caycay | I've Been Lonely

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.”

He says never mind, but Cater shakes his head. It's important progress that Idia's making, being able to identify when his fears are unfounded, but he wants to make sure that his boyfriend knows he's heard. Seen. He knows how hard it can be, feeling like there's something inherently wrong with yourself.

"It's completely natural." He kisses him again, first on his temple and then on his cheek. "I am the farthest thing from disappointed that I could possibly be, because it just means I get to rile you up all over again."

The last thing he wants is for Idia to feel as if he's put some kind of blemish on their special night. Smiling against Idia's hair he teases, "and besides, you have the most amazing O-face."

So Cater wants tonight to be a roller-coaster of ecstasy. Idia can't imagine how it will feel to be taken to that peak again and again until exhaustion, but oh how he wants to experience it. The kisses spark a breathy chuckle from him and he nuzzles just under Cater's ear in return.

Wait, his "O-face?" What's... oh, okay, he gets it. His smile spreads into a teasing grin. "If we're talking O-faces, yours is top tier, too. I can't wait to see it again." Thinking about Cater's wild eyes and panting mouth has him twitching against his boyfriend's thigh. It's a much more pleasant thought than his usual gloomy musings, and the reactions of his body to it will surely encourage Cater to ravage him again.

"Is it?" Cater smiles even wider, that spark of mischief returning to his face--so they're both looking at each other with an equal sort of playfulness. "In that case, I have the perfect thing to keep you busy while your power bar fills up again."

He doesn't have to do much in the way of explaining. Moving away from Idia just enough to undo and pull off his own pants and underwear, his own cock is clearly standing at attention, waiting for its turn. Kicking the clothing away, he's rolling back into his boyfriend's arms. "If you can still feel your hands, that is."

Seeing his boyfriend nude is a good motivator to wriggle out of his top the rest of the way, so Idia makes good on the time Cater’s out of his arms to do exactly that. The skin on skin contact is well worth the minimal effort. One arm drapes around Cater’s back while the other glides down his side and hip, all while Idia’s eyes stay fixed on Cater’s.

He wants to do what Cater just did for him, but his proficiency isn’t high enough and with his teeth he could do real harm. Ugh, stupid Shroud curse side-effects. This skin has so many debuffs. So instead he curls his fingers around Cater’s erection, grateful that snuggling and a previous orgasm has taken some of the chill out of his hands. He starts with light, loose strokes, teasing and building up the way he’s learned. Then, wanting to feel the pulse of arousal, he gradually peppers in a few firmer but still slow strokes here and there without much of a pattern. Anticipation is key, after all. He wants to kiss his boyfriend at the same time but the need to watch Cater’s expression change is such a powerful impulse too.

Cater murmurs in happy appreciation when Idia's fingers make first contact. Having resisted touching himself outside of involuntary friction, his cock all but jumps into his boyfriend's palm. His hip presses in a little closer, and this time he can't help but steal a few kisses as they're getting started, already missing the feeling of the press of his sapphire lips.

Just like last time, however, he gets drawn in by that steady golden gaze--he can feel Idia drinking in every sigh. It still makes him feel so good, being so completely seen, like every single twitch is being memorized. There's no way his preferences will be overlooked or ignored. Everything about him, Idia makes feel like such a priority. As Cater's breath starts to grow more labored, his flush spreading down his neck, he gives a slight, husky laugh. "Remember when I told you I could imagine all the things you could do with your hands?"

Back then, of course, Idia hadn't picked up on the innuendo and Cater hadn't bothered to clarify.

Now he gets it, with more time spent around Cater's teasing. Idia giggles, that "ke ke ke" a lot of people find creepy, but with the lightheartedness behind it it's more dorky and cute now. His hand works its magic over Cater's cock, pausing now and then to rub over the crown with the pad of his thumb. "You liked this last time," he chuckles. "One of the advantages of grouping with an elite gamer."

Gods, his boyfriend is so beautiful with that flushed face and his pink lips parted around hot breaths. Well, he's beautiful no matter what, but Idia loves when Cater's turned on because of him. He really is memorizing everything about the other boy, wanting to make Cater know he has a permanent place in his heart. Not only that, he wants those memories to cherish when they're apart. For someone as isolated as Idia, separation from Cater has become an ache that persists until the next time they're together.

"While I've got you like this, there's something I should probably tell you." His crooked grin, sharp and sly, makes his eyes gleam predatorially.

Cater's eyes are fluttering as his pleasure builds further, his stomach starting to feel tight. "Hm?" There's a second or two delay in his brain, his hands resting at Idia's waistline. "Something you should tell me while you've got me like this?"

He can't help but give another breathless laugh as he repeats the statement in a bit of curious disbelief. It's hard to look coy when he's in this position, groaning as Idia works in more technique, the manipulation of the head of his erection sparking a much more intense sensation.

"Well, I'm all ears."

Idia says nothing, quickening his strokes with that teasing grin still in place. He wants to feel Cater throb in his grip, wants to hear his breathing stutter into a groan of release. He has his boyfriend where he wants him, but it’s not the right moment yet. Instead he lays kisses along Cater’s jaw, lips at the pulse in his neck, nips his earlobes.

Yes, he’s being a tease, but it’s only fair. Besides, he knows Cater loves it. Idia’s confidence is growing, and with it his need to repay Cater for all that he’s given in their time together. So he urges his boyfriend onto his back, halfway hovering over him as Cater did to him before, and gazes down into his eyes with a look that softens from sly to sweet.

“Let me see you lose control first, and I’ll tell you.”

There's no way to stop his curiosity from morphing into anticipation when Idia leaves the question unanswered, stroking him with more insistence. "Ah," he whines on a moan, arching closer into him, "so mean!"

But just as Idia surmised, Cater is clearly enjoying himself, and there's no malice in his accusation of cruelty. In fact, the teasing has an obvious effect on him physically as Cater begins to squirm, legs restless. When Idia moves them into position so he's over him, Cater's arms snake around his back, hugging onto him, his legs bending upward at the knees.

It's always been obvious how brilliant Idia is--the Ignihyde Housewarden was a genius in so many ways, but how fast he's learning in something like this, too, really drives the point home. Even for a virgin, his experience with his own body had been so minimal, but he's absorbed their time together like computer programming. Cater's adoration is a whole new hit of pleasure. Someone so incredible willing to be with him, date him...

His brow furrows, arms squeeze the boy above him more tightly.

So beautiful… Cater is gorgeous and funny and so sweet, how did someone like Idia get lucky enough to earn his affection? They fit together perfectly, bonded in their past trauma even as they heal each other. And now they have tonight to share. Idia couldn’t ask for anything more.

“If you trust me, close your eyes.” He wants Cater to come undone and to do the same to him in turn. He won’t be afraid of messing things up, not when Cater believes in him.

Even if Cater didn't feel as if he was coming apart at the seams, Idia's the one person he'd respect such a request from without question. "Of course I trust you," he tells him even after he shuts his eyes, feeling the need to reaffirm the concept out loud. More than trust you, he wants to say, but doesn't have the bandwidth left for further thought

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