Of Shortcuts and Swamp Plants
Title: Of Shortcuts and Swamp Plants
Summary: Shortcuts in the swamp turned out to be a bad idea. You never know what sort of new pollen you’ll run into – especially alone with the chancellor of Niflheim.
Noctis never thought he’d be letting Ardyn touch him like this...but that’s 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 plant’s luminescent blue pollen.
And then Ardyn’s hand had brushed against Noctis’s spine as the taller man steadied himself, and, well...
Now Noctis knew exactly how weightless he could be suspended over someone’s 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 Noctis’s face.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Noctis managed to gasp.
“‘Shouldn’t’ is a word the weak minded use to limit the brave and adventurous,” 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 Noctis’s spine, and Noctis moaned. He tugged at the seams of Ardyn’s many layers.
“Well, shouldn’t you be more naked?” he complained.
Ardyn smiled, and reached up to his throat, where fabric bunched around his thick ruffled collar. “Artful misuse of the word,” 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.
“We don’t tell anyone about this,” Noctis said, undoing the buttons of the chancellor’s shirt.
“Oh heavens, no,” Ardyn said. “After all, what we tell them? The sex pollen made us do it?”
“Never phrase it that way again.”
Ardyn doffed his hat, then pressed it to his shoulder and tipped his head back as Noctis’s teeth grazed over his chest. “As you wish, my liege.”