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.
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."
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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.
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.
“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.
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'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."
Something new for both of them? The thought has Idia smiling that warm little smile Cater adores, even if the other boy can't see it. "Okay, then let's go for it."
Once they make it to the bathroom, it only takes a moment to adjust the temperature setting for the water. Then Idia presses another switch and instead of the spray coming out of the handheld shower head mounted on the wall, the water pours out of a large panel on the ceiling that's dotted with holes. Bathing like this will be just like standing in a steamy, heavy rainfall while still leaving space to lather up on either side of the panel's range.
"So we can both get wet without trying to shift around each other. It's kinda relaxing too, I guess." Idia sounds like it's not something he usually considers, but if Cater enjoys something new and unusual like this then it's worth using.
He steps into the downpour first, and Cater gets to watch as the water douses the flames in Idia's hair. It doesn't go out like normal fire, with a hiss and a puff of steam, but rather it fades as it washes down the length of that crystal clear waterfall of silk. Even the flames at his groin fade, leaving the only color on the tall Housewarden the blue of his lips and around those intense yellow eyes. He looks almost fae except for his human ears.
The last time that Cater used Idia's shower, he hadn't really done any sort of deep dive into the different settings--so seeing the true scope of what it can do has him wide-eyed. When he follows in after Idia, admiring the way his unique traits react to water, he looks kind of like a kid in a candy store the way he smiles and laughs, water flattening his hair down his face.
"This is so awesome! Man, you should get permission to install these in the other dorms." Not that he'd complain about this being a super secret special perk that only he gets to know about. Even without scrubbing, the warm water is already making him feel cleaner, and Cater leans up to give him a big wet kiss. He'll sneak a hand around to grab the shampoo bottle in a second.
Idia immediately wraps his arms around Cater's back, leaning into the kiss eagerly. They've kissed so much in recent days that he's lost almost all of his anxiety over it, not only accepting but initiating kisses more often. This time it's his tongue that licks at Cater's mouth, the water pattering onto the tiles at their feet providing a calming white noise in the background.
He still can't name the strange, squirming, pleasant ache in his chest whenever Cater smiles at him or kisses him. He only knows that he can't get enough of it, that it fills something that was once hollow inside him. His depression hasn't been as severe, though he still has days where the gloom weighs on his heart. With Cater close by to shoulder some of it, Idia doesn't feel his mental encumbrance stat overburdened as often and that allows him to stand against his troubles with greater ease. Even Ortho hasn't been able to do that for him, as entangled into the source of his grief as his little brother was for so long.
Cater can't get over the way that Idia deepens the kiss first. He's far from being bold but it's such a difference from where they started it's hard not to be excited. Opening his smiling mouth, Cater loops an arm around Idia's shoulders, widening his stance to keep from slipping as he leans in. Happy and warm, he hums as their tongues slide together.
His diamond mark is running down his cheek in a blood-like trail, but despite where they are washing off is the farthest thing from his mind. Feeling playful, Cater pulls at Idia's lower lip with his teeth, grinning as he lets it go. If they were further along, he wouldn't hesitate to kiss his friend all over, exploring as much of his body as he could.
Idia sucks in a sharp breath through his nose at the nip to his lower lip, his pupils dilated. He dives back in for another kiss, both hands threading into Cater’s hair at either side of his head. He’s definitely learning, careful with his teeth and gently curious with his tongue. Still, he’s sensitive and easily aroused as to be expected from a newbie.
When he draws back, he cocks his head slightly with a curious little grin. “I always thought it was a tattoo, not makeup. Or even a brand, with how heated your Housewarden can get.”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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And then a crooked, dazed, but genuine grin spreads across his lips.
“O. M. G. That was… a mega-special event.”
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"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."
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“The next level special event will be even better,” Idia murmurs. “Because it’ll still be with you in my party, right?”
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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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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.
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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.
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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."
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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.
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Idia’s blush deepens and he grins nervously, twisting some of his hair with both hands. “I—is it really that interesting?”
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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.”
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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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Once they make it to the bathroom, it only takes a moment to adjust the temperature setting for the water. Then Idia presses another switch and instead of the spray coming out of the handheld shower head mounted on the wall, the water pours out of a large panel on the ceiling that's dotted with holes. Bathing like this will be just like standing in a steamy, heavy rainfall while still leaving space to lather up on either side of the panel's range.
"So we can both get wet without trying to shift around each other. It's kinda relaxing too, I guess." Idia sounds like it's not something he usually considers, but if Cater enjoys something new and unusual like this then it's worth using.
He steps into the downpour first, and Cater gets to watch as the water douses the flames in Idia's hair. It doesn't go out like normal fire, with a hiss and a puff of steam, but rather it fades as it washes down the length of that crystal clear waterfall of silk. Even the flames at his groin fade, leaving the only color on the tall Housewarden the blue of his lips and around those intense yellow eyes. He looks almost fae except for his human ears.
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"This is so awesome! Man, you should get permission to install these in the other dorms." Not that he'd complain about this being a super secret special perk that only he gets to know about. Even without scrubbing, the warm water is already making him feel cleaner, and Cater leans up to give him a big wet kiss. He'll sneak a hand around to grab the shampoo bottle in a second.
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He still can't name the strange, squirming, pleasant ache in his chest whenever Cater smiles at him or kisses him. He only knows that he can't get enough of it, that it fills something that was once hollow inside him. His depression hasn't been as severe, though he still has days where the gloom weighs on his heart. With Cater close by to shoulder some of it, Idia doesn't feel his mental encumbrance stat overburdened as often and that allows him to stand against his troubles with greater ease. Even Ortho hasn't been able to do that for him, as entangled into the source of his grief as his little brother was for so long.
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His diamond mark is running down his cheek in a blood-like trail, but despite where they are washing off is the farthest thing from his mind. Feeling playful, Cater pulls at Idia's lower lip with his teeth, grinning as he lets it go. If they were further along, he wouldn't hesitate to kiss his friend all over, exploring as much of his body as he could.
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When he draws back, he cocks his head slightly with a curious little grin. “I always thought it was a tattoo, not makeup. Or even a brand, with how heated your Housewarden can get.”
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