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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.

Idia not realizing how much he was waiting for that answer... before letting a breath out once hearing it, other hand going up through his hair. "Ah, good... good... just... not again, in class, k?" Giving a light squeeze to Cater's fingers.

Then, "It was so hard having to control my hair!" It hissed out in a 'shouted' whisper, for the emphasis, but also not to draw any more attention that they were the last two left in the room. Then an 'eh!' sound as Idia squeezes his eyes closed, lips pulled back to grimace. "I hate where my brain is taking me right now... never gonna look at class room the same again..." It was an even more stupid idea than what they just did, but totally going to stay as an idea, nothing else.

The statement makes Cater's laughter ring out more enthusiastically. "OMG! I so wanna pick your brain."

So, so many tropes, he's sure. None of which they can safely actually act out, though Cater can't help himself from suggesting:

"We could always sneak into a classroom after hours...no one would suspect a thing."

He's kidding though, really, and the humor at the absolutely absurdity of the potential fantasies or roleplay scenarios sorts him out well enough that he's able to stand.

"You good to go?"

A pause. A long one. As if Idia's considering that. And maybe is as pink started to seep into his hair again. Before, "OMFG! Stop!" A couple of sharp shakes of his head to throw those thoughts well out of it. Nope. Nope. Not going there. Not now at least.

Plus, "There too many cameras around... and ghosts. And talking portraits." Yup, not really an options. Not in reality.

"Yeah, yeah, ah, if you are." Then the next main question. "Um... where we going?"

"Hmmm..."

As Cater thinks of a reasonable place where they can go have some privacy (aside from a bathroom, which at the moment feels all too degenerate for his tastes), a bit of a naughty thought hits him. Well, the entire situation is naughty, really.

"You know, Heartslabyul will definitely be empty, if you want to come to my room." Almost all the students in that dorm are too scared of Riddle's unique magic to dare skip class, after all. Cater, having his own unique magic that makes skipping class incredibly simple, has no such qualms. "As long as we leave before lunch, no one'll be around to notice us coming or going."

...oh.

Then quietly, "I... was actually gonna suggest Ignihyde." Same situation as Cater suggested, most should be out in classes at this time. With one exception. "Though Ortho would be there..." ...oh gods, Ortho is not going to be amused about this. At all.

...and maybe a quick text on a screen to tell him to turn off monitoring life signs for a bit. Please. Ortho. Don't judge your brother right now!

"...Heartslabyul is a good idea." However... Idia has another question. But not sure how to ask it. It's going to be super embarrassing, but... important. Or it will just out him about his thoughts right now. But considering how class just went... Needing some help with this, tugging his hood up and over his head, using it to help give him confidence. "Um, do you have, ah..." Oh gods... "Ah... lube? In your room?"

The question nearly makes Cater choke. With anyone else, a question like that would welcome a whole round of teasing...but seeing how hard it was for Idia to ask and how, well, there isn't any real telling just how far they're about to take things...Cater just gives a somewhat bashful chuckle.

Yeah," he assures. "I have everything that we might need."

No needing to make special arrangements to purchase or borrow condoms on his watch. Cater Diamond is always prepared to make an absolute mess of himself at the drop of a hat.

Hand still in Idia's, he starts to pull him toward the door. Just in case, he summons a split card with his pen in the other, passing off his supplies so it can head to class for him. At least that gives one of them an (apparent) alibi.

Edited 2023-03-16 01:15 (UTC)

Despite all that embarrassment that came with asking that question... seeing Cater react like that, Idia can't stop himself, "Pffft, oh yeah? Everything, huh?" Considering how far to take this teasing, and also knowing Cater can easily turn it back on him.

Idia offers no complaint or resistance to that tug, following along easily. Though a bit more of a pull at his hood as his computer trails along with them, a slight pause as a 'Cater' splits off and heads off to class. "Huh, guess you can get out of this real easy, huh?" ...less so Idia, but hey, he's got that reputation for a reason, of not showing up.

"Well, the essentials, at the very least," he tosses back with an easy wink, letting the split card slip off ahead of them before taking the opposite route to the Hall of Mirrors.

"Easy enough. Get tired after awhile if I keep one up for too long." Luckily, once they reach a certain point in the main building away from the classrooms, there are only a few stragglers left to notice them. From there, it's pretty empty on their way to the portals. Cater tries not to totally yank at Idia as they walk--the closer they get to their destination, the more butterflies he feels fluttering around in his stomach.

"At the risk of sounding cringe," he says, "I'm really looking forward to kissing you again."

And everything else that they're potentially planning on doing, but he thinks it kind of goes without saying.

Even if Cater isn't trying to be too eager Idia can notice that extra energy in his step, it sending a whole bunch of flutters to his stomach. Not nerves. Well, maybe a little bit, but for the most... it's more... wanting? Excitement? Wondering on what's about to happen? All of the above.

"That's not cringe..." He replies softly, trying not to look around and look obvious that they are sneaking around or doing something the shouldn't, just focused on Cater. Only looking at him. "I-I'm thinking the same..."

Cater giggles, giddy and full of an energy that he definitely didn't have for the day before these plans were made. It's all he can do not to break out into a goofy, stumbling run as soon as they're through the Heartslabyul portal. Just as he predicted, the pathway up to the dorm is empty.

All brightly colored and cute, it couldn't be more opposite from Ignihyde. Cater leads him past the rose garden to the front doors, where the aesthetic inside is plush and vibrant, rose and card suit themed. Up the stairs they go to the wing for third years until they reach his room.

Even though the dorm is deserted, Cater locks the door behind them. It wouldn't hold up to Riddle's magic, of course, but there's no way Riddle would be there during class unless he was too ill to stand. Either way, he'd be unable to interfere. Idia only gets a brief change to take in the room with its cute pillows and small desk before Cater's pulling him toward him by the face to press their lips together.

It's hardly been over 24 hours since they made out, but damn if Cater doesn't feel like he's making up for lost time.

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