gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

[faebysitting]

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

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[faebysitting]

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."

[powergrind]

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.