riddle/cater shenanigans

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specifically (eyes emoji) that little psl about them staying at NRC during break hehe

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How could Riddle hold back? As that hot fluid rushes into him, coating his insides, Riddle's own noises reach the same volume as Cater's, his nails digging in roughly at the pressure against his erection, against the feeling inside him. His own orgasm hits for a second time, coating the both of their abdomens in his cum, much to the embarrassment of the housewarden.

It was so much. He could feel hot tears roll down his cheeks, from the sheer intensity of the feelings. A whimper is easily followed by a sob -- he was overwhelmed by it all, by the heat between them, the heat of his fever, the heat of their passion, the heat inside of him. It was all so intense in a way he never thought possible.

His arms hold onto Cater as tightly as he can, as he shifts to bury his face against him.

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As his orgasm finishes crashing through them both, Cater's head starts to clear. The first thing he registers is the sound of Riddle crying--whether it was from pleasure or not, he shifts his body so he can see properly, detangling Riddle from where he hid himself just enough to reach up and brush those tears away with his fingers. "That was amazing," he murmurs, and without thinking leans in even closer to brush his lips against those salt-covered cheeks, as well. He wants to kiss it all away, kiss Riddle's eyelids, his face, his lips.

"Rest, now. I'll stay right here."

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Riddle sniffles softly, both from his cold and the crying, as Cater pulls them apart to check in on him. Panting heavily, Riddle stares up at him with those big, tear filled eyes, clearly exhausted. The tears start to dry up, the small kisses across his face drawing out a laugh from him. "It... really was." Riddle murmurs in response, a soft smile finally working its way across his face.

With a nod, he shifts, squirming to wrap his arms more comfortably around Cater. Not to hold him close out of desperation, out of need, but to keep his warmth close.

"... I'm going to have to clean my sheets tomorrow...." Riddle mutters out, his eyes slipping shut again.