caycay | I've Been Lonely

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

Idia knows he does, but having that trust affirmed in this way is a huge deal. Carefully he extracts himself from Cater’s arms and slides back, eyeing his target. Just once, slow and steady… that should push his boyfriend over the edge.

He leans down, gripping Cater’s hips and taking a deep breath before slowly running his tongue up the underside of the other boy’s erection in a broad stripe. No danger from his teeth, just a wet, warm, unexpected tongue. It’s weird to have any part of his mouth there, but if it feels half as good to Cater as it did when Idia experienced it…

Trust aside, Cater can't help but whine in protest when Idia disappears briefly from his arms. His weight doesn't shift off the bed, but even so he can't help but wonder what exactly it is that his boyfriend is planning here. Maybe, based on how much he's been learning from example, Cater should've expected what does come next. Still, somehow it's completely out of his imagining, and so when the new sensation meets his shaft, his whole body jolts in thankful surprise.

A cry escapes him. Cater calls out Idia's name in a mixture of shock and pleasure, reaching blindly for him as he forces himself to keep his eyes shut. More than anything else it's the element of surprise that sends shivers of ecstasy rocketing through him, his throbbing cock going from leaking to bursting by the time Idia's tongue reaches the top. "Don't stop," he begs, voice hinging on desperate, needing to feel that contact through the rolling wave of his orgasm.

Cater’s sudden orgasm takes Idia by surprise, nearly causing him to yelp as a few drops hit his cheek. He almost closes his mouth over the head but stops at the last second as he remembers his teeth. Instead he tries to catch as much as possible with his tongue alone but it’s such a mess. He gets some but it’s also all over Cater’s abdomen.

Well, he tried, and that look on his boyfriend’s face is worth the attempt, even considering the weird taste in his mouth now. He’ll help clean up in a moment. Carefully he leans over Cater to look into his face. “Look at me?” he asks softly.

Breathing hard, Cater cracks one eye open and then another. "Come here, you sneak," he huffs, reaching up to pull Idia down into a kiss. He has the salty taste of him on his tongue but none of that matters, and as Cater's mind starts to clear he bursts out into a fit of breathless giggles. "I didn't know if I was allowed to open my eyes."

Smiling wide, he keeps his forehead pressed into Idia's. His whole body is still throbbing, heart pounding, and he can feel his cooling spunk all over his abdomen. "Not too bad for a first try."

“Mmm.” Idia appears outwardly calm, but his heart is beating fast. It’s not anxiety but elation, knowing that what he’s done and what he’s about to do are momentous leaps in his development. Every day with Cater, he’s becoming a better person. That deserves more than he can ever repay, but he’s going to offer one thing he can toward that debt.

He pulls back just enough that he can look into Cater’s eyes again, his hair spilling around them like a shining pastel curtain. Idia looks softer than his boyfriend has ever seen him, his eyes damp with happy tears.

“I love you, Cater Diamond.”

When did Idia become so amazing and surprising him? Those few words reverberate around in his head as he stares into his boyfriend's face and he feels--well, he feels. So, so much, and all of it is so incredible. They haven't said it, had they? Cater had used the L-word, said he'd been in love with him, but now...

"Idia," he says in a choke, voice small and eyes watering in turn. "I love you, too."

They've been dating for all of half a week, but what does any of that matter? It feels now like he's known that this was his person since the moment he first laid eyes on him. It didn't matter how they appeared to be like oil and water. There was just something inside of him that couldn't let go even when it had felt like some kind of impossible ending.

He lets out a laugh and then a sob. His body is floating, his heart is full to bursting. He's a hot air balloon tethered to the ground by the most beautiful boy in the whole world.

The managed to avoid the bad end, though it felt like they nearly picked the wrong dialogue options. But this can't be the good end, either.

"I think we're the true end route."

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