gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

[faebysitting]

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

Comments

[powergrind]

He wishes that he could control himself, but every movement and action is being spurned on by those disgusting hormones. Pleasure is forcing his hand and nothing else! Certainly not any kind of deep-seated attraction towards Lilia... no, he's an annoying little guy that has caused more problems than anything else. How would he ever get him? How would he ever understand him? If anything, Lilia only knows how to press his buttons and get under his skin.

And yet... and yet.

The math is beginning to add up. Even through his lust-addled thoughts, he's hearing words that make his entire body tremble. Lilia's playing a game? With a boss? Grinding??? Maybe it's just him but is that pink beginning to grow stronger and stronger in his hair, much less his cheeks?

And are his pants finally getting pulled away...

If he says any more, he might actually explode in more ways than one. Instead? He keeps quiet. Perhaps he really wants this now? If anyone's going to fuck him, pollen-induced or not, maybe it should be Lilia.

Whatever shame he felt before is dripping out of him, just like the pre that slicks up Lilia's hand.

"Sure. Sure, whatever. Let's just get this over with. That way we can both return to our games in time!"

He squeezes Lilia. His entire body is burning with need.

[faebysitting]

The math might be adding up for Idia, but for Lilia? He hasn't clued in on it yet. Hasn't realized that the very person he's keeping waiting... is the very person he's currently teasing and toying with. Had he known? Maybe he would've gone just a little easier on him, maybe he would have been just a touch kinder with his words, with his touch. Or, maybe he would have gotten harsher, more desperate, more open?

"Look at you, finally settling in." He coos, a lone compliment among the taunting he was doing earlier. He tugs and pulls until Idia's fully exposed enough for their purposes. It's practically nothing to use his free hand to stop Idia's own hand, to force their position to change. "Here, here, follow my lead~"

As much as he wants Idia's hand to stay against his needy cock, he needs more to push him down. Lilia's hands both retreat, only to allow his slicked up fingers to grasp at a spot against his hip. The opposite, clean hand takes the time to push him down, until his face rests in the grass. The hand on his hip? Moves to help him stay in a good position, with his ass in the air, perfectly poised for the fae.

"There."
He murmurs, hand slipping back further, to spread him, to toy with his entrance. "Stay right there. I need to get you ready. I'll offer you that kindness today, alright?" Maybe not so kind, with the way he presses his middle finger in quickly, already curling it to try and find that sweet spot inside of him.

It probably wouldn't help that Lilia brings his other hand now back to Idia's arousal, grasping him firmly all over again with his dry hand. He said he was going to make a mess of him, and dammit if he wasn't going to make good on that.

[powergrind]

At the very least, they'll both be logging on at the same time after all of this? Would he go immediately from having sex with Lilia to getting all the loot they've been preparing for? Absolutely. He's got his priorities straight even though he's far from it. That's why he's okay with how Lilia positions him in a way that he knows... he understands what's about to happen. Having his hands splayed out, his position spread, his legs widening in preparation...

Ugh. His ass is really sticking out like this. Idia knows it's all happening yet any kind of revulsion or embarrassment has long left him. Yet he wants it all the same and if it came from anyone else, he might've fought harder. Maybe it means more when he realizes that Lilia has been his partner in more than one way all this time?

Face down, ass up. A finger that immediately plunges into his asshole and makes him squeak and squeal at the same time. A shock that makes him thrust into Lilia's hand as it's also being grabbed. As it curls, he feels the urge to just... release, but he can't. Something is keeping him from doing it. The dry orgasm has him grit his teeth and whine and that's all he can do to express this kind of sexual frustration.

[faebysitting]

Lilia would absolutely still be logging on after all this. Sure, he plans to exhaust Idia thoroughly, but that doesn't mean he won't be able to. Still, this? This was almost a better victory than any of the ones Lilia had with that Gloomurai for years on end, at least where the pollen was concerned. That noise was so delectable, perfect to his ears. Enough that he wants to hear it again and again and again, to draw more pathetic squeals from the lanky nerd under him.

A breath is puffed out, his grip on Idia's arousal tightening just slightly as he moves that finger inside of him, feeling up those inner walls of his. It's so hard not to just plunge himself deep inside of Idia instead, to ruin him immediately once he's gotten this access. Thankfully for Idia's sake, Lilia has some modicum of self control, some understanding that doing that might actually be a horrible, terrible idea for him.

But that doesn't stop him from adding a second finger all too soon, stretching him out with a fervor of a lust driven animal, clearly not caring to slow down even for a second.

"... You spend too much time in that dorm of yours," Lilia murmurs, his voice low as he speaks up again, jerking his hand forward, "What do you do with all that time? I'd bet you've thought about something like this once or twice before~" Annnd he's right back to taunting, maybe a little closer to reality than he realizes? Who knows.

[powergrind]

He can feel spittle gathering in the corners of his lips. It's almost too much to bear, that pressure accompanying the pleasure as another finger is added. He tucks his chin against his chest, gritting his sharp teeth, feeling them gnash against one another while he tries not to accidentally bite his own tongue or his bottom lip. It's agonizing. To be fucked by those fingers that'll be eventually clicking on a mouse or tapping keys while they prepare for another long night. But this one will be different and longer than most and he's just. He's trying to enjoy it and the way that his body shudders and shakes, he really is. It's just difficult to admit regardless, the way he's dripping.

"N-n-not like this!" He gasps out loud, blinking furiously through his ears. "But I take care of myself just so I'm n-not... you know, getting pent up!"

Just like any other guy. Idia's mind never went towards sex or romance or any of that stuff. He had games that'd occupy those spaces instead. Hormones? Testosterone? No, that's all pretty much fuel for the curse, though he did figure he'd eventually have to worry about those things too. Still.

"And what, you spend all your time thinking about doing this? You're so... perverted!"

Yet that's not keeping Idia from doing anything but letting himself ride this out. He doesn't want the fae to stop.

[faebysitting]

The pathetic reactions that Idia had were almost too much for Lilia himself to bare. He can't help the sick little grin he has on his face, listening to the gasps and words stammered out by Idia. It's too easy, to feel Idia's clear arousal, to understand how much of a toll this was taking on him.

"Mmm...." He curls his fingers inside of Idia, taking the time to stretch him out, though he's clearly getting impatient, not wanting to spend too much time on this, regardless of how much self control he has or not. "I wouldn't say I spend all my time thinking about doing this..."

"...but there is one thing I think of, on occasion."

Lilia releases his cock, that hand slipping to grip Idia by one thin hip, holding him better in place.

"That person I mentioned to you, the one that I'm keeping waiting. I've had one thought, here and there. A guilty pleasure. I'll share it with you, since you're started behaving~! You might even enjoy the idea, with how much of a shut in you are..." The tiny fae hums, amused, spreading Idia wider with each thrust of his fingers inside of him.

"See, we play this game, and sometimes, we can play solo, meet back up later, stay connected via chat. I've thought about distracting him, either being in his lap or him in mine, making him weak and pathetic while he's trying to grind out our materials for the next raid. Every time he'd falter, I'd stop," He pauses his hand, curling one finger inside of him to tease that one most sensitive little bundle of nerves, "... tell him to be a good boy and focus on the game while I play with him."

"That's only been a brief thought, once or twice."

And, as he finishes that thought, he pulls his fingers out, instead moving to properly line himself up with the other's entrance.