caycay | I've Been Lonely

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."

“Different co-op than raids with Muscle Red. But this one’s….” Idia chews his lip gently, thinking. “I like it just as much. Maybe more. Way bigger drain on HP and MP, though.” He unleashes a jaw-cracking yawn, his body determined to prove his point. “Recharge.”

He snuggles closer, face burrowing into Cater’s hair. He hasn’t noticed that he’s still hanging out of his pants, the faintly glowing blue and lavender-pink flames of his happy trail illuminating his partial nudity.

Even though his body is cooling off from the extreme heat that had built up between them, Cater's heart won't stop pounding. For all of Idia's life-altering secrets, as a person he's so honest, so genuine. It's so reassuring, knowing that the things he says aren't just lip service. He likes what they're doing--but he said it's being together that made it so special, didn't he?

With Idia fully coiled around him, Cater reciprocates in snuggling in, finding the best space for his body against his party member's. He's about as exhausted as he is wired, thoughts unraveling...but for once, not panicked. Maybe he's too happy to find the negatives. All he knows is how truly full he feels, like the big empty hole inside of him has finally been repaired--with softly glowing flames.

He doesn't mean to fall asleep, but it's so easy to drift off when he feels so at peace.

Dozing in Cater's arms, warm under his weight, gives Idia some of the best rest he's had in ages. Eventually he does have to shift to get comfortable again, and that's when he's woken up by his skin resisting separating from Cater. Ugh, what's going on?

Then the memory comes back and Idia feels his face going hot again. They both... and now they're sticky and gross and for once in his life Idia actually craves a shower. Grumbling, he shakes Cater's shoulder, his voice a hoarse rasp. "Cater, boot up. C'mon, wake from sleep mode."

"Muh?" Cater groans sleepily as he stirs. "How long was I out?"

Is it past curfew? He's not going to complain if he has to stay overnight, but as always there's dealing with Riddle. Cater starts to sit up, and that's when he encounters the same problem Idia had. It's a somewhat welcome, somewhat unpleasant distraction from thinking about returning to his own dorm.

"Aw, nasty. That's what we get for falling asleep. Guess I'm not winning teacher of the year." The two of them are still tacky, so it couldn't have been too long of a nap. More importantly, with both of them passing out before putting away their respective pieces of equipment, Cater's eyes immediately fall to Idia's flaming crotch.

Okay, sexy, much? He can't help but stare.

“Meh. You’re still a good mentor as far as I’m con—“ He trails off as he notices Cater’s blatant staring, his attention directed downward to figure out WTF his friend is staring at. Yup, that’s a fiery crotch indeed, with a rather nice bit of personal equipment. Uncut, not too short, not too long, slim but not skinny. Perfect for deep-throating once it wakes up.

Idia’s blush deepens and he grins nervously, twisting some of his hair with both hands. “I—is it really that interesting?”

Everything about you is interesting, is Cater's immediate thought. But Idia's expression is far too irresistible and a cheeky look spreads across his face. "I might be getting a few ideas, is all," he tells him. (Un)fortunately it's not just his brain that's getting worked up, his own loose member twitching in appreciation at what it sees.

All right, all right, calm down. One thing at a time, you horny bastard.

"We should probably get ourselves cleaned up. It's a good thing your shower is definitely big enough for both of us."

It makes sense that Cater remembers the shower since he’s used Idia’s bathroom before, but this would be the first time they’ve showered together. They’ll both be fully nude, too, though Cater has already seen his secret equipment so it shouldn’t be a big deal. Oh man, and he’s gonna have to do his own laundry for once because he’s pretty sure his clothes didn’t come out of their little adventure unscathed.

Idia extracts himself from the tangle of blankets and ginger boy before starting to undress. His hoodie is thankfully clean but his pants and underwear aren’t, so with a bit of a disgruntled expression he tosses them into the hamper. The clean hoodie goes over his chair, but his t-shirt follows the other dirty laundry. Standing there, clad only in his flaming hair, the shyness creeps back into his face. He pulls the entire mass over his shoulder and starts twisting it, a clear nervous habit.

He’s more lanky than his baggy clothes would suggest, all sharp collarbones and somewhat visible ribs. He’s not emaciated, just very thin. When he turns toward the bathroom door, Cater can see the slight bumps of his spine… and four jagged scars raking across his upper back, the skin carrying an almost deathly grayish hue that stands out even with Idia’s natural pallor.

Edited 2022-11-15 03:33 (UTC)

It's clear that Idia's still painfully uncomfortable in his own skin. The silence that follows, the way he takes off his clothes and fusses with his hair without really making eye contact. Cater can't help but see the scars he has on his back but pretty immediately determines that as backstory he should bring up at another time.

Right now, his main mission is to make Idia feel better in his own skin. When Cater looks at him, yeah he's underweight and pale but none of that takes away from this irresistible portrait he can hardly stand to look away from these days. Pulling off his own clothes and leaving them where he can get back into them again easily (it's not like he brought anything to change into, though he guesses he could ask to borrow a pair of Idia's pants), Cater pulls his own hair loose and follows his friend into the bathroom.

They haven't even gotten to the shower yet, but he wraps his arms around Idia from behind, pressing their bodies together. "Will you be okay, looking at me?"

If it really is too much for him, there's still time for him to redress and run to shower at his own dorm.

Idia nods, folding his arms over Cater’s to return the hug as best he can. “You’re not a low CON unit like me. I know you don’t mind but I look like I’m in critical state. It makes you worry.”

He hates seeing himself so he took out his mirrors, but now Cater can see him. It won’t change their friendship or their intimacy, but Idia wishes Cater didn’t have to worry about his health.

“I want us to refresh together. I promise.”

"I'm just worried that I'm pushing you too far, that's all," he assures, leaning his cheek against Idia's back. "As long as you say you're good, I trust that you mean it."

He knows that Idia wouldn't lie. Cater's overwhelmed a little, himself, as how intensely he's been feeling. After what feels like going his whole life drowning in his own apathy, it's a lot to get used to. Still, he knows he's going to keep chasing this high now even if it leads him off of a steep drop. It feels like, at this point, the breaks have been cut completely.

"I've never actually done this before, either, so it's something new for both of us."

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