bakerstreet | It's Ponn Farr night at the Vulcan nightclub

a sex pollen meme

Is it chemistry? Biology? Is it magic? Who cares! It's a classic for a reason. Sex pollen is in the air, and your character is so horny they could die. Literally.

Available in three delightful flavors:

Tier 1: The mildest dose. You're mind-meltingly horny but still have all your faculties.
Tier 2: Altered mental state. The pollen is overwhelming your normal inhibitions and judgement.
Tier 3: I wanna fuck you like an animal. Downstairs head is now fully in charge, and you are no longer in control of your actions.

+Bonus Round: You start off at Tier 1, but progress rapidly through 2 and 3 the longer you try to resist the effects...

Post a top-level with your preferences regarding severity, whether you'd rather be the one dosed or the good samaritan helping them out, any relevant disclaimers regarding dub-/non-con limits, and if applicable, perhaps whether you'd prefer for literal death to not actually be on the table as a consequence.

As always you are encouraged to respect others' preferences, have fun, and generally be excellent to each other

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Charles has always been the more vocal of the two of them, but right now he's being utterly obscene with the soft needy whimpers, the wrecked cries of his name, the pleas for more. There's a a bit more of a mess to this as well and normally Edwin doesn't like any sort of mess. This, however, he finds he doesn't mind because he can taste him, and isn't that a marvel for a ghost?

He sinks his mouth a few scant inches more and immediately shoots his head up a split second later with a grimace and a half-choking sound. "Well, that makes no bloody sense at all." Why would a ghost have any sort of need for a gag reflex? Well, Edwin seems to have found his.

"I'm fine, just...a reflex." He'll work around it for now. After giving Charles a reassuring look and some eye contact, he takes him back into his mouth and continues sucking while his hand strokes along the length he can't quite fit in his mouth just yet.

Charles froze at that noise, the sudden retreat, because he'd liked that noise, his initial instinct had been to tangle his fingers in Edwin's hair and keep him right there at that choke point and maybe just a little further, but he managed to keep himself still, tense enough that he could practically hear his joints creaking, tense enough that he was practically trembling with it, as Edwin recovered and continued and that instinct passed.

He curled forward as Edwin resumed what he'd been doing, hips giving a fitful, barely-there arch, the movement seemingly controlled simply due to his position, it couldn't be any more pronounced, but it was a sign that he was starting to lose the battle against those darker wants.

The way his hips curl forward is unexpected and as such, he sinks just a bit deeper than Edwin intended and causes the ghost to jolt back again. This time with a more pronounced choking sound that results in coughing for a moment. When he glances up this time something glistens at the edge of his eyes. Ectoplasm tears. Shocked by the sensation of them, he wipes at the corner of his eyes before making eye contact again.

Checking in, he can see Charles is starting to lose control. Thus, he tries to remedy it by gripping him by his thighs with both hands, anchoring him to the couch so he has less control over how and when he moves or thrusts. Edwin can't physically overpower much, but there is some strength in the way his hands grip and pin him while his mouth sinks back down and this time he doesn't pull off right away when his cock hits the edge of his throat. He holds himself there and Charles can feel the way his whole mouth and throat tremble for a few blessed seconds before he lifts his head up and abruptly sinks back down to repeat the process.

He's always been a fast and clever learner.

If Charles had been more himself, more present and not already overwhelmed by the effects of that spell he would have noticed the tears, would have been horrified even if they weren't anything more than a surprised, reflexive reaction.

As it was, Charles' gaze was unfocused, eyes glazed, hazy with a want that had long since tipped over to a need, and one that he was still, impossibly, fighting.

At the weight of Edwin's hands on his thighs, the sensation of Edwin taking him deeper than before, the hot slick clutch of him, Charles sucked in a shuddering breath, almost a sob, because he could finally, finally feel himself approaching a climax. Slowly, but he was no longer caught on that plateau of overwhelmed and not enough at the same time.

He was still overwhelmed, certainly, as Edwin had likely already figured out, but his body was finally moving towards the inevitable conclusion.

Almost as if sensing his friend is nearing the edge, Edwin redoubles his efforts. No longer slow and uncertain, he's got the rhythm of things down by now. As long as Charles doesn't buck his hips, he's able to control how much of his cock he takes. What he can't quite get to with the sinful heat and suction of his mouth, his hand takes up the slack and strokes the rest.

He's felt Charles tremble and get needy when he's right on the cusp of an orgasm, but this is completely different when his mouth is involved. He could swear he feels his cock twitching in his mouth. He does this for a bit to build things even further and then suddenly the only hand gripping Charles by his thighs lifts and pulls his hand towards his hair. Given silent permission to grab and thrust just as he reaches the edge.

He wanted to tell Edwin that was a bad idea, that he wouldn't be able to control himself, to keep those darker desires at bay if he wasn't physically keeping himself in place, but he was well past the point of being able to speak, more turned on than he'd ever been alive or dead, and finally rocketing towards his climax now that he was no longer fighting those urges.

However, with the fact of his orgasm approaching all the more quickly, the urge to feel Edwin choke around him had been overtaken by another desire: wanting to mark Edwin as his.

Which was why as he reached the tipping point he just tightened that hand in Edwin's hair, using that hold to pull Edwin up and off of him, probably at too sharp an angle, something he'd apologize for later, but when that first streak of spend caught Edwin full in the face, it satisfied some of that dark, depthless want that he'd been doing his best to keep at bay.

His mouth is left open and wanting when he's pulled off without warning. He must have made a sound, something raw and desperate. Emerald green eyes widen as he feels rather than sees something hot and slick graze his face. The first rope smears across the bridge of his nose messily and Edwin is left in a state of utter confusion, so he doesn't bother moving as more release lands along the right side of his face and then the left before he finally draws his head back.

He has no idea why that felt so incredibly arousing. Only that it did and they could unpack that later.

He's not entirely sure what to do now. Is the first order of business to wipe this off of himself or is it to check in on Charles? He decides to stay on his knees for now, but his head is tilted up at the perfect angle to see quite the mess splattered across his face.

"Charles?"

Charles was practically vibrating, would have been panting for breath if he actually needed to breathe, fingers still tight in Edwin's hair, eyes gone dark thanks to pupils blown wide in the aftermath, just surveying his handiwork, such as it was.

The tip of his tongue dragged along the edge of his teeth in one slow sweep before he actually met Edwin's eyes, which was when he seemed to come back to himself, at least a little, his hold in Edwin's hair loosening, hand sliding down to knead at the nape of his neck instead, as if to ease any tension there from the angle Charles had been holding his head at.

It was only the fact that Edwin didn't seem concerned -or worse, disgusted- by it all, and was only checking in that kept him from falling into apologies right away, just murmuring a quiet: "Thank you." He didn't think that the effects of the spell were fully gone, but they were tolerable now, he'd be able to hold out until Edwin managed to figure out a counterspell.

It's Ponn Farr night at the Vulcan nightclub

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