caycay | I've Been Lonely

"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.

To his credit, Idia is lasting much longer than Cater expected him to--but that only makes him want to devour his boyfriend even further. His free hand comes up to press flat against Idia's abdomen, helping keep him centered as his body struggles against the onslaught of new, heightened pleasures.

Taking his mouth off for a quick second, he murmurs a husky, "cum for me," before planting fervent, wet kisses down his length, tenderly massaging Idia's firm balls, coaxing out the imminent explosion.

Too much too much it’s all too much that wicked mouth and those massaging fingers and then that murmured order… Idia’s spine bows sharply upward and a hand shoves into Cater’s hair, nails scraping along his scalp. Twitching, jerking, he opens his mouth wide around an almost soundless gasp as he climaxes. It rattles through him in a storm of sensation with each spurt, pins and needles prickling through his face and over his head as he struggles to breathe through it. He finally manages a whimpering sob of relief right before collapsing, thumping into the bed with sweat starting to bead along his hairline.

An orgasm already and they’ve barely begun. Between Cater’s merciless seduction and Idia’s hair trigger libido, it’s going to be a long night.

Idia bursts with such sudden ferocity that Cater almost misses it. Just in time, he manages to get his mouth around his pride once more. The grip on his hair only pulls the shaft in farther down his throat as each spurt slams its way down. It’s times like these where Cater can’t help be glad that he’s never had much of a gag reflex.

When the flow finally stops, Cater eases off and tilts his head back, swallowing the whole load, licking his lips as he catches his breath, face flushed. Idia’s cock looks so cute, glistening and oversensitive, it’s tempting to play with it just gently enough to make his boyfriend jump and jerk. Ultimately, though, Idia’s face is already irresistible as it is, and Cater’s sure that he wouldn’t be able to handle that level of overstimulation.

Some other time.

For now, Cater tears off his shirt before crawling back up his boyfriend’s body and pulling him into a soft embrace, petting his hair.

Coming down off the high is easier once Cater holds him close. His rucked up top rubs against the ginger boy's bare torso and his pants still bind his legs below the knee, but Idia doesn't want to move. He burrows into the embrace, flame-tinted curls wisping around Cater's fingers from the main lavender and pink mass of the Housewarden's hair. Every climax his boyfriend has wrung from him in their time together over the last few weeks has left Idia limp and compliant. Knowing Cater's mouth had been on his cock, the memory of that hot wet tongue, really knocked him for a loop.

One day he wants to make Cater come that hard with his mouth, maybe even harder with the thrilling threat of his teeth.

"Not done yet...," he mutters, even as he tries to weakly kick off his pajama pants. He wants to be fully naked against his boyfriend now.

Using one of his own legs, Cater manages to hook onto the pants and help Idia get them off the rest of the way. “I know,” he assures, kissing him on his feet hairline. “No rush, right? Just catch your breath.”

He’s not going to let Idia out of his arms while he does, wanting to hold him through the aftershocks. “You good?”

Idia has to settle for another moment or two before he nods. He feels incredible, all melty like ice cream, but something nags at him. If not for lingering endorphins he’d be scowling more, a trace of a mildly grumpy pout on his lips. “I go off too easily. You’re not disappointed, are you?”

He knows he’ll get better with practice but the thought of boring Cater in the meantime haunts him. He’s so sick of his own insecurities. No matter how much progress they make, Idia can’t seem to shake the last of his self-doubt. He doesn’t want Cater to know, it will only worry him, but somehow his boyfriend always sees through him.

“Never mind, I know it’s just the malware again. Your antivirus program is working though. Just takes time.” He sighs, pout easing into a faint smile. “I really do feel awesome after climax. Good brain fog and liquid bones.”

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