flameinthedarkness

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.

As good as this all was, and it was very good, as Cater's hand shifts and finds his nipples Idia forces himself back away from Cater's mouth. "Aaahh~ fuuuckkk." Teeth clamping closed, knowing he needed that space for that to not risk hurting Cater, one of his hands snapping back to press the back of it to his mouth as his eyes drifted half shut. Idia's knees tightening to press against either side of Cater's hips, stifled, heavy breaths coming from behind his knuckles.

Cater hardly misses a beat. As Idia pulls away from the kiss, he moves his lips across Idia's jaw instead, drifting toward his neck. The hand at the other boy's nipples does shift away slightly as he murmurs into Idia's skin, "okay?"

He can pull back without totally stopping, if needed. This is certainly the most intimate touch he's given Idia even if the same can't be said for the other way around.

"Mmmmhmmm!" Idia manages out, a shiver down his form as Cater heads to his neck, he still sporting a cover over the last time Cater got near his neck... Though as Cater's hands move away, "D-Don't stop. It's good."

Getting enough brain power back to give a reason why he had moved, "I-I didn't want to hurt you. Ah, with my teeth."

Cater doesn't answer with words, smiling against Idia's neck instead as his wandering hand moves back to where it had been before. Suddenly thinking about what happened in the classroom and getting a bit of a wicked idea, he takes Idia's nipple between two fingers and rolls it, squeezing too gently for it to be a genuine pinch--but the intent is there.

"For earlier," he says teasingly, kissing Idia's neck again. "Payback."

Expecting the same as before as Cater touches him again, Idia's totally caught off guard by that 'payback', a muffled 'nnghh~' getting loose as his fingers tightened in Cater's hair, hips flexing forward.

"But you told me to earlier!" How is that his fault?! Ok... it is his fault, but still! This is so different compared to doing stuff himself, having no clue what's going to happen and just being on the receiving end of it.

That reaction sends a whole new burst of desire coursing through the ginger-haired teen. He cracks a wide grin, laughing breathlessly even as a soft groan escapes him at the feeling of Idia's hips crushing against him. Those lanky fingers gripped in his hair...honestly, Idia could yank on his hair and he wouldn't complain, but that's definitely a subject for somewhere down the line.

"Alright," he agrees in mock apology. "That was mean of me. Let me kiss it better."

Pushing Idia's shirt up further, his head ducks down and a second later he's trapping that nipple between his lips, tongue flicking against it as he moves his hand to caress the other one.

That's even meaner, Cater!

This really was just setting up how their relationship is going to be, isn't it? Cater treating him as a target to tease. It's... not a bad thing, not if this is the result. Idia's hand needed something to anchor himself with during this all, returning to Cater's back and bunching a fistful of his shirt within his fingers. No real thoughts in his head, drowned out by the sensation of Cater's touch, and blood quickly heading down south. That excitement of Cater practically tugging him to Heartslabyul did little to help settle what had happened in the classroom, a mixture of 'ahh~'s and moans getting out of him.

There's an instant frustration as Idia's fingers grip at the back of his shirt that he's wearing a button-down. Too difficult to pull off. His own eagerness getting the better of him, he pulls his own hands back so he can work open the front. His movements are clumsier than usual as he gets one open after another--it feels like he can't get rid of his top fast enough. The second the last one's open he's shrugging it off, reaching up to grab the bobby pins in his hair and rip them out as well while he's at it, tossing them to get lost on the floor.

"Touch me more," he pleads in a soft voice, looking up into Idia's face with an undeniably lusty expression.

That moment of pause gives Idia a chance to catch his breath, a hand up and through his hair, pushing the pink blue mixed flames off his face for a moment. A moment of clarity in all that heat, to what was happening, though still needing a few blinks of his eyes as he watched Cater strip off his shirt, his hair falling loose. Idia had said he liked his hair down, hadn't he? And teamed with that look...

And those words. No way Idia can deny those. Another moment to catch his breath and recenter his mind, to let that fog drift away. Hands reaching out to cup Cater's face, sliding down his neck and spreading out over his shoulders, one sneaking around to the back of his neck again. As Idia ducked his head down to his neck, mindful to be careful as he presses an open mouth kiss to it before sucking against his skin. Trying to put into practice what Idia can recall from Cater. Which... well, is a bit of a blur, having been in the moment at the time... And he tries to be careful, but those teeth were... what they were, light scrapes against Cater's skin as Idia snaked his other hand downwards across Cater's ribs and around to his lower back. Stopping there. For now.

Idia learns so fast--something that Cater still finds himself amazed by even now. No matter the subject, he just picks things up. He liked to think of himself as a jack of all trades, master of none...but Idia was on a whole different level. Definitely a master of his own craft, perhaps a jack of everything else. And those teeth, the way they tickle against him, the sinfully sharp promise of danger...

His pulse picks up, breath coming hard as he lulls his head back, allowing further access to his neck. As Idia works his skin, Cater's hands scour his skinny body in turn, rounding his shoulder blades with greedy fingers, gripping with need at his waist. There's no hiding his growing arousal but doesn't think to be ashamed knowing that Idia will be able to feel that hardness against him.

Still, there's a slight hesitance as he dares ask, "do you wanna lay down?"

Hmmm, it would be fitting pay back for that mark Cater left on him, right? Idia frowning slightly, wondering if he can do that without hurting him. It's real tempting, a slight readjustment before sucking down on that same spot, fingers tightening against Cater's neck, as if to hold in him place...

Before distracted with that question, pulling back as he catches his breath, needing a few moments to do so and piece together what Cater said. "Yeah." No hesitation from Idia. Instantly agreeing. He's... curious to see where this goes. What Cater can show him. But still, needs some guidance. "How?" How you want him, Cater? Tell him.

"That's a loaded question," Cater can't help but say with a breathy laugh, eyes gleaming even through that sultry, pleasure-induced heaviness. "A lot of ways."

But he knows what Idia's asking, carefully sliding farther back onto the bed and laying back. He pulls the other boy with him until he's leaning over top of him. "You look good on top of me," he observes, unable to help himself a second time, before gesturing for him to lay down beside him.

Cater moves onto his own side as well, so he can face Idia and go right in to tangling their limbs.

A soft 'heh' of a laugh out at that, a smile to show off those teeth, "Maybe I meant it that way." He... didn't, but... it's not a bad idea either. Not a bad idea at all.

Idia holds still as Cater shifts, his shirt dropping back into position helping to semi hide his own hardness that pressed against his pants, those uniform pants really not hiding much since they were fitted. Not that he has much choice in it for long, Cater's hold on him pulling him along and Idia needing to put a hand out as he crawls up the bed after Cater. "Yeah?" Idia asks to that comment, debating if he should straddle Cater again.

Then seeing that motion. Oh yeah, that works, Idia moving to lie next to him, hair and face flushing more as Cater links them up together like that. A little awkward with an arm pretty much trapped... but still good, especially with their legs interlinked like that... Idia softly touching Cater's neck where he had been trying to mark a moment ago. "Y-Yeah, this is good."

As they readjust, Cater's playful smile softens. He reciprocates the touch with one of his own, fingertips brushing Idia's cheek. For far from the first time, he takes in all of the Ignihyde housewarden's strangeness. How all of it comes together in a wholly unique, wholly Idia package. Somehow, inexplicably, it's all so strikingly beautiful.

"Good," he agrees. "I think so, too."

Cater comes in for another kiss, pulling their chests together as his leg slides between Idia's. With a hand on Idia's thigh, he moves it higher, putting gentle pressure against the other boy's groin with the action. This time, Cater doesn't keep Idia's mouth for long, though, realizing what he'd been trying to do before their shift in position and recognizing that he hadn't quite managed to leave his mark. Throwing his head back again, he encourages, "if you want to give me something to hide, I don't mind a little bit of pain."

Obviously, he knows that asking for a full on bite could be dangerous, and he doesn't want to make Idia uncomfortable...but wants him to know likewise that if he nips him a little too hard, it's not the end of the world.

Idia's breath hitches as Cater brings them closer, that hand on his thigh, legs slipping between each other, and that slight pressure to press against. It's so very different to before, with Cater on him or he on Cater. Those both were good, but how did this feel... more intimate? The others felt more like need, a heat to them. This felt more... a slow burn. Or maybe not with how Cater had them pressed together, Idia's arm slipping around Cater's side to wrap around him.

That comment though, "W-What?" The idea of leaving a mark... Ok, Idia had considered it, that pay back. But the idea of being able to leave one, unseen, just between them...

Idia really likes that idea. But where? Hmmm. Well, not many options with how they were, Idia's gaze dropping to Cater's chest before leaning in, pressing his mouth to the side of his chest, near his shoulder. It's a more difficult angle than Cater's neck, which is annoying, Idia tightening his arm around Cater to pull him closer, hugging him to him to try and help get the angle right.

Oh, that's interesting. Cater works with Idia, shifting to help him get the spot that he's after. He only squeezes the other boy's lower half harder with the effort, a hand delving into that flaming, colorful hair without thinking, hoping to run his fingers over Idia's scalp as he pushes his chest forward toward Idia's mouth.

His skin is so warm, heart beating like a drum so close beneath his flushed skin.

Idia had planned to try and keep it... well not controlled, but certainly aware of what he's doing. His brain clearing enough to fret over the risk of this to Cater, to make sure to keep his teeth at safe distance, not get too much into this to hurt Cater.

Yet as Cater pressed against Idia, his hand through his hair, legs tightening, Idia's arm stiffened around Cater's waist, hips surging forward as he whimpers against Cater's skin, those points of his teeth pressing against it before Idia moved back just enough to stop himself. "Aah~! H-Hold on!" Panting against Cater's skin, not moving too far from it. "I-I can't if you do... all that~!"

How can Idia be so cute? Cater had never, ever looked at him in such a light before. But like this, sexually charged and pleading? He can't get enough. "Sorry--I'm kind of--I'm not really thinking."

But it felt good, that fleeting instinct of points against him, not quite piercing. A prickle of excitement ripples outward from that spot, and he does his best to still himself. "I'll hold still. Here."

Cater takes a breath, letting it out against Idia's temple in a half moan. He loosens his embrace into something softer, less distracting to allow Idia a chance to try again.

Idia needing several moments to catch his breath, huffed out to do so, so very aware of how Cater felt against him. Just how they were rubbing against each other... it's just super distracting with this goal. A pause, Idia steeling himself, before pushing forward with his idea; pulling his hand free from around Cater to press against his chest. "Roll over." Getting it out before he can lose his confidence on this, moving to do what Idia had before; straddling Cater's hips.

Another pause, a heavy swallow, feeling those nerves wanting to buzz and panic before Idia shoves them right now again. That hand still against Cater's bare chest, before sliding it downwards, coming to a rest against Cater's hip... before leaning in where Idia had been before, mouth finding that same spot from before, latching back onto that mark once again. The mark Cater had left on him had been a pain for Idia to hide, so it's kind of cheating that Cater gets to hide this, right? So may as well make it something worthy of hiding.

That is probably one of the hottest two-word orders he can hear, and Cater complies to his instructions without pause. Panting as Idia straddles him, he puts his hands over his head to keep himself from the temptation of reaching out and grabbing.

The pressure of Idia's body on top of his is already delicious enough, so when he dives in and enthusiastically uses his mouth to bruise that spot on his chest...well, the sound that Cater makes is absolutely lewd.

"Idia~!" He moans, hips bucking slightly, his turn to have the other boy's name on his lips. "G-Gimme another one."

...

That was SO fucking hot!

Idia's gaze moving up to look at Cater through his lashes and hair, not moving just yet from that spot. He's still working on it. Yet Idia's own moan gets out at that combo of sounds from Cater and that thrust up against him, Idia's hips rolling against Cater's, grinding against him as he came up for air, panting against his skin.

And he really can't deny that. Not at all. Idia shifting his legs to rest between Cater's instead, slipping lower to lay against Cater's body, mouth finding a spot on Cater's ribs, but swapping to the other side of his body to contrast the first. It brings his chest about equal to Cater's crotch, feeling that heat and hardness press against him. And since he's there... slipping to the side enough to reach a hand between himself and Cater, his palm catching up to what it had done back in the classroom; rubbing against Cater through his pants.

Cater whimpers at the sensation of Idia's hips grinding against his--so good he nearly wants to take back his request just to feel it again. If he were in a clear-headed mood, he might've made a joke about their date. When he'd confessed his feelings and Idia had made a quip about dry-humping.

As they are, though, all jokes are far from his mind. Cater would much rather be teased than do any teasing--and he isn't thinking on terms of words. His hands come down to grip at Idia's shoulders as the boy slides down farther, silent but encouraging. Then, when he touches him feels a shudder of pleasure slither bodily toward his center. He moans again, soft and full of longing, and though Idia had touched him like that for the first time during class he does it now with such boldness it makes for a wholly different experience.

Idia's eyes still looking up at Cater during this all, almost as if checking to make sure everything is fine. That he was still happy. Sure, he can feel Cater is, but that doesn't mean all is good. But Cater is making it clear Idia's doing this right, eventually detaching, tongue darting out to his lips as he observes that mark, then the other he left.

Although... hmmm, with this going so well...

Idia shifting down even further on the bed, stopping his teasing of Cater through his pants as he moves to unbutton them... then pauses, checking. "This good?" His voice breathy and soft as it comes out, mouth not moving far from Cater's skin as he speaks. "I-I wanna leave another one..." Plus... something else, maybe, if Cater is ok with it...

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