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Cater isn’t sure how it started, or rather who started it. He’d stumbled into Idia’s dorm room not even an hour ago, mumbling about the unbirthday party he’d fled. Idia had been confused but allowed him in regardless. He stood to the side somewhat uselessly, watching Cater collapse onto his blue sheets. And then one thing led to another and...here they are now.
Cater had always thought his first kiss would be different. Maybe it’d be with a pretty girl he’d known for less than a week...or maybe a boy. He’s not picky.
At least one of those applies to Idia.
Cater had never paid much attention to Idia’s mouth before (lie), at least not to an extent that he’d notice the details he’s noticing now. He knew they were blue, but he didn’t know if that was because of makeup (Cater doesn’t think Idia is the kind of person who bothers wearing lipstick everyday, especially blue lipstick), hypothermia (he hopes Idia is never that cold), or if it was just the default. It’s both surprising and not surprising to find out that the third option ends up being reality when he pulls away for a moment. He runs a finger over his own lips testingly, pulling it away and blinking down at the definitely-not-blue pad of his fingertip.
Not only are Idia’s lips actually blue, as Cater has now discovered, they’re also unexpectedly soft. He never would’ve considered that someone like Idia would have soft lips , but once again, reality seems to be defying his expectations. They’re definitely a little chapped too, which Cater can’t help but find kinda endearing. “You ever thought of wearing lip balm?” he asks Idia when the other boy pulls away.
Idia huffs indignantly, but the slight pink in his cheeks ruins the effect. He turns his head away, scowling at the wall. “Whatever.”
Cater laughs lightly at his response, rising up on his knees as he reaches for Idia’s face. He pulls it back down for another kiss.
He makes another discovery when this kiss lasts longer. For some reason, Idia opens his mouth slightly this time. Cater explores hesitantly. He knows what’s inside, and he’s right to be careful. Idia’s teeth are sharp, sharper than even Cater’s own canines. He wonders if Idia’s ever bitten his own tongue by accident with them. His brain supplies him with the thought of Idia doing something similar to Cater’s own mouth. The thought makes a strange sort of excitement pool in his stomach, one that has him pulling away yet again.
Idia is evidently displeased. He releases an annoyed noise, something that sounds vaguely like the ones he makes when Cater sneaks up on him in class. He cranes his neck down, grabbing Cater’s face this time to pull him back. Cater goes willingly, slipping his arms around Idia’s back. His hair reacts to his touch, shifting and curling around his arms, while the rest of it falls over Idia’s shoulders like a curtain. Out of the corner of his eye, Cater sees it do something else he’s never seen it do before.
Flashes of soft pink strobe through it, moving almost like blood before it dissipates back into its regular blue. Some of it gathers at the ends though, pooling as if it’s stuck there. He chooses not to comment on it, fearing that might actually freak Idia out enough to make him flee...whatever this is. Cater once again chooses not to dwell on it when Idia pulls away again, gasping.
“You okay?” Cater asks, somewhat amused by how winded Idia seems from the whole experience.
He sits up, nodding. “Just needed to, um, let my stamina wheel recharge…” His face grows pinker as he glances away.
Cater barely has any idea what that means but he nods anyway. “You wanna keep going?”
Idia is silent for a few seconds as he considers his answer. He looks off to the side again, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. Cater can’t help but stare at it while he waits. He wonders what it would feel like if he did that to them instead. He’s almost ready to ask if Idia will let him do just that before Idia opens his mouth to answer, before promptly snapping it shut. He looks at Cater with wide eyes.
“What?” Cater asks, looking up at them.
“N-nothing,” Idia says quickly. He leans forward, placing a much more timid kiss on Cater’s mouth. He draws back slightly after, looking up at Cater like he’s waiting for approval.
Cater laughs softly. He lifts his arms, wrapping them back around Idia’s neck as he pulls him down on top of him. His back hits the mattress at the same time Idia makes a (oddly cute) noise of surprise, his hair flashing pink again when their mouths make contact.
It’s admittedly an awkward thing, Cater decides. Despite everything, Idia obviously has barely any idea what to do. But then again, neither does Cater.
He’ll worry about it another time.