens his legs wider.
Cater sighs, enduring the sweet teasing with a bite of his lower lip, hips chasing the penetration, begging for more.
Idia’s smile takes on the slightest hints of shyness at the praise, but where he would’ve protested before he only blushes more and finally sinks his finger into Cater. He starts moving slowly, barely curling his fingertip and purposefully missing that hot spot inside. Teasing his boyfriend has become one of his favorite things, as much of a thrill as debugging difficult code or the first successful boot-up of a new system. He loves seeing those spring green eyes fog over with desire.
“How do you want me, Cay? Wanna kiss and be sweet, or do you wanna go wild n’ freaky?” He curls his finger again as if beckoning, then one becomes two the next time he pushes in, scissoring. “Eye contact or no? You know it’s good no matter what.”
With a noise of pleasured agony, Cater's eyes flutter. His mouth parts, muscles of his abdomen straining the more he wants--the closer that Idia gets before pulling back again and again. "I want it all," he tells him, huffing out another moan. Sweet, hard, messy, loving...all of it, all the time, forever. "But I want to see you."
That much, at least, Cater's able to make up his mind on. Those incredible eyes, Idia's beautiful, individual uniqueness.
Idia wants to tease him. He wants Cater to come undone on his fingers, then again and again with their bodies tangled. He wants to draw this out, when they have all the time in the world at long last.
But the need to be inside his sweet, adorable partner wins out. He's been craving it since their encounter on the train, fanned the flames in the kitchen, and now he can't ignore his body's-- or his heart's-- cries for more. So from the instant his fingers slide free Idia slim weight presses Cater into the bed, hips shifting restlessly as he finds his target. Even as he slowly spreads his boyfriend open around him, his hands guide the ginger boy's legs around his waist. Envelop, entangle, ensnare... Idia groans with his head bowed over Cater as they join, dizzy with the thought that if they were any closer they might actually melt into one. His forehead settles against Cater's, his eyes slitted and dark, a drunken sort of smile on his lips.
Cater's happy to follow along with all of Idia's movements. He locks his ankles around one another as his legs settle into the places they've been guided, breath stolen as his arms snake around Idia's back and pull their bodies even tighter together. Being here, like this, Idia's hair blanketing them in a realm of softly-toned flame. It's warm, warm in a deeper way than just the heat of their bodies.
And now, eating up every sound and every word that Idia speaks, Cater wants to steal his breath, too. He nuzzles their faces together where they connect at the forehead, tilting up so their noses press, and then their lips.
"All of me is yours to take," he murmurs before his tongue slides in and tangles their mouth together more fully. Cater's fingers caress against Idia's shoulder blades, gentle and loving.
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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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When Idia's mouth leaves his to explore his skin, he moans softly, arousal growing once again as his body recovers from its earlier explosion. "Don't hold back," he all but begs.
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That desperate plea, though… it makes Idia crave more. He remembers something that feels like it happened a lifetime ago, when he was scared of these new adventures. It’s almost instinct that has him gently pry Cater’s fingers away so he can press their lengths together, taking them both in his own hand to stroke slowly. Cater’s flesh against his is so hot it makes him dizzy, Idia burying his face in his boyfriend’s hair to muffle a whine.
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Even without clear thought, Cater automatically follows Idia's gentle, silent orders. Moving his hand out of the way, he uses it to hold Idia closer as their shafts are made to create friction against one another. It has been so long since they've done that, hasn't it? Since their first time being intimate.
But now, Idia's the one taking the lead--Cater would be proud if he wasn't so distracted. "I love you," he moans on a whine. As always, Idia's slowness is the most perfect kind of torture, long fingers keeping him from thrusting wildly in his grasp. "I love you so much."
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So to that end, Idia doesn't linger, though he knows Cater feels as bereft as he does once he lets go to grab the lube instead. Sitting up so he can gaze down at his boyfriend sprawled in the sheets, he slicks his fingers and rubs them together to warm the gel. There's no hiding the soft, fond smile on his lips, his flames pooling pink and warm down his back and onto the bed.
"My Legendary SSR... my Player 2." His fingers stroke between Cater's legs, slow and with barely any pressure. "All mine. I'm so selfish, but I don't care." A fingertip barely pushes in and pulls back, teasing. "I want you so much." Another press, like a slow push of a controller button. "I love you, Cay."
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Cater sighs, enduring the sweet teasing with a bite of his lower lip, hips chasing the penetration, begging for more.
"You're beautiful."
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“How do you want me, Cay? Wanna kiss and be sweet, or do you wanna go wild n’ freaky?” He curls his finger again as if beckoning, then one becomes two the next time he pushes in, scissoring. “Eye contact or no? You know it’s good no matter what.”
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That much, at least, Cater's able to make up his mind on. Those incredible eyes, Idia's beautiful, individual uniqueness.
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But the need to be inside his sweet, adorable partner wins out. He's been craving it since their encounter on the train, fanned the flames in the kitchen, and now he can't ignore his body's-- or his heart's-- cries for more. So from the instant his fingers slide free Idia slim weight presses Cater into the bed, hips shifting restlessly as he finds his target. Even as he slowly spreads his boyfriend open around him, his hands guide the ginger boy's legs around his waist. Envelop, entangle, ensnare... Idia groans with his head bowed over Cater as they join, dizzy with the thought that if they were any closer they might actually melt into one. His forehead settles against Cater's, his eyes slitted and dark, a drunken sort of smile on his lips.
"Mine...," he breathes. "All mine, my Cater...."
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And now, eating up every sound and every word that Idia speaks, Cater wants to steal his breath, too. He nuzzles their faces together where they connect at the forehead, tilting up so their noses press, and then their lips.
"All of me is yours to take," he murmurs before his tongue slides in and tangles their mouth together more fully. Cater's fingers caress against Idia's shoulder blades, gentle and loving.
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