gamers + sex pollen = secrets revealed

[faebysitting]

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

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[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.