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.
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?"
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?
Cater moans--it's such a sexy request, and combined with the heat of Rayne's mouth falling over him, he can barely think straight. How in the world was this their first time?! Shouldn't it be clumsy and awkward and kind of laughable? This was just so damn hot.
"...I've been thinking about you motivating me in my studies." No, that wasn't clear enough. Cater licks his lips, swallows, and continues. "I've been thinking about how you'd punish me for slacking off. How you'd have your way with me."
It's a little hard to focus when he's getting sucked--by Rayne Ames of all people. He needs to take another pause to groan before adding in a bit more detail.
"Making me beg to cum but not letting me, because I've been a naughty boy who doesn't deserve a reward."
Oh, fuck, hearing all of that from Cater was almost overwhelming. He'd be a liar if he said he wasn't having similar fantasies after he'd started training with Cater for their Practical Magic applications. Fantasies about motivating him-- in that way.
Maybe a little crueler than Cater assumed, really, at least in his own fantasies.
Taking all of him into his mouth, Rayne hums to show he's listening, allowing the feeling to reverberate through Cater's length before he begins to move his head, pressing his tongue flush with the underside of his cock.
He continues these movements, repeating the motion a few times before pulling himself off, using his hand to stroke him in the absence of his mouth.
"I had... one, recently." Rayne admits, glancing up towards Cater's face, "Where you allowed me to have my way with you, as you said. I wanted to make you cum over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Until all you could think about was how I felt, until every touch made you whine and squirm. It was a punishment, in its own way." His hand jerks forward, his mouth opening to allow him to press his tongue back down against him, tracing his tip with his tongue.
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That felt good, too good! He can barely keep himself focused on Rayne's face, his working mouth, as he pants hard. His own face is flushed, lips parted, and his stomach muscles twitch visibly from all of Rayne's efforts.
"That sounds like a fantasy I want to play out," he remarks between gasps, struggling to keep up the conversation. The blush is working its way down his neck, and as much as he's trying to hold himself together to let this last as long as possible, he can already feel himself getting close to an orgasm. The combination of everything was just too powerful, and imagining himself totally at Rayne's mercy.
"Or are we already doing that?"
How many times were you going to make him cum, Rayne?
If he was a more expressive man, he might be showing some form of amusement on his face, from the way Cater was reacting to everything he did. Perfect -- each little reaction pushes him further.
Keeping his eyes up on Cater's face now, he attempts to memorize every detail. The way his face flushed, that blush working its way down his skin. The twitching of his stomach muscles, the way his lips were parted. The look in his eyes, the struggle to keep himself together.
"We are."
Rayne confirms, before he takes the other teen's tip into his mouth again, clearly planning to use both his mouth and hand to bring him to that orgasm. What better way, really, to punish him for his actions and prove that Cater was his and his alone?
How many times could Cater handle it, before he cried? Before he was a mess, barely able to keep himself coherent, both in speech and in thought?
As it was, keeping a clear head was certainly a struggle. Cater's brow furrows as moan after moan escapes him, growing harder and louder as Rayne works him between his hand and his mouth. His back arches, straining, and it's clear that he's reaching his limit from the way his whole body seems to be tensing up.
"Cumming--R-Rayne--!"
Cater barely has time to get that much out before that pleasure bursts, his mind unraveling as it happens. His knuckles are white from how hard he clutches the desk, head thrown back. Would he explode in Rayne's mouth, or would the Divine Visionary back off in time for him to shoot all over himself, instead? Either way, Rayne has Cater right where he wants him, completely at his mercy.
What pretty noises those were, shameless in how Cater allows them to slip past his lips. Or, could he not even bite back those moans? It seemed like his every reaction was instinctual, nothing he could do to control it anymore, struggling completely to hold himself together.
The warning doesn’t lead to Rayne pulling back, not in time. Cater’s hot cum begins to flood his mouth, a soft noise escaping Rayne as he pulls off Cater— ending in some of Cater’s cum to end up not only in his mouth, but along part of his face. The momentary shock settles in after a few blinks from the prefect, his mouth hanging half open as he pants and tries to catch his breath. Cater’s fluids still in his mouth, dripping down his chin, along his cheek. What a sight to see, really… someone like Rayne on his knees like this.
At last, Rayne closes his mouth, swallowing what was still inside.
Cater's still gasping hard when his head clears enough to really look at Rayne. It's a sight that's so absurdly sexy he feels a whole new throb of pleasure, but the splatter of his semen across the other boy's face also sends a jolt of panic through him. OMG, how pissed was Rayne going to be about that?
"I'm sorry! Shoot, let me grab you a tissue--"
He twists around, trying to find where he kept them. There should be some on his desk behind him, he thinks...
Bringing his own thumb up to his face, Rayne wipes some of the splattered semen from his own skin.
"It's fine."
With that statement, he brings his thumb to his mouth, licking it clean. One pass at his face wouldn't completely clean him off, but what use would it be to get mad at Cater for something like this? Something that, really, he couldn't help.
As he rises to his feet, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his opposite hand shifting down to grab at Cater's hip, thumb pressing in with bruising pressure. "Kick off your pants all the way-- then help get mine off. We don't... have anything we can use for lubrication, do we?" The thought finally crosses his mind, his brow tightening.
Face still alight with awe at the absolutely sexual way that Rayne just handled that mess, Cater does as he's told. His pants are promptly kicked away and he's leaning forward to reach for Rayne's, unable to keep the eagerness out of his grasping fingers.
The question makes him pause briefly, eyes flicking upward with confusion--and then a bit of bashfulness. Yeah, most students wouldn't have that kind of thing ready to go, would they?
Rayne stares at Cater for a long second at the admission. Did he really have something like that ready to go?? In his dorm room-- no, where else would he keep it? The Divine Visionary breathes out a heavy sigh, nodding slightly.
"I'll grab it."
If he knew the exact location, he'd use his magic instead of wandering over. As it was, he'd probably end up lifting something else out of the drawer without realizing it. Pulling back from Cater, he moves over to the bed, tugging the nightstand drawer open.
... Was Cater some sort of slut, who couldn't get enough with just his hand? Rayne swallows, face flushed as he grabs the bottle of lube.
There's not a single comment made as he moves back over to Cater, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed at him.
"How much time do you spend on this sort of thing?" Sorry, Cater, he can't not ask.
"Probably a bit more than average," he admits. Cater can't help it--even he can feel a certain amount of shame. He swallows, eyes darting down and away when Rayne returns with the lube and asks his question. After all, he knows exactly what else is in that drawer.
"...do you think I'm dirty?"
It's maybe a bit more vulnerable than he wants to be, especially when Rayne doesn't look like he's about to storm off on him, but...something about the idea bothers him. That Rayne would think poorly of him, this way. That he wouldn't want to touch him anymore, after all.
How's he supposed to answer that question? It's different than he's used to for his school life, different than he imagines most others even if he should adjust his expectations considering the majority of students were focused on this type of thing.
"I wouldn't say dirty." It wasn't the right word to describe how he thought of Cater.
The gears are turning in his head, trying to think of the right word, the right way to describe how he thought of Cater.
"More... I haven't spent much time with that. I want..." Setting the bottle against the desk, Rayne rests his hand against the lip of the desk, leaning in to Cater, lowering his voice. "To keep being the person you fantasize about. To not be a momentary fling. Something convenient. If you're mine," His opposite hand comes up, grabbing Cater's chin again -- he's pretty grabby, huh? "Then that means I accept that part of you too."
Even as Rayne leans in and grabs his face, Cater relaxes. His smile becomes relieved as he re-focuses his gaze on the other boy. "There's nothing convenient about you," he says with a certain hint of fondness in the sentiment.
Really, he shouldn't be making any kind of promise relating to commitment. As much as he claimed he was Rayne's, could either of them even imagine the future? Well, for now...Cater decides he doesn't want to imagine a future where he's anyone else's. That was good enough.
"As long as you accept all of me," he agrees, "I won't think of anyone else."
Possessiveness, the desire to have Cater all to himself, and commitment to him, to refuse to see anyone else by his side, felt like a strange combination. Could he really claim that Cater was his when he continued to push him away in public? When he seemed to want nothing to do with him until someone else had their hands all over him?
With a small huff, Rayne shifts to press his lips against Cater's neck again, deciding it best not to think about for now. Not during this moment, when he wanted nothing more than to give in to instinct.
"Good." He murmurs against Cater's skin, hand falling from his chin to grab at his hip again.
His smile spreads more widely across his face as Rayne leans into him, grabs at him.
"Right, where were we?"
Oh, yes. Taking off Rayne's pants. Cater reaches for the other boy's waist, finding where he'd left off, undoing the button and zipper there and working to slide the fabric down his thighs, getting it out of the way. He's even more eager to reach the package he's freed, palming Rayne's dick in his hand. Maybe it was a bit ahead of orders, but he wouldn't be too upset, would he?
Things had been getting a little too strangely gentle, hadn’t they? Rayne had almost forgotten why they were here, what led them to this point.
The hand against him, palming him, is enough to get a soft groan out of him, fingers curling against both the lip of the desk and Cater’s hip. His touch leaves his hip, to grab at the bottle of lube on the desk. The sound of the cap being undone can be heard behind Cater, as Rayne shifts his position slightly.
After pouring some along his own fingers, spreading it between them, he shifts his hand down, back between Cater’s legs, to tease at his entrance. Well, tease is a strong word— he might not be in a hurry, but he also doesn’t want to wait very long. Pressing his middle finger against him, he begins to push in, not really caring to give Cater more than a second to know what he’s doing.
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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.
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"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.
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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."
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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.
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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.
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"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?"
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"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?"
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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."
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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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"...I've been thinking about you motivating me in my studies." No, that wasn't clear enough. Cater licks his lips, swallows, and continues. "I've been thinking about how you'd punish me for slacking off. How you'd have your way with me."
It's a little hard to focus when he's getting sucked--by Rayne Ames of all people. He needs to take another pause to groan before adding in a bit more detail.
"Making me beg to cum but not letting me, because I've been a naughty boy who doesn't deserve a reward."
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Maybe a little crueler than Cater assumed, really, at least in his own fantasies.
Taking all of him into his mouth, Rayne hums to show he's listening, allowing the feeling to reverberate through Cater's length before he begins to move his head, pressing his tongue flush with the underside of his cock.
He continues these movements, repeating the motion a few times before pulling himself off, using his hand to stroke him in the absence of his mouth.
"I had... one, recently." Rayne admits, glancing up towards Cater's face, "Where you allowed me to have my way with you, as you said. I wanted to make you cum over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. Until all you could think about was how I felt, until every touch made you whine and squirm. It was a punishment, in its own way." His hand jerks forward, his mouth opening to allow him to press his tongue back down against him, tracing his tip with his tongue.
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That felt good, too good! He can barely keep himself focused on Rayne's face, his working mouth, as he pants hard. His own face is flushed, lips parted, and his stomach muscles twitch visibly from all of Rayne's efforts.
"That sounds like a fantasy I want to play out," he remarks between gasps, struggling to keep up the conversation. The blush is working its way down his neck, and as much as he's trying to hold himself together to let this last as long as possible, he can already feel himself getting close to an orgasm. The combination of everything was just too powerful, and imagining himself totally at Rayne's mercy.
"Or are we already doing that?"
How many times were you going to make him cum, Rayne?
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Keeping his eyes up on Cater's face now, he attempts to memorize every detail. The way his face flushed, that blush working its way down his skin. The twitching of his stomach muscles, the way his lips were parted. The look in his eyes, the struggle to keep himself together.
"We are."
Rayne confirms, before he takes the other teen's tip into his mouth again, clearly planning to use both his mouth and hand to bring him to that orgasm. What better way, really, to punish him for his actions and prove that Cater was his and his alone?
How many times could Cater handle it, before he cried? Before he was a mess, barely able to keep himself coherent, both in speech and in thought?
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"Cumming--R-Rayne--!"
Cater barely has time to get that much out before that pleasure bursts, his mind unraveling as it happens. His knuckles are white from how hard he clutches the desk, head thrown back. Would he explode in Rayne's mouth, or would the Divine Visionary back off in time for him to shoot all over himself, instead? Either way, Rayne has Cater right where he wants him, completely at his mercy.
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The warning doesn’t lead to Rayne pulling back, not in time. Cater’s hot cum begins to flood his mouth, a soft noise escaping Rayne as he pulls off Cater— ending in some of Cater’s cum to end up not only in his mouth, but along part of his face. The momentary shock settles in after a few blinks from the prefect, his mouth hanging half open as he pants and tries to catch his breath. Cater’s fluids still in his mouth, dripping down his chin, along his cheek. What a sight to see, really… someone like Rayne on his knees like this.
At last, Rayne closes his mouth, swallowing what was still inside.
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"I'm sorry! Shoot, let me grab you a tissue--"
He twists around, trying to find where he kept them. There should be some on his desk behind him, he thinks...
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"It's fine."
With that statement, he brings his thumb to his mouth, licking it clean. One pass at his face wouldn't completely clean him off, but what use would it be to get mad at Cater for something like this? Something that, really, he couldn't help.
As he rises to his feet, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his opposite hand shifting down to grab at Cater's hip, thumb pressing in with bruising pressure. "Kick off your pants all the way-- then help get mine off. We don't... have anything we can use for lubrication, do we?" The thought finally crosses his mind, his brow tightening.
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The question makes him pause briefly, eyes flicking upward with confusion--and then a bit of bashfulness. Yeah, most students wouldn't have that kind of thing ready to go, would they?
"I have a bottle of lube in my nightstand."
Don't ask why. You know why, Rayne.
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"I'll grab it."
If he knew the exact location, he'd use his magic instead of wandering over. As it was, he'd probably end up lifting something else out of the drawer without realizing it. Pulling back from Cater, he moves over to the bed, tugging the nightstand drawer open.
... Was Cater some sort of slut, who couldn't get enough with just his hand? Rayne swallows, face flushed as he grabs the bottle of lube.
There's not a single comment made as he moves back over to Cater, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed at him.
"How much time do you spend on this sort of thing?" Sorry, Cater, he can't not ask.
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"...do you think I'm dirty?"
It's maybe a bit more vulnerable than he wants to be, especially when Rayne doesn't look like he's about to storm off on him, but...something about the idea bothers him. That Rayne would think poorly of him, this way. That he wouldn't want to touch him anymore, after all.
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"I wouldn't say dirty." It wasn't the right word to describe how he thought of Cater.
The gears are turning in his head, trying to think of the right word, the right way to describe how he thought of Cater.
"More... I haven't spent much time with that. I want..." Setting the bottle against the desk, Rayne rests his hand against the lip of the desk, leaning in to Cater, lowering his voice. "To keep being the person you fantasize about. To not be a momentary fling. Something convenient. If you're mine," His opposite hand comes up, grabbing Cater's chin again -- he's pretty grabby, huh? "Then that means I accept that part of you too."
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Really, he shouldn't be making any kind of promise relating to commitment. As much as he claimed he was Rayne's, could either of them even imagine the future? Well, for now...Cater decides he doesn't want to imagine a future where he's anyone else's. That was good enough.
"As long as you accept all of me," he agrees, "I won't think of anyone else."
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With a small huff, Rayne shifts to press his lips against Cater's neck again, deciding it best not to think about for now. Not during this moment, when he wanted nothing more than to give in to instinct.
"Good." He murmurs against Cater's skin, hand falling from his chin to grab at his hip again.
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"Right, where were we?"
Oh, yes. Taking off Rayne's pants. Cater reaches for the other boy's waist, finding where he'd left off, undoing the button and zipper there and working to slide the fabric down his thighs, getting it out of the way. He's even more eager to reach the package he's freed, palming Rayne's dick in his hand. Maybe it was a bit ahead of orders, but he wouldn't be too upset, would he?
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The hand against him, palming him, is enough to get a soft groan out of him, fingers curling against both the lip of the desk and Cater’s hip. His touch leaves his hip, to grab at the bottle of lube on the desk. The sound of the cap being undone can be heard behind Cater, as Rayne shifts his position slightly.
After pouring some along his own fingers, spreading it between them, he shifts his hand down, back between Cater’s legs, to tease at his entrance. Well, tease is a strong word— he might not be in a hurry, but he also doesn’t want to wait very long. Pressing his middle finger against him, he begins to push in, not really caring to give Cater more than a second to know what he’s doing.
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