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18 / Male / Bi / Four Three of Clubs

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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

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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

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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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[drugsnotclubs]

[The sudden grip on him diverts his attention away from everything, breath escaping him in something that's almost like a winded gasp. Not quite a whine, but something deep and needing nonetheless. The pressure is tight and firm, and Scott's words commanding, and who the fuck is he to argue? He pulls his own hand away gracelessly, instead pulling Scott's hips up over his thighs where he's kneeling on the floor, and fumbling one hand between them to do exactly as he'd been asked.

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.]