[Idia can't fathom how he'll react, so it's a good thing that they give him very little time to imagine it. There it is: Leona sealing his mouth over Cater's, curling a protective arm around him, playful and eager. They fit together easily, in a way that he's achingly, personally, familiar with. It's surreal being able to see it from the outside and yet know precisely what it feels like to be within.
He expects to find the real thing brilliant to the point of painful, something he'll have to tear his eyes away from. Sunstruck. In spite of himself (and he knows it's stupid) Idia's gotten attached to them both. Attached to sex, the regular warmth of sharing a bed with someone(s) way out of his league, and that pesky feeling he doesn't want to name but will miss nonetheless. Still, the end has always been in sight. The sacrifice is inevitable but it's not one he's eager to make. So Idia anticipated this feeling every bit like the front row seat to his relationship's finale that it surely will be. Cater and Leona are just deluding themselves.
But... it doesn't feel that way.
Even separate, like this, he somehow feels nestled within this scene. Leona and Cater are hot, they're so hot, it's not fair how sexy they are thinking about him, specifically about how he's thinking of them. It's a fantasy within a fantasy, all playing out in real time. That sparks something in Idia's chest, something new and exhilarating and terrible.
It's-- Idia doesn't know.
First he has to remember to breathe. He's white-knuckling the chair and completely unaware of this.]
[It was different, having this whole new element involved. Putting on a performance was easy for Cater--but it usually came with a sort of side-effect of his own loss of sincerity. Like snapping on a mask, fulfilling an expected duty. This time, somewhat unexpectedly, Idia's unwavering gaze upon the two of them only made his heart beat faster.
He wanted this kiss, wanted Leona. Wanted to kiss Idia. Wanted to kiss Idia with Leona. Wanted Idia to kiss them. Wanted those wide, golden eyes to be full of so many emotions that weren't miserable. And Leona's energy feeds into it all--like this is more than just a demonstration but an opening act.
Cater's kiss is perhaps a little hungrier than he intends for it to be, one hand clawing around him as he swoons into that strong hold. But he can't get too lost in it, not when he's so aware of the setting they're in. There's something almost painful in the way he breaks the kiss to look at Idia again, still hovering close to that beautiful mouth as he bites his own lip in a smile.
What he sees, though Cater can't quite identify the emotions, tells him enough: that this isn't exactly torture for their audience.]
If you just keep sitting there, I'm not above crawling over the desk.
[Leona hovers close, too— even leans in, resting his temple against Cater's as he looks back at Idia with his own sly smirk. one hand braces against the desk, and Leona shifts back enough to sit himself upon it, pulling Cater in between his legs. half turned toward Idia, his other arm still draped around Cater's waist, he purrs;]
I told ya.
You're gonna make the poor guy combust.
[and yet, Leona licks his lips. he's entertained, among other things. there is something so addicting about the feeling of lighting Idia up like this, with Cater here in his arms. maybe it's not so delusional, so unattainable, to want it all.]
[They're both looking at him, pupils blown wide and something sharing a wall with hunger in the angle of their smiles. Idia flinches. Man, fourth wall breaks are always so jarring... <-- guy who hasn't accepted that he's a part of this, too.]
I-I'm right where I should be! Right? This is a demo!!
[Is the cutscene over?? Did he set the controller down too early???]
Aren't the point of demos to play to see if you wanna commit to buying the full release?
[Seven, Idia is so cute when he's all flustered--it's only slightly less appealing than that rewarding feeling one gets to see him finally relax into a situation. It's difficult for Cater to balance his own eagerness with the patience he knows they need to let him adjust.]
Unless you want Leona and I to get really lewd.
[Cater bites his lip lightly even as he keeps smiling, the look on his eyes a mixture of excitement and greed. It's hard to pull away from Leona at all when they're like this, but he does shift just enough that he can put one knee threateningly up on the desk. Like a runner getting into position on the track.]
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He expects to find the real thing brilliant to the point of painful, something he'll have to tear his eyes away from. Sunstruck. In spite of himself (and he knows it's stupid) Idia's gotten attached to them both. Attached to sex, the regular warmth of sharing a bed with someone(s) way out of his league, and that pesky feeling he doesn't want to name but will miss nonetheless. Still, the end has always been in sight. The sacrifice is inevitable but it's not one he's eager to make. So Idia anticipated this feeling every bit like the front row seat to his relationship's finale that it surely will be. Cater and Leona are just deluding themselves.
But... it doesn't feel that way.
Even separate, like this, he somehow feels nestled within this scene. Leona and Cater are
hot, they're so hot, it's not fair how sexy they arethinking about him, specifically about how he's thinking of them. It's a fantasy within a fantasy, all playing out in real time. That sparks something in Idia's chest, something new and exhilarating and terrible.It's-- Idia doesn't know.
First he has to remember to breathe. He's white-knuckling the chair and completely unaware of this.]
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He wanted this kiss, wanted Leona. Wanted to kiss Idia. Wanted to kiss Idia with Leona. Wanted Idia to kiss them. Wanted those wide, golden eyes to be full of so many emotions that weren't miserable. And Leona's energy feeds into it all--like this is more than just a demonstration but an opening act.
Cater's kiss is perhaps a little hungrier than he intends for it to be, one hand clawing around him as he swoons into that strong hold. But he can't get too lost in it, not when he's so aware of the setting they're in. There's something almost painful in the way he breaks the kiss to look at Idia again, still hovering close to that beautiful mouth as he bites his own lip in a smile.
What he sees, though Cater can't quite identify the emotions, tells him enough: that this isn't exactly torture for their audience.]
If you just keep sitting there, I'm not above crawling over the desk.
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I told ya.
You're gonna make the poor guy combust.
[and yet, Leona licks his lips. he's entertained, among other things. there is something so addicting about the feeling of lighting Idia up like this, with Cater here in his arms. maybe it's not so delusional, so unattainable, to want it all.]
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I-I'm right where I should be! Right? This is a demo!!
[Is the cutscene over?? Did he set the controller down too early???]
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[Seven, Idia is so cute when he's all flustered--it's only slightly less appealing than that rewarding feeling one gets to see him finally relax into a situation. It's difficult for Cater to balance his own eagerness with the patience he knows they need to let him adjust.]
Unless you want Leona and I to get really lewd.
[Cater bites his lip lightly even as he keeps smiling, the look on his eyes a mixture of excitement and greed. It's hard to pull away from Leona at all when they're like this, but he does shift just enough that he can put one knee threateningly up on the desk. Like a runner getting into position on the track.]