gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

[faebysitting]

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

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[powergrind]

If he wasn't at his breaking point before, he's certainly touching it now! Technically, Idia's not even handling himself. It's Lilia and his hands are practically silk around his dick. It's like he could tell after one pass over his swollen length where the most sensitive spots are. Each throbbing vein, each twitch from his nerves, each subtle tensing of his thighs... it's killing him. Worse still is that he couldn't have just gotten off from those initial strokes alone! Whatever the pollen is doing, it's keeping him from getting it over right away. It's keeping him from coming right on the spot.

But he lets his hand get guided away, toward foreign skin and a waist that has always looked deceptively slim. He now realizes how strong Lilia happens to be from just feeling around where his hand is left to its own devices, though it doesn't linger for very long. No--- he knows what he has to do. He'll do it for his own sake and not for this fae who has way more experience than he's been given credit for?

Makes him think...

"I don't need a learning experience. I need to get back to my computer... making someone wait for me is the last thing I want."

But if he has to do this in order to get what's really important? Then Idia will deal with it, even if he has to complain and whine the entire time.

Lilia's dick doesn't completely fill his hand, not like how his own does. It's a strange feeling having his long fingers wrap around someone else's cock and it makes it awkward to stroke, but he's trying his best. Even though he's at an angle where it's difficult to see what he's doing at the same time. But he can find some kind of rough and desperate rhythm, even if he has to rock back and forth to do it.

[faebysitting]

The two of them are so very lucky that it's rather late in the day. That they're the only two out here, nestled in the grass together, practically lost to the lust and desire they both felt. Not that Lilia had shame, were they to be found together here in the grass, with hands in each other's bottoms. With exploring, wandering touches that didn't know any better.

A rough, inexperienced and desperate rhythm is better than none at all. His own hips rock forward just slightly, following the pace that Idia set forth for him. As big of game as he spoke, the flush to his face and the tiny little gasps and whines definitely didn't make it seem like he was going to be able to make good on any of the threats he posed.

Instead, his body squirms in such a way that he slumps partially against Idia, his forehead against him, while his opposite hand wanders down to his bottoms and slips past the waistband he'd long since invaded. He needs another hand on him directly rather than indirectly, needs to press and grab at his hip, to try and pull him closer as his hand continues to work its magic.

"I've also got plans," Lilia finally breathes out, lifting his head enough to lean closer, to seek a spot against his neck, his jaw, "A friend is waiting for me. We're to play a game this evening, to grind a boss we've been prepping for for weeks."

Lilia's voice is breathy, shaky, needy...

"But I'm sure your person and my person won't mind us being a little late. Surely they'd understand. It isn't as if we can help it, hm...?"