Andy really should have been a bit more careful with this specimen. He pulled away from the plant, throwing an arm uselessly over his face in an attempt to block the pollen that had burst out of the bud. He coughed and felt around blindly for the button that would lock down the lab and filter contaminants out of the air.
Hands caught him after he finally managed to slap his hand down on the button. He looked up into the face of the guard stationed in the lab. His eyes narrowed.
"Cover your face, dumbass. Shit might kill you," he ground out. His voice was rough from inhaling the pollen. After David had tugged his shirt up over his nose, he helped Andy down onto the floor, checking him over for any signs of injury. He waved him off, but that didn't stop the worry contorting the man's face.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt, are you dying?" He shook his head, going lax in his arms. His chest felt too tight. He moaned miserably as breathing became harder. His body was burning up and he was certain he was going to die. David would start freaking out if he said that though, and he couldn't manage any words.
David's hands felt wonderful on him. His touches were light, scared to hurt him, and it made him groan. He reached up with shaky hands to touch the terrified face above him. He brushed his fingers over the scratchy stubbled and even that felt like too much for his skin.
"Mnn, David, I need..."
"Anything, anything. What do you need?"
"Fffuck. Just, touch me. Your hands feel so good and I c-can't... Please," he whined. His clothes were too tight, even more so when David ran his hands soothingly over his arms. He wanted to tear his coat and shirt off but he knew he couldn't manage that.
Everything was so overwhelming that he hardly noticed his body reacting to the guard's touch. He arched his back as fingers slid over his chest. He was starting to hyperventilate and his hands scrabbled desperately at the buttons, scrabbling at them with no hope in sight of actually managing to pry them open. David took the hint and helped him out. His fingers, shaky but considerably more stable, popped open each button until the splotchy red skin of his chest was revealed.
Andy turned himself over so he could crawl into David's lap. His breath was coming out in fast, desperate pants. He buried his face in the guard's neck and started rutting desperately, gripping the fabric of his shirt so hard he thought it might rip.
"Wh-what? Andy, I'm not sure thi-"
"Shutthefuckup," he gasped. David tried to push him away to at least try to figure out what was happening, but he held on tight and kept moving his hips.
"Andy! Andy please, you're... Under the influence of whatever the hell that plant was. I don't want you to do s-something you might regre-hahh," he groaned as Andy started rubbing his ass against the hardening cock under him.
"We can de- shit! We can deal with that later, p-please David. Please just touch me." Ever-eager to comply with what he wanted, David wrapped his arms around his back and held him close to his chest, his own hips jerking up with every desperate grind against him.
It wasn't long before Andy shuddered apart in his lap, his rutting slowing as he grew lightheaded from his orgasm, or the lack of air. He thought maybe it would be over then, but he didn't soften in his pants. He growled in frustration and reached between them to try to pull down the restrictive fabric. David had to step in once again and together they shucked off his pants and threw them into a pile with the rest of his clothes. His head thunked against David's chest as he started moving his hips once more. He felt like he couldn't breathe. David's much colder hands were touching him everywhere, down his back, over his arms to his chest where they felt like heaven on his overheated chest.
"Sss'not 'nough," he mumbled deliriously. David nodded above him. He nearly wept when one of those cool hands wrapped around his dick. He sobbed in pleasure as he fucked up into the loose grip. It was so good, and he said as much to the guard, albeit less coherently.