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'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!

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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?!

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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.

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"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?"

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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.