caycay | I've Been Lonely

These casual touches are so...unfamiliar. The flings he'd had weren't necessarily always the most intense, but never so sweet, so full of meaning. "Yep," he agrees as his cheeks turn pink, a bit of playful teasing coloring his words. "How about we get started with a recap?"

Saying that, Cater reaches up to run one of his hands behind Idia's neck, enjoying the warmth of his hair that is becoming so familiar. As he pulls Idia forward he leans upward as well to close the gap between them, kissing him with the same gentleness before. The difference this time is the lack of hesitation, the way his lips are still smiling as they come together with Idia's.

Melting into the kiss happens instantly and automatically. Idia has to marvel over the reaction, the quiet hum in his throat, the smile that comes to his lips. It's still surreal how they went from classmates to this. Every time they kiss, that fact floors him. That first one wasn't a one-off special gacha banner, it's become a standard draw pool and he's got premium currency to burn.

Thankfully he's finally learned to breathe through his nose so he doesn't get woozy. That means they can kiss for a long time without separating and to Idia that's a very, very good thing. But today they have a new benchmark to meet, and the anticipation is almost a little maddening.

How is it possible to feel so many things at once? For so long, his days had been a secret prison of helplessness as he smothered himself in cynicism and loneliness. But now, in this moment, he's happy, so happy, excited, thrilled, anxious. Cater wants to scoop Idia up and draw him in closer and closer and closer. Wants all of him, right here and right now just as much as he wants to draw things out slowly and savor every bite, every flavor.

He can lose track of time kissing this boy. He laughs giddily into their kisses, sighs in contentment, moans softly at the beginnings of heat creeping into his body. There's no way Cater wants to break the kiss for any reason, but it'll be hard to keep standing when he makes Idia's knees weak. "Come on," Cater murmurs against Idia's lips, breaking the kiss just long enough to speak. "This way."

Taking him by the hand, Cater guides Idia to bed.

Cater always makes him wobbly now, but it’s a good kind of wobble rather than an anxious one. Idia lets himself be led, sinking onto the bed to sit side-saddle on the edge so he can face the other boy. His lips are already tinged faintly lavender from the flush beneath the blue. His fingers reach up to touch Cater’s cheek near his diamond mark, then thread through the long copper locks hanging in his face.

“So the mission plan today? We get to touch more this time, yeah? Anything we have to avoid?” He doesn’t want to get caught up in the moment and take it too far. Cater’s teaching, Idia follows.

The butterflies inside of him grow wild as Idia touches his face, his hair. All of this still feels like living in a dream, but even in his dreams he couldn't have anticipated Idia being so bold. It might be the bare minimum to most in terms of confidence, but Cater knows fully well how big of a step this is for his friend. How can be not be elated?

Cater shifts so their bodies are flush at the thigh, reaching to find his hand and tangle their fingers together. "Yeah," he tells him. "We're going to stay above the waist and keep our shirts on to start, but if you feel comfortable enough, it's okay to take them off."

He's anxious to kiss him again, to touch and kiss his chest.

"I'll lead, of course, but move at your own pace, okay? If it's too much, we'll take a break."

"Mission parameters set." Idia's words might sound a bit ridiculous in that quietly heated tone, but he is who he is. He squeezes Cater's fingers, his other hand shifting back to the other boy's cheek as he leans closer. "Press start to begin."

It's been his signal that he's ready since they set off on this venture together. He always leans in close, until there's hardly a thread's width separating them, offering himself to Cater with unspoken trust. The first contact will inevitably pull a soft sound of appreciation from him, repeated practice doing nothing to blunt the pleasure of kissing his friend.

So cute. Idia is just so, so cute. Cater wants to just tackle him backward onto the bed and make him squirm. Instead he just fulfils the given request, pressing start by meeting their lips together once more--it's already been too long since they stopped kissing and Cater is meant with that instant sense of joy and relief at the feeling of Idia's lips against his. The closeness of their bodies, even still fully clothed.

It's more natural, now, to deepen their kiss. His free hand moves to Idia's waist as he opens his mouth, flicking his tongue imploringly at the other boy's lips and teeth.

With far less hesitation than before, Idia parts for Cater, those sharp teeth lying in wait. Meeting the other boy halfway in a shy slide of tongue against tongue, there's no hiding the shiver of pleasure from the tall Housewarden. If he could think about anything except how good kissing Cater is and the way it makes his brain go fuzzy, Idia would probably be shocked at how easy the act has become. They're giving up time to play games and read manga, but something about this is (shock) even more rewarding.

Slowly his hand slides down Cater's jaw, his neck, settling on his collarbone. His long dark lashes flicker and he groans in encouragement for the other boy to show him new pleasures.

All signals are green and Cater is more than happy to kick things up a notch. Maybe not as much as he craves, but even knowing he's going to have to stop just when he can hardly stand how aroused he is, he gives Idia exactly what was promised.

He sucks his classmate in, using his mouth with a bit more insistence as the hand he has on Idia's waist dips underneath the bottom of his hoodie. Fingertips touch his slender stomach, crawling their way slowly upward, enjoying the sensation of each new piece of flesh for what it is on its journey to the sensitive treasures hidden above.

Waiting for any sign of protest or discomfort, Cater cautiously brushes his thumb against one of Idia's nipples.

The careful crawl up his stomach is almost ticklish, but not so much that Idia flinches away. It helps that Cater's hands are warmer than his own skin, though he's quickly growing warmer as arousal begins to pump through his veins. He licks at the inside of Cater's mouth, his hand sliding lower to splay over a pectoral through his classmate's shirt.

And then he feels the caress over his nipple and he squeaks as a faint electric shock of pleasure darts through him. Ah, who knew they were so sensitive?! They'd never done that when he cleans himself in the shower, but this isn't a quick skim with a soapy cloth. This is a caring, wanting touch from his best friend. The fog in Idia's head deepens and swirls with the floaty feeling he always gets when they kiss, only much stronger. He's nearly overcome by the urge to collapse back onto the bed with Cater draped over him.

Everything Idia does makes Cater want him more. The shy reactions, the emboldened touches, the noises he makes...it's a certain kind of maddening that threatens to overcome his reason. Even for him, sex has never been like this. There's never been this kind of pure desire before. Already his groin is straining against his pants, throbbing in desperation, begging to be touched.

With all his willpower he ignores the urge, feeling Idia's posture grow heavy. Without a word he encourages him to lay back, pressing forward and shifting to lean over him. His abdomen presses into Idia's as he seeks out that nipple again, rolling his thumb around the areola before toying it gently between two fingers.

It's like Cater read his mind, giving Idia exactly what he wants. He'll realize later that Cater is simply good at reading body language, but for now his focus is solely on the sudden pressure over his abdomen. That hard, hot push against his own growing arousal has him tearing his mouth from the kiss, his neck arching and a loud groan pouring free. The fingers at his nipple only heighten the sensation, an unseen chain of sparking heat between the stiffening nub and his groin making him squirm under Cater.

Oh oh oh Cater must've used an EXP Boost because this is almost past level 2 to level 3 and Idia's pretty sure he needs some mega heat sinks installed because he feels flushed from head to toe. Why is he so sensitive? Is it normal for virgins to be like this? Will Cater slam on the brakes? The thought has Idia clutching both of his friend's hips to keep him in place.

Maybe this is too much--maybe they're going too far. Should he have kept them sitting upright? Should he have made the benchmark a bit smaller? The what-ifs and worries spiral right out of his brain and back into obscurity the second Idia grabs him by the hips--he doesn't have the willpower, his pelvis is begging for that contact and Cater moans as well.

More. His hand shakes as he pulls it away from Idia's chest, grabbing his side and holding him firmly there to keep himself from reaching for anything more intense.

More. His mouth keeps kissing Idia, lips dotting their way down his jaw and to that lovely neck.

How can anyone want someone so badly?

"Idia," he manages to breathe on a groan. "Talk...talk to me."

With those lips trailing down his neck, it's almost impossible for Idia to answer coherently. He's panting and whimpering, head thrown back and neck at an almost painful angle. He grinds against Cater, wanting to hear the other boy moan again like that. That sound is a rare item drop and Idia wants to farm more of them.

They're going too fast, speedrunning their plans and he knows it, but he feels warm for the first time in as long as he can remember and his hair is such a deep pink it's starting to turn faintly red at the roots. They've barely done anything and his body is screaming more, more! the same way Cater's is. His pulse thuds wildly under Cater's lips.

Idia doesn't respond to Cater in the way he had been anticipating, but it gives the other boy exactly what he wants as the ginger moans unbidden into his neck. It had been all he could do to keep himself still against his friend but when Idia makes the first move he loses the last of his willpower.

He reaches down to pull Idia's legs up around him, gripping his thighs like an anchor. Cater's face presses in, his whole body forming into Idia like clay to a mold as he reciprocates and grinds back. He builds a rhythm a bit less frantic, guiding the other boy's body to follow even though he barely feels he has any conscious control over what he's doing at all.

This is way beyond where they should be, to the point where all their preparations have been rendered meaningless, but there's just no stopping this train now. It's a small comfort that they're both way too close to getting off already that there's no way they can make it to the final boss.

Vulnerable but... but so hot. That's the only way Idia can describe the feeling of his legs bracketing Cater's body, held up and open so there's no hiding the bulge in his lounging pants. Then Cater really starts grinding against him and Idia's helpless against a broken cry and a full-body shudder. He's drowning in endorphins now. Maybe if they hadn't pressed so close, especially down there, they'd both have most of their self-control.

He finally finds his voice, but all he can do is moan Cater's name over and over. Maybe he should be scared to feel this overheated but he's too overheated to be scared. Long fingers clutch at the back of his classmate's shirt, holding on for dear life.

The way that Idia breathes and moans his name is pure ecstasy. He’s so close to bursting and he can tell Idia is too—-not just by the swell of him but the hitch in his voice, the relentless thrumming of his pulse. Cater doesn’t want to relinquish his grip on his friend’s legs but there isn’t much of a chance left now to prevent the need to do some particularly embarrassing laundry.

He feels clumsy as he hurries to reach one hand down and undo his uniform pants. Idia’s are easier, the soft material able to be yanked down and out of the way. With their mutual, slick erections free, Cater uses his hand to hold both of their lengths against each other as he picks up the pace.

This is it…!

He calls out Idia’s name in turn, intoxicated by pleasure.

Aaah, what... what's this?!

His hidden attribute's not only exposed but in Cater's hand, pressed up against something equally hard and desperate for attention. Idia groans loudly through clenched teeth, instinctively fighting the growing flood of heat in his groin. It's like all of his HP and MP are gathering for a single overwhelming spell and he can't do anything to stop it! But... but he doesn't want to stop it, even though his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. His hips grind clumsily, his legs clinging to Cater's hips.

And then Cater calls out to him and Idia can't hold on, he's helpless against this. His hips pump wildly, chest heaving, and he's throbbing in Cater's grip... when he comes he shrieks through his teeth, crimson shot through the rosy pink of his hair.

Cater's sure that for a second he completely blacks out. Idia's screaming in pleasure and that final wild burst of speed is the final hit that Cater needs to hit climax. His whole body tenses as it pushes hard against the boy beneath him, breathing in hot, desperate puffs into Idia's hoodie.

All at once the tension leaves him and his body goes slack. He collapses fully against his friend, feeling spent as his hips give a couple weak, involuntary spasms. Moaning on each breath, Cater brings quivering arms underneath Idia to wrap behind his back and hold him as tightly as he can manage, needing to keep their contact through the spinning orgasmic waves making his head swim.

Its several minutes before he remembers how to speak again, his throat dry and thirsty. "I think," Cater says, "we need to reassess our game plan."

Edited (I'm allergic to proofreading) 2022-11-14 05:37 (UTC)

Poor Idia twitches and shudders through his own orgasm and Cater’s too, the sound of his friend’s ragged moaning breaths doing crazy things to his insides. Being held tightly helps to ground him as he gasps, the ginger boy like a weighted blanket but somehow even better. They’re both sweaty and sticky and it’s making Idia’s formerly comfortable lazy clothes really uncomfortable.

Oh, Cater’s saying something. His CPU is lagging badly, taking way too long to process the words. Game plan? Ah, right. They… weren’t supposed to go this far. How did they spiral out of control so quickly? And why doesn’t Idia regret it?

“Ah… I… guh….” He can’t get the words out. His systems are all struggling to reboot in safe mode. He still feels floaty and barely connected to reality except for the pressure of Cater against his body.

He doesn't want to move so much as an inch, but when Idia stammers unintelligibly in response to his question, Cater at least finds the willpower to shift his upper body so he can look into his friend's face. Or does this officially make them lovers, now? It feels like they went all the way even if they haven't.

He's seen Idia in plenty of stages of "FAILED TO CONNECT" by now, but this is a new level. It's like the housewarden has totally BSODed. Through his post-orgasmic haze, a pull of guilt begins to surface. "Hey, are you okay?" Cater gulps hard between breaths, searching Idia's flushed face. It's clear that the other boy is overwhelmed, but is he upset?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let things get so out of control. I don't know...I don't know what happened."

Well, he does, kind of. It's just that it all happened so damn fast.

Idia blinks owlishly as his heart rate slows and his systems finally reconnect. His eyes focus on Cater’s worried face, something bright and awestruck in those yellow depths.

And then a crooked, dazed, but genuine grin spreads across his lips.

“O. M. G. That was… a mega-special event.”

Whew! He speaks. And that look on his face is something so completely new for Idia that seeing it eases Cater's worry at once. What else is he supposed to do but lean up and kiss him? Laying there with his arms around Idia and his body tingling, there's nowhere else he could possibly think of being. Everything feels...perfect.

"IKR?" He murmurs his response before dotting him with another small kiss and resting his head back down again, taking a long, cleansing breath. "It was special for me, too."

The sigh from Idia ruffles Cater’s hair. His arms tighten around the other boy’s back, further rumpling the fabric of Cater’s uniform. He can almost ignore the sticky mess between them, the thought of moving is worse than escaping the sensation so he continues to cling with his legs as well.

“The next level special event will be even better,” Idia murmurs. “Because it’ll still be with you in my party, right?”

How far will they go, next time? Maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe despite all of their checkpoints and mission goals and quest guidelines...it's okay to just do what feels right for the both of them. Cater knows what he wants, and Idia's been much more comfortable with him than he could have hoped.

It'll still be with you, right?

Cater feels warm in a different way and he can't stop smiling.

"This is a long-term co-op," he tells him. "No-limits timeline."

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