splitmemory | secret gamer friends who like to have makeout sessions

[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?]

[ That was so close by. With a knowing smile, Lilia keeps his words to himself. The second he speaks too much, he’ll scare Idia off, ending up with nothing more than the sheer disappointment and an erection left untended to. Well, he’d chase after Idia before letting him be all that scared off, to convince him to give him another chance. Again and again, until Idia realizes it’s futile to try and run away now that Lilia’s got his hooks in him.

His eyes watch too close. The way Idia slicks his fingers might not be attractive to Idia, but Lilia’s unable to keep himself from moving, from grinding down against Idia with the anticipation he felt. The way Idia’s hardening cock felt under him was only the tip. His hips move further as he feels Idia’s fingers move into position against him, his other hand spreading him. Now, Lilia does his best to keep himself still, knowing it could make it harder on Idia to get his fingers in the proper position with him moving around so much.

As those two fingers press in, Lilia’s whining softly, his face warm with the blood that rushes to his face. How can he keep from shifting to try and press those fingers further inside of him? Idia might have slender, thin fingers, but that didn’t matter with their difference in size. Just two fingers and Lilia’s grinding down against them and Idia’s cock, asking for more with those hips of his. Demanding more.

His eyes are half open, looking down into Idia’s. ]

You know what to do, don’t you? You’re doing so well, [ Lilia encourages, ] Don’t worry about going easy on me. I’m resilient. Even if you make a mistake… I’ll be just fine. You can be as rough or as slow as you need.

[ Pluuuuus. He wants to see what Idia will do with a single ounce of control. ]

[It's a really good thing that Idia's used to letting his hands do the work, moving without thinking, pure muscle memory. Lilia's encouragement, the way he looks when he's asking so sweetly for it, is what he needs right now. It's not without a moment of hesitation, but he does as he's told. That in itself does it for him, being lead along like Lilia has him on the other end of some invisible leash. Idia sets to fucking Lilia's hole properly at a steady and relentless pace. He feels so small beneath his long fingers it's hard to comprehend someone with such a gravitational pull being so compact. Between the sounds that the other man is making and the feel of their cocks rutting against each other, it's pulling that desire from deep inside of him. Fueling him, forcing this boldness.

So he does what he likes, kneads at Lilia's ass while he curls his fingers against that spot inside of him, slowing enough to really draw it out. Shit, he's so tight, it's driving him crazy to think that he'll--

A rush of arousal swoops deep inside of him. Just the thought is making him so hard he's aching with unmet need. Not that he can articulate this, not that he'd want to.]

[ It's hard to keep his mind focused now. What Idia's doing has him wanting, has him aching. The way his fingers curl against that spot has his body reacting in ways that might seem far too submissive for the dominant-type. Those long fingers seem to reach each and every weak spot inside of him. His hips shift down hard as he feels those fingers curl against that sensitive bundle of nerves, a soft needy whimper escaping past his lips.

Each movement seems so drawn out. He wants more. He's not as patient as he'd like to pretend he is. His hands slowly glide up along Idia's abdomen, his front, allowing him to admire the other boy from this angle. ]

I want you. I don't-- want to wait. [ It'd definitely be hard to tug his pants down in this position, with Lilia straddling him and Idia's fingers inside of him, but Lilia was definitely going for it, trying to pull down those bottoms to free Idia's cock. ] Your fingers feel too good, but... I said before how I want to cum. With you, inside of me. I can't... get too focused on this feeling. Or I might get hooked. Help me get these off of you.

[What Lilia's doing to him is obvious, from the way his muscles tense as Lilia's fingertips ghost across his body, to the absolutely reverent way he's eyeing the other. For once he doesn't care about how he looks, it's not even a thought in his head. All he can think about is being inside of Lilia in whatever way he wants, any way he wants him.

Which is suddenly no longer subtext. Idia follows to where Lilia is trying to tug his pants off of him; it's a valiant attempt. There's no way this is going to work, though.]

Hold on, hold on--

[Idia carefully eases his fingers out of Lilia, already mourning the loss. But it's also got him realizing. Just how tight he's going to feel around his cock, how Lilia's literally begging him to fuck his ass relentlessly. In those thigh highs... His head swims with the thought. If one of them's going to get hooked on this, it's almost certainly going to be Idia. No doubt, no question.

Since the brain is barely working, it's on autopilot that Idia helps Lilia shimmy his pants down. He's sighing with relief when his cock springs free. And. Huh. It didn't dawn on him their first time how... small Lilia is. Well it did, in a way, but not as it pertains to Idia being inside of him. Their size difference feels like brand new information and it's difficult to process.]

Shit... is it. Going to fit?

[Idiot.]

[ This was nice. The moment Idia's mind slips out of that overwhelming dread that could come with being insecure, the moment he was distracted enough to really let himself fall into this. Lilia could see the shift in his thoughts, feel the change in his own confidence, bit by bit. Look at him go, helping get his pants on without stammering and stuttering about!

Lilia accepts the help without a second thought, even if he does whine as those fingers are pulled out of him. Just because he wanted more didn't mean he wanted that feeling to stop.

Once those pants are down, Lilia doesn't care to take the time to pull them fully off his opposite. Instead, he moves his hand down to grab onto Idia's cock, holding it in his small hand at an angle that he knew Idia could see. With his opposite hand, he pulls up his hoodie enough to show off his body. Adjusting his place atop Idia, he presses the other boy's cock right up against his stomach, to show Idia how deep inside he'd end up getting-- ]

It will... with plenty of lube. [ Lilia grins, ] You'll be able to feel it from the outside. Right here. I plan to memorize the shape of you. To remember how you feel inside me, how deep you can go. How much you fill me.

[ It's difficult to keep himself from wanting so much more, from giving in to that want and lifting himself up, shoving himself down-- no. They need more lube if this isn't going to be an utterly painful experience for the both of them to begin with. ]

It will be a tight fit. Nothing I can't handle. Nothing you can't handle. I believe you'll do great.

[ Releasing his cock, he motions towards the bottle from earlier. Give!! ]

[When Lilia presses his cock against the other man's stomach, sizing him up, Idia whines. Between seeing the size difference so clearly and the curve of Lilia's small fingers around him... His sharp inhale and subsequent shuddering sigh is unmistakable. Just the thought of being so deep inside of him is enough to make him lose his mind. How the hell is he supposed to last like that? Weakly, subconsciously, he presses upward. It doesn't matter, he needs Lilia like this.]

P-please. Lilia...

[The words come out less as begging and more like "please spare me, have mercy", though both are true. It's temporary but Idia reaches his hands up to hold Lilia's thighs, some sort of anchor to reality. The way he's talking him up like this feels like a blatant lie but, frankly, it's one he's willing to buy into. There's no way he'll last but, fuck if he doesn't want to see Lilia's abdomen bulge with the thickness his cock, watch how he'll moan so sweetly for it. His eyes sink shut at the thought.

There's so much he can beg Lilia for, so much he certainly will but right now all he can do is. Gingerly hand him the lube. Leave it to the (s)expert.]

[ Part of the beauty of this was hearing his own name on Idia’s tongue. To hear the blatant desperation in his voice. It hardly matters if he’s begging or asking for mercy. He’ll get what he wants before long, no matter how long he has to wait for it. Oh, but the way his hands anchor him down, clutch to his thighs as if he needs something, anything, to keep him going. It’s … cute, really.

He’ll embarrass Idia with those words and thoughts later.

For now, he takes the lube, uncapping it. It might not be sexy to coat one’s fingers with the stuff, but maybe it’s different having Lilia pour that cold liquid against India’s tip? To watch the droplet roll down his length, only for his hand to come up to smear the lube across his skin. His fingers wrap around Idia, stroking his cock up in firm, sure motions.

That is, until he’s sure he’s coated enough. Then, the small fae brings himself up on his knees, hovering over Idia’s cock and positioning his entrance over the other’s tip. One hand moves back to spread him further, to give Idia’s length just a little more room to press against him. ]

I want you to do it. Pull me down onto you. Give in to what you need.

[ If he ends up needing to wait for too long he’d do it himself. First, he wants to see just how brave Idia could get. ]

[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.]

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