splitmemory | secret gamer friends who like to have makeout sessions

[Somehow this feels like a lot of the onus is on Idia and his comfort, which is oddly vulnerable that way. Like he's some fragile thing. Lilia has always been so considerate of him so it's nothing new, just in the sense that they inhabit the same physical space now. To be cared for is just an extension of the other man's tactical abilities, in a way. Knowing just where and how to play so as not to scare him off.]

That makes sense.. you're so practical. [The impulse to tussle Lilia's hair rises in his brain but Idia quashes it down. Still, this is really nice, actually. Just running his hands leisurely through the other man's hair like this... He could probably do it for hours, just feeling the strands run between his fingers.] Is this... what you want to do?

[It'd vex him if Lilia just settled into doing what he wanted, even if that is..... obviously preferable.]

[ Idia seemed to be relaxing into the situation some. To allow his nerves to begin washing away, as scary and strange as all of this might be to him. As for that question... it's such a complicated one to answer, because. On one hand. Yes, Lilia wanted that. On the other, even that that scary.

A new level of closeness. Something past their online friendship, past the lines they'd drawn without a word. A closeness meant another person to disappoint, another person to hurt in the end.

Call him selfish; because that's what he is.
Lilia nods. ]

It has the lowest stakes. While I usually like taking risks, taking the wild side in stride, I think it's better for us. [ Strategically speaking. ] Nothing really changes in this way.

[ Shifting slightly in place, Lilia tilts his head up enough to get a tiny glance in. ]

You're not sore or anything from yesterday, are you?

[ ... and suddenly he brings that up, without an ounce of shame. ]

[God that's just what Crimson Muscle would say-- so measured and analytical! To hear it from Lilia's mouth has a swell of affection rising in his chest that Idia has no idea what to do with. He presses the back of his head into the mattress, willing away the dopey smirk worming onto his face.]

Well, I trust your judgement when it comes to things like this... [Couldn't be over-stated, he puts his trust very implicitly into the palm of Lilia's hands!

So that's why he's built up a false sense of security with their present situation-- one that's instantly shattered. Lilia can feel the nervous jerk of Idia's body beneath his head, the way his hand twitches against his hair.]

... A little.

[His legs are aching, actually-- they're not used to being moved like that!! Interestingly, they hurt more than his ass does from being stretched open on Lilia's-- Well. Idia's a virgin but not unaccustomed to fingering himself in the dark of his room thinking about the man laying on top of him. In his bed, right now.]

It's not a big deal, though.

[ That little jerk of his body would make Lilia laugh, if he wasn't so calm from the careful way Idia had been playing with his hair. Instead, it just makes his smile widen a bit, his hand sliding up to trace his jaw for a second, fingers lingering on his skin.

Then, he pulls back.

Not completely, no, he's still going to be so close to Idia. In a different way, now, as he sits himself up, moving to straddle the other boy's hips. There, now he had a perfect view of Idia from above, and the younger wouldn't be able to squirm away as easily. If he did try, Lilia would allow it, but... he has a feeling Idia won't. Not at first.

Both of his hands soon press down against the mattress as Lilia looks down at him from this position. ]

You did well for your first time. I was impressed. That doesn't happen often, you know? Impressing me. You took me so well, so eagerly.

[ Sorry, Idia, he's able to talk about this so very casually.... ]

[He should have expected this, too, but color him shocked. Idia's hands hover uncertainly over Lilia's hips where they straddle his. Is it really possible that the other man is that much smaller than him, when he feels rather larger-than-life? All he can look at is the juncture of their bodies, where the first signs of his arousal press against the other's. Idia's eyes are laser-focused on it until Lilia brings his hands to either side of his head, leering over him. Looking at him like that. Praising him.

Oh he's a problem.

The Housewarden below him looks anywhere but Lilia's hungry gaze.]

Wh-what's this all of a sudden? I'm sure that's not true, I'm nothing impressive. Besides I... came pretty much instantly.

[Just say thank you like a normal person....]

[ A problem? Oh, he's much worse than just a problem. Idia would surely learn that soon enough, right? Lilia doesn't spare the time to look down and assess the first signs of Idia's arousal. He didn't need to, when he could feel it press up against him. ]

We should talk about it, don't you think? I want to hear your thoughts, what you liked, what you want to do again sometime, what was maybe too much for you...

[ A small, light pause, before he chastises the boy, ] Don't sell yourself short, Idia. You were up against a level 100 player while you were down at level 1. All you need is a little more XP and you'll surely reach a level that's more capable of holding your own against me.

[Drink in the sight of Idia's withering gaze, a very delicate embarrassment. He's well aware of the control that Lilia has over him, how he's going to be at his mercy for as long as they're in each other's orbit. His chest heaves a few times, trying to dissipate those nerves. The hands hovering over Lilia's thighs haven't gotten the memo yet, though, and are still hanging in the balance.]

I... I mean... It's all "too much", but...

[Hearing that kind of talk from Lilia's mouth is so bizarre (he'll get used to it.. probably) but it reassures him. Literally speaking his language. It unwinds that tension coiling between his shoulders.]

I guess... I liked... [He flushes, trying to gain his bearings. Without realizing it, his hands lower, perching tentatively on Lilia's stocking-clad legs.] I liked the way you... took over. You're good at that. [Anxious, he runs his thumb absently against Lilia's socks.] The way you talked to me, told me what to do... I keep thinking about it.

[It can't get more generic than that but he's got the spirit.

Let's not even get him started on how kissing Lilia while he was buried deep inside of him was the best part of that whole fucking night.]

[ In a way, this is exactly what made the two of them the perfect pair. Lilia's control, the way he easily has control over Idia, and the way that Idia sinks into it. Not only accepts it but embraces it. Oh, but when would Idia learn that sometimes what is 'too much' is 'just right'? That would take time, wouldn't it...

Keeping himself perched there, Lilia listens, nodding slowly to show he's hearing Idia. ]

You're good at following orders. At hearing me and letting your body react, no matter how scary it might seem.

[ There he goes, offering more compliments to Idia. He does, however, seem far more distracted than before he asked, the touch against his legs causing him to move, to lean his legs into said touch. His hips adjust atop Idia, a subtle grinding motion pressed down onto him. ]

I'll keep telling you what to do, that's simple. Teaching you how to move, how to feel as good as you can with me. How to be used and the ways you can submit even further to me.

[ Each word comes out as a murmur now, as Lilia leans further down. Their lips are so close. It'd take one tilt of his head to capture Idia's lips in his own. ]

I want to take you in ever way that I can. To let you explore everything with me. I want to be the one to have all of your firsts.

[When Lilia's hips begin to roll against him, Idia's breath shudders weakly. His hands are at the smaller man's thighs, yes, but that doesn't mean he has control over him. In fact, it's proof of how little he dictates the scene before him, this surrender over to Lilia's whims. There is every possible opportunity and means to stop this. But he can't-- but he won't.

His eyes slip further and further shut the more Lilia speaks, the closer he gets to him, tells Idia just what he's going to do. Until his words are ghosting at his lips. It's a threat and a promise all in one, and he wants it all. To be good, to do as he's told.

Slowly, eagerly, Idia grinds back against Lilia's arousal, already hard for this.]

Please-- show me.

[Maybe it's nerves, maybe it's restraint, wanting to be told but Idia's lips hover just short of the other man's, nearly brushing against them just by speaking.]

[ The shared movement of their hips tells Lilia all he needs to know. Idia’s easily worked up, ready for Lilia to do whatever he likes with him. It’s not taking the fae all that much effort to get worked up as well, his hips grinding down to keep pressing them together, Lilia’s own hard dick aching for some sort of touch, some sort of relief that he’s only getting part of from these movements of his. ]

Touch me. Use your hands to touch my thighs, my legs. Then… slide your hand up, wherever you want to explore. I want to feel your hands on my skin.

[ It’s with that demand that he finally closes the small gap between them, pressing their lips together. To kiss him, to show him affection in a way they’d only done three times before now. It’s soft, careful, demanding a sweetness to settle between them for the moment. He’s going to show Idia all he can do, including the softer side. Plenty demanding and forceful, yes, but much more suited to a beginner than the side Idia had gotten yesterday.

… For now. Lilia wasn’t going to take it easy on him even with this adjustment. ]

[And that's all he needs to hear, to have Lilia guide him forward, knowing just what the both of them need and charting the best course to it. Idia draws his hands firmly, eagerly, up Lilia's thighs, fingertips sinking below the hem of his shorts. It feels so intimate, this. He lingers there for a moment, savoring the soft stretch of skin, running his thumbs across it slowly.

Idia lets out a satisfied hum against his mouth, feeling every bit of that sweetness. He follows the languid press of the Vice Housewarden's lips, chasing that heady desire. It's like his brain is buzzing with it, urging him on, wanting Lilia to praise him more. Those large hands of his slip further up the other man's hips, coming around to cup that cute little ass of his. See? He does just as he's told, he learns quick. Keep him, let him stay.]

[ What Idia lacks in confidence was there in eagerness. The way his hands move up his thighs has Lilia making the softest little noise into the kiss, a noise of approval and partially of desire. Lilia's lips part only a bit, only enough to allow the sharper of his teeth to catch on Idia's lips. He manages to avoid cutting him for now, but there's no way for him to avoid it completely, if they keep this up.

The feel of those hands slipping up to his hips, then around, cupping his ass. Look at Idia go. Lilia doubts that he would've been able to do any of this yesterday. Already, he's gaining more and more XP isn't he? It's unfortunate when Lilia breaks the kiss. He even whines, regardless of the fact that he's the one pulling back. ]

I want more today. [ Lilia murmurs, his hands shifting down to the hem of Idia's hoodie, clearly planning on working on undressing him. ] Today we shouldn't be interrupted, right? We planned to play that event tonight, before what we found out yesterday... so no one will be looking for me. I'd already told them I had plans with 'my online friend' today. Is it the same for you?

[ Whatever his answer is going to be, Lilia's pulling on his hoodie and whatever he might be wearing under, if anything, tugging them up. ]

[That threat of teeth draws Idia forward, following along with it as Lilia pulls back, like he's leashed to that feeling. When he lets himself want, he wants. So maybe they both look a little desperate, a low and mutual whine between them.]

Yeah, same... [The words ghost against Lilia's lips, which are so so close... Then, as if pained to say so:] We'll still play the event, though, right?

[It's not like it's today only, but if you want a shot at completing the set, you have to start early. Of course he's still thinking about this when he's about to get his dick wet.

He barely registers the hand at his hoodie, not moving to help.]

[ He doesn’t want any of the affections between them to end. He wants to keep pressing his lips to Idia’s, to keep grinding his hips down against him and losing all thoughts of reason within their shared movements. The little plea… ]

Mmhm, absolutely. It’s Friday night, we don’t have classes until Monday, so… naturally, we can spend as long as we want tonight playing the event. We have to collect that gear, with those rumors that this event won’t be rerun at all.

[ They were kind of idiots, talking about their game while Lilia’s grinding his hips down against him, huh? Without much of a second thought, he pulls the hoodie up and over his head. ]

Unless I tire you out too much, in which case I will dedicate all of tomorrow to making up for the lost time. I’ve no plans tomorrow. You?

Good, I'd--

[Idia makes a soft noise of alarm as his hoodie is pulled up, his shirt barely being dragged along with it. It's a short struggle, a tangle of arms, before he pops his head out of it, flushed with the effort. That giant mane of his fans across the bed as he levels a look at Lilia.]

Nope, nothing. [The plan for the weekend was to grind it out (heh) with Muscle and snag matching gear, get as far as he could in collecting every item. He's got a whale status to maintain, after all. Spending his free days with him was his only goal and here he is doing just that. So it comes out more emotional than intended when he states this plainly:] Just you.

Just me, huh?

[ Wow. That’s… honestly? Really cute, somehow. Lilia can’t help the silly little smile on his face as he gives Idia a quick peck on the lips. ] We should figure out a way to play in the same room at some point. My current setup is pretty stationary… Not yet, we’ll work up to it.

[ Because gaming in the same room is far more intimate than anything else they’d done yet. Somehow. Yeah, not the time Lilia spent knuckles deep inside Idia or the time he spent buried deep in him before making a mess of his insides— gaming in the same space. That’s intimate.

They are… such fools. ]

Then you have nothing to worry about. [ Idia deserves another little quick kiss against his lips. Lilia can’t get enough. He presses one there, then shifts his hips again, lightly. ]

I’m going to give you a little job, okay? I want you to get me ready the same way you’d fuck youself with your fingers when thinking about me all alone. Think you’re up to the task?

[He stares up at Lilia, wide-eyed and at a loss for words. Is he serious? It's not that playing games in the same room is more vulnerable than getting fucked in the ass, it's the idea of that in tandem with whatever this is. That's pretty much on the level of living together-- not that Idia cares about milestones of life or whatever. Games are perhaps his version of that milestone, though. Plus it's actually pretty cute to think about Lilia curled up in his bed playing a mobile game or something....

Later!!

Idia feels so needy with all these short kisses, like they're building up a delicate charge at the back of his neck. When Lilia pulls away again, he's propped up on his elbows trying to chase after it. So he looks caught off-guard by that request, mouth dangling open uselessly with the tips of those teeth visible. But what else is knew?

Idia swallows, eyes drawing down the lines of Lilia's body to where their hips meet. Tries not to feel embarrassed at the way his cock twitches against the other man's. He sounds kind of winded when he says--] I-I mean... I can try...

[Does he look too anxious? That's the trap of these things, you can't solo it forever. Eventually you have to grit your teeth and deal with the discomfort of early levelling... That's probably what extroverts tell themselves, right? To help guys like him sleep at night? Idia fiddles at the belt loops on Lilia's shorts (god they're so short... so cute), eyeing him up, appraising.]

Can you... uh... [gently tugs on them] Lend an assist?

[ It really was intimate. The idea of being together, spending that time in quiet calm, playing games either together or in the same room. In a way, without putting words to what they’re doing here, they’re kind of playing a game together, aren’t they? Getting Idia the levels he needs in sexual encounters to make sure he can succeed with others in the future if he so chooses. Lilia knows he won’t be around forever, won’t be able to be that one person that Idia gets all his sexual fulfillment with.

Might as well help him grind the early levels like Idia has done for him time and time again in their early days of being friends.

Lilia adjusts how his hips sit, letting his arousal press harder against India’s. He nods slowly at the question. He doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want to get up and get off of Idia’s lap for even a moment. It’ll be necessary, without using magic. His own hands move down to the waistband of his shorts, pushing his hoodie up enough to show off how the shorts come up on his hips, his waist.

It’s a slow process, to push those shorts down along with his small underwear. One leg is moved to free it first, then the next, and, before long, he’s tossing the shorts and underwear off into some spot on the floor without a single care where they land. His hoodie comes down to cover him, leaving the slightest hint of his erection under the hem. Leaving enough to the imagination still. ]

Do you want me to take these off or leave them on?

[ The long socks. He presses his hand down to his own thigh to signal to them. ]

You’re having me first, so it’s your choice. [ Yes, the decision has already been made. ]

[Idia's eyes shoot to look where Lilia's shorts land. Not because he has any real concern for the state of his room (covered in already-opened *m*zon boxes and loose clothes), but because he wants to make sure it doesn't hit anything important. That's the spirit of a collector-- always vigilant even when you're about to smash. Assured that everything's as it should be, his gaze darts eagerly back to Lilia's lithe body, the newly exposed skin. It's actually more enticing, that there's so much left to the imagination because of that baggy hoodie of his. Contrast is sexy, especially on someone like the smaller man above him.

With perhaps too much enthusiasm, Idia shakes his head. Where did he get this sudden bout of energy?]

N-no, leave them on!! [Almost protectively he draws his hands over the curve of Lilia's thighs atop his socks.] They're... it's. Good.

[The fact that he was volun-told to fuck Lilia sails clear over his head, too pre-occupied with a soon-to-be-fulfilled fantasy. Yes he's thought about this. Can you blame him?]

[ Hey, Lilia's something of a collector himself. He'd never want to drop his clothes onto something that held value within Idia's room, whether that be tech related or something he collected from one of his various favorite shows, games, or idol groups.

Anyways, he's not focused on that right now. He's busy being amused on the quick bump in enthusiasm, the way Idia brings his hands over his thighs. Having Idia speak up about anything he wanted was a good sign, wasn't it? This boy was learning to say what he wanted, with small little baby steps. His own hands move to rest over Idia's, carefully caressing the backs of his hands with the tips of his fingers. ]

They'll stay on then. [ Lilia tilts his head to one side, smiling down at Idia. ] You're too cute to deny when you say something with so much passion.

[ With this said, he leads one of Idia's hands up a little further, along to his hip. Urging him on silently. ]

They do look adorable after all, don't they? Aren't I just the cutest?

[ Annnnd there goes his ego. ]

[Now that his upper body is on full display, Lilia can see the goosebumps that spread along Idia's arm when he caresses the back of his hand. Who knew that they could be so sensitive? He feels every bit as naked as he looks, pants be damned. You wouldn't catch him dead shirtless outside of this specific situation and even now it's questionable. It doesn't really feel like he could have grown much from their first experience, but at least there isn't a constant running commentary at the back of his mind screaming, "You're going to die!!". But it's a lot. It's going to be a lot.

He can't look Lilia in the eye when he smiles down at him like that, reflecting his desire right back.]

Do we really need to point it out...

[Is it really any better for things to go unsaid, when Lilia draws Idia's hands up his hips, further and further. Actually, it's pretty nice... The man on top of him is sure to feel the twitch of his arousal as Idia draws his thumb along the jut of the other man's hip.]

When you say it out loud like that, doesn't it lose some of the magic? [Doesn't stop Idia from ogling him, tracing the line Lilia's thigh highs cut against his pale skin. Notably he doesn't disagree. Internally he's toying with how "yes, yes, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen, fuck" would sound in his voice and deciding that it'd be terrible. Opts to just stare, drawing his hands up and down the curve of Lilia's hips, lifting his hoodie just a bit in the motion. Just enough.]

[ Look at him... Beneath him, Idia was almost as cute to Lilia's eyes as Lilia knew he was. What a strange attraction he had to this thin man, who was practically all skin and bones. His body aches to have more of him, aches to press their bodies together in a way that would only make their shared body heat become overwhelming. Too warm, too close, in all the right ways.

He feels the twitch of his arousal, and in turn, Lilia moves his hips lightly to grind down on him, letting out a quiet laugh. ]

You may be right.... mostly. Sometimes it's nice to hear, nice to say. Helps me to know that the effort I put in isn't going to waste. I enjoy being admired.

[ Is that a slight flush to his face? The pale of the older man's skin is flushed lightly as Idia's hands trace his thighs, where the thigh highs cut into his skin... and, as his hands move along his hips. Making a slight noise, Lilia squirms atop him, taking in a small sharp breath. He wants more. He's going to get more.

Leaning down, Lilia presses their lips together in a quick, needy motion, both of his hands moving to rest against Idia's shoulders again. The perfect spot for him to hold on, to keep himself propped up there. ]

[Arousal swoops low in his body as Lilia grinds against him, a soft noise escaping his lips.]

It's-- definitely not going to waste.

[That's one area he'll have a harder time levelling up in-- actually using his words. Conveying to Lilia live and in-person that he's every bit as gorgeous as he thinks he is... that's going to take some time.

However. Idia's a puzzle guy-- give him something supposedly complicated and he'll sus it out in minutes. Applying that to an social situation is a hurdle he's yet to overcome but in a moment like this? When those sweet noises that Lilia makes combine with that roll of his hips? It's easy to treat that like something to solve, a challenge in its own right. When Lilia leans down to kiss him again, Idia dips his fingertips just below those thigh-highs, luxuriating in the sensation of them pulling tight against his skin. They snap back into place when he eases his hands back up the curve of Lilia's hips, squeezing affectionately where he'd just drawn that sound from the other man's lips. It almost feels fun, at a certain point, being able to grab him just as he'd like. Control doesn't look as good on him as it does on Lilia, but Idia's used to having pixels jump for him at the press of a button. There's a certain satisfaction that comes with it, that he's sure he'll come to enjoy as they do this more and more.

Oh, he has a job to do, doesn't he? Idia reaches around to grab Lilia's ass, sighing against the other's mouth before pulling back.]

Should I... still...

[ There's no better person to treat like a puzzle, to crack the code of. Lilia had plenty of things about him that were strange, unusual, plenty puzzle-like. Seeing - rather, feeling - the control that Idia began to take was definitely interesting for Lilia. To pick apart how he was learning, to feel the tentative turn into a more confident touch.

To teach someone like Idia, you need to reward the small things, right? Lilia's prone to making a lot of noise if there's not the risk of being caught. That's something Idia would learn before very long, with the way he makes such sweet little noises against his lips with the dip of fingertips below the fabric of his thigh highs, the snap of them against his skin,. Another reward he'd earn is the squirming of the fae, his hips pressing down into him again as he feels those hands squeeze him. Another sweet noise, a needy little whine. Come on, Idia, don't leave him hanging~ He's getting so worked up just for you.

It's sad, when Idia breaks the kiss, but... he's getting back on track, isn't he? That's a good thing!

Nodding to confirm, he murmurs, ]

You should. [ Oh, they should have lubrication for this, shouldn't they... Eh, he'll be fine for this part. ] Be a good boy and show me the things you've done to yourself while thinking of me.

[Maybe he will be but that's not the Immersive Experience that's being requested of him. Still, Idia's kind of sheepish when he disconnects a hand from Lilia's ass to feel around his bedside bookshelf. He comes back with a small bottle of lube, a recent upgrade from j/o lotion because it turns out he really likes taking it up the ass. So that's why he's shy, because he has it within arms reach. Because he's been doing this... A Lot. Having the evidence on display that he's a person with a body that wants so badly, so strongly. That's the mortifying ordeal of being known at work.]

Okay, uh... [It feels supremely un-sexy to slick his fingers up, but he does his best to deal with the unpleasantness. Another point in 2D's favor is this is always a skipped step. But... Idia rolls his hips, grinding his hardening cock against Lilia's arousal. 3D does have its benefits, as it happens. With one large hand, he slowly spreads Lilia open, drawing his fingertips delicately over the sensitive skin of his hole. He takes his time here, because that's part of the immersion. Idia speedruns it if he's just jacking himself off but in the moments when he fucks himself thinking about the man on top of him, he takes his sweet sweet time. It's part of the fantasy, to draw this out, tease himself to tears. But he wants to do right by Lilia, to earn more of his praise. So;] I'm... gonna...

[With no small amount of hesitation, Idia presses two fingers into Lilia's entrance, relishing in the tight heat. Fuck. He's not one for eye contact but he can't help but stare, watching every minute expression. Is he doing it right? Is this what he wants?]

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