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Scott 'has zero self-respect' Summers ([personal profile] laserguy) wrote2024-10-29 08:38 pm
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OPEN SEASON
@cyclops
17 / Male / Bi / Four Three of Clubs
Details
My Self-Summary

I'm Scott Summers and yeah I always need to wear these sunglasses, thanks for asking.

My Future Plans

Going back home.

My Talents

A lot of things.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

Stuff that doesn't suck.

My Ideal Partner

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Height 5'8" Body Type Lean, athletic build Smokes No Drinks No (mostly because underage) Drugs No Sign Libra Education Xavier's Institute Occupation Student Income None Children No Pets No Hobbies Normal things
art credit: one. two. three. four. five.
01. WINE OR BEER
idk probably beer

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
Clowns I guess

.03 SHOWER OR BATH
Shower

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
Ninjas

.05 TITS OR ASS
Yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA
Coffee

.07 SPICY OR SWEET
Spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
Summer

.09 LEATHER OR LACE
Leather

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
Depends

Personality Type
ISFJ-T
ENERGY
57%
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MIND
92%
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NATURE
60%
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TACTICS
82%
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IDENTITY
67%
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[personal profile] drugsnotclubs 2025-09-18 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Half his blood isn't in his brain right now, so by the time he thinks of a response to 'what are you going to do about it-' Scott has moved to 'how much do you want-', as though the answer could be anything: delicious, tantalizing, and terrifying all at once. What he'd ever wanted had never been a priority or something he thought about. It was secondary. But for probably the first time for him, the answer comes instantly, tilting his hips demandingly into the toying fingertips and pressing nails. Even if the sharp ridge of them trends just into painful against his sensitive cock, it's worth it.]

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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[personal profile] drugsnotclubs 2025-09-19 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[At least Shinjiro isn't suffering from one of the possessive suits. While he hates the fact that they're untangling themselves and Scott is pulling back, he doesn't fight it. It's temporary, and it's not like Scott leaves his sight-- but there's still a void left where the warmth of another person had been. He breathes out in an attempt to ground himself, and it's a bit of a shuddering exhale, eyes closing as he forces himself to focus.

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. ]