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He can't help himself--the flustered reaction makes him grin, and he pulls back from their cozy embrace to look up at Idia's face. Yeah, he wants to see the embarrassed look on his face. "Well, you know, if you wanted to stay up for real...I know how to get your heart racing."

Ehhhh! "Please tell me it's some sort of joke answer, like a certain game, or caffeine, or... I donno, something an obvious punchline to this all!" You know, not that Idia is against other options... he thinks... but still...

Some of that 'panic' leaking away, "You're going to be horrible to me..." Oh, wait, miscommunication with stuff like this before, Idia saying something as a reaction but not really meaning it... letting that full put on panic leave, no longer playing that game. "I, ah, I didn't really mean it, ah, like that. Just..." A huff. "I donno... you got Cay-Cay, I got... me?" Just how he always is. Around everyone.

Well, less so around Cater. But... still a little, for them to play with, bounce off each other for fun.

Cater leaves the joke hanging--the punchline is pretty much exactly what he was implying, after all. Still, his expression softens when Idia tries to explain the intent behind his words. Chuckling, he leans in to press a soft kiss to Idia's cheek. "I know," he assures. "Besides, you aren't wrong. I'm going to drive you absolutely out of your mind."

Oh. That kiss. Idia's expression softening again, though... that blush lingering as he gaze moves off to the side, away from Cater, fingers tightening on Cater's waist and leg as Idia fights the need to raise a hand to cover his mouth as he answer. "I, ah... good, ah... good. I'm... ah, really curious to, ah, to try... stuff."

Hmmm, though, that blush fading a bit as Idia thinks more seriously. "I was going to talk about this tomorrow, well, today, I guess, but... think good to be on the same page about, ah... how public we're going to be." He looking back to Cater now, those nerves gone or at least shoved down and away for this. "I... I get why you hid us, and I get why you may think that's best, for me, and maybe for how you show yourself. But... I-I think I will feel bad if... make you hide this if you don't want to. I do get if you wanna, for your image, and I'm not upset if you do." Idia adding a shrug to it. He does get it. Cay-Cay was a certain show Cater put on and Idia's fine if he doesn't fit into it.

"But... yeah, we, ah, we need to work this out, before classes, at least." However, "Not that I go to classes often..." Hmmm. "Though... maybe, ah, a bit more... now." Though to be clear! "Not all the time though." Those last words the most confident out of them all. Yeah, Idia can't handle going to all classes.

It's...it's honestly a tricky concept. He can't say that being public with Idia would really interfere with his persona--Cay-Cay's a clout-chasing party boy, but even party boys can be in relationships. At the same time, though, it does blur the lines a bit more between his private feelings and the way he presents himself. And then...if he's going full Cay-Cay while publicly dating Idia, would he be too overwhelming for the reclusive housewarden?

"I don't want to hide this," he decides slowly, working it out as he talks. "But I know it'll put a lot of attention on you...so if we go public, you need to tell me your boundaries. That way, even if I'm putting on an act I won't do anything you aren't comfortable with around others. How's that sound?"

That was... reasonable, though Idia counters, "I think you underestimate my ability to panic run and hide despite being literally on fire." He's gotten pretty good about it. Plus, "And Ignihyde is actually... pretty loyal to me, they'll help me out if I need it." A bit of a smile forming at that thought. Who would had thought that, considering the protest he got when he first became dorm leader.

Idia put those noobs in their place.

"But yeah, I'll let you know. Donno what to expect but... will let you know if got issues with... whatever." Idia's not sure he realizes what he's getting into, but... "Even if it's a lot for me... feels better than, like, sneaking around and pretending we're not, right? Seems insulting to just, you know, ignore each other around others like we don't exist." Idia's used to that, or aims for that, but... he doesn't like the idea of doing that to Cater.

Cater nods along to Idia's thoughts on the matter, quiet for a moment before unwrapping his arms from around that thin waist to reach up and cup Idia's face in both hands. He strokes those sharp cheekbones with his calloused guitarist thumbs. "It'll be a learning process for us both, so...no rush. We'll just take it one day at a time."

He just has one thing that he wants to say, a statement that's been on his mind since they started talking about this. "I'm not ashamed to be seen with you. You get that, right?"

Idia assumed he would have to take time to get used to this, so not used to the touch but... it's nice. And with how much Cater had shown of himself, willing or not, it doesn't feel like a trap. That they both got enough dirt on each other now. And both knew it... but didn't feel a need to hold that as 'just in case' material. He holds still as Cater's hands cup his face, that hand leaving Cater's knee to come up to gentle rest around on one of his wrists, long fingers curling around it.

"Eh, wasn't thinking you, thinking with Cay-Cay and how you wanna show that, that's all." A shrug, Idia not upset or offended by that at all. He gets it.

"Well, I'm gonna hold your hand so hard, that's for sure. And you're never sitting alone in class again." He grins again, enjoying the feeling of his hand there--it reminds him of earlier, in the photo booth. In the alley.

"FR, tho...I'm really looking forward to seeing you in class more often. I know you won't be there all the time, but yeah." It'll be good to see him. He knows he'd have felt that way even before the massive development they had today. "It'll be soooo much easier to stay awake during Trein's lectures."

"Even when I'm a tablet?" Really Cater? Really? Though... Idia doesn't mind that idea either. Maybe Cater can help him with doors that way. The one draw back of using a tablet, can't get through doors. Or if the battery dies on it...

"Pffftt, you better not get me blamed for you falling asleep. And better not fall asleep on me." Idia grinning away with that thought. "Get us both in trouble."

"Oh, especially when you're a tablet. I know how sassy you get when you're behind a screen." That cheeky look comes back as he winks, adding, "if I do look like I'm falling asleep, you can just reach over and pinch me under the desk."

"Pfftt!" Yeah, yeah, ok, maybe so. But still, "With you at least." Less so around others. "And maybe chat." Time will tell with that.

That idea of trying to wake Cater up makes Idia's brows go up for a moment... before glancing off over to the side, brain going, well, places... "Why I feel if I do something like that it will start a war I won't win." Or maybe would... but still... hmmmm...

That look only gets more mischievous, Cater's fang glinting from how wide his smile gets. "Because you totally wouldn't. I'd up the ante until you're squirming."

And speaking of squirming, he picks up on the way that Idia seems to think something that he's not saying. "So..."

Cater clears his throat, fingertips coiling against Idia's cheeks, shifting to cup his jaw instead. "Did you want to stay up? Because either we start making out or I should probably get back to my room before I'm too tired to climb up into my window."

Oh. Oh. Ah. That blush returning to Idia's face as Cater holds him there, unable to get away. "A-ah, if we do, aren't you just going to be too tired to go back anyway?" That would have the same outcome, right?

Though... Idia's hold on Cater's waist tightening, as if to stop him from leaving just yet. "D-Don't go getting your head off, not after all of this... Though," A brief laugh. "That might be more distracting to others than us dating. You walking around with that."

"Depends on how much work I'm doing," he counters--of course expecting to take the lead on all of this. The night being the way it was, Cater certainly doesn't anticipate going too far. Trying to gauge where Idia's actually at in terms of his nerves and his comfort level, he's about to err on the side of caution and back off when that hand holds him steady.

Maybe his expression gets a bit of a smolder at that, his own heartrate picking up.

"Well," he decides, "if I was gonna get my head lobbed off for anything...this is the best reason I can imagine. Totally worth it."

"Omg..." Cater, please. "Don't you go blaming me for that. You'll... try and twist it somehow that I gotta make it up to you."

"Work?" 'Work'? Just how much 'work' are you expecting to have happen, Cater? Though Idia's tone dropping in volume as he asked, leaning in closer to Cater, fingers firmer against his wrist, urging him closer.

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Although there's no change to the way that he smiles at Idia, Cater's eyelids drop halfway as he gets pulled in, happy to let it happen. His hands drop to that lovely, long neck as he leans in, shifting his whole body closer, and whispers lowly into the other boy's ear:

"Working your body, I mean."

Opening his mouth, he captures Idia's earlobe lightly in his teeth, pulling it gently so his fang drags against it before it falls free. Wordlessly, he brushes his lips against Idia's jawline, a slow, sensual path toward the mouth that waits at the end.

Idia had fully expected Cater to lean in for a kiss, so when he ducks to the side and does, well, that, it catches Idia completely off guard, Cater's teeth clamping down on his earlobe and, "A-Aah! Cater~!" What?! What?! Idia's hold tightening on where he held Cater, legs jolting against his in surprise.

"W-Whaat?" A shake to Idia's voice as his face and hair erupt into pink tones, turning his head to try and meet Cater's lips.

Cater only offers a soft, breathless laugh in response as he reaches Idia's mouth, lips still quirked into a smile as he kisses him. His fingers wiggle against Idia's neck, playful, but then urges him to tilt his head slightly as he tries and lead the less experienced teen into a deeper kiss.

Tired or not, there's this energy to the ginger that threatens to completely eat up the lanky nerd if he isn't careful.

A lot less experienced but with a lot of ideas. Stuff he only put aside as fantasy. Stuff of interest, but never considered ever playing it out. So yes, Idia's going to need help getting comfortable with this all. Even if it's a shock to him at first, though Idia is easily moved by Cater's suggestions, moving as instructed, eyes partly open still as if to observe this all. His hand dropping from Cater's wrist back to his leg, a tug against it and Cater's waist, as if to pull him closer during all of this.

Idia's movements are encouraging--that tug on his leg making him sigh in a relaxed sort of pleasure. Just as he guides Idia, he follows those indications, wanting to know all that Idia craves and give it to him. He moves his leg up at the knee, bringing his thigh up closer--though he'll need to shift his body further to get any closer. For now, the idea of needing to stop what they're doing in order to change positions properly is too much.

Although he ramps up the intensity of the kiss, Cater keeps it slow and easy as to avoid totally overwhelming him by being too heavy-handed. As the pace gets set in place, his hands loosen from their position, slinging back around his shoulders in an easy embrace.

Idia really is lost for thought. But that's really, really not a bad thing. It's not got that same energy as their first kiss, in that photo booth, not quite that same demand from both of them. But it feels similar, just more controlled. For now. Idia's happy to learn, trying to match Cater's pace, trying to remember for later, but also... just doing what felt right. To not question it or over think, just do.

And right now 'do' was resulting in some frustration, specifically with what Cater had on. Ugh, his stupid hoodie, Idia can't actually really feel Cater under it, the fabric too thick. It had served is purpose but at the moment it's an annoyance, Idia's fingers hunting out the edge of that lower band to snake his hand up under it, trying to find the person hidden within it.

His skin warmest underneath the hoodie, Cater's body jolts slightly when Idia's fingers reach in and find him. With a slight squeak and then a laugh, Cater breaks the kiss to give a breathy apology against those blue lips. "Sorry--just a little cold."

But he's far from pulling away, bringing his arms back around so he can unzip the hoodie--farewell, limited edition item. He hopes to be in your oversized confines again sometime soon. For now, he has another embrace to be wrapped in, and losing that layer has him pressing in for more body heat, eagerly encouraging Idia to keep touching and exploring as he goes in to kiss at his neck.

Hmm? Hm? Oh? Idia needing a moment to catch that, blinking as he took that in.

Then a hint of a smile. "Oh yeah?" Ok, he's starting to see why that's fun, why Cater did it to him, to catch him off guard. "What if I like that though? You reacting like that?" Testing to see if he can get something similar again, tracing his fingertips lightly up Cater's side over his shirt. And... ok, Cater slipping off his hoodie did 'ruin' it a little, but... having him pressed against him like that, without that restriction...

"This is really nice..." Idia speaks lowly, a soft 'ngh' getting loose from him as Cater leans into him again, aiming for his neck. But... if Cater reacted to that 'cold' like that before... if Idia just... fingertips trying for the edge of Cater's shirt this time, about to repeat the same but, "Is, ah, is this too much? You'll tell me, right?"

Ha. Idia would like making him squirm, wouldn't he? Cater giggles again, giddy and full of butterflies. His skin is still running hot--and hotter still, now that he's getting into this, so undoubtedly he'll get an even better reaction against bare skin. "Why don't you see what happens?" His tone is teasing, daring him.

"It isn't," he promises then at the next question. As much as he isn't planning on pushing things too far himself...well, whatever Idia's game for, Cater hardly has any personal limits. "I'll tell you--so you tell me too, yeah?"

And with that, he presses a wet kiss against Idia's neck before sucking on the skin there, definitely aiming to leave a mark.

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