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
[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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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?