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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...

As Idia touched him through his pants and left that second hickey, Cater's gaze had become unfocused. When those slender fingers reach to undo his pants button, however, he lifts his head enough to look directly at him. Face nearly as vibrant as his hair, Cater swallows and nods. Despite himself and how gung-ho he's been to touch and tease...it genuinely surprises him to see Idia make such an initiative.

The fire-haired boy had already more than surprised him with how far he was willing to go, and how quickly, but this is certainly more than he could've anticipated. Goes to show how seriously they were both taking their "make the most of things while they had time" intention.

And damn if his breath didn't feel amazing on his skin.

"Yeah," he says as he finds his voice. "You can leave as many as you want...anywhere you want."

Look, Idia's surprised in himself too, but he's not taking the time to question it because if he does he may lose his nerve and freak out or... something. He's just seeing where this takes him... and right now it seems to be wanting Cater's pants off him.

A light 'haa' against Cater, a bit of a smile but those brows still turned up. "Oh yeah? You say that now, may regret it later." Unbuttoning and unzipping those pants, very aware just how close he is to Cater's erection through his underwear as Idia shifts Cater's pants down just enough, planning to aim for a spot on Cater's hip. But... the real obvious right there too, and Idia wonders... hesitates, then pushes himself on. He's done that so far, and so far it's been turning out good, right? So... "Ah, um, where's your, ah, your lube? Just point it out." Idia can float it over to them.

Just what is it that Idia's planning? Cater watches with bated breath as he undresses him, tries not to feel any kind of disappointment when he seems to stop...and then he asks for the lube? A-Already? His curiosity is burning almost as hot as his cock is.

Cater nods toward the nightstand. "Bottom drawer."

There are condoms in there, as well, and maybe one or two toys but--well, later. He's going to try not to get too ahead of himself here.

Pausing just slightly as Idia uses his magic to retrieve the bottle, Cater lowers his voice and adds, "I'm not going to regret any of this."

It was a joke, he knows--Idia had looked so cheeky saying it, but it still stuck in his mind as a thought to voice in response.

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Idia leaning over a bit to see what he was doing with that drawer and levitating the bottle, resettling back in place once it was in hand. Another bit of a laugh as he takes the cap off it, "I mean, I hope not... kinda just... going along as I think of stuff?" Idia admits, testing the feel of the lube between his fingers. "Plus, well, kinda obvious what's going on, especially from down here." Raising a brow and a nod to Cater's dick.

Talking of, before Idia's too slippery, dipping his fingertips under the band of Cater's underwear to shift it to free him and... hi, right by his face, Idia's blush kicking in far more than before, that pink flashing further up his mass of hair. "A-ah, yeah... real obvious..." ...it's the best he can come up with, ok?

Ok, plan, stick to the... thinking up on the spot plan. Since none of this had been part of the plan in the classroom. Or on the way to Heartslabyul. Or entering Cater's room. Hell, Idia didn't have plans for any of that, just... seeing where this led him. And it led him to being pretty much face to 'face' with Cater's dick. Huh. Coating his hand in lube, a moment of hesitation with his hand... before Idia slides a couple of fingers up the length of Cater's cock, light touches with his fingertips. As if getting the feel for it, before wrapping his fingers around it and sliding his hand slowly back down.

Okay, there's just no helping the snort of a laugh that escapes him when Idia pulls down his underwear and makes that expression at his erection. It's a mixture of comical and endearing, a reminder that yeah, he's still the same shy Idia that he's come to know so well even through all of this. "I'm excessively turned on," he confirms, watching Idia's lubed up fingers as they come closer.

And his breath catches in his throat when they touch onto his shaft. "A-Ah," he moans, cock twitching at the contact. The noises he makes are shivering whimpers, and where Cater had started to sit up on his elbows to watch Idia, he falls back again as that hand wraps fully around him.

It's so different from touching himself, miles away from a sloppy hookup with a half-stranger at a party. Eyes fluttering closed, Cater bites his lip. He realizes with an intense sort of clarity just how much he'd started fantasizing about those slender fingers. How he'd watch them idly as Idia brought them to his mouth, fidgeting and wringing them. How they'd move with a sort of restlessness between his own fingers.

"Ooooh, Idia," he pants, hips straining as they move to the rhythm of his strokes.

And this is very, very different from touching a toy. Like nothing alike. Idia forgetting his original plan for that new mark for a moment as he just watches his own hand at work on those slow strokes, maybe even near torturous if he continued them on for too long, but he's not planning on leaving Cater hanging once he gets closer. Just... observing, taking in how it feels, how Cater sounds when Idia does this to him.

Wow. Just... wow.

Right, this hadn't been the main reason Idia had moved down here, had settles between Cater's legs, just... a very distracting, well, distraction. Not that Idia plans to neglect this new requirement on him, just a need to multi-task. Idia tilting his head so he could find a spot on Cater's hip, a brush of his tongue over it before covering it with his mouth. This does result in his hair shifting with him, falling over Cater's legs and across his crotch, that strange textured fire both enveloping and resting against Idia's hand and Cater's cock as Idia continues to work him; and extra added warmth, a slight feeling of resistance to it but also far less than normal hair.

It's definitely a good thing that the dorm is so empty, or else half of Heartslabyul would be treated to a pop-up concert courtesy of one Cater Diamond--because Idia Shroud has him all but singing. In the privacy of his bedroom, he isn't thinking about hushing himself...isn't thinking about much beyond the growing pressure in his abdomen.

Cater tries to control his breathing, keep his composure as best he can as Idia works him with an almost maddening slowness. It feels incredible and yet his body aches for more, pelvis bucking and straining involuntarily each time that hand reaches the base of his shaft.

So when Idia goes to leave his mark, adding in a new sensation, and then yet another on top of it--that warm cocooning around his genitals. Wet, warm, squeezing, stroking--Cater feels dizzy, hot, so hot. Letting out a whine, a tremor starts to form in his thighs as pre-cum oozes from the tip of his overworked erection.

...Idia's going to have to work out how to make soundproofing for both of their rooms but without it being too obvious, isn't he? A mental note for later. Not that he's complaining, not at all, just... to plan for the future.

Because if he's getting this from Cater right now, then just what would he get later on? So curious to know. Gaze up and watching Cater during this all, really liking that it was him that was getting this out of Cater. He never guessed in a million years he would get this chance, never considered anyone would be interested in him.

And considering how worked up he got Cater in class, and right now, Idia's not planning to be mean, hadn't even considered it. He picking up the pace of his hand, wanting to explore more but also not wanting to leave Cater hanging. Idia's light touch becoming firmer as well, giving Cater more to push against as Idia still works on that spot, dragging the edge of his teeth over it.

If he wasn't so caught up in the moment, the feelings he was experiencing, Cater might be much more embarrassed at just how much he's enjoying what Idia's doing to him. It's not like they're even fully having sex--but the intimacy of it, knowing this is Idia's first time touching someone else, heightens the impact. When he starts being worked faster and with a bit more force, Cater's hips roll back with more insistence, eyes squeezing shut as his breathing comes harder.

Even through that, it's the teeth that push him over the edge. A gentle scraping that threatens to scratch but doesn't, playing at his reddened skin already feeling so sensitive. A sensation that he couldn't get from anyone who wasn't Idia--

"I...Idi--a-ah...!"

As he calls out the other boy's name again it cuts off sharply as his orgasm hits, sending sparks bursting behind his eyelids, back arching and legs tensing.

Well at least he got some warning. Not a lot, but enough for Idia to had lifted his head so his teeth were clear of Cater's skin... but not far enough to miss, well, all of that, having to close an eye, realizing too late he's too close to get out of range. Resulting in, well... bit of a mess over his face... and in his hair... and hand, thought despite that all he doesn't give up on those pumps, working Cater through the last of it and letting him ride that orgasm out as much as he can.

Then needing a moment himself, Idia wiping at his closed eye with the back of his wrist after he lets Cater's dick go, realizing he just wiped it on his shirt... what a mess. Expected, eventually, but still. "Um... sure there a joke in here about more warning next time, but not sure what it is..."

Head still swimming, Cater's eyes blink open glassily. His skin is reddened and his hair an absolute mess as he props himself somewhat woozily up on his elbows when Idia speaks. There's a moment in his euphoria where the words don't process and he can only stare with a dazed look on his face--and then as he really looks...

Apparently, Cater can get even redder even now.

"O-OMFG. I am so sorry!" Throwing himself up into a full sitting position, Cater flings himself toward the nightstand to grab a pack of sanitary wipes so he can help clean Idia off. "You had me so turned on I totally wasn't thinking straight!"

Seeing Cater get this flustered over this... Idia has to laugh, leaning back as Cater almost throws himself from the bed, moving to sit back on his feet, chuckling away as Idia goes to wipe his face with his hand again... then remembered it's covered in lube and, well, cum, which only makes him laugh more. A happy sigh to follow, deciding it's smart to close that eye again until he's cleaned up. "It's fine, it's fine. Ah, guess means I did a good job?"

"H-Here." Pulling out one of the wet wipes, Cater leans in to clean Idia's face, careful around his eye area in particular. The laughter does make him seem a bit less mortified, though, and he even manages an awkward, goofy smile. "I'd say 'good' is putting it pretty lightly."

And, really...Idia laughing like that, looking so genuinely happy makes his racing heart skip a couple of beats. When his face is clear of goo, Cater reaches for Idia's hand to wipe it down next. He's really not feeling smooth at all as he clears his throat and asks:

"Do you want me to return the favor?"

"Hmm, I think you might be a bit bias on that grading." Idia sitting still as Cater helps him. It's... rather personal. Sure, all of this is personal, though didn't have to be, but that clean up... it felt like it more than the act itself. Idia glancing to his hair as Cater cleans him up... that white mixed in with the blue. "Well... that's interesting to learn..." Moving to grab a piece of hair to examine it, not quite sure what to do with it... Before taking a handful of it and tugging it free, the fire snapping like it wanted to hold on but losing to Idia's grip, he releasing his hold on it and... it just burning away, the chunk that was once missing from his hair reforming back into it's normal shape. "...easy solve." Huh, good to know.

Idia's attention turns back to Cater with that question. And, yeah, yeah he does, Idia still hard within his pants, having been so focused on Cater during that all but... really feeling it now. But still... "What? Letting me cum all over your face? Will you ahegao face for me if I do?" Grinning away as he teases Cater.

As Cater finishes cleaning up Idia's hand, he calms back down to the calm of his orgasmic afterglow. He's too focused on his task to notice what Idia does with his hair, but laughs as he asks that question. This time, he's a bit more in a position to tease back, grin turning lazy and coy.

"Would you like it if I did? I could give it my best shot."

He's never tried pulling that kind of a face--it's not like it's an expression that you see outside of a hentai, after all...but if Idia wants an ahegao face? Well, he'll certainly have to give one, won't he?

More chuckling, "Nah, think can pass on that. For now." Smiling away, but it all starting to settle again, away from that laughing and joking, and back to... now, and what they were doing. "Thanks, ah, for the clean up." Idia glancing off to the side with the thought of just what he was covered in a moment ago...

"You really are well prepared..."

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"Probably for the best. I'll make sure and get some practice in, in the meantime." Wadding the cleaning wipe and tossing it across the room into a wastebin, Cater gives a huff of a laugh. Here he is, naked and satisfied with three hickeys forming on his skin and Idia's thanking him. He runs a hand through his hair. "Literally the least I could do. Come here."

Leaning the rest of the way over so he can plant a kiss to Idia's temple, he takes his arms and moves to hoist him up onto the bed again.

"What can I say? I'm a pretty horny guy." Already, he's aiming to switch positions, sliding to his knees on the floor once Idia's sitting on the edge of the bed. Cater slides between the other boy's legs, gently prompting them open more widely. "I hope that doesn't freak you out."

Oh. Oh. Ah, yeah, this, all of this... Idia curling his fingers into the bedding, hands either side of him on the bed, eyes a little wide as he looks down at Cater looking back at him, his brain instantly going to the obvious place he thinks this is going... the pink that had left while Idia had been working on Cater returning with those thoughts.

"N-no, not at all. Just," A breathy laugh, a bit of nerves in it again. "I guess, gotta work on my stamina?" Idia hopes he'll be able to keep up.

"You know it," Cater replies with a wink, running his hands slowly up Idia's thighs. He keeps his eyes solidly on Idia's face as his fingers drift closer to his groin, a growing hunger in his eyes. Blowing a load hasn't stopped him from wanting Idia, he's finding. He wants to see him writhe in pleasure, now. Wants to hear his name on Idia's lips again.

He's intending to put in the work for it, starting now.

His fingertips run lightly over Idia's erection through his pants before they find the button and zipper, undoing it with a teasing slowness as he licks his lips.

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