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secret gamer friends who like to have makeout sessions

continuation of this thread as a psl

tl;dr idia + lilia work on a potion together for class -> oops horny time -> oh shit. ur. that online friend -> profit????

yeah

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[Cue Idia staring down at Lilia stroking his cock, slack-jawed. That's a more common expression to see, so overwhelmed with what's in front of him. Even though it's almost entirely practical, just slicking him up, Idia's hips jerk weakly against the smaller man's fingers. It doesn't get easier when Lilia lines him up, his head pressing against the other's entrance. Idia's grip tightens on Lilia's thighs again, breathing heavily.]

Lilia, I can't, you're so... [Small? Sexy? Foolish to think he can do this? A little bit of each.

Idia presses his lips together. Looking between Lilia and what he can see of his cock. Rapidly back and forth. Maybe it's the hesitation, maybe it's the inexperience but he just slips against Lilia's hole, rubbing against it uselessly. It's more than a little pathetic how a soft whine crawls up his throat. Making another effort is out of pure desperation, because there's no way he can't do this. He's so hard it aches and, if nothing else, there's some relief just to rut up against the other like this. But, then--

Oh-- oh fuck. Idia screws his eyes shut at his head slowly, slowly sinks into Lilia. The shock of how good this feels is making him stupid. Yeah, sorry, he's pretty much frozen right now.]

You can. [ A little encouragement will need to go a long way, won't it? Whatever Idia needs to get them going, to push himself inside.

The way that Idia's cock slides against him, rubbing between his ass cheeks, make Lilia gasp and whine himself. It's hard not to take over, to force himself down onto Idia when he was aching so much. He needs to be patient, to let Idia try himself. Hiding part way behind a hand, he's unable to hold back a gasp as he feels Idia's head finally press inside of him. Finally stretch his entrance to allow him to press inside.

With a soft needy whine, Lilia looks down at Idia, watching as his eyes shut so tight. He can't wait for Idia to be ready-- he wants more, and he's going to get it. Idia could deal with processing how this feels once Lilia's bottomed out.

Pushing himself further and further down, he forces his body down all the way, forcing Idia to press completely inside of him at last. Lilia lets out an uncharacteristically soft and needy whimper, his ass pressing flush against Idia as he squirms to get used to the size inside of him. ]

I... told you ... it'd fit.

[ His words are gasped out, soft, his breathing so heavy his body seems to move with every breath he takes in and huffs out. Can Idia feel the way his walls press against every inch of his length? The way Lilia seems to be out of his own mind from the pleasure of it for a second, his face flushed and eyes cloudy with desire. ]

[It only gets more intense as he's eased deeper and deeper inside. He's totally at the mercy of Lilia's pace, at just how he wants to be stretched open Idia's cock. And it's so, so good that his mind is having trouble keeping up with it. Slowly his eyes slip open, heavily lidded and clouded with a heady want. When he does, Idia sees the bulge in the smaller man's stomach left by his cock, evidence of how completely he fills him up. It has him moaning, throaty and low.]

R-right... You're always right...

[Idia whimpers, dragging his hands up from Lilia's thighs to brush gently over the jut of his hips. The skin there is soft and thin, eminently bitable. He's so pretty-- knows it, too. It's a confidence he wears well, suits him. That makes it even better to see the Vice Housewarden come part like this, so cock-drunk. All for him, just for him.

Oh, it's just too much.]

You're so... Lilia, can I?

[Conversely, begging is best worn by that Shroud boy. He'll do it as much as it takes, whatever Lilia wants.]

[ Lilia's hand splays out against his own stomach, fingers tracing the little bulge that forms in his stomach from the way Idia's cock stretches him out. It's an almost loving gesture, admiring the space that proved they were coming together in this way. His hand slowly traces the shape of idea, feeling him from the outside, before slowly moving to rest back down against Idia's form.

That hand traces his stomach, his ribs that jut out of his damn thin form, his chest, before finally coming up to trace and caress his jawline, his eyes finally focusing back down on him. ]

What a good boy, asking for what you want...

[ He can't help but murmur, tracing his index finger down from the bend of his jaw all the way down to under his chin, to force his head to tilt back a bit further. To expose his pale neck, those healing little bite wounds. Oh, how he wants to lean in, to press his hips down harder as he does, to leave another little bite mark there. Ah, but he has plenty of time to do that.

Instead...

Both of his hands come to rest briefly against Idia's. Encouraging. He nods, ]

Mmhm. You can, because you asked so sweetly.

[Hearing the words "good boy" out of Lilia's mouth is dangerous. It almost has all of this coming to a premature end, if the twitch of his cock and the breathy moan along with it is any indicator. Idia shivers at that delicate touch, following the line of Lilia's arm to look up at him with pleading eyes. Please call him good, please tell him that this is right. That he's wanted just as he wants Lilia. The sway he has over Idia can't be overstated.

So to have him give, allow him this little indulgence...

Any hesitance that's typical of Idia is overpowered by how badly he needs Lilia. His grip tightens beneath the other's small hands and he slams into him urgently. It's so good, so tight... Whether it's his confidence or his desire that grows is unclear, but soon enough Idia's fucking him in earnest, an eager and steady roll of his hips. This feeling growing inside him is almost too big with nowhere to go. All he can do is share it, hope that that their bodies are connected enough that Lilia can feel it, too.]

Is... is that?

[Good? Is he good?]

[ Lilia was showing plenty of patience right now. Patience he didn’t tend to have all the time. Had he been unable to hold himself back, he’d already be moving, riding Idia at his own pace until his legs ache so hard he’s unable to go on. With how hard he worked to hold himself back, he’s rewarded tenfold, by that growing desire in Idia, or whatever it is that leads him to properly thrust up into him, to pull him up and slam Lilia back down in time with his movements. To use the fae as his personal toy, to wring him dry.

It’s all Lilia can do to let his hands slide back down to rest against Idia’s shoulders, crying out with a loud moan of his own as Idia begins to thrust with such a passion. His head falls forward, hair framing his face and showing off that cock-fueled daze clear as day in his face.

With their almost impossible differences in size, Lilia finds it’s near impossible for him to not hit most of his sensitive spots. He’s enjoying receiving, enjoying Idia being the one to make a mess of him. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t make a mess of Idia in return, but for now— ]

You feel amazing inside of me—… you— you’re hitting right where I need you. Are you enjoying using me as much as I’m enjoying having you use me? I can be your little toy sometimes too, if you’d like.

[ If Idia wanted to respond, he won’t be given the chance. Lilia’s leaning down and in, capturing the younger’s lips in a deep kiss, with a mind that’s so clearly clouded with lust by now. He doesn’t care — he’s going to take what he wants, and this. This is what he wants right this second. ]

[They're both so gone for each other, driven entirely by need, chasing after it with the frantic roll of his hips. The way Lilia clenches around him makes him feel like he's going to die, overwhelmed by the enormity of how good this is, how good Idia can be for him. He's never had much stamina but he's drawing deep from an untapped well. It's amazing what the body can do when it wants something bad enough, has the proper motivation.

Idia couldn't find the words to respond even if he tried. He kisses Lilia like he's starved, eager and open-mouthed. There's a steady hum at the back of his throat, needy and loud. Please, please, he needs to be as close to Lilia as possible. He draws his hands up the other man's torso to clutch tight at his hips, so small beneath his palms. There's no hesitation in the way he drags Lilia back against him, fucking him in earnest. If he wants to be used, who is Idia to deny him? He does so well with instruction, after all.]

[ There’s a vulnerability to it, to taking up a role that they normally don’t, or that they didn’t seem like they’d fall into together. Then again, Idia’s not the one in control, no matter what sort of position the two of them took. No matter how hard his hands clutch to Lilia’s hips, how firmly his own hips roll up against Lilia’s. Lilia knows he’s in control, knows that in an instant he could turn the tables on them without trying too hard.

Still, he’s easily distracted, easily taken by the hum he could hear from Idia. His hips grind down into Idia’s hard as he takes his cock as deep as he can, his tongue moving to practically dive into Idia’s mouth without hesitation, despite the danger of those teeth within. His tongue tangles with Idia’s, fingers curl against his shoulders hard.

The kiss, no matter how desperate, is broken to allow Lilia to murmur some soft words into Idia’s ear, ]

I’m close— Fuck, I’m close. I’m going to make a mess all over you and then…… then I’m going to fill you up until you can barely think. [ He murmurs, dragging his tongue along Idia’s jawline, letting out a breathy, unfocused laugh. ]

[Oh, Idia is already there-- unable to string his thoughts together, all of them coalescing into something too big for his mind to hold.]

S-same, I'm... Lilia, I'm going to--

[It's too much, too tight, too fast. Idia draws Lilia as close to him as he can, wrapping his arms fully around the other's waist to fuck into him hard, until he's tumbling over the edge, his orgasm taking hold and not letting go. All at once he's coming, buried to the hilt and painting Lilia's insides white in a steady pulse. He's perfect, held in his arms like this,

Idia noses against Lilia's neck and kisses along the edge of his jaw. Some hysterical feeling rises in his chest that makes him want to say something romantic that he quashes down with a tender press of his lips instead.]

[ It’s an unexpected fervor from Idia, the way his arms slot around his waist, hold onto him so tight. To pound into him from below in such a way that has him shuddering and whining, using any extra energy he has to keep from devolving into a mess himself.

Are these the first little kisses he’s gotten from Idia, pressed against his skin in a way that he didn’t directly ask for? They’re so sweet, contrasting with how harsh the other boy had been thrusting up into him. Alongside the feeling of that hot rush inside of him, Lilia almost feels like he’s melting from everything. His body tenses as he feels Idia bury himself inside him, the rush of that steady release inside of him sending him over the edge.

He wasn’t lying- Idia’s stomach and part of his chest ends up covered in Lilia’s own come in several places. The fae’s panting, gasping as he tries to settle down from the after effects. His body twitches slightly, hips pressing hard down into Idia’s, almost as if to keep his release inside for as long as possible. Tilting his head slightly to provide more room, he still leans in to the kisses, demanding more silently. ]

So good… You did so well. Keep— Keep holding me for a little while longer. I don’t want to lose this feeling yet. You’re so deep, claimed me so thoroughly. I want to hold onto this feeling. To memorize it. Tell me how you feel. What it felt like, how you feel now?

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