flameinthedarkness

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..."

Edited 2023-03-20 09:12 (UTC)

"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.

Idia's about to attempt a joke, something about Cater helping him train in that. But he really doesn't get the chance, legs tensing under Cater's touch as it travels higher and higher. He really isn't trying to tense up, not at all, not that would think so as Idia's fingers tighten on that blanket, a soft, short 'ngh!' sound out of his throat as his eyes stayed glued to Cater's fingers getting higher and higher.

It takes so much restraint for his knees not to slam shut as Cater brushes over him, not that he could with Cater in the way... Idia's knees flexing against Cater as his breath comes out in a slow shaky huff.

Although he'd started to hit back with the teasing once his brain fog had cleared enough, Cater puts aside being clever in favor of softness. This is Idia's first time, he reminds himself once again. Especially with what just happened, he's certain that Idia's touched himself before, but having someone else do it is something else entirely. And then there's the fact that Cater isn't intending to use his hands.

Well, not primarily, at least.

"Try and relax," he coos, reaching in to pull Idia's erection out of his pants without otherwise undressing him. "If it's too much, just tell me and I'll slow down."

With the hot shaft now held weightily in his palm, Cater can't help being a little surprised at Idia's size. Guess that saying about big feet really was true.

"N-no, no, it's not that..." Idia's not quite sure what it is, just... the fact this whole thing was even happening? He able to get out a bit of a stuttered laugh, "And think if you slow down it'll be hell. Don't need to give you another way to tease me." Managing to get that out before teeth clamping close again, but doing his best to try and relax; letting his legs settle as Idia's fingers loosen on the bedding, a sigh to try and relax himself.

"...you don't make it easy to relax..." Yes, he's fully blaming you, Cater.

"Am I making you nervous...or excited?"

Maybe a bit of column A and a bit of column B. He's not trying to be a tease, it's simply in his bones. Without dropping eye contact, Cater leans. His mouth opens, tongue lolling out to drag slowly up from the bottom of Idia's shaft up to the head. He swirls around it, free hand pushing his hair back out of his face as the other guides the tip into his mouth where he begins to bob and suck.

Apparently, Cater can look at something else the way he looks at spicy ramen, after all.

If he thinks about it... or as much of his brain allowing him to think about it right now... Idia giving a shake of his head, "Excited. I-I'm not nervous, ah, with you..." Idia answers honestly, finding that, yeah, with Cater... those weren't nerves. More anticipation.

Idia had been looking to Cater to answer, so as Cater leans in he gets full view of that all, a little sound getting out of him before Cater's tongue even makes contact with him. And when it does, "A-a-aah~ aah~!" All that tension instantly returning, Idia's head dropping forward, wanting to close his eyes to the sensation but unable to take his gaze off Cater as he does... that!

"Fuck~! A-ah, ah fuck~! Cater~!"

Idia's sound of absolutely overwhelmed pleasure sends a spike of delight through Cater. He'd wanted to hear Idia say his name again and he's certainly not disappointed. Like the other boy just said, stopping or slowing down now would be akin to torture--something that he has a feeling the two of them might enjoy somewhere down the line, but not for Idia's first time. So while he has one hand still wrapped around the base of Idia's cock, the other seeks one of Idia's hands to thread their fingers together, encouraging Idia to squeeze it as he needs.

Relax, he hopes to quietly encourage as he takes his mouth up and off the head so he can smother the shaft in wet kisses instead. With luck, the slightly-less intense sensations will help him unwind. He's aiming to thoroughly soak Idia's member with his saliva so he can more properly use his hand and his mouth in combination.

And all through it, he can hardly take his own eyes off of Idia's face. He drinks in those expressions, their bright eyes locking as Cater works him.

Idia's fingers clamp down between Cater's as that new object to grasp on to, proving that for the most he may be pretty weak physically... but he certainly wasn't in grip strength. Yet as Cater offers him some respite from what was instant intensity for Idia, his hold softened on Cater's hand, less of a death grip and more of a hold. It all offering Idia a bit more control and chance to relax, instead zeroing in on the fact it's not just something sexual, a random person or item, but that was Cater doing this to him. His, oh gods, his boyfriend.

That thought, what Cater was doing to him right now, and just how Cater was looking up at him... Idia's other hand comes up to his face. That in itself not too strange, he's done it plenty enough already with Cater. Less so the pink fully taking over Idia's hair, the blue of his lips and eyes transforming to a darker shade of pink as well, what could be seen peeking out of them from behind his hand, his breaths still heavy behind his palm.

"Cater~" And Idia's tone thick with desire.

With his name being called a second time, Cater's pretty sure he's going to get addicted to the sound. The idea of so much as blinking is torture--he doesn't want to miss so much as a single micro expression cross over that exquisitely pleasured face that Idia's treating him to. Hard, of course, to drink it all in when Idia uses his free hand to cover his face. And pink looks so good on the other boy--he looks so alive in a way that Cater couldn't have imagined.

"Don't hide from me," he begs in a husky whisper, Idia's erection resting against his cheek as he makes his request, free hand providing languid strokes.

A small sound, a soft, 'nnghh!' getting loose from Idia as all that makes him want to do his hide his face more. Not to actually hide from Cater, just hearing those words spoke like that while Cater's keep stroking him... it was almost too much, it's frying Idia's brain. It takes a lot of effort to get him to lower his hand, totally unsure what to do with it, it eventually coming to rest near his stomach, grabbing up a mass of his shirt to squeeze between his fingers. Idia's breaths comes out in pants, but slowing and steadying with the slower pace.

He should do something, right? He's not sure what, if anything, but... encouragement maybe? To show he's ok, if it wasn't obvious enough, that he was happy, right? "T-That's so good." Ugh, was that corny? Or pathetic? He doesn't know, eyelids heavy, lips parted just enough to breath through as his tongue darted out as needed to wet them again.

If it's corny or silly, Cater doesn't show it. He seems happy with the admission--happy that Idia's being honest, opening himself up. His whole face perks up, and before he dives back into his sinful work, glances at where those spindly fingers ended up. "You can hold onto my hair, if you want," he offers.

It would be sexy--feeling the tension against his scalp as Idia battles his way through the trenches of his own pleasure. Knowing based on how much his boyfriend (wow! Still, wow!) pushes and pulls what works the best. That thought alone, the mental image, gets Cater going and so he doesn't wait for Idia to decide whether or not he wants to do that.

He dives back in, tongue working its way up and over the top of the head of his cock before bobbing back down.

...what? Really? Well, it's not like the idea hadn't crossed Idia's mind, even if just for a flash since Cater has proven he's really good at throwing all thoughts out of Idia's head, but... he had wondered. Then dismissed, worried it might be demeaning or insulting. But with Cater just offering that...

And Idia goes to ask, to clarify that all. But doesn't have the chance as Cater is back at it. "Aaaaahh~ ffuuuuccck~!" It's not fair! It's so good! Idia's hand going up. Stopping. Then reaching out, gently at first, fingers sinking into Cater's hair, his touch still light at first. It feels... so strange to be holding Cater like that, while he's doing this. But also... Idia likes it? And what doubt he had towards it seeping away as Cater keeps working, Idia's hold becoming firmer on Cater's head, his breath picking up as his hips start to rock up to meet Cater's lips. He's so tempted to close his eyes, to just feel this out, but forces to keep them opening, wanting to see all of this.

If Idia chooses not to go for it, Cater's not going to complain--after all, it's his first time in this situation. They have time to try out more things. Today is more about just wanting each other--nothing more, nothing less. So, when Idia does go for it, those fingers delving into his orange waves, he's delighted. Even more when they clench in, getting a nicer grip.

As Idia's body starts to move on instinct, Cater picks up the pace, sucking harder as he works the other boy. With each small thrust, he pushes himself a little farther, slowly fitting more and more of that length into his throat. It's harder for him to keep eye contact, himself, as he does, his face flushed hard from exertion and his own hand in Idia's holding on more tightly.

Idia loses that battle to keep watching, eyes slamming shut as his tone pitched up, breathy cries getting out between quick breaths in, fingers tightening on Cater's hair, and if he had any thoughts still available he would consider just how the hell did he get in this situation. And as he gets close, so close, Idia manages to peek an eye open again to look down at Cater, "Cay~ter~! I'm, ah, I'm gonna-" Those words cut off before he can finish them with another cry, a soft 'aah! ah!' as he thrusts against Cater's lips.

And hopefully that's enough warning for Cater, however he plans to deal with it. Idia attempts to tug his hand free from Cater's hand to cover his mouth, but when he can't he continues to let out those breathy sounds unrestricted as he cums, riding out that orgasm, head totally blank to this all other than the sensation of Cater's touch.

Cater absolutely revels in all the sounds Idia makes, the way he loses absolute control of himself in the wake of his impending orgasm. He'd intended to pull off and let Idia splash his face just as they'd joked--ahegao face aside, of course. With a hand clenched firmly in his hair and Idia's hips working with involuntary need, however, that plan goes out the window.

The ginger bears down, brow furrowing as he takes Idia in as best he can. Pushing past his gag reflex, Cater breathes through his nose as he takes all that Idia has to give, spurt after spurt until his face and neck is flushed redder than his hair with strain. When he finally comes up, he throws his head back to swallow and then gasps for air, one hand still wrapped around Idia's swollen cock to gently work out those aftershocks, not wanting to leave him cold.

That was...

Amazing.

That was so amazing. Idia needing a few moments to bring himself back down from it, letting that feeling stay there as long as he could hold onto it.

Then realizing what happened. He really had not meant for that, had really meant for Cater to have a choice in this. But had totally forgotten he had been holding onto Cater's hair. That pink vanishing in a moment from his hair as Idia jerked his hand back from Cater's head. "I'm sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean to!" It was so fucking hot... but he hadn't meant to do that!

As he catches his breath, Cater fixes his eyes on Idia's flushed-yet-apologetic face. His hair is an absolute mess now, eyes a bit glazed...but a slow grin creeps across his reddened cheeks and he laughs breathlessly. "Guess we're both even on the lack-of-warning, then?"

Pretty hard to control yourself when you're so in the zone. Everything else totally blanks out. Still giggling, Cater falls forward across Idia's lap, not caring that they're both still exposed, that Idia's dick is kind of a wet mess. He wraps his arms around Idia's middle, hugging his waist loosely as he looks up at him with a half-goofy, half-horny expression on his face.

"Idia, you have a really sexy moan. I'm gonna wanna hear it a lot."

Idia manages a soft laugh to that, "Heh, yeah, I guess... you ok?" He really hadn't meant to do that... to just jam it down Cater's throat and... ughh. "OMG... I'm sorry. Again." Going quiet as Idia considers if he should say anything more... but, well, they are trying to be open about this all, right? "Though... super hot that, ah, that you let me..." Idia admits as that blush returns.

And stays as Cater cuddles up against him, Idia's hand coming back down to brush over his hair again, smoothing it back in place for Cater. "A-Ah, yeah? Really? I mean, I, ah, I really liked listening to you too..." Correction. "Well, I liked all of it, not just how you sound."

"Yeah?"

His admission brings a pop of warmth in Cater's abdomen. It's not just the sexual aspect of it all, either, but the overall openness of Idia's words. Nervous but so sincere.

"Me too. I liked all of it." He gives another slight laugh then, again, grinning wider as he jokes, "guess my big mouth is good for something other than downing an absurd amount of ramen, huh?"

To that end, picking up what Idia was putting down before cutting off the train of thought, he adds, "I don't mind doing it like that--deepthroating, I mean. We can do it again--I can go longer if I'm prepared for it."

"OMFG Cater!" Idia laughing at that, eyes closing and grin wide as he chuckles away. He'll need a bit of time to recover from that, peeking an eye open as he does. "Guess you're not just all talk from the date after all." All those innuendoes. Most not subtle at all.

His hand stills against Cater's hair, stopping in its brushing as Idia's body tenses a little under Cater's hold, that blush deepening at those comment. He really liking that idea, enough to semi break his brain again. "I, ah, I mean... great?" Ah, Seven! So cringe! Idia lifting his free hand as if to wave away both those thoughts and words. "Don't get me worked up again with that mental image!"

Cater wasn't expecting his joke to land quite so hard. Idia's laughter is infectious, and soon they're both laughing, Cater going completely breathless again. He's still giggling on a wheeze as Idia makes his remark on the future "plan", giving him a cheeky look from his spot in the other boy's lap.

"Why not? We've still got plenty of time before lunch. Unless you wanted to hurry back to class." Which, honestly, Cater has no intention of doing.

Well... Idia had kind of hoped for more, since they had the time and all, a huff of a sigh out as his expression softened, "No, no I don't wanna go back, ah, yet. Ah... show me? Ideas? How to do stuff?" Because, yeah, Idia had ideas, but he's relying on Cater to help him through them.

(no subject)

caycay - 2023-04-13 04:41 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

flameinthedarkness - 2023-08-22 11:12 (UTC) - Expand

Sandbox

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)