'cause you're my king and I'm your lionheart

[selfie_centered]

♦️🌹

and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deck
but you're a queen and I'm a lionheart

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[crimsontyrant]

[ Despite his earlier impatience, Riddle knows better than to slam himself don onto Cater. He's slow, making sure he's fine and not aching too much. Of course it hurts a little to stretch this much, but

That's not really a problem. Riddle is a mess atop Cater as he works on moving, whimpering and letting out little gasped moans. His head is spinning, his cock leaking with pre, his body shaking and hands clinging tight to Cater.

And. At once, there's the final push. Riddle, gasping and desperate, pushes himself the last inch down, until they're flush together, skin to skin. Only problem with that?

It causes him to cry out, with the speed he went and the feeling of being so full. Cater will inevitably feel and see his climax then and there, as he coats himself and part of Cater with his fluids.

Whoops. ]

[selfie_centered]

[Cater is quiet for most of it, concentratign hard on witnessing this moment even though he's not sure he can handle it, either. it's hypnotizing, both watching Riddle nearly lose himself, and the heavy heady feeling of entering a warm body.

Riddle is so cute, so desperate, so sweet— but Cater doesn't realize quite how close Riddle is until Riddle is ejaculating in their laps, squeezing on poor Cater all the while. it chokes out a breathy moan from Cater, whose eyes are locked on the space between them, who's literally biting his tongue to bite back the sound. it is impossible for him not to roll his hips up and forward into the feeling, and his eyes flick back up to Riddle's sweet face.]

Riddle—

[he has to keep control of himself, right? he has to. overwhelming Riddle isn't an option whether or not Cater was ever going to get a second round. besides, surely he can fight the needy monster in him to just revel a little longer in his beautiful queen's loss of composure.]

[crimsontyrant]

[ Cater rolling up into the feeling doesn't help in the sense that it makes him whimper, already so sensitive from how full he felt, from his orgasm, from the warmth shared between them. He's having a hard time keeping his composure, his eyes welled with tears that he couldn't help.

His walls are squeezing down on Cater so tightly-

Riddle gasps, pants, tries to catch his breath. A hand comes up, hiding part of his face out of the embarrassment that floods through him. He hadn't MEANT to climax then and there.

But, ]

I--...

[ He rolls his hips slightly, reveling in the feeling of over sensitivity and pleasure, his small body trembling atop Cater. His hands, too, tremble as he grasps at Cater's shoulders to steady himself. ]

We don't... need to stop.

[ He finally manages out. ]

[selfie_centered]

I— what?

[Cater asks, as breathless as he is incredulous. he cannot believe that Riddle is still managing to move on him, as tight and trembling as he is. Seven, he feels incredible, but isn't this a little much?! isn't— shouldn't he be backing off?!

but when Cater tries again to speak, he can't decide on which word to even use. his fingers press tighter into Riddle's hip and thigh, and he whines, dipping his head toward Riddle's shoulder again. it's his turn to hide, it seems, as he murmurs a;]

Sorry—

[for what, he can't decide. but he certainly can't get himself to think about pushing Riddle away right now, not when it feels like this. he has to, has to, has to trust that Riddle will tell him if he's too much. Riddle always tells him if he's too much.]

[crimsontyrant]

[ It's Riddle's turn to be gentle, supportive. He brings one hand up to carefully stroke Cater's hair as the other boy hides in his shoulder, shushing his little apology away. He doesn't know why he's apologizing, but it is absolutely not necessary in this moment.

And, despite being so overwhelmed, Riddle uses his legs to carefully pull himself up, then pressing back down onto Cater. He begins a rhythm this way, rocking himself forward and grinding his dick inside of him whenever he's flush with Cater all over again. He didn't even give himself long enough to relax- his poor, overstimulated cock twitches, still half hard with everything, with basically working through his climax.

He whimpers, gasps, makes such pretty little pathetic noises into Cater's ear- none of them are held back, not even an attempt is made to bite them back. ]

I can't-- believe you fit. It's... [ So much. He's struggling to handle it all, but damn is he trying, too into the moment to even think of slowing himself down. ]

[selfie_centered]

[he's going insane. he has to be going insane. there's no way he can feel this good, that Riddle could really be doing this for him. and yet reality doesn't really give a shit what Cater can and can't believe. this is really happening him, Riddle is really saying things like that to him, and it is really bringing him closer to the edge.

he lifts his head to rest his chin on Riddle's shoulder, arms wrapped about Riddle in his desperation. like Riddle is the only tether to this plane, to reality, to being here. and Cater wants to be here, right now. to forget about every other thing, about any worries there could be, lost in the same kind of security he'd been trying so hard to offer Riddle.

but staying tethered won't keep him any further from release. there isn't much more he can take, either. Riddle's small size is one thing to handle, but his eagerness is another. Cater is so close, so close, so close— and so much of the growing tension in his abdomen comes instead from that feeling of adoration being thrown back at him.

against the rules or not, Cater hisses out a curse under his breath, digs his fingers into Riddle's skin again. always-talkative Cater has finally run out of words, the only thing he can manage becoming the desperate upward shift his hips make to meet Riddle's— though really, he's content with how much of the work Riddle's doing, too.]

[crimsontyrant]

[ It feels like he's going to go insane himself. The oversensitivity was driving him nuts, felt better than anything he'd ever felt before, even if it was so much for him. He swears he can feel the heat welling up inside him again, quicker than before.

His own words falter, fall to the wayside, to be forgotten for a time. They're pressed so close together, especially with the way Riddle's arms slip under Cater's, his nails digging in against the other boy's back so hard he's sure he's leaving marks. It's comfortable, secure. Nothing else could ever be this sweet, could it?

His hips don't stop yet, his body taking control over the situation, tiring himself out bit by bit, until he just can't take it anymore. One final push, one final time he presses so firmly down against him, and he whimpers, walls tensing around Cater all over again. Somewhat less strong this time, as he rolls his hips against him through it, moving to press his burning cheek to Cater's.

A quiet whine escapes the Housewarden as he keeps himself clutched to Cater, his breathing labored and shaky. No words - no, he's out of those too, for the moment. ]

[selfie_centered]

[if he wasn't already teetering on the edge, there simply wouldn't be any surviving the way Riddle climaxes on Cater again anyway. pressing together when he releases that warmth into Riddle just isn't enough. they're on a bed, they can't be falling, but Cater clings to Riddle like a lifeline, like letting go would send him tumbling away. it's not like Cater doesn't know what it's like to cum, but this is different somehow, in such a dangerous way. cumming with someone you care about so much just hits different.

he gasps enough to take in a little more air, like he's surfaced from underwater, and when he does, he nestles his head against Riddle's and finally relaxes his grip on him. arms draping around Riddle's hips in a warmer, looser, linked-wrist hug, Cater sort of rocks back and forth shallow and slow to ease them both out of that overwhelm.

it's a feeling he doesn't really want to end, like getting out of the warm shower to face the world, or pulling one's self out from under warm blankets. but that's fine. just a minute more, a minute more, a moment more in this space where everything they've done is safe and cool and fine.]

[crimsontyrant]

[ It's so intense, the feelings that wrack his body. The warmth that pools within him, condom or not, is such a new feeling, something that just adds to the intensity of the moment. It's intoxicating. Sticky, a little gross all things considered, but he couldn't want anything more right now.

His head dips slightly, face burying into Cater, partially into his hair and part into his shoulder. His own fingers let up, as Cater carefully rocks them, in such a way that really does work to help him ease out of it, to help him get back down to earth.

If Cater doesn't want this to end, he's in luck: neither does Riddle. Why would he want to come back to a reality that was so much harsher than this moment? No, he wants to get lost in it a little longer. To be held a little longer, clutched so close as if he was actually loved, adored.

He's not a crybaby, by any means (says he, but he totally is), but he finds his eyes watering, and all he wants to do is stay hidden there against Cater. So that's what he does, refusing to move. It's not a bad thing - more, there's too many emotions for him to even think to parse through, too many feelings that he needs to let move through him.

Slowly but surely, he squishes closer, hands adjusting until he has his arms fully wrapped around Cater. ]

[selfie_centered]

[Cater is fine with not moving immediately, with trying to wait out some of the sensitivity of it all. between them the heat still feels so strong, though it won't be long before they calm down and feel the chill of being naked. that's fine. for now, this is fine.

letting go of his own wrist, he presses his palm flat to Riddle's back, thumb rubbing over Riddle's spine. a deep breath in, a sigh— right. back to Wonderland, Cater.]

You okay?

[gentle, quiet. like if they move too much or speak too loud, something might break.]

[crimsontyrant]

[ Slowly but surely, his breathing begins to settle. Sure, he still trembles whenever he shifts, still feels so overwhelmed from all of everything, but he's good. Happy, to be here like this with Cater. It'll hit him later, the realization of all they'd done.

For now? He nods against Cater, slow and careful. He feels it too, the quiet that dares to break if they're too loud, if they move too fast. ]

Mmhm, [ He hums out in response, squirming ever so slightly. ]

And you...?

[selfie_centered]

[overwhelming is definitely the word for it. that's why, perhaps, Cater doesn't let himself settle into the panic that might normally follow. there'll be time later to overthink this.]

Yeah. I'm fine.

[a little sensitive still, sure, especially since Riddle can't seem to sit still, but it's not like Cater blames him.

...man, he didn't even think about cleanup or anything. what's up, Diamond? you really needed to hit it that bad? sheesh.

Cater makes a little noise, though. he... can't jump to making jokes like that in his head. way too soon.]

Let me know when you wanna, mm.

Get up, or... y'know.

[don't ask his brain to work.]