splitmemory | The Care and Keeping of Bunnies

His own words are tossed back in his face. It wasn't surprising that Cater would react that way, would use such a sharp tone with him. "No." Rayne answered the question, feeling his face tighten. "It does matter. I don't want to see you with anyone else."

"If I have to make it an obligation of mine I will. If that's what it takes to never see another person's hands on you."

Taking a step towards Cater, one of his hands comes up, grabbing a section of his hair against the back of his head, tugging his head back a bit, to assert some sort of dominance, some sort of control over the situation. "Is that what I have to do, Cater?"

Where was this coming from? All of that effort to push him away, and now Rayne was putting a claim on him. His heart thumps, finding a sick sort of excitement in the attention no matter how threatening it is. No matter how frustrated he is. He keeps his eyes on Rayne's even as his head is pulled back--he doesn't fight against it, allowing Rayne that position of power over him.

"If you're not letting anyone else touch me, then you need to step up," he agrees, swallowing, feeling weaker than before, but trying to keep his resolve from crumbling. Not yet.

"If I'm really yours, prove it."

Prove it? How was he supposed to do that, to prove that Cater was his? No, he knew what he needed to do. What he had to do, to prove this to Cater. They were the only people in this dark hallway, the only two around. He doesn't need to lift his head to confirm that. The silence that settles between their words is enough to confirm it. Why, if he was going to be this possessive over Cater, had he not just let them continue making out the other night?

Why, if he was going to prove this in that way, had he shoved him away?

Rayne stares at Cater for a second, seeming to be at a loss for words. He often was, with things that didn't require words but felt so odd to act on. He isn't gentle in the way he leans in, grabbing the collar of Cater's shirt as he presses their lips together. It's harsh, selfish, and he knows it. There couldn't possibly be anything romantic about this kiss, could there?

No, it wasn't romantic, but that was fine. The energy between them was wound tight, a coiled spring. Cater's completely in Rayne's hands, his fists, and he kisses him back so eagerly, like he was waiting for it. It doesn't matter that it isn't a sweet kiss, because he drinks it in like it was salvation just he same. He couldn't say that Rayne was his, the same way Rayne was saying that about Cater. How could he, when he felt so powerless? When he still felt as if trying to grab Rayne back might push him back again?

The kiss might be all teeth and tongue but Cater moans into it, shivering in pleasure. So what if he was at a disadvantage, if it still got him what he wanted?

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. He shouldn't have his hands on anyone like this, shouldn't be pressing his lips against theirs, shouldn't be wanting to prove they're his in any capacity of the word. To have ownership over another person was as dangerous of a game as having a friend, wasn't it? In a lot of ways, it was an even more dangerous game. At least this way he could lie and pretend he had it under control, couldn't he? Without feelings, there was more control in it, more ability to push and pull in the directions he wanted.

Rayne's hand releases his shirt, moving to instead press under his shirt, grabbing at his skin, nails half digging in to pull Cater close, to press their bodies together. It doesn't feel the same as the other night. Doesn't feel as good, but it'd have to do, wouldn't it?

Shifting against him, Rayne releases his hair, both of his hands moving to grab Cater's wrists. With one shove, he pushes the other teen against the nearest wall, pressing his hands above his head. Shifting his wrists together, he presses them down with one hand, as his other moved right back down to slip under his shirt again. No, Cater, he doesn't want you to touch him, not without permission.

Cater doesn't have long to enjoy the feeling of Rayne's fingers against his skin before it's gone again. He loses his breath as he's pushed back, but as Rayne pins his hands above his head...Cater starts to relax. His body loses some of that tension from before, seeming to fully ascent to being put in such a helpless position. To being dominated by the other boy. With his hands out of the way, he didn't have to worry about messing this up. All he could do was give in to Rayne's whims.

And feeling those fingertips return to his skin, he sighs in relief. Even if it isn't a kind touch, if it leaves bruises, he's just happy to have it. Rayne was so close, and he was right there.

"Rayne," he breathes, admitting out loud just what he'd been thinking. "I'm yours."

Strange-- that Cater began to relax as he's put into an even further helpless position than before. With his hands out of the way, pressed up above him, Rayne had free reign over all of Cater. The kiss breaks, to allow Rayne to look at him, to fully take in the sight of him. Cater submits so easily to being helpless, doesn't he? Rayne wonders, briefly, if that's ever gotten him into trouble, or if he's the only one whose been able to get Cater to submit like this.

Those fingers shift up along his skin, grabbing at his hip, at his waist, his chest. Thumb brushing over one of his nipples, as if he's trying to see where all of Cater's sensitive spots were. There's no shame in the touches he offers, even if he'd shoved the other teen away so quickly before they'd taken this too far last time.

Such simple words-- Rayne's leaning in, pressing his mouth against Cater's neck, teeth making contact with skin, nipping lightly at him, before he murmurs: "Say it again."

Rayne touches him so resolutely, so without hesitation, that Cater finds himself doubting whether or not he was really a virgin. He had to be, right? This was just his personality, to be so straightforward, to take control like it was natural for him. A shudder of pleasure ripples through him at the brush of skin against his nipple, and as he's sighing in gratitude for it, he arches his neck to give Rayne more room.

That was going to leave a mark, but the idea excited him.

"I'm yours," he repeats without a hint of shyness, despite it being such an intimate thing to say. Any average teenager would blush and stammer, to come out with such a statement. "My body belongs to you."

It would be easy enough to call it nothing more than foreplay, if Rayne hadn't just hospitalized someone.

He's still angry. Still frustrated, still so confused about his own feelings, the way he was acting regarding Cater. None of this was anything he'd have thought he would do, thought he would be like. Was it something about Cater that made Rayne feel it so necessary to be so possessive? Was it that ease of talking to others, of managing to get someone so eager to touch him without so much as trying?

If Rayne didn't get possessive, get serious, then Cater would slip through his fingers, find someone else who could satisfy him.

That little shudder urges Rayne on, his index and middle finger pressing against either side of that sensitive area on his chest, pressing him between both fingers, tugging slightly at him. The gentle bite of before is repeated, harsher-- sorry, Cater, you're going to need to figure out how to hide that later.

Panting softly against his skin, Rayne can be felt nodding. "Don't forget it." Should they really be doing this out here, where anyone could walk by and see them? No, absolutely not, but where should they go? One of their dorm rooms is the obvious place. Max would be out for a while longer, sure... what about Cater's? Did he have a roommate? Rayne's mind wasn't nearly focused enough for him to remember.

Cater moans a bit louder at the harder bite, at the pinch of his nipple between Rayne's fingers. He bites his lip, knowing he shouldn't be too loud while they're out in the hallway, lest someone overhear and come seeking them out--but how could he help himself? He was getting more aroused by the minute and unlike last time, it didn't seem like Rayne was going to stop.

That was fine by him.

"My room," he suggests. He's not a mind reader, but it's becoming so clearly a necessity for them. There was no way he was going back to the party like this, and who knew how long it would be before the rest of the crowd dispersed. "We'll be alone."

Plus, he had what they needed, there, if things got even heavier than this.

At this rate, someone'd hear them, they'd be caught, and--
Cater's room. Rayne nods against him, showing that he heard, that he understood. He really didn't want to pull his hands away from him, to no longer be able to feel his soft skin under his lightly calloused hands.

With one last tease of his thumb along him, Rayne slowly pulls his hand back from under his shirt.

Releasing his wrists was the next necessity, for them to move. It wasn't as though either of them had transport magic up their sleeves that'd get them there in an instant. Rayne wanted to take him here and now, not wait. Still, he moves to release his wrists, only to pause.

Lifting his opposite hand, he grabs Cater by the chin, pressing his thumb against his bottom lip, tugging it as he moves his thumb down, only for his thumb to press slightly further into his mouth... to prod at the tip of that little sharper tooth of his with the pad of his thumb.

Then, his hand pulls back, his other releasing Cater's wrists. "Let's go."

Cater locks eyes with Rayne as his face is taken ahold of. He isn't sure, exactly, what Rayne is doing...but it felt good. It was sexy. He couldn't look away from the boy who held so much rage in his beautiful body. Finally, he's released, but there's a few seconds where he stays there, hands still over his head, like he's been captivated.

They'll get nowhere like that, though, so Cater starts moving in the direction of his dorm. His hands are itching to reach for Rayne, but he doesn't dare try and touch him--especially not while they're out in the open. The walk feels far longer than it should, but ultimately they reach the familiar doorway that they'd kissed against just days prior. Almost clumsy in his eagerness, Cater steps forward to open the door and let them both in.

It took way too long to reach his dorm. Rayne had to keep himself from being touchy as they walk, from reaching out and slipping his hand around Cater's waist. Luckily for him, no one seemed to be in the hallway, so even if he had reached out, it might not have been a problem. Hell, even them walking together now would be suspicious, after the way he'd acted earlier with Cater.

Mere seconds after the door is open, Rayne slips inside with him, making sure the door is shut before he turns his gaze back onto Cater. His hand reaches out and, where one might expect him to grab his tie roughly, he's gentle, tugging the material loose and pulling his tie off. They've barely gotten through the door and he's decided he wanted Cater less dressed than he is.

"Get your robe off." Rayne tells him, keeping ahold of the tie he'd taken off of Cater, as he slips his own robe off to set aside. The extra fabric would only get in the way.

It's a good thing Cater was well-suited to taking orders. There's an anticipating smile on his face as Rayne removes his tie, even if he had expected a bit more roughness as soon as the door closed behind them. He starts to shrug off his robe without question, stopping with it over one arm to fondle the top button of his shirt questioningly. "Should I keep going?"

Or did Rayne want to tear it off of him, himself?

What a dangerous situation they've gotten themselves into, huh? Rayne can't take his eyes off of Cater as he starts to shrug off his robe. Now that they're alone, behind closed doors, he could fully have his way with Cater, couldn't he? So why was he just standing there, watching him?

"No." Rayne shifts, moving Cater's hand out of the way, to undo the first buttons of his shirt. Resting Cater's tie over his own shoulder, Rayne leans in to press his lips against the other teen's collarbone, his hands falling down to touch him through his clothes. Staring at his waist, his hands travel down along the curve of him, moving back around to trail down the curve of his ass. As his hands reach that point, Rayne's teeth sink in against his skin, along his exposed collarbone. Seems he's set on proving Cater is his, both to Cater and anyone who looked at him.

Now that they're in private, he couldn't keep himself from being as touchy as he wanted to be.

Cater had been expecting to put on a show for Rayne--not that Rayne was the kind of person to ask for one, mind you. Maybe it was just the way he was, ever the performer. This is better, though. He lets his head lull back as Rayne graces him with his lips, explores him with his hands. Although a soft gasp escapes him as a second bite marks his skin, Cater doesn't offer any complaints. In fact, the gasp tapers into a moan.

His hands need to go somewhere. It's all Cater can do to refrain from completely grabbing at Rayne, but they still reach out for him, searching for a place to rest. They land on his shoulders, fingertips playing with the hair at the back of his neck.

"More," he begs on a breath. "Touch me more."

He wanted to feel Rayne on him, not just over his clothes.

Cater was in no position to be making demands, to be begging for more and get it that simply. Rayne finds himself pushing at Cater's clothes, his fingers coming back up to undo the buttons of his shirt. Finally, after what felt like forever, his skin was exposed. Rayne's hands explore his bare skin, grabbing roughly at his small curves and dips in his body.

Pulling back from his collarbone, Rayne shifts back enough to look at all of the exposed skin, slipping his hand back up to the nipple he'd pinched earlier, pressing his thumb around it. Leaning in, Rayne presses his lips against the opposite side of Cater's chest, his tongue making contact there with his skin, matching the motion of his thumb on the other side. His other hand shifts down again, pushing his fingers under the waistband of Cater's pants and underwear to grab at his ass directly, fingers digging in roughly.

It seems, more than anything, despite being a virgin, he wasn't going to jump right into the main event. He wanted to see, really, how far Cater would let him go. Just how thoroughly he'd allow him to use him, to play with him.

He should, probably, at the very least push Cater up against something for support, instead of taking him right by the door, a few steps inside his dorm.

How far wouldn't he let Rayne go, was the real question. Soon enough, the Divine Visionary would discover just how far those limits could be tested. For now, though, Cater just savors those hands on him. Rayne's hands might not be practiced but they're so firm and decisive, each stroke and squeeze sends a ripple of pleasure spiraling through him. It doesn't matter to him how they stand hovering in the threshold of the doorway. It doesn't matter, either, the way his clothes are only half-off. His eyes go half-lidded as he savors the hot wetness of Rayne's tongue against that sensitive bud of skin, feeling himself grow hard from the way he's being handled. How was it that Rayne was so forceful, yet somehow so gentle at the same time?

"Mmmm..."

One of his hands dares to move higher, into Rayne's hair, his fingers trailing against the other boy's scalp. God, how he wanted nothing more than to climb him, to pull his clothes off and touch and kiss him all over--but this was Rayne's ship to steer. Cater would go at his pace.

Where they do this didn't matter as much as making some sort of mark, making sure that Cater remembered who he belonged to, right? What right did Rayne have to claim him as his own, when he'd been nothing but harsh and dismissive to him?

It felt too hot in here, with the heat of their bodies pressed so close. Pulling his hand back from Cater's chest, he tugs his own tie to loosen it. His mouth leaves his skin long enough to let him glance around the room briefly. Same basic layout as most. The desk closer than the bed-- and, was it really necessary to go to the bed for this? It wasn't like they were going to go about this in any romantic way. It felt... almost too intimate to push Cater down onto his own bed.

With that decision made, Rayne grabs at Cater's hips, pushing and pulling at him until he pushes the other boy up against his own desk, pressing his lower back against the hard wood. One hand shifts forward, working on undoing the button and zipper of his pants.

Once that's undone, he starts pushing at his pants, clearly not wanting to waste any time getting them and his underwear off. His opposite hand shifts, grabbing at Cater's jaw.

"Kiss me."

Bumping back against his desk, Cater's hands instinctively fall behind him to grip at the edges. His breathing comes out in puffs as Rayne so hurriedly works to open his pants, torn between watching him work and watching his face. The hand at his jaw ultimately makes that decision easy for him, and barely are those words out of Rayne's mouth than Cater's own descends upon him. His lips are already parted as he presses them to the other boy's, tongue overeager, greedy. Keeping one hand at the edge of the desk to keep himself stable, his other finds Rayne's hair again, tangling in it against the back of his head.

How was it that Rayne tasted so damn good? If he wasn't pinned there, he'd try and taste the Divine Visionary all over, to scour his skin with his tongue. Would he dare, even, to try and leave his own mark, in return? The idea is so delicious it makes his growing arousal throb at the thought.

Rayne's own pants felt like they were growing uncomfortably tight, but that doesn't stop him. He doesn't care to get his own pants off or relieve himself of any of that pressure. All he wanted to do right now was have every part of Cater all to himself. The greediness was matched by Rayne, his hand pausing on getting his pants off to allow Rayne to press their hips up against each other, as his tongue begins to fight with Cater's. A soft noise escapes the Divine Visionary, head tilting back slightly into the touch of his hair.

It's almost like their lips were meant to be pressed together, like their tongues were made to slide against each other. Fingers curling against Cater's shirt, he seemed to try and press even closer, as if they could get any closer.

As much as he wanted to keep kissing Cater, to get even more messy with him, with their lips tangled for hours, he wanted more. Pulling back from the kiss with the slightest of frustrated whines, Rayne shifts, focusing his gaze back down on Cater's pants. Both of his hands slip down to his hips, getting serious about pushing that clothing down. Freeing his arousal from the clothing, Rayne wraps one hand around Cater, using the other hand to finish shoving down his pants, to at least get them out of the way.

With a careful movement, Rayne gets down on his knees in front of Cater, face to face with his arousal.

"You're this worked up already...?" Says him, who couldn't keep from squirming.

Cater's just as reluctant when Rayne pulls back from him, trying to chase that kiss even as his breath struggles to keep up. His eyelids flutter as Rayne's fingers wrap around his erection, and in the space it takes for him to moan, Rayne's gotten down on his knees. It so doesn't suit him. Granted, it's still an amazing view, but--

"Shouldn't I be the one on my knees, right now?"

He totally expected to get pushed down onto them, if he's being honest. Cater licks his lips, as eager as he is surprised for anything that Rayne decides to do.

"With the way you've had your mouth all over me, how can I not be excited?"

Looking back up at Cater, locking eyes with him, Rayne seems to question him with that stare. What's that supposed to mean, Cater? Don't like witnessing your prefect on his knees for you? Rayne keeps his eyes locked on Cater's as he leans in, dragging his tongue along the base of arousal, up to his tip.

"You will be. Maybe not today. I want you to remember the feel of me. To never crave the feeling of someone else's mouth on you."

Pressing his tongue against the underside of his tip, Rayne stares up at him, allowing his tongue to shift up to the very end.

"Cater," Rayne hums out, "Do you ever have daydreams? Fantasies?"

"I..."

Oh, fuck. Cater's hands clench at the lip of the desk as Rayne's tongue touches him, the muscles of his abdomen tightening from the sensation. A sharp inhale cuts off what he was going to say, and as much as his eyes feel like they want to roll up into his head, he can't stop staring, can't waste this sight.

"Yeah," he finally answers as he exhales, feeling heady. "All the time. Lately, only about you."

"Really?" The way it's asked makes it obvious that Rayne believed him. In a way, it's almost a taunt. All Rayne has to do to taunt, after all, is shift his tone a little from the normal monotone.

Holding his arousal still near the base, Rayne presses his lips against the side of Cater's arousal, his eyes breaking the stare up at Cater to instead look at his length, to admire him in his hold.

"I want you to tell me about one of them."

With this demand, Rayne drags his tongue back up Cater, coming up to begin taking him into his mouth. How much can you talk when you're being played with, Cater?

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