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
[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.]
[The moment when you sort of want to kick your own ass for making a stupid ass suggestion. He bites his lip when that hand leaves him as ordered, eyes staring hard at the ceiling and nearly telling Shinjiro to not listen to anything he says and touch him again. But. No, he's resisting!! Pushing himself to do this because some strange fucked up part of him wants it. Maybe because if he comes, he'll lose control?? And he doesn't want that right now.
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.]
[He takes his own bottom lip between his teeth, letting out another noise as Scott tenses up and doubles down on the pressure clenching around him. It's a short, needing voicalization, something only a step or two from being desperate enough to be called a whimper. Though he does feel desperate-- desperate and lost and needing and wanting and having and getting nowhere in a frustrating cycle of sensation. His muscles burn and back aches but still the only thing that matters is more.
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.]
[Scott has to wonder if there's something actually weird or fucked up in his own brain that he actually notices how that final groan from Shinjiro sounds just a bit different compared to before. It's one with an undertone of relief, something edging on a bit more satisfied and less frenzied, and something in him feels both satisfied, relieved, and maybe even a little disappointed that all this is about to end. That's definitely the freak side of him though that's going to be punted into the stratosphere. This has been more than enough-- his insides are proof of that.
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.]
[He can't help but watch as Scott lets go. The way he moves, the way his dark, desperate erection finally gets to release, the way that energy can crest and flow over and out of him. He's locked onto the way Scott's lips move as he moans, breathes-- the messy arc of semen spattered across his own stomach.
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.]
[He's so sweaty and probably kind of gross, but also, he's nicely fucked out-- the mutant only making a small groan as Shinjiro slips out from inside him. It leaves him feeling almost empty, but he's more than fine just resting here. A notion that's supported by the fact that Scott hardly moves or reacts, just breathing in and out on the mat as his semen dries on his stomach. Yeah, he's exhausted and all that shit, but it's a nice kind of exhaustion as it settles against his skin, with an almost stupid smile being sent towards Shinjiro's way because he sort of forgot about being the whole leader thing.
Also he can't help but get a little attached to people whenever he has sex with them. Casual sex is really a hard thing for him to follow, and it should be silly or stupid, but he can't help it. At least they've already established a pretty good connection before all this. It just means he might get a little more attached--]
Nah, just let me rest here for a second man. [A small tired laugh breathes out from his mouth, Scott still clearly trying to get his bearings straight again. He brings one hand to run through his sweaty hair, as some semblance of his regular control returns.] Are you good though?
[He then waves a hand in Shinjiro's general direction.] Your dick all set?
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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.]
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Also he can't help but get a little attached to people whenever he has sex with them. Casual sex is really a hard thing for him to follow, and it should be silly or stupid, but he can't help it. At least they've already established a pretty good connection before all this. It just means he might get a little more attached--]
Nah, just let me rest here for a second man. [A small tired laugh breathes out from his mouth, Scott still clearly trying to get his bearings straight again. He brings one hand to run through his sweaty hair, as some semblance of his regular control returns.] Are you good though?
[He then waves a hand in Shinjiro's general direction.] Your dick all set?