gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

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idia and lilia are pathetic gamers. that's it that's the post

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Yeah, that's true. Lilia did try to warn him but there he is, his body frozen to the ground despite the heat coursing through his veins. The color in his cheeks is unstoppable: a bright and angry looking hue compared to the rest of him. The blue in his hair is almost too intense as it flickers and flares, sweat beginning to bead on his brow. While his body is flush, it's his nerves that are getting assaulted next as it takes every fiber of his being not to say exactly what's starting to happen to him. What he fears might be coming next.

"S-stop bossing me around. I'm fine, I can handle it. I just need to pull them all out first and then we can deal with it afterward," he says shakily. There's a moan behind every gasp of a word he mutters--- hidden by his desire to finish those sentences before a final one shakes out from his chest. It's a whimper behind gritting teeth and a clenched jaw, eyes staring into nothing while those pupils dilate. Not from fear but from arousal.

His dick is aching. Sore almost. That's what it feels like, like it hasn't been touched in years. Like he hasn't taken care of himself. That with every pump of his blood, there's a throb that echoes all the way through his entire body, making him both recoil in fear from not being able to control himself but also... knowing exactly what could probably cure him. At least, that's what he can guess.

With his present company, though??? The idea of asking for help is almost as painful as his erection right now.

And yet.

"It's not that bad!"

It is.

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It's already flooding the poor boy's body, isn't it? Lilia can see the flush on his face, the bright color of his hair, the way he squirms, the little noises -- all the obvious signs despite Idia's own protests and complaints. Lilia scowls, annoyance clear in his own eyes as he stares at Idia's own wide ones. He's fine? He can handle it? Is he sure about that? Lilia has half a mind to let him, to watch him squirm pathetically, unable to help himself and unable to ask for help.

Something in him wants that. The sadistic part, probably.

Either way, he lets out a huff of a laugh. Sure, okay, yeah. He's so fine, he can't even speak without moaning!

Lilia looks skeptical, because he is. He's more than skeptical, actually. He knows that Idia is outright lying, trying to pretend his way out of this situation. It won't work; they both know that, right? The small fae leans in, his eyes intense as he stares down Idia, as if he could say something just with a look.

"Really?"

One hand moves down, pressing into the ground next to Idia's leg.

"So, you want me to watch as you struggle to hold yourself together for even longer?" He knows this isn't something that Idia would be able to outlast. But... it would be entertaining to watch him try.

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It's actually the worst he's ever felt before. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. No tablets and no monitors to use as cover. The only cover he has needs to get peeled off and fast--- his erection is shaking, trembling just like the rest of him. That when he has to finally relent and use one of his hands to reach into his pajama pants, to grab himself. To see if he can let off some of that steam building in his cheeks and head, get rid of some of that pressure.

But unfortunately for him, it seems like that pollen has other plans.

"I can... hold myself just fine," muttering under his breath. Anything louder and he might end up whimpering again. As he begins to stroke, Idia's eyes begin to widen more and more. He can't feel his own hand? It's almost like he's numb or something. The idea of whatever drug coursing through his system somehow being able to keep himself from getting off is mind-boggling. What kind of accursed plant IS this?

"Can't feel anything. What is happening?" Desperation is beginning to claw itself out, beginning with him trying to hold back tears. Frustration, arousal, disgust all combining into one chunk of something that feels heavy in his stomach.

"If you know how to fix this, then fix this! I don't care what you have to do."

Even if it means making a mess out of himself, something he'd be hard pressed to talk about ever again.

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Idia was a stubborn one. One who barely gave him enough time to explain. Rather, instead of giving him that time? He seems to be falling prey quickly to this plant, this pollen, this drug that takes over him and wracks his body in a way that's impossible to ignore. Lilia watches, tilting his head slightly as he does, waiting for the realization to dawn upon him. See, what did he say? He knew what to do, how this might effect the other boy.

And, honestly? It was kind of really fucking hilarious to watch him squirm, to watch realization finally dawn on him, the panic settle in.

Then comes the demand, the desperation. It's delicious, actually? The way he practically whines, trying to find any way to take care of himself. That's practically consent - or, well. It's something different, something born out of that pathetic desperation, but who is Lilia to complain, when he's also feeling so out of it with arousal?

"Alright, alright~" He has to hold back a laugh. Oh, how he crumbled so fast. Anyways. He moves one hand, with no fan-fare to it, pressing his fingers against Idia's arm, leading down to meet his hand past the waistband of his pajama pants, to take over where he'd attempted to start.

His smaller hand moves to wrap around his arousal, thumb pressing hard into the head of his cock the moment he manages to grasp him.

"I've half a mind to bring you right to the edge and refuse your release, for how you refused to listen to me. Naughty boys should get punished, shouldn't they?" Okay, that laugh isn't held back now, as he leans in uncomfortably close, pressing his opposite hand hard down against Idia's thigh, to keep him in place.

"... You're lucky it's hitting me as well."

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Lilia's hand is what does the trick and he immediately bucks into that rough grip of his. The kind that would probably hurt more if he wasn't so stiff and throbbing and in slight pain from the amount of pressure he was in when his hand couldn't do the trick. Now, though? Whatever inhibitions he had have been completely wiped out of his brain, replaced with a burning desire to jerk his hips forward and try to force all of these disgusting physical imperatives out of him.

"I'm not... a naughty boy! If anyone's naughty, it's you!" He groans, gasping for air that isn't laced with that awful pollen. Idia's cheeks feel hotter than anything he's felt in his life, burning in more than just embarrassment and anxiety. All he can hear is Lilia's teasing and mocking tone, and damn if he didn't feel more aroused by it.

"And I'm not sure if I feel lucky at all. How are you not being affected?"

If anything, that just begs the question of whether Lilia's experienced in more than just being a bratty little batty. Has he exposed himself to these flowers in the past? Does he just sit around and inhale their pollen for fun? And who would help relieve him???

Idia shivers. Another ache that causes him to arch his back and whimper, a sad little noise from a guy who just can't catch a break.