Despite being a heavy sleeper, Cater's phone addiction has trained his brain to waking up at the sound of alarms. Heartslaybul doesn't allow for snoozing, so with a groan he reaches over to try and turn off the alarm...only to discover several truths at once.
That's not his phone going off.
He's not in his dorm.
He is fully cuddled against the body of one Idia Shroud.
He is fully erect.
The last one puts a much bigger sense of urgency into him than the facts preceding it. Gulping, the only thing keeping him from fully launching out of bed is how peaceful Idia's face is. First off: awwww! Second off: he absolutely can't afford to wake him up. Both because he's sure that Idia desperately needs this sleep, and second because he has to take care of his own situation without Idia finding out.
The events of the night before come rushing back to him along with the dream that followed, and it's with a measure of reluctance that he tries to detangle himself from his (newly official) friend and climb out of bed. He wonders if he can even turn off Idia's alarm or if it's locked to his own fingerprints or something.
The reason Idia never says "Oh, I'll nap before this early morning raid" is due to the fact that alarms rarely wake him. If Cater is a heavy sleeper, Idia sleeps like the dead once he does go down. Cater has little difficulty extracting himself from Idia's hold, the embrace more one of position than effort now. The most he does is roll onto his stomach a bit and hug his pillow instead.
The sleek phone resting on the contact charging pad continues to chime, though the "STOP" button is clearly visible and not behind any sort of lock. Fumbling through unlocking his phone to shut off an alarm isn't something Idia has the coordination to do on sufficient sleep, much less what little he's gotten recently.
Whew, and stage 1 of "take care of your incredibly inconveniently timed boner" has been cleared! Cater breathes a sigh of relief as he turns off the alarm. Idia deserves a full, uninterrupted sleep. He, on the other hand, is going to have to make due with what he's got.
Thankfully he'd silenced his phone before he came over, because he can see it blowing up with texts from members of Heartslaybul from where he'd abandoned it on the floor. Oof. Cater winces and picks it up, but leaves it on a higher surface for now while he darts into the bathroom. Important thing's first.
He'll figure out how to explain his walk of shame later. For now, the shower is going on and his clothes are coming off.
Infrequently as he bathes, Idia's bathroom setup is pretty nice. There's no mirror, only a suspicious set of empty brackets on the wall, but the shower is roomy and the soap and shampoo are barely scented but expensive. Not unexpected considering Idia is both a Housewarden and the Twisted Wonderland version of a trust fund kid, but Cater gets to benefit for now. The temperature controls are digital and there are multiple settings for the showerhead, making it easy to get comfortable for whatever the user might need.
Ignihyde is both incredibly awesome and...so, so overwhelming. Cater's glad he's as good with technology as he is, even if he's no builder or programmer, otherwise the controls would feel so alien. Once he gets started, though, he finds it easy enough to navigate.
Letting warm water envelop him makes him feel embraced by Idia all over again, and he can't stop his mind wandering back to those fantasies. There's a big part of him that says stop it, what are you doing? but try as he might, the faces and noises Idia made in his dream keep slipping back in as he tries to switch to other, more anonymous fantasies.
For the sake of not taking way, way longer than necessary in the shower, Cater caves temporarily to the insistence of his desire, biting his hand to muffle the moans that rise from his throat as his legs start to feel like they're full of jelly. Even though Idia didn't seem to be waking up any time soon, he's not about to test his luck.
Idia's not waking up, but oh will Cater get an eyeful when he emerges from the bathroom. The Housewarden rolls over again in his sleep, sprawled out on his back with the blankets almost on the floor. His loose t-shirt has rucked up most of the way, revealing narrow hips, a flat but undefined abdomen, and a slim chest crowning somewhat prominent ribs. One pale rosy nipple peeks out just past the hem of the rumpled shirt.
A nerd physique, definitely, but for Cater's newly awakened appreciation for his friend it's a goldmine photo op.
Cater's feeling much better by the time he's slipped back into his clothes, clear-headed and ready to deal with whatever nonsense the day has in store for him...when he steps out to get a total eyeful of Idia. In that moment, he totally believes that Idia's got sick hax0r skillz. Because no way, no WAY he's he walking out into that scene and feeling his dick twitch in appreciation.
He doesn't have time for this--both to get aroused again and also to process how he's getting aroused to begin with. Cater snatches his phone, intent on leaving...but he's weak. He stops and takes a picture. He might, um, need it later. For something.
But for now, it's time to dash his way back to his dorm, get put together for class, and assuage Riddle's guaranteed anger at discovering him having snuck out after curfew. He'll text Idia once he's escape the queen's wrath to let him know that he had to bounce, but promise to be back after class.
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That's not his phone going off.
He's not in his dorm.
He is fully cuddled against the body of one Idia Shroud.
He is fully erect.
The last one puts a much bigger sense of urgency into him than the facts preceding it. Gulping, the only thing keeping him from fully launching out of bed is how peaceful Idia's face is. First off: awwww! Second off: he absolutely can't afford to wake him up. Both because he's sure that Idia desperately needs this sleep, and second because he has to take care of his own situation without Idia finding out.
The events of the night before come rushing back to him along with the dream that followed, and it's with a measure of reluctance that he tries to detangle himself from his (newly official) friend and climb out of bed. He wonders if he can even turn off Idia's alarm or if it's locked to his own fingerprints or something.
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The sleek phone resting on the contact charging pad continues to chime, though the "STOP" button is clearly visible and not behind any sort of lock. Fumbling through unlocking his phone to shut off an alarm isn't something Idia has the coordination to do on sufficient sleep, much less what little he's gotten recently.
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Thankfully he'd silenced his phone before he came over, because he can see it blowing up with texts from members of Heartslaybul from where he'd abandoned it on the floor. Oof. Cater winces and picks it up, but leaves it on a higher surface for now while he darts into the bathroom. Important thing's first.
He'll figure out how to explain his walk of shame later. For now, the shower is going on and his clothes are coming off.
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Letting warm water envelop him makes him feel embraced by Idia all over again, and he can't stop his mind wandering back to those fantasies. There's a big part of him that says stop it, what are you doing? but try as he might, the faces and noises Idia made in his dream keep slipping back in as he tries to switch to other, more anonymous fantasies.
For the sake of not taking way, way longer than necessary in the shower, Cater caves temporarily to the insistence of his desire, biting his hand to muffle the moans that rise from his throat as his legs start to feel like they're full of jelly. Even though Idia didn't seem to be waking up any time soon, he's not about to test his luck.
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A nerd physique, definitely, but for Cater's newly awakened appreciation for his friend it's a goldmine photo op.
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He doesn't have time for this--both to get aroused again and also to process how he's getting aroused to begin with. Cater snatches his phone, intent on leaving...but he's weak. He stops and takes a picture. He might, um, need it later. For something.
But for now, it's time to dash his way back to his dorm, get put together for class, and assuage Riddle's guaranteed anger at discovering him having snuck out after curfew. He'll text Idia once he's escape the queen's wrath to let him know that he had to bounce, but promise to be back after class.