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and in the sea that's painted black
creatures lurk below the deck
but you're a queen and I'm a lionheart
creatures lurk below the deck
but you're a queen and I'm a lionheart
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Date: 2025-05-30 01:30 am (UTC)[ The warning, tone scolding, yet quiet behind the fabric he was partially hiding behind. He adjusts to rest his cheek against his hand, his pout clear even behind the fabric. ]
I would never even dare think to say something with scandalous undertones like that. Keep your mind out of the gutter.
[ And, to even suggest he'd break the rules? Come on, Cater, you know better than that. At least Riddle is taking it in stride, allowing the teasing to wash over him rather than actually getting mad.
It's a little funny, isn't it, how Cater wonders if someone will make him feel free, when...
He's one of those people. That make him feel free, like he can be whoever he wants to be versus what he's meant to be. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 01:40 am (UTC)You're right.
What am I thinking?
[Not was, but am. He does know better. He just has to ignore the flight of his imagination.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 01:53 am (UTC)Am.
Was Cater thinking something else strange, then? Maybe Riddle will let is slide, given their circumstances. Maybe he'll ... do something a little stupid.
One of his hands releases his sweater, reaching out to carefully grasp onto one of Cater's hands. Pressing their palms together. ]
Are you cold? I wouldn't want you to have to feel cold after letting me borrow your sweater.
[ His voice is quiet, having dropped the volume by a good few levels, as if maybe. Maybe, if he keeps it quiet, they don't have to worry about what they say here. Maybe he doesn't have to worry about thinking so hard on his words.
He still will, of course. But.... still.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 02:17 am (UTC)Riddle is all quiet and sweet, his voice all low... if Cater were dreaming, he'd know what comes next. He's alive and he knows what's supposed to come next. But—]
Yeah,
[he finds himself murmuring, trying, just as hushed. What will happen if he says yes?]
I'm, uh. Kinda feelin' it.
[He swallows. At least if he's totally misreading this, he's not the one taking the next step. Not taking it too far. It's just... whatever Riddle wants to do, to solve this.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 03:05 am (UTC)If he was more bold, he might make a whole other move completely.
He isn't bold, not with something like this.
Riddle's book is forgotten, in favor of the little shuffle closer he does. The way he tucks one arm over Cater's waist, his hand moving to press against his back. The opposite one tucks in between them, as Riddle's fingers grasp onto his shirt lightly. ]
Then... come close like this. We can share the warmth, right?
You already promised: no one has to know.
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Date: 2025-05-30 03:18 am (UTC)is this allowed?! Cater feels the rush of blood up his neck, is certain at least his ears must be red. suddenly he's far from freezing at all, but there's nothing he wants to do to get away from this warmth. The hand on his back is everything.
maybe he is dreaming? maybe he hit the bed and fell right asleep. his fingers flex and unflex, hovering above Riddle's shoulder for a moment as Cater tries to decide where his hand should even go.
It's Riddle's voice assuring him no one has to know, that this kind of closeness is alright. So then— there's nothing wrong with it, right?
So Cater adjusts, shoving the arm closest to the bed under his pillow, the other resting on Riddle's shoulder as he does. There. That's comfortable enough for them to get close.
he looks at Riddle again, all adjusted, and instead of being satisfied with that hand on Riddle's shoulder, he does what he wanted to before. just to see. if Riddle doesn't want him to, well, he'll let him know.
he pushes those red bangs out of Riddle's face and smiles at him, trying to be that confident, reassuring senpai. lost, a little, in intimacy he shouldn't be taking advantage of.]
Sure we can.
It'll be our little secret.
[he's never claimed to be a good person.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 03:31 am (UTC)He doesn't want to pull away. Doesn't want to move back from this moment.
It's easy. To get comfortable, to press himself close to Cater in a way that feels so much like he shouldn't, like he should stop here and there.
No one would know. Not their classmates, their friends, or his mother. This moment was theirs and theirs alone, including when Cater rests his hand on his shoulder, gets closer to him.
Riddle's fingers tangle a bit tighter against Cater's shirt, hand pressed up against his chest. His eyes were focused on Cater, to try and see his reaction, how he felt about this little move of his.
What he gets? That gentle touch, brushing the hair from his face. Can Cater feel the beating of his heart, now? The heat that radiates from his face?
His lips part slightly, as he tries to think of what to say, his eyes locked on Cater.
All he does is nod, offering the slightest smile in return. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 03:40 am (UTC)he's breathing, sure, but all he can look at are Riddle's lips, even as his own mouth feels so dry.]
...hey, Riddle.
[hey, what? this is a bad idea, isn't it? come on, Diamond, you get into a room together once and you can't control yourself?]
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Date: 2025-05-30 04:56 am (UTC)Does Cater have a question? Or, is he trying to get his attention?
His fingers curl against his back, too, as if grabbing onto him more would answer the question for the both of them. ]
...
Yeah...?
[ Hey, what? it can't be what Riddle's thinking, can it? ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 05:06 am (UTC)N-no, I was just, wondering.
[sink or swim, Cater Diamond. commit! just go one way or the other!
he takes a breath, and when he speaks again it's in this gentle, quiet, almost hesitant tone.]
Have you ever, like, kissed anyone, before?
[not exactly committing but close enough]
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Date: 2025-05-30 05:16 am (UTC)Anyways, he's... being asked a question.
One that makes his face flush further, his breath catch in the back of his throat. What is he supposed to even say to that??
The truth, right? ]
No, I have not. Never even once.
[ Riddle leans in ever so slightly, closer to Cater, his voice so quiet as he continues on, prodding him with his next question. ]
... and why were you wondering about that?
[ He's far from stupid. He's caught you, Cater, right where you've dug your own grave. Now all that's left is for Cater to either fall into it, or own up to his commitment. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 05:27 am (UTC)maybe he really is dreaming? wasn't Riddle supposed to reject him somewhere along the line? call him out for being inappropriate? that's what he'd think this is, but Riddle is—
closer.
there's no denying Riddle some kind of answer once he's asked something, is there?]
Well.
You were asking about sleepovers, right?
[Cater's pretty sure he's still breathing, but it doesn't feel like he can get a good breath. and yet he clings desperately to his little act, to keeping it together, because he can keep his cool even with his queen's hand on his back.
he can only manage to talk like they're sharing a secret. like someone in the next room could maybe hear them.]
Totally a regular sleep over activity, y'know.
Getting your first kiss.
[it might not be Cater's, but fuck it. it'd be the first time he'd kissed Riddle.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 05:50 am (UTC)He's sure there was some trope for that in a book he'd read recently. In the moment, he can't recall.
Besides, this is all... just a game, right? Something Cater's doing to poke fun, to play around with no repercussions? His flirting had never been that serious, never been true.
... right?
The topic of kissing has him unable to think straight. Was that really okay? Could they go that far, and still keep it a secret between the two of them? Was it even appropriate, between a Housewarden and a student?
What were the rules to this?
What about the rules to his heart? Did this break those, too?
Riddle is clearly having a difficulty computing.
He leans in further, his eyes falling half closed as he tilts his head up, until they're a mere few inches apart. One tilt of Cater's head and their lips would surely catch each other's. ]
Stop beating around it. Just kiss me already.
[ The demand is breathed out, quiet. Intimately so, sharing that secret between them. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 06:03 am (UTC)all at once, Cater's doubt is replaced by Riddle's demand. who is he not to follow the queen's command? isn't he a loyal card soldier? surely that'll be the reasoning, once Cater has time to think. for now, he just does as Riddle tells him to.
the distance between them is barely any at all, with Riddle reaching out to Cater like this. Riddle's lips are warm pressed against his own— were the two of them supposed to be cold? Cater can barely remember what cold feels like. he slips his hand to the back of Riddle's neck, eyes fluttering shut, doing his best not to be too greedy. to make it perfect. doesn't the housewarden deserve his best, after all? dream or not, sleep-delirious or not, it's still Riddle.
Riddle's hair is soft, and his kiss is sweet, and he is so compact and cute in Cater's arms. wonderful things to learn, it turns out.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 06:20 am (UTC)His hand grasps harder at the front of Cater's shirt, his eyes closing all the way as he does his best to kiss him back. It's new, something he would have to learn carefully. Each second is hesitant, but he gains a little more confidence with every second that passes, exploring one step further at a time.
It is perfect. Something out of a book, making his stomach do turns with the nerves he felt. Said nerves slowly ebb and wash away, as he moved his hand around Cater's waist, lifting it up to cup his face in his smaller palm.
He doesn't want it to end. Even when he needs to break it off for air, he doesn't want to.
Panting quietly when he does, Riddle doesn't yet open his eyes, as if doing so would mean they were caught enjoying this little moment.
It doesn't help that he wants more, does it? ]
... Cater...
[ He doesn't know what he's trying to say. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 06:29 am (UTC)Cater really isn't a fan of sweet. certainly, he's been overfilled. but there is nothing cloying about the experience of Riddle, right here, right now.
he hears his name out of Riddle's mouth and somehow he knows the right answer. maybe it's because his greed is putting him through the same motions. another breath and Cater chases Riddle again. first, second, what's the difference? maybe it's something you don't get the first time. maybe they need a remedial lesson.
so Cater kisses his housewarden again, ignoring the complications. it's a secret, after all.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 06:44 am (UTC)His body shifts, a knee pressing closer to Cater, while he tilts his head just right, deepening their kiss.
Was he supposed to think, right now? Maybe not. What would this mean for them? He's not sure.
There's an impossible sweet, a yearning that he wonders if Cater can feel, can witness in their kiss.
Maybe, just maybe, Riddle's just as greedy as Cater. The hand grasping his shirt tries to tug him closer, tries to demand more than just that kiss. He can't vocalize what he wants, even if his lips weren't occupied, but it's simple: he wants Cater. His touch, his kiss, anything that he can get.
And, damn, does he need to cool it before they take this too far. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 06:59 am (UTC)It's annoying to him that his other arm isn't much use like this, but he pulls it back under him a bit so that he can settle a bit more over Riddle, press his rose-red-haired underclassman back a little. answers Riddle's want with want of his own. he matches the movement of Riddle's knee, shifting forward until they're nearly flush. it's a small bed. they have to be closer.
he doesn't want to think. if he thinks, he'll have to admit there's nothing noble about his intent to give in to Riddle's desire. so he simply refuses, pressing another, and another kiss to Riddle's mouth, between breaths. just a little more of this should be okay. Cater knows, he's so, so sure, when to stop. there's no way he's in over his head.
first makeouts can be a sleepover activity, too, maybe.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 07:10 am (UTC)It's hard to deny that Cater must want this too, when he's adjusting them. Pressing him back, matching his movements, pulling their bodies so flush together. The heat is impossible to mask, now, with just how close their bodies are.
Each kiss is returned in kind, an almost sweet desperation oozing from Riddle as he all but demands more, chasing Cater's lips every time they'd part for a breath, every time they'd shift.
Maybe, it would be fine... if he...
Riddle's hands both move, arms wrapping loosely over Cater's shoulders. One hand presses to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. The other drops to between his shoulder blades, urging him closer, even if they really couldn't get much closer than they already are.
Should he part his lips? Turn slightly to fall into the bed further on his back, to give Cater more space to get settled atop him? Too many choices-- all of which he takes in stride, going with his impulses. That's how he needed to learn, on occasion, after all. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 07:32 am (UTC)his own sweater, soft plush, around Riddle. reminding him that Riddle is just as wrapped up right now in Cater as Cater is in him. the shifting of his leg becomes a bit more insistent, angling for just the right place, wanting to feel Riddle against this growing ache of his. Riddle might not be experienced but eagerness and openness counts for a lot, and it's earned him a Cater that is just as desperate to please as he is to gain.
gentle, curious, he deepens that kiss further. if he had any mind to defend himself he'd surely say he's still certain Riddle will stop him when he wants to— but really, he's not thinking much at all, coasting instead on the feeling.]
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Date: 2025-05-30 08:10 am (UTC)That doesn't stop him. His body responds in kind, legs shifting to spread slightly, enough to let their bodies press further. He isn't even thinking about the ache of arousal he'd want to hide, not when they're tangled so thoroughly together.
No, all he's thinking about is the feeling that's rushing through him, the freedom he feels being this close, this intense with someone else. He doesn't know what he wants, doesn't know when he should stop, but that kiss is easily deepened, another soft noise made against Cater's lips.
He needs to... stop. To pull back and be smart about this, avoid getting way too into it... but it's too late, isn't it? He's lost in the moment, fingers grasping against Cater's hair, against the back of his shirt, demanding and bossy. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 08:21 am (UTC)Cater takes in a sharp breath, brought to his senses by those very sounds. Riddle, becoming a mess beneath him, taking it when Cater rocks his hips between Riddle's legs. it really is as wonderful as a dream, but it's become all too apparent at once that all these sensations are actually indeed real.
He's awake, and he's going way too far.
Eyes opening wide he pulls away, taking his hand off Riddle's chest and bracing it on the bed so he can push himself enough to hover over the smaller boy. He stares down at Riddle and his sweet, red-framed face, panting, trying to get a hold of himself.
How?
How did he get here?]
Ah... I...
[shit. fuck. those aren't words. he begs himself say something. anything. but for a moment longer, all he can do is try to catch his breath and stare down at the person consuming his thoughts.]]
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Date: 2025-05-30 08:35 am (UTC)It's dangerous. Addictive.
And all of a sudden, it ends. Cater's breaking their kiss, cutting them off, and even moving his hand back to press it dowm against the bed. Riddle's own hands release Cater, his arms falling back to the bed, coming back to his chest to help wrap him up all over again.
This moment is what begins to bring him back to reality too. His face burns, growing hotter by the second the longer he stares up at Cater.
This position. The way Cater looks dowm on him from above. The ache of his need, and... the feelings that come along with this. All of that stops Riddle in his tracks, as he opens his mouth to try and say something; anything. ]
... We should... really try to wind down to sleep.
[ As much as his voice quivers, shakes with the lost intensity of the moment, he's still clear in what he's saying: they need to cool it. Take it down a notch, before either of them regrets it. ]
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Date: 2025-05-30 09:03 am (UTC)[that's exactly what they should do. not to overstep, but to keep going. Cater nods, pushing his brain to keep moving, to not get stuck on the sight of Riddle beneath him.]
Right. Yeah. Sorry.
[he rolls back onto his side, to Riddle's side, and breathes in, out— jeez. What was he thinking, letting it carry on like that? would Riddle have stopped him if...]
Just— got a little carried away there.
[ya think, genius??]
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Date: 2025-05-30 02:13 pm (UTC)Riddle already misses the feeling. ]
It's-- It's alright. So did I.
[ So much for not thinking 'scandalous' things. How far would they have gone, had Cater not stopped them?
This was embarrassing, just how easily he'd gotten worked up, gotten to the point of damn near making a fool of himself, becoming an utter mess under Cater and almost thinking to ask him to keep going when he'd begun to pull back.
He's supposed to be collected, responsible, careful.
Turning back onto his side, he finds he can't exactly meet Cater's eyes, playing with the sleeves of his sweater.
The sudden lack of contact ached, but he needs to be careful. Keep himself from making any moves that might be against their better judgement. He decides it's... probably fine to take one of Cater's hands. Or, try to. He shuffles slightly closer, his hand inching close to Cater's, his pinky and ring finger resting carefully against Cater's, trying to hint at it, to ask for that bit of contact.
All while he moves to bury his face against Cater's chest, still trying to catch his breath, to focus on anything but all that. ]
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