splitmemory | gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

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

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...?"

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

He's almost getting used to it. Almost, being the keyword. Every time that finger moves even a centimeter inside of him, it's tickling and triggering a new nerve. He's thrusting into Lilia's hand and wishing for that ultimate finish but whatever hold the pollen has on him... it's driving him crazy. It's driving him mad! He wants to come so badly. He'd give up anything to do it. He might even consider giving Lilia every piece of loot he wants first. Idia can't believe it's his game partner that's causing him so much agony... so much agonizing pleasure.

Lilia is so strong. Way stronger than Idia, even when he's got his hands on him. If he were to use any more force, the poor gangly guy might end up snapping in half (emotionally).

"Y-you really think about doing that to m-me? I mean, him?"

Actually, this is much worse. Hearing about how Lilia would toy with him while they were playing. He could see himself being the one in the fae's lap, squirming, writhing while trying to move the mouse around or press a combination of keys. Maybe they could figure out how to play together like this? Or maybe Lilia would just keep testing his patience and his resolve? Either way. It all sounds really tempting.

"Giving grinding a completely different meaning..."

And then he moans again, probably cutely. No more fingers but he can feel the warmth of something else approaching. He's salivating. Thank the Seven they're not in front of a computer right now! Thank the Seven no one's recording this!

That little slip of the tongue... it doesn't mean anything. All it was is that: a slip of the tongue. It makes sense, logically. Idia's being toyed with so thoroughly already, it's only reasonable he might blend the lines of reality. Forget that Lilia's speaking about a whole other person, forget for a time, while his mind is addled so heavily with lust and desire. The little slip gets a laugh. Clearly, it doesn't click yet that the slip is for a whole other reason entirely.

"Mmhm! It's only crossed my mind a couple of times... I wonder how he'd feel about it, if he knew." Really, the statement sounds far more innocent than any other Lilia could have said. His voice softer, gentler than he's been with Idia at all this evening. As if he's somewhat yearning for that other boy to know, to find out, to understand his feelings and desires all without him ever needing to admit them aloud.

As he aligns himself with Idia's entrance, he's already somewhat out of breath himself, more and more needy by the second, with every noise, every squirm, every movement of the pathetic nerd under him.

"Tonight, though... tonight, you're my target."

With that statement, he begins to press inside. Without any patience from his end, without taking the time to let Idia process the feeling, he jerks his hips forward, burying himself completely inside within a few moments. He groans, his fingers curling against where he holds his hip, nails digging in harder. Ugh, it's tight. He's having a difficult time containing himself, wanting to adjust his hips, to already begin thrusting into him.

But he'll wait a second, to settle his own breathing.

Leaning better over him, he slides one hand up, under his shirt, feeling up his skin, his side.

"Mmm..." He hums, past his panting, "... Maybe I should've messed with you like this sooner." The sheer patheticness of Idia Shroud was attractive, okay?!

It's a miracle that Lilia doesn't hear Idia's mistake, but in a way it's probably even better that he didn't. Otherwise he might be in the mood to torture his usual gaming buddy, pile on to the amount of embarrassment that he's feeling as the pollen continues to course through his veins. What makes his heart continue to pound is that Lilia is getting ready to finally fuck him and that Idia can't help but shake his hips... wiggle his ass, try to lean back so that he can get him inside faster and not delay any longer. It's the waiting that's killing him! He doesn't consider himself to be that impatient, either!

"Y-your target? Can't we be something else first?"

Like... friends! Buddies! Pals! Friends-with-benefits! Lovers??? Honestly, target sounds just as romantic as the last one, but Idia's stammering and shaking and his hands hurt and his knees are beginning to tremble too. His entire everything can't help but need the relief that only Lilia's fae dick can give him. Why is it taking him this long? Why isn't Idia complaining more about it? Probably because he can't stop shivering. The thought of Lilia fucking him alone is making him consider coming right there and then, but if he did that... he'd have nothing left to give to Lilia later.

If there is a later.

And then he's inside of him and Idia's hair turns a brilliant pink for a split second before dying down, back into the flaming blue that it usually is. His eyes roll back into his head as he moans the loudest and lewdest he's ever done in his life. Why be shameful anymore? Why hide it anymore? If he's going to enjoy it, he might as well do it with his entire being. He slumps forward, ass going up while the rest of his body goes down.

If Lilia thought he was tight a second ago, he's practically a vacuum now. All for him.

"Mmm, but isn't being my target so delightful?" The small sentiment is cooed out, almost affectionate in the way he says it. Not that he would be all that affectionate, not quite yet. Not when he's focused on nothing more than the basest of pleasures, for the both of them. That's enough affection from him - the very fact that he's giving Idia any attention at all, when he's like this, when he wants nothing more than sex.

Oh, and there he goes. Down, collapsed against the ground, moaning out so loudly. With such an intensity that there's nothing more he could want but more of those sounds. Aside from, maybe, fucking Idia until he can barely breathe.

So he focuses his attention on that. His hand gripping Idia's hip, his own hips flush against Idia's. It's so hard to even move, with how tight Idia was. He's panting, breathing heavily himself, struggling to focus on what he wanted to do next. He leans down, over him, his other hand dragging up under his shirt again, nails digging in against his skin, against his waist.

If he takes this slow, he should be able to move. To fuck him properly.

He pulls back, out, until only the tip is inside of him... and then he slams them forward, drilling his cock back into Idia without a sense of mercy. A pace is decided, set by Lilia.

"Mmmnh.... I'm going to exhaust you. Your friend won't mind, right?"

He's already gasping for breath? What does Lilia want him to do, choke from all the pleasure that's wracking his body?! Even worse is that he already feels pretty damn exhausted, when every one of his muscles are tense and his nerves are on fire, and he's moving solely on instinct alone. He must be living the most tortuous existence right now with no mercy in sight. Nothing for Idia except for sweat, drool, a few tears, and a copious amount of precome that oozes out of his body.

"My friend? You're my friend... aren't you?" Gasping for breath and for words, for his voice that doesn't sound scratchy and hoarse from all the pitiful moaning he's been doing?

"I can't believe Muscle Red of all people is having sex with me!"

There. He's said it. It's because all this time, he's thought of Lilia's avatar as being him--- a hulking and imposing figure clad in the thickest of armor while maintaining a level of intelligence incredibly hard to find out on the web. Instead? It's this little man, this fae who acts as Malleus' Vice Housewarden, who is secretly an amazing gamer. This fae, who is currently breeding him. Fucking him into the dirt. As Idia squeals again from the sudden pounding... he's slowly becoming acclimated to this thought. That he's being taken by his best and only gamer buddy.

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