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Nodding, Cater leans in to murmur a "way less chance to be gawked at." Of course, being so Magicam present, he can also imagine that if they were sitting closer to the front, someone might try and sneak a photo...yeah, back corner it is.

There's a split second where he almost reaches over to take Idia by the arm, but thinks fast enough to avoid the temptation. Slow down, he reminds himself. After the other night...especially being in public, he has to pump the breaks. Fortunately his textbook and notepad in one arm and coffee in the opposite hand occupies him, so they're safe up until the two of them find their spot and slide into the bench-style seating.

Cater puts his things down in front of him, pulling out his pen and his phone...and then perches his head in his hands, grinning at Idia like he has some kind of secret.

Oh. Oh, no, that make sense, Idia nodding away to that to show he heard and understood. Once classes started everyone would have to be facing forward so even those who didn't care about being caught gawking would have to give that up.

He... also had gone to do that, to reach for Cater's sleeve, Idia's hands more free to do so... but had stopped himself, keeping his free hand stuffed into his pocket as they got settled. He's got a lot less to set up; his pen if he was forced to write something, but everything else was on his computer, a flick of a finger bringing up a few screens so they were ready to go.

As Cater smiled at him like that, "What you grinning about?" He asks in a low whisper.

The question makes Cater smile even wider, a sparkle in his eye. "Just admiring the view," he says, casually reaching one hand over to flick open his textbook to the chapter they'd been working on. "You look extra good today. Like...something's different."

Sitting up straight again, he rubs his own neck in the space where he'd left a particular spot on the other boy's.

"Maybe it's just my imagination. Mondays, amirite?"

Idia's eyes widening to that...

Before he hisses out softly, trying not to be overheard, "Don't fucking say stuff like that! You know I can't hide when I-" Cutting himself off, needing that very moment to try and stop himself from blushing, the thing he was about to snap at Cater for. His hand instinctively reached for the medical patch he had put over his neck, that same spot Cater had...

"OMG you're impossible..."

"Sorry, sorry!" Giggling and completely unrepentant, Cater reaches for his phone and starts scrolling Magicam. Might as well act like his usual self for the couple of minutes before Trien arrives and all eyes must stay forward (not that that ever stopped him from sneaking his phone underneath his desk). "I promise not to try and embarrass you."

But to make up for it, he quickly pulls up a funny cat video that pops on his feed to share, knowing that Idia will approve of the adorable, funny hijinks.

"I don't believe that for a second." It's grumbled out... but also a hint of a smile as Idia slouches forward in his seat, elbow on the desk, chin in his hand. He... doesn't fully mind it. He thinks. At least he doesn't feel like he would?

A glance in Cater's direction and at his phone and that video, but not really focusing on it, instead... trying his own at this, to see if he can get something similar from Cater. "Or I would just have to find a way to get even," Idia's voice still low, to try and keep it between them. "You did want me to, ah, make sure you don't fall asleep in class, right?"

Oh? Letting the video play as a cover for anyone who might be looking their way, Cater glances Idia's way before looking forward at the screen again. "Think you're up for that kind of challenge?"

Yeah, he's in. If Idia wants to try and get him flustered in front of everyone, he absolutely welcomes the attempt.

Oh gods... Idia letting out a sigh, "And this is why I don't bluff... nothing to back it up..." But... you know... a glance back to Cater with that and, "Maybe." You know what, sure? This was a stupid idea but... sure, why not?

Though Idia gives a shake of his head, a hiss of a laughter from between his teeth into his hand. "Can't do things slow, can we, huh?" WTF? Srsly? ...maybe it is good Ortho had tested him at this rate...

You're a bad influence, Cater.

He's the absolute worst influence and he's delighted to know that he's rubbing off on his otaku boyfriend. "YOLO, go big or go home, we can go slow when we're dead, etc."

Hopefully Idia can keep his vitals steady. And damn if Cater doesn't want to up the ante even further. Maybe he'll think on that a bit longer, though. Hopefully, the idea of Cater's face in embarrassed contortion is enough incentive to make good on his naughty promise.

In walks Trein and Lucian, though, so it's time for Cater to silence and stash his phone in his pocket.

A soft 'pffft' from Idia to try not draw extra attention to them... who knows how much they already had, maybe they're not as sneaky as they think they are being... "Got that right." At least they got a similar view on death? How cheerful...

Though Idia seems to let the idea go as Trein enters and class starts, going about it as normal for whenever he's there; a few taps away at his screens as he needs to record things, or bring up information that being spoken about. But also trying to work out how to do this little challenge, only half paying attention to class as Idia runs through ideas in his head, and how long to wait, wanting to catch Cater off guard. Not too much to cause a scene, just.... fun between them. The fact he was even considering doing this... just... Idia would had never thought he would ever do something like this. Loved the trope of it, loved reading it. But never expected to do it.

So it's during a moment when he thinks Cater is distracted enough by class that Idia reaches out a hand under the joined desks. A bonus of them having opposite dominate hands, it leaves that other side free without something in the way. It's light at first, a touch of his fingertips to the side of Cater's thigh, tracing them up over the top towards his knee as Idia allowed his palm to spread out over the top of Cater's leg, his outer two fingers trailing on the inside of it. All the while leaning his chin into his other hand, eyes on the front of class, and doing his best to stay focused and not let his thoughts drift to just what he was doing...

For all his teasing and hopeful bluster, Cater doesn't actually expect Idia to follow through. He did say he was bluffing...and anyway, it's super risky, right? They're in class, and it's not like they've touched in each other below the waistline, yet.

Yeah, so, Cater had nearly gotten there before Ortho had interrupted them the other night, but Idia taking that plunge? It's not a question of how brave or adventurous the Ignihyde housewarden is so much as it being such a leap overall.

So Cater had almost completely set the fantasy about the teased promise out of his mind as he tried to keep up with notetaking through Trein's flavorless droning and Lucian's incessant yowling. That's when he feels the creeping sensation of fingertips against his leg and nearly drops his pen in surprise. He fumbles but catches it, glancing subtly at Idia before training his eyes forward once again. It was another stroke of luck that he startled as their professor was facing the chalkboard, giving him time to recompose himself before there's any reason to be called out.

Alright, so maybe despite his constant flirtations and innuendos, this is also completely new for him, as well. That said...there's something immediately incredibly hot about how easily they could get caught.

If he looks at Cater he's going to start blushing. If he looks at Cater he's going to start blushing. So he can't, Idia just can't! Not if he wants to remain composed at all. So eyes ahead, looking at the lesson, that controlled and cool mask slammed firmly in place to keep himself composed. All the while that hand moving so his fingertips lightly track up the inside seam of Cater's pants, thumb trailing along on top of his leg, palm sliding upwards. Idia's not planning to go too far, but he's also got no 'end game' plan. Not sure if he's waiting for Cater to stop him or... what. Just... going until something happens?

Either he chickens out or Cater does.

There's a knot forming in Cater's throat as he goes on total autopilot pretending to listen to the lecture. If Trein calls on them it's all over--there's no way he'll be able to say anything coherent. His heart starts thumping the higher that Idia's hand goes, his body feeling flush as the blood runs toward his groin. A small part of him says he should stop this before he gets put in a position way too compromising for the both of them...

...but he's not ready to back down, either. So, Cater gulps and reaches slowly for his coffee with the hand not holding his pen, taking a long, slow sip. Yeah, he's fine! Toooootally chill!

Srsly?! Really?! Idia turning his hand over so his knuckles are now resting against his lips, eyes narrowing a bit as if concentrating on class, but really a mixed between confused, annoyed, and just 'wtf!?'ing in his mind. This wasn't smart! Why is he not stopping?! Why is Cater not stopping him?! Sure, they agreed to not hide they were dating now, but also not blast it out to everyone. And certainly not... this! In class! Ugh!

Idia's gaze flicks over to Cater briefly as he spotted that movement out of the corner of his eye, hoping somehow Cater was motioning for him to stop but, no, no, coffee instead. Does... does this mean it's not working? That for Cater this wasn't a thing or good enough? Or was he trying like Idia to not show what was happening? Idia's brow dropping more, lips parting enough to lightly bite at his own knuckle. If it really wasn't enough, and Cater had joked about pinching earlier, then... that maybe? Idia slipping his hand so his thumb rested inside Cater's leg now, a light pinch through his trousers to the inside of his thigh.

...well, that's certainly one way to do it. Having forgotten his joke about pinching, Cater jolts in his seat, nearly choking on the coffee he'd just swallowed. For once, the ginger is thoroughly thankful for Lucian's loud meowing, because it covers up a slight noise of surprise that he makes.

He's thoroughly red-faced now, wide-eyed. What the Hell was that?!

The problem being that for all it took him off guard, he doesn't mind a little bit of pain. If anything, it only gets him going even more. Idia really is serious here, isn't he? Cater carefully slides just a bit closer in his seat, shifting everything at once when their professor's back is turned.

As he does so, Cater widens his legs so his knee bumps directly against Idia...and so does the growing tent in his trousers against his hand.

What?! What?! What?! Nope, hand flipped back over, Idia holding his mouth in his palm, digging his fingers and thumb into his cheeks to try and keep focused and not instantly go fully pink with this all.

Eventually mumbling out under his breath, "You told me to YOLO..." This is clearly your fault, Cater! Idia's hand not creeping higher... but he also hasn't removed it, keeping it in place... though his nerves and need to fidget causing those light brushes with his fingertips and thumb again.

Doing his best to keep his breathing steady, to calm down his heartrate, Cater dips his head as he looks over, under the guise of intense note taking. "And did I stutter?"

His free hand goes underneath the desk, his hand sliding on top of Idia's as he urges it even closer to his groin.

At this point? Fuck it.

And with that Idia's attempts to appear neutral snaps, those hair tips fading into pink as he mutters into his hand, "Ah fuck~..." Damnit! That's too hot! Idia needing to squeeze his eyes closed tight for a moment before forcing them back open and forward, trying to slow his breathing and calm himself...

But moving with Cater's hand, those light touches again, finger tips brushing over the fabric over Cater's crotch, able to feel that hardness under it and, "Omg..." Idia adjusting his own position slightly, a shift of his own legs at the thought that he managed to get Cater hard like this, in class, just from this... fingers stroking slowly, gently, despite any distress that may be creeping into his tone or form.

What is he doing? Why is he encouraging things this far? Ugh, how is this all so incredibly hot?! Has he always been this sexually charged, or is it just because it's Idia? Even though the last question is scary, he pushes it down before it can spark any boner-killing anxiety.

The gentle, exploratory touches through the fabric of his pants gets him harder as time passes, and he knows that at this rate, by the end of class he's going to be rock solid. He gulps down another knot in his throat, and it's all he can do not to moan softly in his throat. Cater's eyes flutter, but not out of sleepiness, brow knitting.

Now he's not even taking notes, just moving his pen in a way that looks convincing enough from a distance. What his body wants, really wants, he can't have here, and that makes Idia's cautious movements beyond teasing--a sweet torture he can't get enough of.

What a way to start a Monday.

They are never sitting together again.

Idia's going to have to make sure to tell Cater that later. After they survive this!

At least Idia is known to not really take notes, just poke at his screens now and then, so he's got an excuse just to be staring forward and not doing much. Which he's really glad for right now! Idia not sure he could pull off the whole 'looking like he's working' mode like Cater was. The problem with that is it allowed Idia to only focus on what his hand is doing, feeling that pressure through Cater's pants but... wanting more. Before mentally yelling at himself for thinking that. They just started dating! They were in class! What the hell is wrong with him?!

Yet it doesn't stop him, no thoughts, certainly no smart ones at least, those fingers shifting to be replaced with his palm. More to press against, a firmer touch. As Idia's starting to battle with his own situation. Just from touching Cater! Not even anything to him! It should be something so mortifying to have happen! But... Idia's really not focused on himself right now...

Cater bites his lip as a slight whimper escapes him. That more brazen touch has him seeing stars, his head swimming. Completely involuntary, his hips buck slightly into Idia's palm...he's definitely having a much harder time keeping up this act, now. Cater's pulse feels like it's making his skin vibrate from the force underneath his surface.

Just as he thinks he might break and moan out loud, they're jumpscared by the bell. As Trein dismisses the class and their classmates start gathering their things and exiting the class, Cater falls forward against the desk, facedown into his textbook.

Thank the Gods. The Seven. Whoever managed to get them through that. Idia's hand freezing as the bell shocked him, the pressure leaving Cater even if his hand didn't go far, still in Cater's space but...

Idia letting out a long sigh as he rubbed at his face. Then brain kicking in. Not the 'wtf are we doing?!?1?!' side, but the 'solve the problem!' side; giving them a reason to look like they weren't moving. A flick of a finger brings a screen over between them, Idia poking at it as if he's showing Cater something on it as he speaks softly.

"We are never sitting together again..." Yup, yup, not risking this again, his hand coming to rest down on Cater's thigh again, side of his hand still against the hardness and... a pause to swallow, not believing what he's about to say... "W-Wanna skip next class?" To do what? Idia's hadn't thought that far ahead.

Cater lets out a huff that falls short of being a laugh. As the room continues clearing out, he moves his face to look up at Idia from his flopped over position, face flushed and eyes glazed with arousal. "I need to skip next class," he replies in ready agreement.

Even if he waits to deflate so he can safely stand up, he's officially way too turned on to think about anything else this morning. Exactly how far they're going to take things from here isn't something he's necessarily considering, either.

All he knows his how bad he wants Idia to keep touching him.

Idia's own soft 'heh' as a reply to that. Then quiet. Expression soften as those brows turned up again. "Y-You regretting this? I mean... this was fucking stupid..." Both just too caught up in the moment, not really thinking it through. Idia should had stopped. Cater should had told him to stop.

But... the fact Cater reacted to his touch like that. To him doing that...

Idia really liked that feeling.

Though, leaning back in his own seat a bit with a sigh. "... I need a moment too..." At least his hoodie hid it better...

Cater lets out a soft, breathy laugh as he sits back up again. "It was pretty stupid," he agrees...but as the last student heads out, he reaches for Idia's hand, coiling his fingers through those longer ones that had been tormenting him just moments ago. "But I don't regret it at all, no."

He'll finish off his coffee while they wait for their bodies to calm down. It's cold now, but he hardly cares--it's something to focus his mind on that isn't sexual, which he desperately needs if they're going to stand up and go anywhere. Even then, he still can't stop the light buzz of excitement that courses through him.

Yeah, there's no way he'd have any kind of head for class in this state.

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