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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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It's also a really good feeling when he notices how Shinjiro seems to be relaxing more himself. Accepting. Guess he's not too bad at helping others with this stuff, huh? Not that he's going to put this on his future X-Men resume or anything, but. Still good.
His thighs spray on each side of Shinjiro, before he tilts his head back with a breathy little groan as teeth begins to bite into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Giving him more access, fully signaling that he's on board with this, with his other hand cupping the back of his neck to still give those full points of contact-- that skin to skin touch.
And sure, he's maintaining control, but Scott can feel a familiar pool of want churning in his stomach as well. He likes Shinjiro, even just from their couple of conversations so far, not to mention that connection they have.]
Yeah... that's fine. [As if to encourage him, his nails dig in just slightly into his chest, applying enough pressure so that he'd feel it, though not enough to cause any real pain.]
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He's kneeling between Scott's legs, doubled over to keep as close contact as he can-- one hand splaying and rolling back up Scott's chest again to drag the fabric of the shirt up and out of the way, giving him more exposed skin to run his lips and teeth over, before he moves it to rest on the floor beside Scott's neck, giving him support.
While 'emergency fuckboy' may not be what Scott wants to add to his resume, it's certainly a valuable skill here in the Peacock.
Hovering above the other teen like this, it's easy to jump right past pretenses. He reaches between them with his free hand to cup at Scott's groin, feeling at his cock, as though testing his arousal, and then rubbing his palm against him to offer some friction. There's the dual purpose of also trying to draw out more of those breathy little groans and noises, the murmured praise, the occasional flicker of his eyes moving behind the obstructing glasses.
Ordinarily he'd probably say something himself-- some kind of stupid teasing snark, or an affirmation back, anything. But in the blinding need for contact and touch and sex, the words have completely evaporated from his mind.]
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And despite being splayed out underneath Shinjiro, Scott doesn't yet fully lose that composure that he's decided to bury himself into. Still focused, though his cheeks are now flushed and his breaths far more uneven, with his hand moving to circle one pectoral before his fingers glide straight over one budding nipple and teasing his sensitivity right there with more passing rubs.
With Scott squeezing him just shy of pain as Shinjiro goes straight to cupping his groin, the mutant's back arching and emphasizing his own muscled chest now that his shirt is bunched up and clinging.]
Mm, yeah, keep going. It's fine. Although...
[His free hand tugs at the bottom of Shinjiro's shirt, trying to pull it up as much as he can-- fingers gripping tight around the material. A suggestion to get this taken off, although at the same time, he continues to grind down against the hand still cupping his half hard cock though his sweats. A part of him maybe unwinding just a bit, his hair becoming less tidy from its usual coil, as he lies flushed underneath him and not beating the fuckboy allegations one bit.] This is in the way, right?
[He asks breathlessly, voice tinted with arousal.]
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The mutant is a visual delight. Flushed, hair splaying back on the padded training mat of the floor, chest and stomach exposed with the way his shirt is shoved up. His muscles shift and tense and relax with every movement, another display of the speed and power he'd been displaying in their earlier spar. The faint shine of sweat and skin under the harsh gym lighting really defines it, and each motion of pleasure and need only serves to wind him up more.]
You're stupid gorgeous like this, you know...
[It's growled out, just a half thought as he returns to curling back in, his second hand moving up to run through his mussed hair, fingers curling in it to turn his head, letting him press right back into his neck, his quickening pulse, and the sheer warmth from him. The hand on Scott's dick grips more, sliding probably-too-languidly over the skin there, trying to draw out even more of that arching and breathing and sheer want that looks so good on the other man.]
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Yeah, just passing by all pretenses now, huh? No groping him through that clothed barrier, just his hand cupping him. His dick throbs half-hard against those warm fingers, Scott unable to stop his increasing uncontrolled reactions and the way he shamelessly twitches and rotates his hips, with one leg sprayed wide and the other rising up to wrap around Shinjiro's waist as he leans back in against him. It really is gratifying to have their chests pressed against each other, one hand snaking between them to trace those visible muscles he managed to look at, with the other cupping the back of Shinjiro's head-- hands loosely gripping his strands as he buries his face against his neck.
Fuck, it's hot, almost intimate in a stupid strange way, and he likes it. All of it. Scott's face remains flushed, his voice affected and breathy as he rolls his hips again-- encouraging that grip that's captured him.]
Hey, you're not so bad yourself. Hiding all that beneath that hoodie.
[Although, he does want to explore more. The hand that's been on Shinjiro's chest starts sliding down, inching closer and closer to the waistband of his jeans. First teasing with the edge before dipping straight down to grip his need, fingers curling before he pumps him hard. Once.]
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Scott ruts and presses his hips up into his hand, and Shinjiro can't help but encourage it-- grip tightening as he rolls up, loosening as he pulls back, keeping circled around his hardening dick.
The compliment being returned to him only gets the barest of acknowledgements, just a dismissive noise as he focuses more on everything else, his shoulders rolling back as the other man's hand trails down his waist as though to tease-- But instead directly grabs him. He's been obnoxiously hard the whole time, thanks to the suit, and is likely already damp with precum. His eyes shut and he lets out a pleased groan, tilting his hips into the grip as though expecting follow up-- but once seems to be all he's getting for this exact moment in time. He grip at Scott's hair tightens for a moment, almost pulling, before he forces his fingers to relax and just gives a frustrated huff.]
You really gonna tease right now?
[It's only a complaint on the surface, really. It's just a beginning, not nearly close enough to slake the burning frustration that's been building and burning since this started. In response, he doesn't pause his own stroking of the other man's cock, thumb slowly rolling up the shaft to press at the frenulum for an extended moment, before loosening back to the casual strokes again.]
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Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?
[Although, as cocky as he tries to sound-- not to mention it's mostly exaggerated anyway, there's a hitch at the end of his sentence there as Shinjiro continues to stroke his own need, body full on twitching and just so responsive still, leg tightening around his waist in encouragement. It's good, just something like this, though he can't ignore the fact that he really wants more too... and if he's feeling like this, he knows that the other is probably enduring it even harder.
He starts moving his hand, finally and actually paying attention to the other man. Fingers explorative at first, sliding up to his tip to swipe against the pre that's leaked from there, before gliding back down and spreading some of that slick against his flushed cock. All so that he can start stroking along the heat of his shaft, sometimes pausing just to tease fingertips right underneath that bulbous head-- nails edging right against sensitive skin.]
Mm, how much do you want man? I mean, like, I'm pretty okay with most shit.
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I just want to fuck you, [It's said bluntly and breathily, growled right next to Scott's ear and punctuated with another nip of it. It's honestly all he can think about right now-- not even the details, just the action, the sensation, the need to have a focus and a sensation for all the energy knotted up in his gut.
The downside is that would mean pulling back and giving space to. You know.Rrearrange some things. Find some lube (though he's sure there's plenty tucked into every corner of the fucking resort, so they won't have to look hard), spend the time actually preparing so there's no intestinal perforations or whatthefuckever. Full penetrative sex with other guys is super inconvenient, actually.
He doesn't let go of Scott's cock, though, swiping a thumb over the top and slowly pumping it again as he considers what he'd said.]
Might take too long... fuck, I dunno. [Let's be real: between the two of them, Scott's been here longer and is likely more experienced.]
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Then we'll get this ready.
[He tilts his head just enough to speak those words to him, quieter but audible because of their close distance. Scott isn't bothered by the idea of this taking too long and if that is the first thing that propped up in Shinjiro's mind, then... yeah. Of course. Helping him through what he's going through, it really is important to him, but again, more than willing to do this.
Scott just unwraps his leg from around the other man before reluctantly pressing his free hand against his shoulder, as if telling him to get up. It really does suck to get up right now, especially since Shinjiro's grip around his own hard cock still gets him to involuntarily twitch right underneath him.]
I know there's some lube by the bench there. This place always ready to support their guests with this. [Some derision in his voice, but he can't deny that it's very helpful right now.]
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Right. Go to the bench, get things, like he'd said. Then he could return and resume that contact and actually get somewhere more satisfying than them each just grinding with hands down each other's pants. While a basic part of his brain would prefer anything now over something better later, he forces through it.]
...Okay. [He mostly says it to kick himself into gear, to berate himself into actually following instructions and getting up. As he stands, he reaches down to do some quick dick adjusting, and then goes to scout for the lube Scott had mentioned. It's not hard to find. Like he'd said, the resort never left it's guests in need of sexual supplies. It barely takes half a minute for him to find it and return to kneeling on the mat, but it feels longer as his skin craves contact and another's warmth to add to his already feverish temperature. At least being separated is a decent time to take his damn jeans off, throwing those into the ether that the rest of the discarded clothes lives in. And he can feel thankful that Scott hasn't suggested anything as agonizing as going somewhere else.]
Here, [He offers Scott the lube after putting some in his hand, just in case he has any preference for application.]
And take your damn shorts off. [--or, don't? They probably stretch enough that they wouldn't be too much of a barrier, only serving as a soft semi-restraint of his thighs when pulled down past his ass, which is also kind of a hot visual in his mind. (Then again, what isn't a hot visual for him right now. ]
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He watches Shinjiro grab the lube from the bench before starting to make his way back to him-- and well, Shinjiro minus a couple articles of clothing. Fuck, okay. Strong, a little bulky, but still lean and yeah he's just appreciating his fully naked form now. Look, he's not ashamed in admitting that he's muscular and really kind of hot?? Appreciating hard muscle on other guys and how it lines their bodies has only been kind of a turn on since he got here.
Especially when he realized that he liked dudes too?? Yeah, that was a journey. But a journey worth having, probably, especially as Shinjiro hands him the lube and he laughs slightly, unable to stop himself. Someone is getting impatient, huh? Not that he really blames him. Honestly, he's controlling himself better than him when he got his suit flare...]
Yeah yeah, you're pretty damn bossy. [But sitting up, Scott starts yanking his shorts and boxers right off-- the loose enough clothing easily slipping past his thighs until he flings them off to the side. It's clear he doesn't care where they land, not when he's back to sitting down in only his training shirt with his erection clearly visible between them.
And then he's uncapping the lube and pouring it over his own fingers.]
So, you wanna just sit there and watch me? [He leans back slightly, other hand on the floor before he spreads his legs wide, and slowly teasing his lubed fingers down his abs and past his erection, before he decides to just slowly push one finger inside himself with much preamble.]
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Hell no, [Is the breathless reply he manages at Scott's teasing question, especially with the way he leans back and spreads his legs wide, dick leaning up against his stomach, everything on display, streaking the glistening lube down and into himself--
Like Shinjiro could sit back and watch, even if he'd wanted to.
He closes the distance between them quickly, sitting close, between those spread legs. He moves a hand between them to join Scott's, palm over the back of the other man's hand, his middle finger laying across the finger he'd breached himself with. His own hand is wet and slick, thanks to stealing some lube before handing the bottle to Scott: which is good because he doesn't hesitant with pressing at the edge of his anus, nudging his own finger up and against him to join Scott's inside him.]
Guess after a while here, you don't even hesitate, [It's an approving comment at Scott's willingness to jump right into it. Or hell, maybe this is how he prefers to do things. Either way, it's working out for Shinjiro.]
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Y-yeah, guess a part of me is used to it.
[Hold on, wait. His cheeks burn at that particular admission, and despite the fact that both his finger and Shinjiro's finger are now pressed inside him, spreading lube against his walls and starting to stretch him out, Scott actually tries to backtrack on what he just said because that's more critical. Never mind the fact that he keeps on pushing his finger in and out of his clenching entrance, his toes curled on the mat because of the small sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Or the fact that he shivers when his pointer finger bumps into Shinjiro's own digit as they continue to spread him together.]
I mean. Like, I have sex here and there with my friends in different ways-- I don't always just take it up the ass. It's just. Whatever. [Send help. Scott's dignity has been thrown out the window and can't be recovered.]
Look I'm here helping you.
[HUFF. Bold words for someone that has two fingers up his ass and his cock still hard right above said appendages.]
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His tongue moves over his lower lip from where it had dried from the heavy breathing, eyes sunken down to watch the way Scott's stomach moves with his breathing, cock hard and needing on top, and both of their hands awkwardly working on and in him. It's such a tight heat, muscles gripping around his digit as his fingerpads rub at his soft insides, rubbing more of that lube around.]
-Yeah, it sure helps.
[He's just sort of absently agreeing-- all his attempts at restraint, even if they've mostly failed, have been wearing. As soon as he's able to fuck the other guy fully, he's sure all of those few higher processes are going to go completely out the window.
He draws his hand slightly up-- tugging at the resistance of his ass to both explore and test, before returning to sinking in, palm pressing at Scott's balls with the way his hand is almost cupped over his groin. He's considering trying to slot another digit in, but impatience has him lean in and press his mouth at Scott's throat.]
-You ready yet? [christ man calm down it's been 2 seconds]
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[His words are more breathy that he wanted them to be. He wanted to sound just a little confident and bratty, because that's how normal go to when dealing with emotions that make him flustered, unless he's trying to shove them down into a corner of his mind. But he's far too flushed, pleasure constantly spiking through him, to remain that much in control. Still some control, because he's taking the whole leader boy thing seriously, but some of it has been pulled away and completely thrown elsewhere.
Especially as Shinjiro tugs the stretch of his insides, a sharp gasp echoing between them before it's fully accompanied by a squirm as he feels his palm press and rotate right against his balls-- his movements only getting him to shuffle against their combined fingers and causing yet another groan to pull from him as his heat is provoked and touched. It almost feels like a repeated cycle, pleasure building on each other, until he snags his free hand downward to grip Shinjiro's own need in an almost commanding grip.
And in a slightly out of breath manner:]
You better get this in me.
[Yeah, totally doing this just for Shinjiro... at least it's clear that Scott is just as much as an impatient bastard as him.]
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Though they're impatient teenage idiots, if feels like he's been patient and wrestling with himself and the suit flaring brightly on his neck for ages. So he gives something of a relieved groan as he pushes in. As much as the skin contact had helped, as nice as it was when they were handling one another, this is a different experience all together: It soothes something that had been scratching at his nervous system since the flare had begun, like giving into a deep want or instinct. Like it's correct to mount the other guy like this, press against and into him, feel that tight pressure encircling his dick and sliding up the shaft as he locks their hips closer together.
If he had any etiquette, he would probably be expected to pause, check in (ask if the lube situation was enough?), give Scott time to adjust, whatever. But it's not like he's ever truly fucked another guy before, and it's not like he's even capable of that amount of higher thought or planning. The rest of the world has basically fallen away in his mind: it's just this.
So with an appreciative curse and another pleased noise, he roughly pulls back and thrusts into Scott again, shoulders riding up and hands curling tightly into whatever skin they can find at that intense, amazing, and almost soothing action, the flare of pleasure that shoots straight into his gut at the start of a rhythm.]
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Unfamiliar, of course, because this is the first time he's been with the other man, but he's also not completely new to this overall feeling. The way his walls stretch but also grip the full girth of his friend, squeezing warmly as if letting him know he's accepted him. Just shy of feeling overwhelmed, but full in a way that he doesn't know how to describe-- but it's good. Shinjiro fucking him feels good. Guess the best way to put it is that he just enjoys getting fucked, but that's a bit embarrassing!!
Besides, even if he is the one with the sensitive skin of his anus stretched snugly around his need, he strangely feels in control. For now. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, managing that much even as his heart rapidly beats in his chest-- though it quickly breaks as Shinjiro starts thrusting hard into him, each tugging pull and smooth push drawing out a moan from the mutant because he completely feels that.]
Y-yeah, that's good. Keep going. [He pants, cheeks lightly flushed and just a little out of breath, but he figures it might help to verbally encourage him?]