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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.

It's not the first time Idia's been to Heartslabyul, he sometimes heads between the other dorms to hunt out different snacks in their vending machines. Other than Diasmonia, their 'guards' are so strict in who can go in and out of there. Heartslabyul is just... so bright. And red. And weird. All those curves and lines that don't make sense. Not logical at all.

He also... really likes that giggle from Cater, Idia getting so much better at picking up when it's real compared to forced. And the fact he caused it, his own slight smile as his expression softened to Cater. And, huh, it's stating the obvious but, "Never been in your room before..." Seeing it for the first time. Adding on, "Real glad you're third year..." No shared rooms, thank goodness.

Not that Idia has long to take it all in, shocked by that sudden kiss when... really he shouldn't be, that blush he's been fighting to hide spreading out across his face and hair. A sound from his throat in surprise that turns into a bit of a whimper as Idia catches up with this, arms looping around Cater's waist as he responds to that kiss.

Cater's still somewhat giggly as Idia finds the wherewithal to kiss him back. His grip on the taller boy's face softens, holding him more gently as his enthusiastic kiss slowly grows in heat. It doesn't take him long to find that the sexually charged energy of their stunt in the classroom returns easily. He makes a pleasured sound into the kiss, relieved to not have to suppress it.

When Cater does break their joined lips, it's to whisper a hushed, "c'mere." From there, he walks them backward toward his bed--fully made to soldier standards and covered in smiley-faced mascot pillows.

Idia's not sure when that change happened, that flip of a switch between that softness and joy of getting to be with Cater again... and that returned energy from earlier in the classroom. But it was there. Maybe with that sound Cater made... wondering what would had happened if they hadn't been in class, but at the same time, the fact that Cater had to stop himself from making such sounds back then...

That's so fucking hot.

As Cater breaks that kiss Idia barely catches himself from leaning in again, wanting more, "Cater~." A whine getting out before registering what was happening, following without any hesitation. Though recovering just enough brain power for a moment, "H-Hold on." A wave of a finger bringing up a screen, turning his computer to a 'silence' mode before sending the computer to sit on Cater's desk. Then unzipping and shrugging that hoodie off, not wanting it in the way between them right now; shoes toed off as he moves again with Cater.

Hearing his name said in such a way in Idia's voice...woof. His eyebrows shoot up, and as Idia takes off his hoodie and shoes, Cater follows suit. His own phone is put on silent, removed with his jacket and pen, and he slides out of his shoes. "Can't wait to hear you say my name like that again," he teases, playful and flushed as he pulls Idia down to the bed with him, sitting on the edge of it.

Maybe they're already way, way getting ahead of themselves, but Cater can't let himself forget just how new this is for Idia in particular. Even if he's guiding, he wants to let Idia's cues lead them forward. As such, he doesn't go so far as to lay his boyfriend back and instead just comes in for another kiss--though, his mouth starts open for this one.

A soft by stuttered laugh from an already flushed face, "Gotta work for that, not just handing them out." Idia having been pulled around so much by Cater today... but not minding at all. Really not minding at all.

But... just how he meant to do this? Cater having seated himself as Idia hesitates for a second, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The times they kissed before they been facing each other, not side to side. Would that be awkward? Idia doesn't know. He... does know what he wants to do though, hesitant... before sinking a knee onto the bed beside Cater's hip, mimicking it on the other side so he's straddling Cater. A bit of a height difference, sure, but... Idia had really liked it when Cater had done this to him, he would too, right? Idia's head ducking down to catch that kiss, any concern for the angle it would put Cater at forgotten within that kiss, his hands cupping either side of Cater's face.

...oh. The initial surprise that hits him when Idia moves to straddle him is quickly overridden by the delight at the action. His eyes close as Idia cups his face, kissing him back with clear enthusiasm. His hands go to rest at Idia's waist but don't stay there for long, wrapping back around him and pulling their bodies that much closer together.

He doesn't want to break the kiss to say it, so he aims to communicate with his body language: I want you. I want you so badly, Idia Shroud.

It's strange, not knowing what line to cross. On one hand, they haven't done more than kiss, exactly. On the other, the actions they took in class and the words exchanged promised so much more. So far, the two of them had already found that their limits were much different than expected...and so Cater decides to go off of what they said the other night: they'd speak up if they weren't comfortable.

With that in mind, as his tongue seeks out Idia's, he slips his hands underneath the boy's shirt.

Ok, this is still a little awkward, but also kind of hot, Idia feeling a level of control over Cater with having that higher angle on him... but that's for a time when Idia has more confidence in this all. So instead, a solution, to help with that angle of that kiss, Idia sinking down so he's actually seated on Cater's thighs. And... that's better. Both the angle for that continued kiss but also just more contact with Cater. Feeling so much more of him against him, especially with Cater's arms around him.

And that need comes through. In a way Idia feels he should be panicked... if he wasn't getting fully swept up in this all. Like in class. No real thoughts behind it, just that want to keep going. Idia's arms sliding around Cater's neck to hug himself against Cater, hand weaving up through the back of Cater's hair. His mouth opening in response to that demand from Cater to find his tongue with his own.

Hands scouring up Idia's back, Cater's heat chases Idia's. As their mouths mingle and their bodies grow closer, the world around them fades away. There's no stress here, no troubles, no future. Just the two of them sharing this moment.

In the past, intimacy has been his preferred method of escape...but this is a whole new level of want, of need. He's not escaping alone, this time. It's so, so much better having someone there with him. Idia's hand in his hair feels amazing, the pointed threats of his teeth thrilling as he maneuvers around them.

One of Cater's hands moves around to Idia's front, brushing the sensitive buds of skin on his chest. He circles one with his thumb, moving his other hand as well as he can grip one of Idia's thighs. Here like this, in a completely private setting, the idea of stopping has completely left his mind.

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