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[Oh, but he loved it every time Cater touched him like that. Natsume was so starved for touch that such an intimate one got to him every time. He knew he'd told Cater that he imagined him with him every night once before, but it was still true.

He arched his hips to help with getting his pants off, but he took a moment to slip his own hands down inside the back of Cater's to pull the other boy against him, not wanting to lose out on that delicious friction for even a moment.]

Nn.. give me a mark, like you did before.

[Cater gives a pleased sigh as Natsume's hands grasp at him, and he doesn't hesitate in reciprocating as soon as those bottoms are out of the way. He winds his own embrace underneath Natsume, pulling him up to flush their bodies even more tightly together.]

I love it when you grab me like that.

[To feel like he was someone that another person just couldn't get enough of...it was so thrilling. Intoxicating. He nips the reddening area of Natsume's neck again, alternating between biting and kissing.]

Now that I know... I'll have to do it more often.

[This was like being trapped between two points of sweet torture. His body felt as though it were melting from how warm he'd gotten. It seemed only natural to wrap his legs around Cater's waist, but before he could do that he desperately needed Cater to lose those pants.]

Why aren't your pants off already?

[As if he didn't know the answer already. He wasn't exactly helping the problem, but he could still complain about it.]

[Cater raises up off of Natsume's neck just enough to grin at him, brushing their noses together playfully.]

What, you gonna make me do all the work myself?

[Teasing aside, though, he still takes his hands back from around Natsume to work on his own pants. Predictably, it is a little bit harder than it should be, what with the other boy wrapped around him like that...but he didn't want to separate their bodies, either.]

I was hoping you could just wave that little wand thing you have...

[It's only with great reluctance that he pulls his hands out of the back of Cater's pants, but he knows the reward for his impatience was coming soon. In the meantime, he could use the moment to shimmy and tug his own shirt up and over his head.

Once he does, he lets it drop to the floor, not bothering with folding any longer. Then he tilts his head for Cater to check out his neck, and the mark left there.]

What do you think?

C'mon, if I used magic for every little thing it wouldn't be fun! You are being so pouty, right now...it's cute.

[Natsume was always cute, no matter what he was doing. Cater finishes undressing himself (might as well get his shirt off, too, while he's at it) and brushes over the blossoming red mark with his thumb.]

I like it. You should give me one to match, before we're done.

It'd be fun for me.

[Natsume was definitely pouting that time. He did have a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth at the idea of them matching though. Once Cater was close enough again, Natsume drew him into a hungry kiss. He didn't want to waste any time in picking up where they'd left off, unless it turned out Cater had better ideas.

In the meantime, Natsume let his hands wander blindly across Cater's body, tracing his fingertips over dips and curves, letting his palms spread out and drag across heated skin.]

Next time, then. I'll show you more magic tricks.

[And that's all he gets out before his mouth is taken. Cater opens his mouth, returning the kiss just as greedily. Natsume explores him and he does the same, using his hands to maneuver those legs back around him again as he picks up the momentum they had previously been building up. He could feel their erections pressed together, slick and hot and wanting. With Natsume, everything always felt just right--and yet never enough, all at the same time.]

[It was so good when they seemed to be sharing the same thoughts for what they wanted. Cater was always so good at picking up on the little hints Natsume gave him too... It was always amazing when they were together. Especially times like this, when Cater had suggested something new and exciting to try, even if the idea still seemed so scandalous.

He'd probably like it, he knew. He liked everything Cater did to him. Deciding to give Cater one of those hints, Natsume stretched his hand down the middle of Cater's back, stroking a line with his fingertips until they rested low, just above the curve of his boyfriend's ass. Then he pressed them in firmly, starting to work them in a small circle.]

[Oh--that was what he wanted, was it? Well, message received loud and clear. Cater's lips curve into a smile against their kiss as he mimics the action, one hand sliding beneath Natsume so he can reach the small of his back. He presses in as instructed, fingers kneading a firm circle, and as he does his hips rock a little bit more intently. He knew he'd have the other boy mewling hard in no time, just based on past reactions to having that spot given attention, and he couldn't wait to drink in each and every elicit noise.]

[Natsume knew exactly what he was getting himself into when he felt Cater's hand slip beneath him. That first firm pressure against the small of his back had him squirming, his own fingers soon digging into Cater's hip and shoulder as he groaned into the kiss.

He'd been hard for so long already, before they'd even gotten into the room. There were so many things he knew he could have asked for, but what Cater was doing right now was so good and exactly what he needed. It was so slick between them, it was slowly driving him crazy to feel Cater's cock sliding against his own, feeding into his imagination of what it might be like.]

Yesssss... Right there, Cater, keep touching me there...

[It wasn't the first time that Cater had found himself thinking that he wanted to give Natsume everything he wanted--everything he could possibly ask for. This time, though, the color of that desire was much more passionate...much more explicit. His breath is hot against Natsume's mouth as they speak to each other, his own voice low and promising.]

Do you want it harder?

Harder!

[His body was winding up tight, so quickly now with Cater playing his body like a familiar instrument. The pleasure he got from Cater's fingers digging into that spot made Natsume flush hotly as his hips bucked, made his breath catch at the back of his throat, made him whine.

He panted his way through his orgasm as it hit him, his eyes glazed and locked onto Cater's, struggling to stay open. Natsume wanted to remember what Cater looked like in this moment. To have...]

—those beautiful green eyes watching me come...

[Cater had been tempted, as Natsume reached climax, to lean in and place another mark on him--this time on his collarbone. Those words transfix him, instead. He ground his fingers hard into Natsume's skin as he watched him, not daring to look away or even so much as blink as that high got ridden out. It isn't until the body beneath him begins to lose some of that tension that he claims the other boy's mouth in a hot kiss, his tongue at once seeking out Natsume's.

He could feel Natsume's fluids slick against his own stomach, and it only made his own rock-hard cock throb with an even more intense need. Seven, he wanted Natsume. Wanted all of him, in every single way.]

You're irresistible.

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[Natsume's legs finally loosened their hold where they were wrapped around Cater's hips, and his fingers eased their grip as they kissed. There might be bruises left behind where they'd dug in at hip and shoulder. If there were, Natsume would kiss over each and every one.

In that moment, with the way Cater was looking at him, Natsume very nearly caved. He could feel Cater hard against his stomach and was torn by all the ways he'd learned to appreciate it, plus the way he had only imagined so far. For just a moment, Natsume would have given Cater everything if he asked.

Then the small part of himself that knew he wasn't ready for it made his heart pang, and Natsume dragged his hands up to guide Cater back into another kiss instead, then nuzzle against the other boy's sweat-dampened brow.]

You never fail to give me everything I need.

[The sore places where Natsume had marked him with his fingers only made his body ache with even greater desire...but Cater didn't want to rush anything. He carefully moves his hand away from the small of Natsume's back to his waist instead as he accepts every soft and tender gesture, his smile warm and easy on his lips.]

I hope that stays true. I'd hate to leave you wanting.

[This heat, this closeness...he felt like he could just melt into it forever.]

[Another pang, this time filling Natsume with warmth. It was so easy to find Cater's mouth for another gentle, languid kiss that seemed to lead from one into another. Natsume simply basked in the feeling of Cater pressed around him and against him, hoping that his own unvoiced feelings slipped into every touch and kiss for them to share.]

What do you want, Cater? Tell me...

[Natsume would give him anything... almost.]

[For what felt like so, so long, Cater was more than content just with this. With their mingling heat, their shared breaths. He almost doesn't think to answer, so caught up in the taste of his partner. The presence of him.]

Just you.

[He breathes the response like its a prayer as a thumb brushes Natsume's cheek. Whatever that meant, whatever it looked like, Cater was happy with it. It was enough, because it was Natsume.]

So touch me however you like, okay?

I think you know what I like...

[It was a wet, slippery mess between them, but Natsume didn't hesitate. He shifted slowly enough that Cater could follow his lead, until their positions were reversed. He paused to give him one more lingering kiss before shifting himself down.

They'd had more practice at this since Cater's birthday, after discovering how much Natsume enjoyed it. Especially the giving part. Natsume kept his eyes on Cater this time as he settled between his boyfriend's legs, encouraging them to wrap around him loosely. Once they were both comfortable, Natsume drew Cater's cock to point upward so he could start licking his own come from it, taking his time. His eyes closed halfway as he did, his own pleasure clear on his face.]

[Nothing in the way of complaint comes from Cater as Natsume leads them in a shift. He lets out a contented breath as he settles back against the mattress and watches as the other boy makes his way do between his legs. He hadn't been angling for any one thing specifically, but of course, now that they were here he was going to enjoy himself.

Cater's moaning before the heat of Natsume's tongue is even on him--the touch alone drawing noise out of him. He doesn't give instruction--preferring to let Natsume explore at his own pace. By now, he already knew how to make him squirm, so why not savor every delicious second? Puffing hot breaths, he reaches out to run a hand through Natsume's hair as he watches him work.]

[Natsume's hand stroked in a firm grip at first, working him up—though it was hardly necessary at this point, only to ease up and slow down as he brought his mouth around the head of Cater's cock. He tasted himself, but it wasn't at all a deterrent. They were messy together just as often as they weren't, and he enjoyed all of it.

Tracing his tongue in a firm line against the shaft, Natsume eased himself into taking more and more into his mouth. He hadn't quite mastered his gag reflex, but by now it was only a matter of time. He'd quickly learned to use his hand to cover what his mouth couldn't. Using the sounds Cater made as cues, Natsume took his time, worshipping Cater with lips and tongue, humming his own pleasure when he could feel the head nudging near the back of his throat.]

A-Ah...Takashi...

[Cater breathes his name like its something pleasurable all its own, his fingers tightening and loosening as they continue to brush through Natsume's hair. He watches for awhile, but as he drops his mouth deeper and deeper onto him, his eyes flutter closed.]

You're getting way too good at this.

[His toes curl, stomach tensing as his hips buck slightly up off the bed. He wanted to last as long as he could, but having already been so worked up before they got to this point, he knew he was fighting a losing battle.]

[It didn't sound like a complaint, so Natsume let the amused pleasure he felt at hearing it show through his actions. He pulled back just enough to encourage him to move as his body wanted, moaning softly himself as Cater thrust into his mouth. Unless Cater were to suddenly force his head down, Natsume had plenty of room to ensure it didn't get to be too much.

They weren't quite to that point but the thought of it, of Cater losing control to that degree, was a budding little fantasy for Natsume. Someday, he wanted to experience Cater fucking his mouth without needing to hold back. For now, the sight and sound of Cater unravelling beneath him was enough.]

[If Cater knew what Natsume was fantasizing, he would absolutely be having a field day. Instead, he hovers in a growing feeling of bliss, his gasps for air taking on a telltale sharpness that Natsume certainly knew all too well by this point. His hips buck again, back arching as his pleasure reached its apex and his orgasm burst forward. As his thoughts swirled hazily, Natsume's name was still hot on his lips. Cater reached out, grasping for him, searching for purchase against the other boy's soft skin.]

[Natsume didn't make any effort to hold Cater down, instead moving with him through his orgasm, quickly swallowing along with it as it burst against his tongue. He continued to suck gently until he was sure Cater was spent, then reluctantly let the softening cock ease from his mouth.

Feeling Cater reaching, Natsume licked his lips and crawled upward again to immediately meet him in another kiss. He loved seeing Cater needy like this, and loved even more being able to give him what he wanted.]

When we get our place... I want to wake you up just like that.

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