Of Shortcuts and Swamp Plants
Title:Â Of Shortcuts and Swamp Plants
Summary:Â Shortcuts in the swamp turned out to be a bad idea. You never know what sort of new pollen youâll run into â especially alone with the chancellor of Niflheim.
Noctis never thought heâd be letting Ardyn touch him like this...but thatâs what he got for trying to take a short cut through the swamp when he and the chancellor had gotten separated from the rest of the group.
As Noctis had walked, the bulbous heads of the plants had bounced against his knees. Then, as suddenly as they had sprung away from him, they burst. Both he and the magenta-haired man had quickly become covered in the plantâs luminescent blue pollen.
And then Ardynâs hand had brushed against Noctisâs spine as the taller man steadied himself, and, well...
Now Noctis knew exactly how weightless he could be suspended over someoneâs lap in water. He knew exactly how cold water felt as it enveloped his straining erection, and how it cooled his cheeks when Ardyn brushed his wet fingers over Noctisâs face.
âWe shouldnât be doing this,â Noctis managed to gasp.
ââShouldnâtâ is a word the weak minded use to limit the brave and adventurous,â Ardyn responded. He lilted through the sentence, as if he were savoring the saying of it as much as he could. His fingers danced up Noctisâs spine, and Noctis moaned. He tugged at the seams of Ardynâs many layers.
âWell, shouldnât you be more naked?â he complained.
Ardyn smiled, and reached up to his throat, where fabric bunched around his thick ruffled collar. âArtful misuse of the word,â he purred, pulling the fabric of his necktie away. His collar fell open, and Noctis fell on the skin it revealed, lips and teeth and fingers. Ardyn was so warm. Noctis needed that warmth. It was like the blue powder on both of them compelled him.
âWe donât tell anyone about this,â Noctis said, undoing the buttons of the chancellorâs shirt.
âOh heavens, no,â Ardyn said. âAfter all, what we tell them? The sex pollen made us do it?â
âNever phrase it that way again.â
Ardyn doffed his hat, then pressed it to his shoulder and tipped his head back as Noctisâs teeth grazed over his chest. âAs you wish, my liege.â