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.
Missing out on this kind of bliss is unthinkable now. They’d been so foolish and scared, but they’ve grown together and now they have all this. Idia could cry, he can’t believe how much everything has changed. He almost can’t move yet, overcome by the enormity of making love to Cater without fear of being caught. It’s the start of their lives together.
He kisses Cater until breathing through his nose isn’t enough, breaking away to rain kisses over the ginger’s cheeks, his jaw, his neck and shoulders. Hips roll, the slow push and pull drawing a desperate noise from Idia. He can feel the warmth of sunlight on his back from the window, the golden glow through his pink flames like strawberry lemonade.
“Cay… I’m all yours, Cay….” How can his heart be any more full than it already is? But he can feel the warmth growing, chasing away the cold, until he can almost forget he had ever been lost.
Cater watches Idia through half-lidded eyes whenever they flutter open, torn between savoring every sensation and preserving a picture-perfect snapshot in his memories of this time between them. His hands roam, cupping, caressing, tangling, loving all of him as their bodies push and pull against each other at an easy, natural pace.
The intercourse is secondary to everything else, just another piece of the puzzle that is this expression of gratitude and devotion toward one another. Cater kisses Idia just as much in return, lips dotting and sliding against his pale skin. Every little angle, to him, is perfect no matter how sharp or strange.
"I'm so in love with you," he murmurs, almost as if to himself--but it's an admission he's more than happy to share with his lover.
There's no denying the warm, aching flutter in Idia's chest at those words. So much love and he feels like he'll burst. Is this really what it's like to live in the light? Is he truly allowed to have this? Again, as he has so many times in the past months, he swears he's dreaming and prays he'll never wake up from it. Even if this joy puts him at risk for the curse burning him, he refuses to give any of it up.
He moves without reservation, knowing that no one will walk in to catch them, no curfew to dodge and no need to restrain any sound. A deep lunge pulls a loud groan from him, hands sliding under Cater's backside to squeeze, hold, lift. Closer, he wants to be closer even if it's physically impossible, his flames brightly wild with pink and red, curls of fire licking at the air in coils almost like looping hearts. Their mouths find each other again, sharing breath, tongues tangling. More, more, more, he's selfish and greedy but it's okay because they both are, for each other.
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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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He kisses Cater until breathing through his nose isn’t enough, breaking away to rain kisses over the ginger’s cheeks, his jaw, his neck and shoulders. Hips roll, the slow push and pull drawing a desperate noise from Idia. He can feel the warmth of sunlight on his back from the window, the golden glow through his pink flames like strawberry lemonade.
“Cay… I’m all yours, Cay….” How can his heart be any more full than it already is? But he can feel the warmth growing, chasing away the cold, until he can almost forget he had ever been lost.
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The intercourse is secondary to everything else, just another piece of the puzzle that is this expression of gratitude and devotion toward one another. Cater kisses Idia just as much in return, lips dotting and sliding against his pale skin. Every little angle, to him, is perfect no matter how sharp or strange.
"I'm so in love with you," he murmurs, almost as if to himself--but it's an admission he's more than happy to share with his lover.
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He moves without reservation, knowing that no one will walk in to catch them, no curfew to dodge and no need to restrain any sound. A deep lunge pulls a loud groan from him, hands sliding under Cater's backside to squeeze, hold, lift. Closer, he wants to be closer even if it's physically impossible, his flames brightly wild with pink and red, curls of fire licking at the air in coils almost like looping hearts. Their mouths find each other again, sharing breath, tongues tangling. More, more, more, he's selfish and greedy but it's okay because they both are, for each other.