flameinthedarkness

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.

"Hmmm...stuff and things is a pretty big category." He hoists himself up onto the bed, boldly throwing his bare legs over Idia's lap and arms around his shoulders. "Anything you've ever wanted to try? We can talk things over even if we don't do them right away."

Leaning in, he plants a sweet kiss on Idia's jaw, murmuring in a lighthearted, teasing manner, "tell me all your kinky secrets, Idia Shroud. Your deepest, dirtiest desires."

Oh, huh... heh, ok? Though... that seems super personal, but with a look to Cater... yeah, Idia wants to. Not because of what they've just done, but... because he feels he wants to. Maybe it's the afterglow to that orgasm, or how Cater can make him laugh and feel comfortable in a way Idia would never think anyone, let alone Cater Diamond, would ever do. But... yeah, ok, Idia's arms moving to wrap around Cater.

"Ok, no take backsies on getting freaked out or anything." It said in a joking tone, Idia not thinking he's got any extreme wants, but hey, maybe he'll pick some up with Cater. They got a year to have fun together after all, right?

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