caycay | I've Been Lonely

Idia's fully expecting to be drawn into a kiss and he's far from disappointed, melting against Cater even as he pulls his boyfriend into the room. Not giving the Ignihyde students a free show, no sir. He throws his arms around Cater's shoulders once the door closes, pressing himself against the other boy and practically devouring his mouth. This day has been on his mind since that fateful night in the shower, and he's sure his boyfriend can feel his heart pounding from standing chest to chest.

He's freshly showered and his hair already reignited, soft blue tipped with that familiar lavender and pink. He's wearing his thigh-length zip-up hoodie, apparently relaxed and comfortable, but only he knows what's underneath. Knowing what the plan is for tonight, Idia decided to take a hint from some of his more risque games and manga, and though he's still too shy to wear something as daring as women's lingerie, he purchased something special. He's pretty sure Cater will love it.

Idia breaks the kiss, though only enough to speak while letting his lips brush Cater's with every soft syllable. "Welcome, Player 2."

Cater never thought he'd live much of a cliché, but here he is kissing a boy and seeing stars. All he ever has to do is see Idia and it's like he can't stop smiling. Even just texting him is enough to break him out into all sorts of giddiness. Today is no exception, though he anticipates once they really get going the tone will become much more subdued.

"Mm, Player 1," he responds in turn, nuzzling into him as the kiss breaks, his arms draped loosely around Idia's shoulders. "You taste extra good today. I think it's because of how much I've been thinking about you."

Idia chuckles, nuzzling into Cater's cheek right near the corner of his mouth. "You've been taking up 90% of my RAM today, just enough left to run vital processes. Ortho said I was clumsier than usual but he was smiling so it's all good."

His little brother even offered to go stay with a friend elsewhere in Ignihyde for the night so Idia and Cater won't have to feel awkward. Somehow Idia gets the impression that Ortho knows what's going to happen even though Idia didn't exactly tell him, but through the mild embarrassment he's grateful to his brother for the gesture of discretion. "It's a two-person mission tonight, no lurkers. We're all on our own until late morning."

"Good," Cater teases in a low voice, "because I'm going to get you thoroughly exhausted before stealing that legendary armor."

More than ever, he's been appreciating Idia's robotic younger brother. Having him in on this has already been paying off tenfold, and Cater's found himself much less nervous about the potential that the younger Shroud might just pop in or wake up unexpectedly. Even with Idia's reassurances, it's still a little awkward knowing that he's so close by in that sleeping pod.

Getting close to Idia's ear, Cater breaths in, taking his earlobe in his teeth and pulling it. "I can't wait to have you crying out my name, flam-bae."

Between the punny nickname, the breathy words in his ear, and that tug at his earlobe, Idia doesn’t know what to do. His brain is torn between laughing and being horny as hell. His body definitely knows what it wants, judging by the insistent twitch in his loose pants and his strangled gurgle of brainless lust.

“Y—you’re a menace,” he rasps. Even as he says it, he shifts his arms from Cater’s shoulders to his waist, only for his hands to keep going. A firm squeeze to both cheeks gives tit-for-tat, showing that Idia is just as needy as his boyfriend.

Cater doesn't deny it. He's being a cheeky little devil and he knows it. "I'm your menace," he corrects, smiling as his lips slide from Idia's ear down to his neck. His arms come around to find their way into Idia's pockets as his ass gets gripped--and it's a good way to bring their bodies flush.

His own pants are much tighter than what Idia's wearing, trendy as he tends to dress during recreational hours, but that doesn't stop him from feeling the first stirrings of his own arousal. "Are you excited? I'm going to have your whole body memorized after tonight."

"So excited," Idia gasps. Cater might notice his boyfriend's pants are different than anything Idia's worn before. They're... silky, thin and flowy. It barely feels like there's anything between Cater's hands and Idia's skin. "I wasn't even this excited for Star Rogue 2. I'm ready to rank up our bond level."

Cater's going to take such good care of him, and in return Idia wants his boyfriend to forget the pain of all those lonely, empty years. They'll be lovers after tonight! They won't have to be alone ever again.

Idia carefully extracts himself from Cater's arms, smiling shyly as he backs up a couple of steps. "I want to show you something." He reaches up for his hoodie's zipper pull and slowly draws it down, not an intentional striptease but simply the last traces of his nerves. The heavy fabric parts and Idia lets it slide down his shouders to hang from his wrists, revealing what he has on underneath.

Pajamas, but not like any Cater has ever seen. The top is tunic-length and as flowy as the pants, both made of a semi-sheer black material that shimmers sapphire blue as it ripples from Idia's breathing. There's a faint diamond pattern woven into it, and when those diamonds flicker black rather than blue he can see hints of Idia's skin beneath it. If not for flashes of two pert nipples or the shadow of a navel, that paleness might be mistaken for part of the fabric instead. The pants are the same material, and only the overlap of two layers between the low waist and mid-thigh gives enough distortion to conceal Idia's most intimate parts.

"Do you like them?" he breathes, purposely shifting his weight from hip to hip to set the fabric shimmering more, offering the most teasing glimpses.

When it comes to sexiness, Idia has a natural sort of appeal. His surprise can't be called one of the most sexual lingerie shows by far, but that's not what matters. To have tried this much, have clearly put in the time and the thought...and there's no way Cater doesn't notice the diamond pattern.

"You look incredible," he tells his boyfriend with a wide smile. And, yes, he does want to make a comment about how he's going to look even better out of them, but has a better idea. Coming back in, Cater runs his hands down Idia's chest, lingering at his nipples as he savors the feeling of the soft material beneath his fingers. "It feels great, too--nice pick."

While one of his hands stops at Idia's waist, the other keeps drawing down, sliding teasingly over his groin without fully cupping the treasures underneath, only allowing himself to grasp fabric for now.

Idia's eyes go half-lidded and hazy, a quiet groan sticking in his throat. The silky material has been teasing his nipples since he put it on, leaving them already budding under Cater's fingers. And then that hand moves lower and Idia's eyes close the rest of the way. Even just that delicate glide over the fabric covering his hidden attribute feels good, enough of a tease for another interested twitch. His hips shift forward, chasing Cater's touch, the light of his hair glinting off his clothes.

For the first time in his life, Idia feels beautiful, desired. No one else but Cater can make him feel this way. "I'm yours," he whispers. "No one else, this is a closed beta." They have so much beta testing to do together.

With a gentle hand, Cater pulls Idia's hoodie the rest of the way off so it can fall to the floor and leave him fully in his new getup. The way his body chases after him, wants him...he feels like he's truly the center of someone's world. It's tempted to drop down to his knees right there and service Idia in a way he hasn't experienced--but he wants this to be so much more than a sexual whirlwind.

Instead, Cater takes Idia by the hands and leads him over to the bed. "You're mine and I'm yours," he confirms, sitting them both down. "I'm going to make sure you never doubt it."

Squeezing Cater's hands, Idia offers one of those special Cater-only smiles. He looks outwardly calm, but his heart thumps with rapid beats that make his chest ache so sweetly. He scoots back onto his bed, pulling Cater along with him so they can stretch out and relax. He loves laying on his side, face to face with his boyfriend, even if they're simply touching each other's hair or cheek as they talk. Moments like that have come to mean more to Idia than he can say.

"I never will, I promise." He runs his fingers through copper hair, his thumb brushing the apple of Cater's cheek. "We've come too far for us to scuff this now, I trust you."

Every time Idia touches his face, he feels so full. Confessing his feelings and forming an official relationship with his classmate didn't do anything to stop the whirlwind of happy emotions that he feels--if this is his life from here on out, Cater doesn't plan on complaining. Each new moment feels like it's making up for all that isolation. Leaning the rest of the way in, he kisses Idia again. Kissing him is always just as satisfying as the one before it, always leaves him wanting another one afterward.

Idia's trust means so much more knowing all the things he'd been through. What he'd lost in his young lifetime. The press of his lips is soft at first but slowly grows hotter, more insistent. This time, as they start to build up passion between one another, he shifts their bodies until he's leaning over Idia instead of laying beside him.

Following Cater's lead, opening to those kisses that grow hotter and deeper, has become an autonomous process. Cater is his breathing, his beating heart. Sighs and soft breaths transition to quiet moans as the other boy leans over him, so close to pinning Idia the way the tall Housewarden loves. Idia threads the fingers of one hand through the hair at the back of Cater's neck, his other splayed over his boyfriend's back, both trying to keep him as close as possible.

They don't have to rush, they have a dedicated set of friends and loved ones that will give them the time they need to make this moment truly special. Knowing what's coming has the beginnings of happy tears dampening the corners of Idia's eyes as he coaxes Cater's tongue into his mouth, wanting his boyfriend to explore him thoroughly in every way possible.

Cater could spend all night kissing Idia and he'd be content. He fully plans on enjoying every second, bringing them both to the brink of total exhaustion as many times as they can stand. His own body is going to grow impatient with him, he's well aware--it's been anxious for tonight since they shared their first emotional embrace. Still, the idea of waiting just a bit longer is one he can stand, especially with the end goal so close in sight.

As he maneuvers his tongue past Idia's teeth in the way that he's been learning, Cater finds Idia's nipple again, caressing it in a slow circle through the fabric. He brings his thigh in to rest just enough against his boyfriend's groin to have a teasing contact. Each little twitch and moan only encourages him. Perhaps inspired by what had happened in the shower, the idea of bringing Idia all the way to the brink with agonizing slowness has incredible appeal.

It's a soft, loving attack on his senses, and Idia can't help squirming and moaning helplessly under Cater's attention. Each touch feels wonderful and yet isn't enough, no matter how he pushes himself into those warm fingers or that firm thigh. He sucks on Cater's tongue, strokes it with his own. His groans and breathy huffs of longing vibrate through his chest and into his boyfriend's mouth.

Idia would be embarrassed by how aroused he's becoming already if he could bring himself to care. His body wants Cater's touch, because his mind and heart already have what they want. He belongs to Cater and Cater belongs to him. Clever fingers creep under the hem of his boyfriend's shirt, blunt nails raking lightly up and down either side of the ginger boy's spine. Much as Idia doesn't want to hurt Cater, part of him wants to hear what sounds his boyfriend will make if he clutches hard and yanks Cater against him with unexpected force. The thought surprises him, unaccustomed to such impulses but still craving more contact.

The feeling of Idia's fingernails against his back sends shivers of delight through him and he groans in appreciation, breaking the kiss suddenly to give him a heavy whisper of, "don't hold yourself back," before he dives down, tongue sliding against Idia's neck and sucking the skin in between his teeth. He wants to experience everything that the other boy can give--all of his impulses and inexplicable urges.

Idia could rip Cater's clothes from his body and cover him in bites and he's sure he'd come away from it happy. His pants feel thick, a nuisance trapping his rapidly growing erection, and his hips press in a bit harder, craving contact perhaps just as badly as the boy held beneath him. His own hands wander beneath Idia's top, wanting to feel the skin itself, wanting to touch every inch.

That encouragement gives life to subconscious impulses, and Idia's nails scratch down Cater's back from shoulder blades to his ass. Fingers then curl into muscular cheeks and yank Cater against Idia as the taller boy hisses in pleasure at the heat gathering where a bruise threatens to bloom on his neck. One hickey or a dozen, Idia can hide them all later with his regular clothes but cherish each one as a badge of lust and love. The moment Cater releases his neck Idia retaliates by catching a pierced earlobe between his lips, his tongue toying with the earring before he nips the skin with sharp teeth.

He feels so... bold. With his hair glowing pink and golden-orange shot through with traces of red, he breathes a promise in Cater's ear in a low, husky tone: "Teach me everything and I swear I'll make you scream my name again later."

Just by virtue of his physicality, Idia's love bites are much, much different than Cater's. He sucks in a breath at the light pierce of those teeth but the brief, mild sense of pain only encourages more endorphins to follow. This sudden shift in his boyfriend's attitude is a surprise that makes him feel lustier than ever, and there's a cheeky grin on his face as slides down a bit lower.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Either is equally exciting, and the light from Idia's hair makes his own eyes gleam with a sexy kind of mischief. Without breaking eye contact, he touches his tongue to one of Idia's nipples, swirling slowly before using his teeth to pinch and pull at it.

"B-- both...." It's hard to think and harder to speak with Cater using tongue and teeth on his nipple. Those things are crazy sensitive and his boyfriend really knows what he's doing! So his lust-addled brain falters for a moment, his voice pitching into a breathy whine rather than the seductive whisper of earlier. "So OP, Cater... I'm weak to you...."

Idia's practically writhing already, the attack on his chest shooting little shocks of pleasure from his nipple right into his groin. His diaphanous pants do nothing to restrain his growing erection and his shirt is starting to ride higher thanks to his squirming. Oh, he's going to need more practice to keep up with Cater.

Lots and lots of practice. Probably every day.

It's funny how the situation, in its own way, mirrors when they played Bubble Wobble together. Cater had had just a small burst of confidence there, too, before Idia had thoroughly smashed him with his gaming expertise. This time, he's the one with the field advantage, and Cater isn't going to be shy about enjoying himself.

"I kind of like you being weak like this," he admits, switching his mouth to the other nipple to let the air tickle the oversensitivity of the one he'd left. "You'll build up a resistance before you know it, so for now..."

For now, he's planning on taking full advantage. Before they'd become an official couple, the last thing he'd wanted to do was make Idia feel like he was being taken advantage of. But now, with the trust between them cemented, he doesn't have to worry about his intentions being misunderstood. The want, the need, the heart, it's all mutual.

Cater eases Idia's pants down over his erection before pulling their bodies together by his hips. In this position, it's more in line with his stomach than his own, but he knows that any amount of friction is going to add more and more passionate colors to that flaming mop.

Idia usually keeps his room on the cool side, both for comfort and to prevent all his tech from overheating. It's backfiring on him now, the temperature making the damp, lovingly tormented nub stiffen further still. With Cater lavishing the other one with attention, Idia can't hold back a whine. He's vulnerable but in a good way, his entire being in Cater's hands. His boyfriend is his devoted teacher, showing him this thing he'd never imagined but now wants more than anything, and nothing could waver Idia's faith in him or their mutual affection.

The cool air hitting his exposed erection sends goosebumps over his arms and legs, but it's the way Cater grips his hips and pulls him close that sends Idia reeling. For a moment his eyes flutter shut and he thrusts against his boyfriend once with a broken noise of longing. More crimson winds its way through his hair, especially at the site of his growing lust, thin but bright threads promising to grow and spread as Idia's control slips further.

"Cater... please...." He's already begging but he doesn't care. Cater can make him come a handful of times, a dozen, a hundred, and Idia will still want more.

Edited 2022-11-18 17:23 (UTC)

So good, Idia's voice is pure decadence. He wishes he could capture just that noise in an image that he could call back whenever he wanted, but being unable to do so only makes Cater want to draw it out of him again and again. It's making him hungrier, too, desperate for more contact, more of Idia.

So, Cater gives him what he wants. His hot, smiling kisses leave sensitive bruises down Idia's chest as he takes a firm grip of that swollen member. He gives it a slow, deliberate jerk, pad of his thumb trailing a point of pressure from base to tip. Cater hasn't even remotely forgotten the technique Idia had utilized on him in the shower, and figuring he must have learned it from trying it on himself, emulates the move, circling Idia's head like a joystick.

Cater touching him with his own technique has Idia crying out and thrusting into his boyfriend’s hand. It’s completely different— another hand, different pressure, warmer skin— than when he gets himself off. Cater’s bruising kisses draw Idia’s spine off the bed in an arch, hips squirming. His length throbs in the circle of those fingers.

He loves it and he knows it will only get better. Cater delights in making him squirm, especially using Idia’s quirks and few tricks against him, and if that can be encouraged then Idia will do anything for that purpose. But for now, Cater clearly has a plan, so Idia will let himself be explored and pampered. He rolls his hips, trying to move with every stroke, wanting to know how far down his boyfriend’s mouth is going.

It had been Cater's intention to wait to use his mouth until after Idia's first orgasm, but his reactions make it too hard for him to resist any longer. He wants, needs to taste him. He goes down farther, his hand barely needing to move as he does so with Idia's hips moving on their own. The second that Cater reaches the engorged shaft he's easing it in on his tongue, anticipating that Idia won't be able to last for very long.

After a small break, he plans on giving him a real blowjob, but doesn't anticipate Idia doing much in the way of complaints if he just teases out his orgasm for now. His hand works the other boy's shaft hard, as if demanding the spillage of its contents as the tip of his tongue circles the head, flicking and dipping into the small opening at its center.

Cater wanted to hear Idia scream? He gets it, a choked off howl that makes the poor Housewarden buck upward with his eyes bulging. S—so wet and hot and slippery… he swears Cater is trying to work the tip of his tongue into the opening and his body is going haywire from it. No no no he can’t come already, what if he passes out from an intense orgasm?

He might not have any choice, though. Every throb in his groin rockets through the rest of his body, a hot drumbeat growing louder with each pulse of his heart. He’s thrusting against Cater’s tongue, hips jerking, pre-cum first beading and then dribbling free. He squeezes his eyes shut and whines loudly, fingers digging into the sheets so he doesn’t cross the line between sexy and harmful on his boyfriend’s back.

BUT BUT... IT'S GONNA GO IN THE USB SLOT NOT OUT XD

BOTH!!!

A LOT!!!

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