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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'.]
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Yeah, never been a quiet sex partner.
An added hitch of his breath as he hears that nearly feral growl, legs tightening around Shinjiro's waist, clamping tight and encouraging, even as his body rocks against the mat of the training room. Shinjiro's pace getting rougher, quicker, thrusting in and out of his heat in a way that's almost addicting, especially with the way sparks travel up his spine. He feels like he's getting close, his erection flushed between their abs and--
Then feeling the sudden warm release painting his insides without warning, not disappointing, really, but surprising. Uh, especially the part where Shinjiro is still hard inside him and throbbing. Almost like didn't just bury his seed right into his heat.]
...Keep going.
[His voice a little gravelly, clearly affected, but encouraging-- even if it wasn't needed as Shinjiro starts resuming his fucking. His other arm wraps around Shinjiro's shoulder as he holds him, telling himself that this is what the other man needs, but honestly, it's how Scott is embracing all this with the knowledge that Shinjiro may need to come a couple more times. His cheeks flush hard at the thought, especially as the noise of the other man's dick sliding through his own release sounds throughout the otherwise quiet room. Obscene enough that his cock flushes bright red, with each snap of his hips sharpening that pleasure from earlier to something even more bright and overtaking.]
I still got you, alright?
[Scott pants while gripping onto his control as much as he can. Look his cock really does feel fucking incredible, raw and taking him.]
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The mat is absolutely going to need a clean when they're done, between the leaked lube and cum and their sweat from rolling and writhing against it, but surely the staff members are used to that. At least there are showers?
It feels like he's never quite caught his breath as he moves, every exhalation hot and stifling where he curls so close to Scott's chest and neck, and every inhalation just bringing with it the faintly salty taste of skin and the smell of people. Flesh and action and fluids, all wrapped around one another. Somewhere in it, he works on finding his voice, thought as before the words are jumbled and clearly unthought.]
--You're fucking great, [Hitched words, and honestly basic and dumb compared to the sensations he's trying to convey. He doesn't have the thought or the words to describe the impeccably tight, wet and sticky hole and how it feels around him, or the satisfaction of the tops of his thighs hitting Scott's ass with the desperate rutting, chasing yet another high.
Like Scott had said, he's still got him, he's still got the situation under control, even if it means laying on his back on the gym mat below them and being aggressively fucked into until Shinjiro reaches another climax-- just like the first, messily spilling into him. This time he does pause, though, muscles shivering as he shudders with it.
Still hard in him, though. But at least more focused on catching his breath and trying to get his mind to cooperate. He seems a little more focused after the second orgasm, though still speaks a bit slowly, like someone only half-present.]
--I'll probably owe you more than a burger for this. [And he can manage stupid, self-depreciating comments! It's a slight improvement. He can actually look at Scott's neglected, flushed dick, though.]
You still okay? You want me to... [He trails off, lowering one hand to stroke at his cock. You know. You wanna come too? Not yet? This is way more than either of them bargained for, so he honestly has no idea.]
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You're pretty good too. [A breathy answer, even as he squeezes his thighs tight around the form above him, holding and encouraging to keep going. Wanting him to take as much as he wants and needs. Also because it feels fucking good too, each slide now easy without much resistance as his entire insides are coated with warm seed. Should he be embarrassed by that? Kind of hard to, when it feels nice in its own way. God he really is such a fucking freak huh.
...Maybe it's okay though. His voice seems to agree anyway, as he continues to cry out Shinjiro's name with each slap of their bodies meeting and it elevating to a higher pitch as he feels the rush of his second release pour right inside him and furthering the mess that's between his legs. His ass shakes and clenches around that hard girth, recognizing and feeling for himself how the other teen still isn't quite done, but he's somehow kind of excited by it.]
Burger... fries. A huge ass milkshake. [Scott breathlessly lists, almost mindlessly, his own hips paused though his hand has reached to the back of Shinjiro's head to absently play with the hair back there. Pulling at his strands before burying fingers through them, maybe similar in the way his anus continues to cling tight around him and not wanting him to retreat. He's helpless full-- filled to the brim and leaking, but so strangely content despite being pushed to his limit. It's the kind of push he likes anyway, his head falling back to the mats as he pants in the open air-- though he suddenly sucks in a deep breath as a warm hand suddenly wraps around him.]
F-fuck! It won't... won't take much. [Scott shivers, his cock pulsing in his grip and straining almost painfully hard. He briefly glances down to look at the image of Shinjiro's hand fully encasing his length, but his head plops back down on the mat so he doesn't come just from that alone.] Although... just want to come when you're fully done.
[Why?? A challenge to himself maybe.]
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Especially since he... wants to hold out? Hey, if he's enjoying it, instead of suffering in the edging zone, then that's fine. He breathes out with a shaky nod and withdraws his hand, leaving it neglected and swollen and red so as not to send him careening obver the edge. Voice breathy and shaky, he'll acknowledge it with a quick:]
Alright.
[Honestly... it's probably better for him, too. Better to not have Scott overworked and oversensitive and needing a break and a rest when Shinjiro still hasn't gotten through the weird bodily intensity of his suit flare effects-- something he has no idea how long will last. Hell, he'd assumed it would end as soon as he reached an orgasm, but apparently the Peacock has other ideas.
He shifts his weight, if only to put the strain on slightly different muscles-- some of them are aching, but not nearly enough to dissuade the demanding need to keep going, keep lighting up the pleasure of that hot, slippery grip around his dick, the wetness of his own semen being pushed and pulled, dripping down to the mat as he works in and out of Scott.
His own mind is all over the place-- half uncertain and worried about what the hell is going on with him and his body with this, half wanting and needing absolutely more, wishing he had more limbs or people or something more to do with his mouth, half wondering just how much Scott could take, how much he could be filled with, how it must feel, if his cum is excessive the same way his saliva feels--]
Hah-- fuck... [Breathless curses in between groans, and even if there's a muscle in his ass he's sure is going to cramp up at some point, he can't help but pick up the intensity again. Maybe one day he'll be a less basic and repetitive fuck, but for now this is all he can manage, with brief spots of lucidity between the completely abandonment of control and trust to the other teen.]
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Honestly, it's pretty hard to hold onto it now, when Shinjiro is fucking him in a way that gets his legs to tighten against his back. Every thrust shoving more of his release inside him, spreading across his walls, making him a fucking mess that it seems stupid that he's trying to hold out at all. He feels like he's going to be dripping for days after this. One particular shove gets Scott to press his hand against his abdomen, feeling the slightest bulge there and fuck.
It should be disgusting or unreal or numerous other negative things, but he just tightens his body even harder around his friend's erection, encouraging him to keep going. Keeping fucking. His fingers tighten against their place on his body.]
Fuck man... can even feel you like this. [A wet admittance, drool nearly forming at the corner of his mouth from pure sensation. Warmth flooding his insides while his cock still so hard that it helps him from just fading into that.] It's a lot, but keep going. Don't think I can't handle it.
[His heels press again against the other teen's back.]
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Those heels dig into his back, and blearily he's watching how the spittle pools at Scott's mouth, mirroring how wet his own feels despite all his dry panting and frequent swallowing. Eventually all the sensations and visuals and scents really just blend together into one extremely wet mess, to the point that neither of them seem to care where they are or what they're doing, just the act of continuing both their chase.
Finally, though, he does peak again with a heavy groan, and this time it's more sustained. His mind blank, eyes half closed, muscles tensing and holding taut through the orgasm. And this time, it's like a pressure had been released-- like he's finally able to fully empty, finding an actual crest instead of an infinite crescendo. When the world fades back in everything is still ringing a bit-- but at least he's getting closer to that post-nut clarity, mind restarting somewhere in there.
Which--- right. Scott has just sort of put up with being rawly fucked into for a while. He's probably desperate for some sort of relief, too.]
Hey... just let go, alright? [His words are rough and shaky, but he does return his hand between them. He hasn't quite fully withdrawn yet, despite his cock softening, but leaving Scott to be edged into eternity would just be torturous and unfair. He grips him firmly, the residual lube a bit tacky by now, but there's plenty enough precum to roll over the flushed head and smooth out strokes along the shaft, rolling up and down in a steady rhythm.]
I got you for a sec. [And then he wants to pass out or something but he's sure that initial fatigue will pass and they'll be able to awkwardly clean up and reschedule their date. Or. Whatever.]
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And... something in him, no not all the cum, feels kind of proud to see Shinjiro slowly come back to himself. His suit flare has worn out.
He still keeps his legs loosely wrapped around Shinjiro as he slowly comes to from his final orgasm, his own smile kind of floppy even though he totally meant it as a smirk. It's just hard to be cocky when you're still halfway filled with cock. His brain really is soup, huh?]
Hey-- shit, man!
[There's a half-assed comment or speech or something halfway teasing that's about to emerge, but all that's wiped as Shinjiro starts stroking his stressed erection. Not that he forgot about that, but it was slightly pushed to the back of his mind. But now that he's being touched again, it really isn't going to take much-- he probably would've come in just a few seconds after he started. The way his thighs shake around his hips probably proves that.
But with his friend saying that he got him, it almost feels like permission that he can finally let go.
His own warm splatter spills across his fingers, with a low satisfied moan leaving him. It should feel super intense after holding out for so long, and it is, with how his dick continues to shake and spurt out droplets of his release and parts of his body feeling completely uncooperative, but he mostly feels relieved-- head dropping back against the mat with a flushed faced as he lets all those tingling sensations run through his nerves.]
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And probably the first clue that Shinjiro isn't getting off that easy is the way he's tempted to taste it, despite his warm satiation and fatigue.
But instead he tamps that urge down and pulls back enough for them to separate and catch their breaths-- both likely looking ridiculous, curled and awkward on the gym floor, their clothes a complete mess on either side of them. (He's pretty sure one of his pant legs is inside out over there, but he'll deal with that when he gets there.)]
You.... ah.... [There's a concerned frown as he looks over Scott again. The complete mess between his legs, the way he's slacked against the mat. Which honestly looks pretty comfortable, and he'd be tempted to join him there wasn't that awkward post-control-loss self-consciousness creeping up to dig into the back of his skull. But he manages to keep from making an excuse and ditching. Instead he'll finish what he'd been trying to ask, once he pulls his mind a bit back together.]
You need any help...?
[With what, he has no idea. Cleaning up? Standing? Going somewhere more normal after all this? Listen, he doesn't exactly know the etiquette for this sort of situation. He brings up a hand to rub over his neck, as though it would get rid of some of the sweat sticking to him. Too bad he can't see the fact that his suit mark hasn't faded at all.]