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His own words thrown back at him, Cater feels a thrill run through him. Natsume had gotten so bold, and he loved it. Officially, he was ready to throw all caution to the wind in this little tryst they were having. Short of someone discovering them, Cater wasn't going to stop anymore. As long as it felt right, he'd touch Natsume as much as he wanted and let Natsume do the same in turn.

When he's kissed again, he returns it with full force, his tongue pressing hard into the other boy's, memorizing the shape of his teeth. He opens up the front of Natsume's pants with such eagerness that he's finally showing clumsiness in his movements--but he doesn't care, knows Natsume won't care, either. His breath is hot and panting the teen's mouth as he pulls the arousal out and into his palm, fingers coiling around the shaft.

The heat of Cater's hand wrapping around him, the grip that wasn't his own, the full force of Cater's feelings for him were going straight to Natsume's head. He only briefly broke the kiss to suck in a breath, holding it a few seconds as he tried to keep himself from getting overwhelmed.

"Y-yours too..." Natsume wasn't any better at coordination at this point. He was trying to keep from getting entirely swept up in the moment, because if he did, there was a good chance he'd end it all way too soon. Perhaps all the times he'd had to be quick and quiet in the middle of the night, or worse, early mornings, had caught up with him. Maybe it was simply the effect Cater himself had on him.

His hand fumbled- why was it so hard to work a button from this side of things? It wasn't long before he was drawing Cater's length out as well, his hand immediately stroking up and down, gauging without looking.

Cater works Natsume's cock in steady strokes, gasping against his lips so constantly now that it's all but impossible to keep properly kissing. Still, he keeps his eyes on the other boy's face, drinking in his pleasured expression just as much as the noises he's making. He doesn't want to miss a single second of Natsume's growing ecstasy as he gets closer and closer to his peak.

That being said, even if he had more experience than his partner in this situation, it had still been quite some time since he'd been touched like this, and Cater feels just as ready to burst--it was unlikely that either of them would last particularly long.

"You feel amazing," he murmurs huskily, working him a bit harder. "Don't stop."

As if he could after such blatant praise that he doesn't even feel like he deserves. Natsume could understand though. He was following Cater's example, matching his speed and if their hands bumped against each other, that was fine too. Everything about this was an experience Natsume was losing himself in. He couldn't stop his hips from thrusting himself into the other boy's grip even if he wanted to.

It would only take one more thumb swiping over his his tip for Natsume to go over the edge. Panting, eyes locked on Cater's, Natsume couldn't hold back the moan this time as he spilled over fingers and left streaks of white shooting hotly over Cater's bare chest.

A moment later he sought for yet another kiss, needing that reaffirmation between them.

Natsume's fluids burst against his skin and it's so sinfully hot that it pushes him over the edge shortly after. His mouth is captured just as he's whining out his pleasure, his own hand stilling as the rest of his body tenses, pushing into the other boy's hand and returning the mess that was made against him.

Breathing hard and hot, Cater loses himself in their kiss as his orgasm swims in his brain. It was so, so much better having someone else touch him there than doing it himself. He doesn't rush pulling away, but when the kiss does break his flushed face cracks a wide smile.

"We really went for it, didn't we?"

He flops down beside Cater in the hay, feeling winded in a similar way to how he feels after returning a name to a youkai. Similar, but infinitely better. Turning his head to look at the other boy, Natsume gave him a warm smile.

"I don't regret it... Do you?"

Absently, he lifted his hand to start licking it clean out of habit.

It's not that it's a particularly odd question, but something about it--and the way Natsume starts cleaning himself, fills Cater with so much giddiness he can't stop himself from laughing.

"Regret it? Dude, I'm already thinking about next time."

Well, screw it. He catches Natsume's eyes again and winks as he lifts his own messy hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean one-by-one.

It's right about the time that Cater winks and starts cleaning his fingers like he's just had some really good fried chicken that Natsume realizes the taste in his own mouth is different... and that he'd automatically fallen back on a habit borne of secrecy has just been outed.

Natsume's face flares with heat, but he continues... if only because Cater was doing the same. It would be weird to stop now, wouldn't it? Now that they... knew what each other... tasted like... For a brief second, that thought has Natsume feeling as though his soul has left his body.

"N-next time? It can't be at my house.. I share a room with my landlord. She might come after us both with scissors."

Cater is just about to ask Natsume how he likes the taste when the question of location comes up. He hums thoughtfully, reaching his clean hand over to idly brush Natsume's bangs from his face.

"That's a tough one. My house is pretty much off limits, too. I have my own room and all, but...yeah, I dunno about bringing anyone over."

Rook would probably ask strange and invasive questions, Webby was a child--and a very curious one--and he didn't even want to think about how Idia and Vil would react. Likely in very different but equally unpleasant ways. And then there was the puppy to think about, too...

"Guess we'll have to find a good rendezvous spot. Not that the barn isn't great and all, but I'm thinking we'll probably want somewhere more comfortable in the future."

The last thing they needed was a spy-duck jumping from the closet to brandish a weapon under the mistaken thought that Natsume was a vampire attacking her housemate.

"I saw an Inn the last time I was in Stellari... Maybe we could, um.. spend a night there, so it wouldn't look weird if we were only there for a little while."

It would mean they could take their time, too. Natsume was blushing at the thought of them having a room to themselves, without having to worry about getting caught. There would probably at least be a basin and pitcher of water in the room to clean up with, too. He wasn't so bold as to use his tongue to clean up the mess on Cater's chest, but... maybe next time...

Natsume's eyes trailing over Cater's bared skin and the red in his face were probably giving away his thoughts.

Cater was slowly cooling off, but the way that Natsume looks at him makes his eyes gleam with mischief.

"I would love to know all the things you're thinking," he teases, "but maybe it's more exciting if you hold onto them for awhile."

Until the "next time" they were discussing, anyway. An inn could work. There was definitely something a bit strange about the idea of renting a room to hook up in, but...well, it's not like Cater wanted things to get too personal, anyway. This was probably the best way to keep things casual between them.

Perhaps he sees where Natsume's eyes are wandering, or maybe it's just the way the spunk is growing cold on him, but Cater swipes the remaining mess on his body onto his fingers to suck clean. Truly shameless.

"I'm down to check the place out whenever you are."

Natsume's expression clearly says he's been busted but he's glad for the reprieve.

"Would tomorrow be too soon?" He wanted to go right now. Instead he was tucking himself back into his pants. He wanted to press Cater back into the hay and do all of this again, but instead he was looking for his shirt. Spotting it tossed back over Cater's head, Natsume leaned over to grab it.

Drawing back with it, he couldn't resist pausing where he hovered over Cater, letting his eyes trace over the other boy's tousled hair and how his eyes seemed to have such long lashes. The slight flush to his cheeks from what they'd been doing. How Cater's lips were still a little damp from the tongue that had recently swiped over them.

Natsume couldn't help himself from being drawn in, letting himself steal just one more kiss.

Cater doesn't seem to be in any hurry to get up, watching as Natsume works to put himself back together. He tucks himself back into his pants, as well, but doesn't make to move for his shirt--eyes following as the other boy leans in close.

"Tomorrow...?"

He makes a slight show of mulling it over, but he's grinning again as Natsume's lips capture his. One of his hands comes up to slide his fingers along the back of his neck one more time to keep him close for just a bit longer as the kiss breaks.

"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow. There's absolutely nothing else I'd rather be doing."

He was making it so incredibly hard for Natsume to pull away. Natsume does eventually though, and Cater could probably even see the regret in his eyes as he does. It was starting to get late though, and sooner or later someone was bound to return to let the animals back into the barn. It would be embarrassing to get caught, but...

"Can I take your picture? Just as you are."

He wanted to remember this moment, and how Cater looked at him, as though saying he were something he didn't want to let go.

"As long as it's for your eyes only," he agrees with a wink--seemingly less embarrassed to be taken a picture of like this than when he had rabbit ears. Perhaps with a slight amount of reluctance he slides his hand away from Natsume's neck, posing with his arms loosely up over his head in the hay. "Knock yourself out."

"Of course."

Though when Natsume had gotten his device ready for the picture and looked up again, he shook his head.

"You don't have to pose. I just wanted to remember you and this moment," He said softly, reaching to draw Cater's arms back down. How you looked at me like you didn't want to let me go.

He wasn't planning on taking a dirty picture. Natsume leaned in a little, not knowing how to zoom in on a subject. Shifted to the side, so that his own shadow didn't block the sunlight filtering through to catch the honestly beautiful shade of green that was Cater's eyes. How the reddish-orange of his hair glinted as it lay tousled around him, seeming to invite touch.

Then he waited. He didn't want the practiced smile from before. He waited, just until the moment it fell, when Cater's mouth parted, wanting to know— that was when Natsume's camera finally clicked.

Obviously, Cater's used to posing for photos, so he gives Natsume a somewhat puzzled look as he allows his arms to be pulled back down to where they'd been before. He waits, expecting Natsume to take the photo up until the point he actually takes it, and he lets out a slightly awkward laugh.

"I think I blinked during that shot--did it come out okay?"

"It came out really good, actually."

Natsume looks rather fond as he saves it, then turns his device for the other boy to see. With his sometimes otherworldly experiences, Natsume had had the opportunity to see some truly beautiful things. He thought this picture of Cater was easily one of them.

Cater's expression falls into something unreadable as he looks at the picture of him. More than most people, he's acutely aware of how he looks at all times--so it feels strange to find himself almost not recognizing himself. How had Natsume gotten him to look like that? And...

"I'm not really smiling, though. Doesn't that bother you?"

Natsume shook his head, looking at Cater curiously.

"I like the way the sun reflects off your eyes, see?" He eases down beside Cater in the hay, more than willing to point out the little reasons he thought it was a good photo. "Your hair too, it isn't perfect... but no one else knows that's because my hand was in it, messing it up... Or that your mouth is wet because I'd just kissed you..."

He turned his head to look at Cater as he spoke, still holding up the device so the other boy could see what he saw. Not feeling at all awkward about it, because it seemed so obvious to him.

"I think you're beautiful even when you're not smiling."

I think you're beautiful even when you're not smiling.

Cater's heart skips a beat. Everything that he'd said up until that was making his face flush harder than it already had been, but that last line...

As his eyes move from the photograph back to Natsume again, there's a flash in his expression of something almost desperate, but he quickly catches himself and sits up, turning away to grab his shirt. Cater laughs just a little too sharply as he shrugs his arms through the sleeves.

"You gotta hold on to some of those lines for tomorrow!"

Natsume wasn't sure what that brief flash of expression in Cater's face was, because he's never had someone look at him that way before. He's never seen himself the few times he's worn that very same look in his eyes, when he was desperate for someone that had been kind to him to be human, or when he'd first felt that glimmer of hope upon learning the Fujiwaras really did meet to discuss taking him into their home. He actually thought the look meant Cater might be about to kiss him again, even started to lean in for it, when Cater suddenly sat up.

Had he said something embarrassing? It was possible, he realized, given how red Cater's face had been. Natsume stayed where he was, though he caught the other boy's sleeve after a moment.

"Before we go... Could I get one more kiss? Something to tide me over until I see you again."

The problem isn't Natsume asking for another kiss...it's that Cater really wants that kiss. It was different, wanting it before, when his heart didn't feel squeezed like this. Wanting it now was dangerous. But, still, he can't bring himself to say no.

Taking a breath, Cater smiles as he turns back around to face Natsume again.

"Of course. I'm always good for one more kiss."

Still, he does keep his hands to himself this time as he leans in to press his lips to the other boy's.

He'll get to see the way Natsume's whole expression lights up when he turns and says that. Just as it was back at the party, there's no guile in Natsume's eyes as he returns Cater's smile.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Natsume murmured as their lips met. Unlike Cater, there was nothing holding him back from stretching his arms up to embrace the other boy, doing his own part to make sure he left his boyfriend with a kiss to hold him over until they saw each other the next day.

Natsume's fingers slid into Cater's hair at the nape of his neck as though they belonged there, and his mouth fell open unprompted to invite Cater to deepen the kiss.

The thought that he should pull back nags at him, but with Natsume drawing him in like that, his willpower, for the moment, crumbles. His hands come up and settle warmly on Natsume's arms as he gives into the kiss, deepening it with enthusiasm.

This was fine. As long as they didn't talk about anything too personal, it was fine.

"Careful," he murmurs against the other boy's lips as he reluctantly breaks away. "You'll get me excited all over again."

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