Breathing felt like such a heavy task in its own right. His hands still, the one around Cater's cock finally releasing him, his forehead resting down against Cater's back as he tries to focus on breathing, on getting his heart to slow back to a manageable pace. It's only when he hears his own name that he comes to a little more.
Pulling back slightly, he looks down at Cater. Oh. He'd-- really made him into a mess, hadn't he?
With a small huff, he pulls out of Cater, gasping out as he does. Both of his hands move, one down to his hip to keep him stable and the other up to his wrists, carefully untying them. The tie is tossed aside, his arms carefully shifted by Rayne to help him stretch them out.
That done, he grabs at the tissue box on the desk, giving Cater a quick wipe down with a few of them, as the other teen was coming down from it all. It'd have to do for now.
His own pants and tugged up messily, enough that he'd be able to walk. Without a word, he helps Cater sit up and get to his own feet from the desk, before scooping him up in his arms. One arm under his knees, the other holding his back up. He felt a little guilty, for having gone so hard on him, so it was only right that he help him get into bed to rest, right?
Overwhelmed as he is, Cater isn't at all expecting Rayne to do so much for him. Not that he was expecting cruel treatment in the wake of all that, mind you, but wiping him down and then--oh, picking him up. His muscles feel so shaky he probably would've stumbled as soon as he stood up, wouldn't he?
It's a short trip from the desk to his bed, but Cater doesn't complain, allowing himself to be cradled to Rayne's chest as he's carried. Once he's sat down, he raises his still-trembling arms to catch the other boy's face, bringing him in for a kiss. In that moment, Cater didn't have a single word to say--so he'd let his affection speak for itself.
There's definitely no hard feelings about having been treated so mercilessly.
Cruel and dismissive as Rayne was, even he wouldn't treat Cater poorly after everything they'd just done. Not only because of the guilt forming like a knot in his stomach, burning in his chest, but also-- just looking at Cater, the boy looked so pathetic it was hard not to pity him, a little bit. And, if he was honest with how he felt, he didn't want to treat Cater all that horribly, especially not after their first time.
Those shaky hands catch his face. Rayne allows himself to be pulled down, returning the kiss. It's a little difficult, with the positioning forcing him to lean down at an awkward angle. Sliding his knee up onto the mattress, a hand down by Cater's head, he adjusts the position for himself to make it easier.
After a second, he breaks the kiss, pushing himself up to look down at him, only half sitting on the bed.
Cater's reluctant to let the kiss break but he smiles at Rayne, letting out a huff of laughter, still pretty breathless. "Yeah, I'm good. Better than good."
Just exhausted, gooey, and reeling. It felt like he'd been unraveling mentally, totally out of his mind with pleasure. In the heat of the moment, it was kind of scary, most certainly overwhelming. Now that he was starting to come down from that high, though, with Rayne there over him he was practically cozy. A giddiness is spreading in his stomach as it sinks in that the two of them really hooked up.
Cater's hand sinks, fingers curling against Rayne's arm. His gaze is still hazy, but it's starting to regain some clarity.
How in the world did Cater take all of that and then still manage to laugh? To be okay? It's a shock to Rayne, who honestly didn't expect Cater to last that long or be able to handle all of that-- all of his cruelty, in one interaction.
The hand against his arm, fingers curling there, causes Rayne to glance down, his jaw tightening. A glance is spared towards the dorm door. No one would be coming here, no one could even see the two of them right now. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't want to slip down to wrap his arms around Cater.
Shifting, he ends up laying down on his side, his arms both slipping around Cater's waist, his chin pressing against Cater's shoulder, eyes focused on him. This-- was probably the closest they'd ever gotten, aside from the obvious. In a way, he felt starved for affection, with how he pushed away the one person who could offer it, time and time again.
"..." As much as he wants to murmur compliments, to say something, he's too unsure, too repressed to even KNOW what to say, after unloading all of that pent up energy onto Cater.
A part of him had expected Rayne to decline, so when he does lay with him, holds him, Cater feels his heart flutter. He places a hand at Rayne's neck, stroking the skin there with his thumb, and takes slow breaths to calm his heartrate. It's soothing, having a body there with him, especially after things had gotten so deeply intense. The fact that Rayne says nothing doesn't bother Cater, who always seems to have something ready to say.
For once, he can enjoy the silence, the sound of just their breathing, as they keep each other close. No one needed to ever know that they were here--it was a safe, private space, and there wouldn't be anyone coming to interrupt them. Somehow, the idea of being caught with their arms around each other was scarier than being caught just with their pants down. Mouth at Rayne's temple, Cater brushes his lips against the other boy's hair. Even though he'd been the one handled so roughly, he touches Rayne as if to soothe him.
Just as a part of Cater expected him to decline, a part of Rayne wanted to deny him, to leave without another thought. It was too dangerous to stay for so long, especially after what they'd been doing. The tendency to overthink, to believe something might be more dangerous than it actually is, was one that Rayne was privy to, especially now. That hand against his neck helps ground him, stills his mind for long enough that his hold on Cater tightens slightly.
His fingers press against Cater's side, touch careful against his skin, as if worried he might hurt him if he wasn't careful enough, regardless of how rough he'd already been with him. This couldn't become a regular occurrence, could it? Even with what he'd said, even with how he wanted to keep Cater all to himself... that was unreasonable, wasn't it?
No -- if it's unreasonable, Rayne doesn't care. Tilting his head slightly down, he shifts to press his cheek more against Cater's shoulder instead of his chin resting there, nudging close.
"... You can't tell anyone." Rayne finally mutters out, as if to double check that it was clear to Cater, too.
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Pulling back slightly, he looks down at Cater. Oh. He'd-- really made him into a mess, hadn't he?
With a small huff, he pulls out of Cater, gasping out as he does. Both of his hands move, one down to his hip to keep him stable and the other up to his wrists, carefully untying them. The tie is tossed aside, his arms carefully shifted by Rayne to help him stretch them out.
That done, he grabs at the tissue box on the desk, giving Cater a quick wipe down with a few of them, as the other teen was coming down from it all. It'd have to do for now.
His own pants and tugged up messily, enough that he'd be able to walk. Without a word, he helps Cater sit up and get to his own feet from the desk, before scooping him up in his arms. One arm under his knees, the other holding his back up. He felt a little guilty, for having gone so hard on him, so it was only right that he help him get into bed to rest, right?
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It's a short trip from the desk to his bed, but Cater doesn't complain, allowing himself to be cradled to Rayne's chest as he's carried. Once he's sat down, he raises his still-trembling arms to catch the other boy's face, bringing him in for a kiss. In that moment, Cater didn't have a single word to say--so he'd let his affection speak for itself.
There's definitely no hard feelings about having been treated so mercilessly.
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Those shaky hands catch his face. Rayne allows himself to be pulled down, returning the kiss. It's a little difficult, with the positioning forcing him to lean down at an awkward angle. Sliding his knee up onto the mattress, a hand down by Cater's head, he adjusts the position for himself to make it easier.
After a second, he breaks the kiss, pushing himself up to look down at him, only half sitting on the bed.
"... Are you okay?" He finally asks.
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Just exhausted, gooey, and reeling. It felt like he'd been unraveling mentally, totally out of his mind with pleasure. In the heat of the moment, it was kind of scary, most certainly overwhelming. Now that he was starting to come down from that high, though, with Rayne there over him he was practically cozy. A giddiness is spreading in his stomach as it sinks in that the two of them really hooked up.
Cater's hand sinks, fingers curling against Rayne's arm. His gaze is still hazy, but it's starting to regain some clarity.
"Hey, make yourself comfortable."
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The hand against his arm, fingers curling there, causes Rayne to glance down, his jaw tightening. A glance is spared towards the dorm door. No one would be coming here, no one could even see the two of them right now. He'd be a liar if he said he didn't want to slip down to wrap his arms around Cater.
Shifting, he ends up laying down on his side, his arms both slipping around Cater's waist, his chin pressing against Cater's shoulder, eyes focused on him. This-- was probably the closest they'd ever gotten, aside from the obvious. In a way, he felt starved for affection, with how he pushed away the one person who could offer it, time and time again.
"..." As much as he wants to murmur compliments, to say something, he's too unsure, too repressed to even KNOW what to say, after unloading all of that pent up energy onto Cater.
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For once, he can enjoy the silence, the sound of just their breathing, as they keep each other close. No one needed to ever know that they were here--it was a safe, private space, and there wouldn't be anyone coming to interrupt them. Somehow, the idea of being caught with their arms around each other was scarier than being caught just with their pants down. Mouth at Rayne's temple, Cater brushes his lips against the other boy's hair. Even though he'd been the one handled so roughly, he touches Rayne as if to soothe him.
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His fingers press against Cater's side, touch careful against his skin, as if worried he might hurt him if he wasn't careful enough, regardless of how rough he'd already been with him. This couldn't become a regular occurrence, could it? Even with what he'd said, even with how he wanted to keep Cater all to himself... that was unreasonable, wasn't it?
No -- if it's unreasonable, Rayne doesn't care. Tilting his head slightly down, he shifts to press his cheek more against Cater's shoulder instead of his chin resting there, nudging close.
"... You can't tell anyone." Rayne finally mutters out, as if to double check that it was clear to Cater, too.