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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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.