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
...
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
[Admittedly, despite all his confidence about this sort of thing, it's really not that often he takes it up the ass-- he can count on less than one hand the number of people he's done this with. A small detail that he's not going to bring up, because he doesn't want Shinjiro to hesitate at all or feel like he needs to go slower. It's fine-- more than that, really, a small breath leaving Scott as he tries to control his body's reactions. With that exhale, he forces himself to relax, with one hand reaching up to wrap over Shinjiro's shoulder as that persistent pressure eases inside his heat.
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?]
[Really? Scott is absolutely the one in control, despite their positioning. He's the one still fully in his own mind, still able to lead and encourage. While he might be on the receiving end right now, he's definitely the one with a handle on the situation.
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'.]
[Not that he's necessarily glad that Shinjiro is losing his own control in all this, but it's a sign that he is letting go and hopefully finding some relief from the way the suit is pulling at his body-- his feelings. Whatever else. He knows how overwhelming that fucking thing is sometimes, with him battling two suit flares at once when he initially arrived here, and needing help. Accepting it. And now giving it in turn to someone that he truly wants to help and honestly be with, Scott's mouth open and unable to shut as an endless stream of encouraging noises spill out from him.
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.]
[As before, it's almost a strange mockery of some sort of romantic intimacy, they way Scott holds him close to his chest, the way their limbs are wrapped and tight around one another. But Scott is right: he does need this, will continue needing this, and every gasp and praise and encouragement is more permission to get completely lost.
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.]
[There's something sarcastic at the tip of his tongue hearing that compliment, though it also battles with something genuine inside him as well. It's just kind of funny to be praised while taking it up the ass, but he also gets it. And. Well, whatever pride he has, he's also still glad to be called a great fuck. So, maybe that's why irony and normal defense mechanisms disappear to let Scott respond in a similar manner.]
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.
[It's a weird, fucked up situation that neither of them had counted on, but it's reassuring that they can both make stupid comments. A way of touching base and checking in without using any sort of direct words or real acknowledgement. Scott's intense reaction to his cock being touched has Shinjiro pause, though, just to make sure he doesn't push him too far.
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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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.]