'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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[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.]