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18 / Male / Bi / FourThree of Clubs
18 / Male / Bi / Four
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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?]
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In comparison, Shinjiro is rough and messy-- his hair falling forward with the way his back curves and Scott grips and pulls his shoulder in, mouth parted with heavy breaths, eyes eyes relatively unfocused as he repeatedly thrusts into the man. The gripping sensation holding him tightly, pressing into that tight heat and drawing back, every time stimulating his nerves like a jolt of electricity straight from his dick to his navel to his spine. It's too much and not enough all at once, and just leaves him seeking it again and again.
His fingers press into Scott's skin harder as he picks up the motions and pace with a sort of needing, almost growling noise-- something both pleased and frustrated, demanding and wanting more, despite having everything that Scott could give.
He shifts up on his knees, just enough for a different angle with each press into that decadent heat. With how painfully aroused the suit flare had made him, all the touch and contact and unintentional tease of their hands before this, the frenetic pace caring only about seeking pleasure, rather than anything else: it's probably no surprise that it's not long before he's coming, muscles tightening as he stutters hip thrusts through it, glamorlessly spilling thick heat deep into the other man.
And ordinarily that should be it, followed by muscles slacking and cock softening and awkwardly trying to recover any scrap of dignity left. But instead it's only a brief pause as he comes, before his motions start right back up, as though there had been no interruption.]
Hah.... fuck... I'm...? [It's just curses, but the bewilderment and faint shock of his own body's actions likely bleeds into the tone. It's nowhere near enough, sure, and he still wants more. Despite the wave of pleasure that had eclipsed everything else, it's... almost like it hadn't even happened. That aching need is still curled up deep in his gut, he still just wants to touch, as well as be enveloped within.
He moves a shaky hand to Scott's chest and shoulder, almost a mirror of the way Scott clutches his own, but doesn't have the energy or control to restrain himself or stop and unpack things. Sorry my dude, we goin'.]