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Pembe had had a series of unfortunate happenstances - that had ended up with him rather... homeless, and then taken in by a rather overlarge man. ... While there were several problems Pem could have really had with this arrangement, he'd done his best to take it all in stride. He was used to sudden change - it was how he'd lived his life up 'til now... though he'd hardly interacted with the other man other than polite introductions and a bit of idle chatter after convincing him that him staying there was better than a shelter. It'd only been a day or two since he'd... "moved in" (which was such a stretch of the phrase, considering the most he'd done was bring his clothes, camera, a small box of particularly random junk, and his cat... Assuming Potemkin had no problem with animals, of course. Gren was a fearless little scottish fold, as it were. As irresponsible as he felt moving around so much with a cat in tow, Gren seemed to bear it just fine. Pem generally didn't have much more than that to his name - he'd yet to actually find a job he could settle at, and freelancing had only encouraged his already natural drifter tendencies.)

Of course, Potemkin had... tried to get him to go to a shelter first, but as the cards had laid, it wasn't a particularly good option for Pembe. While he'd considered it, shelters were, for one thing, not a good place for cats (and in spite of it all, he was damn attached to his cat), and two, he was definitely not a fan. It'd taken a bit of convincing; Pembe had had to emphasize that while his things were meager, they were still expensive, and he was willing to assist as a housemate however he could in exchange for a place to stay where he wouldn't have to worry about having someone steal his camera... but he thought it'd gone well, considering that Potemkin had let him stay.

Though he'd promised to assist however he could with Potemkin's daily life... he did feel particularly useless at the moment. His current situation had him on a couch, with Gren bedding in the (now emptied, though it still hadn't had much) aforementioned box of junk. So, instead of giving in to the impulse to continue being useless, Pembe opted to take another option: start trying to do as he promised earlier. Potemkin would soon find himself hunted down by the big ball of pink that was Pembe - hair dye, glasses, and shirt making him... very pink. Pembe was large by most's standards, considering his height of 6'3", but Potemkin sort of outstripped him by leaps and bounds. It was a strange feeling - he rarely had to look up at people. But if he was going to room with Potemkin for long - which he was sort of hoping, given the area was fairly ideal - he'd have to get over it.

"Hey!" He greeted, throwing up a hand in a sort of wave when he caught Potemkin's attention. "I... uh, I was thinking I should get started on that whole business I offered earlier. Chores and all." He suppressed the urge to say he'd felt like a useless lump just because he hadn't started immediately, "You got laundry or... y'know, something I could help out with?" His smile was awkward - living in a house with someone you barely new was always destined to be awkward - but Pembe... was hoping he could at least get to know him, anyway.

Lord only knew if Potemkin's living style was clean and tidy or an utter mess... Judging from the man's bearing, Pem could've bet on either or.

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The smaller man chuckled, leaning in some and pressing his forehead to Potemkin's. "Don't." He smiled, before gently stealing another kiss - "I... well, I'm not the most subtle person in the world, but I know how to hide when I'm attracted to someone." The embarrassed tinge to his voice implied he was a bit understating it.

He shook his head a bit, attempting to be playful: "I'd probably have fessed up sooner, if I knew you felt the same way, though. You're hard to read, Potemkin!" He didn't sound actually disgruntled - rather, he actually sounded affectionate. He squeezed his arms just a tick - "It's... it's really cute."

And he meant that - the times Potemkin was hard to read, in hindsight, were really pretty cute. Potemkin as a whole was pretty cute. (Given, Potemkin had probably never been called cute in his life, but Pembe was likely going to change this fact very quickly.)

Potemkin's reminiscing on the past was put on pause, because that kiss sneaked in there left him stunned for a second. But he could just as likely been stunned from being called cute. That's something he would never have expected. As his brain started to kick in again, he decided that his feelings on it were good. It's a special sort of compliment, coming from a dear man.

He closed his eyes and gave a small tilt of his head. "Cute? I wonder what else you thought of me as," Potemkin said as he started to take steps while still carrying Pembe. Having a long chat in the middle of the living room wasn't going to do.

Pembe chuckled, "From anyone else, I'd think you were fishing for compliments." He noticed when Potemkin started to move, and though his heart pounded slightly - both because he was quite interested in where he was going and he'd never quite been carried like this before - he did his best to not get too obviously excited.

"But... I mean, I think there's a bit too much to just list. Handsome, intelligent, dedicated..." He chuckled, patting Potemkin's shoulders to emphasize his next one on the list - "Strong." He sounded quite impressed about that one. It was a scary (but wonderful) experience, to be carried like this.

Pembe is such a negligible weight on Potemkin's strength, he carried him without thinking much of it. Instead his attention was on Pembe's words. For the most part those were compliments that sounded more familiar (except for handsome - Potemkin was unused to thinking about his appearance in any way other than how it stood out). But coming from Pembe those words were inherently graced with a sort of significance, and he's a little bashful at all that. "I thought I was honest about how I thought of you, but apologizes if things were unclear. As soon I really knew you, I could recognize that you are a superb person."

Of course, there's a difference and a step between thinking someone is great and making out with them a few times in a row.

Pem chuckled at the apology, shaking his head. "I knew you didn't think poorly of me, and all... I just didn't know you were attracted to me, you know?" He chuckled, a bit stilted as he hunted down words.

"I mean... there's a difference between good friends... and wanting to date someone. And be intimate. And all." He shrugged, trying to avoid awkwardness (and failing miserably). "Given, we're both apparently bad at reading each other, on that one."

Potemkin finally reached his destination, and gently put down Pembe on the couch he used as a bed, butt first. Pembe's confused, rambling wording didn't help out Potemkin either at understanding things, and he seemed more confused than when Pembe started. Except for the main point. On its own Potemkin could certainly agree that there was a difference between friendship and attraction, but applying those ideas to his own life put him on the spot in a way he never felt before.

So did bringing up intimacy. Even now the idea made him flustered, and caused him to question himself. "I...really didn't know myself, just until now, what I wanted. It's probably impossible to read what's unknown to the thinker," Potemkin said. Potemkin tentatively reached out with his massive fingers to behind Pembe's back, like both a gesture of longing and to tuck him to bed.

Pembe wasn't quite sure what to make of the placement, but he chuckled, a touch unsure - even as he let Potemkin touch his back. "Yeah... probably." He wasn't sure about that - basic movie knowledge suggested it wasn't quite true - but he wasn't sure if he should bother bringing it up.

Pembe leaned into the touches some, sighing gently. "If... it's not too sudden, Potemkin," He started, gently, "Can I sleep with you tonight?" He'd felt his gut churn when it seemed like Potemkin was trying to tuck him in; the idea of being separated from the bigger man felt like a pound of bricks weighing against his heart. It wasn't that he was clingy in his affection - anything but - but he hadn't forgotten what had chased him into Potemkin's arms to begin with, and even the wonderful revelation wouldn't help him manage sleeping alone...

... And Potemkin was right there, and he had admitted his affection...

Potemkin's hand stopped, like he didn't think of that at all. It's nice to feel Pembe press into his hand, but he would have pulled and folded a blanket over Pembe next. Instead he held still.

"Uh, of course!" Potemkin's initial awkward response correcting into eagerness. Potemkin wasn't stammering because he didn't like the idea - in fact he found it amazing, to the point it was hard to believe this was happening. But that's also the reason why it shook him. It's such a new idea for him, it's hard to consider.

There's no point in staying still though. Potemkin stepped away from the couch, and motioned toward the hallway leading to his bedroom.

Pembe chuckled a bit at the little 'uh', amused by the little stammer as he went ahead and stood up - his own smaller hand gently catching Potemkin's as he made the walk to Potemkin's bedroom.

He'd marvelled at the fact Potemkin had a bed that fit him back when he first moved in - though now, admittedly, he was quite excited to share it with the far larger man. Even as he thought that, however, a gentle and awkward thought came to him - and he saved it until they were in the room, but...

"How... erm, how do you usually sleep? Like, clothingwise," He bumbled, looking up at Potemkin with a slightly concerned expression. "I... well, you can probably tell I don't mind whatever you like! I just would hate to be overdressed. O-or underdressed, I mean."

Honestly, Pembe would have assumed Potemkin slept in the nude, and as much as that sounded appealing to him - it might've been a bit much for the both of them. ... Even though every bone in his body ached to insist on it. He wanted to explore Potemkin and mentally map every inch of him - he gently beat back his own thirst. He could resist temptation, if Potemkin was shy!

He hoped, anyway...

"I sleep in boxers," Potemkin answered. Which wasn't much less revealing than what Pembe was imagining, considering how much of him was contained in his top half. Potemkin had never shared his bed with anyone (despite its vast spaciousness), so he needed Pembe to think of that detail for him. Not that he seemed nearly as concerned with it as Pembe. His view on this was completely chaste, as much as he was looking forward to the idea of cuddling.

He already was walking over to the dresser and undressing from his shirt and pants. He only gave a small head toss back in Pembe's direction to say "You can dress whichever way you want."

Pembe was quite satisfied with what he was told, at least - thankfully, he could probably withhold his thirst. Maybe. He hoped? Possibly? He was having a hard time thinking of this as chaste, as much as he thought Potemkin probably was thinking of it in a chaste way.

"I'll just match you," Pembe offered, chuckling awkwardly as he quickly set himself to stripping. To his credit, he was wearing actually nice underwear - some pastel pink boxer briefs - though he clearly looked a bit shy about his own body, compared to the massive titan that Potemkin was.

He settled on a corner of the bed, waiting for Potemkin and trying to contain himself (and hoped his forming erection wasn't terribly easy to notice, in spite of the skintight fabric.)

It was very considerate that Pembe was giving Potemkin space to lie down, because Potemkin took the majority fraction of the bed even without any sprawling. Potemkin acknowledged Pembe's gesture by getting on the bed methodically and gradually, not causing a single shake across the mattress.

As soon as he was on the bed however Potemkin truly relaxed, his shoulders dropping and muscles being allowed to move with just the ebb of his breathing. He probably never looked more soft and pillow-like than he did now, even if what was mostly facing Pembe were his bulky arms. It was partly because he was to his side that Potemkin didn't go out of his way to analyze Pembe closely. He already saw Pembe like this before, after all, on laundry day. His eyes continued to be drawn away from Pembe when Potemkin reached to the foot of the bed to pull up a blanket.

"Good night, Pembe."

Pembe watched as Potemkin settled in, considering everything for a moment - wanting to do quite a few things at once to the man exposed before him. However, instead of giving into his lusts - as much as he really wanted to - he still found that he wanted just a little bit more - he wanted to at least touch Potemkin.

So when Potemkin went to grab the blanket, Pembe scooted in some - gently pushing himself into the space between where Potemkin's arms rested - and tried to wrap his arms fully around Potemkin's mass. (He failed, but he tried.) "Good night," He mumbled, trying to play off his move some - they'd just made out. Clearly a bit of... half-naked hug cuddling wasn't out of the question. Clearly. Hopefully Potemkin wasn't about to notice anything pressing into his abdominals.

Edited (why must all my icon keywords be in turkish) 2017-02-11 05:32 (UTC)

Potemkin blushed a little from suddenly feeling skin-to-skin contact from thickest part of his torso to his waist. He just carried him like a doll in his hands, but he had never felt Pembe or anyone else in this way before. He looked down, the surprise easily readable on his face but the heat less so due to his dark complexion. The small smile that was there too answered that he wasn't offended. He moved his arms inward to give Pembe a hug, drawing him closer (and pressing that part of Pembe's anatomy harder against his abs.) He was too tall to bring his face to Pembe's, so he threw his head back into the pillow in satisfaction.

Pembe noticed the look down at him and the surprise on his face, but tried to not look as flustered as he felt. (His face still turned a level of pink comparable to the dye in his hair, but he could pretend that wasn't happening.) He took the smile as a good sign, at least - he let himself be hugged, trying his best to not express his extreme satisfaction with his situation even as Potemkin pulled his face further into his pecs.

He'd wanted to do quite a few things to them before, and his - ahem, anatomy eagerly pressed against the abs he was up against. He did his best to pretend it didn't exist, even as he pressed his face some into those pecs and let out just a little sigh of contentment. He could feel the way the man threw his head back, and he let out a little chuckle. Potemkin being vaguely cute was a good distraction. He gently nuzzled into where his face was and planted a tiny kiss there, emboldened more than a little bit by Potemkin's apparent happiness to have him there.

Potemkin made a tiny jolt in bed when he felt a peck down there, slightly damp and shocking, but he relaxed when he realized what it was. Since he had already leaned back into a settled position, Potemkin didn't move out of it or look further at Pembe, instead continuing to hold Pembe in his hands like he had found the greatest teddy bear, easing into a gentle back and forth along his back.

He could have easily fell asleep doing this, but he made a final squirm against the mattress, and with his eyes closed he asked innocently "Am I bumping into you?"

Pembe felt the jolt and grinned to himself, just huffing and settling in. The gentle rubbing at his back was nice, too - and the warmth of Potemkin's skin, and the soft firmness... he pressed in just a bit more, half ready to fall asleep - his lower half not so much, but he could deal with it.

At Potemkin's question, however, he tilted his head up some - breath passing between the cleft of Potemkin's pecs in a way that could probably tickle as he let out a (slightly muffled) "Mmm?"

He was kind of curious what Potemkin meant, though he resisted a little snarky comment to settle on his sleepy half-rumble. He was sort of pressed thoroughly against the other man, so they were definitely bumping up, and he liked it that way, is what he'd been tempted to say. The only thing that held him back was a worry it'd be too flirty - he didn't want to push too hard.

Even though his endowment was doing quite a bit of that.

Potemkin hummed and questioned despite Pembe not helping him out. He definitely was feeling something sticking out, but it seemed out of place to just be his hipbone or knee. Finally he scooted back to open a crack of space between them, and opened one eye take a look. The shape of what was blacking out that space was then clear, as he looked straight down along their bodies, and it was not far off from his legs.

He flushed. Spent a few moments speechless. Probably brainless too, since Potemkin had no clue what was right to think. But whatever he could have done, he didn't feel it was right to ignore it, not after Pembe had already confessed to being attracted to him. After that period of total silence he tentatively spoke up.

"Do you need help with that?"

Pembe felt the scoot, but didn't think too much of it, sleepy as he was, though he felt the little tense up from Potemkin - before looking up at the question. He followed Potemkin's gaze - before his face turned a deep crimson.

He looked up at Potemkin, trying to not look as embarrassed and awkward as he felt. "N-no, I'm good!" He offered, though he didn't really sound like he meant it. The idea of getting help with that had already wired down to his second head, and if anything, it looked like his bulge had only thickened.

"I mean, I wouldn't wanna... ask y' to do anything uncomfortable, or anything," He offered, lamely, trying to say something less flimsily obvious he would, in fact, like assistance. "I mean, we just figured this out, and all, and..."

Man, this was sounding even weaker than his last attempt. He petered off into embarrassed silence, firmly focusing on Potemkin's pecs rather than his face. Or his crotch.

It's hard to lie to Potemkin. He practically ignored Pembe as he considered what to do in light of the list of facts laid out in his head. Pembe was denying asking anything from him, but desire had already been set off in him, and Potemkin couldn't just tuck the thought away and go straight to bed.

He doesn't force exposing anyone. But without saying anything more, Potemkin moved back, closing the gap between them, until his bare pecs started to rub against his erection again. But this time he added a small thrust forward.

Pembe let out a shakier breath at Potemkin moving back against him, letting out a lower groan at the little thrust - pressing his thicker bulge into the man's pecs was like a dream, and Pembe wasn't sure what he should really do.

He looked up at Potemkin, face unsure, but - "Y-you wanna, then? Bbbbbecause, well..." He looked down at himself, then up at Potemkin, embarrassedly red-cheeked: "I-if you want to help, then... I sure won't stop you. B-but..." His own arousal spurred him onward, and he gently hooked his waistband and quickly pulled it off - his member now eagerly pushing flesh against flesh.

Pembe shivered, the sticky wetness of precum already drooling onto the space Potemkin pressed against. "Sorry if... that's uncomfortable, just... fuck, that feels as good as I imagined it would. Your pecs are just... perfect, Potemkin." He grinned, trying to not be awkward even as his dick eagerly pushed up against his now-boyfriend.

Potemkin shuddered much like how he did at being kissed, the cold and wet texture of it being a similar shock. As he shook, a minuscule vibration but palpable due to Pembe resting directly on top of him, he let slip a moan. It's a relatively high pitched noise coming from a man who rarely went above bass. He would have stared in wonder at seeing Pembe's naked erection for longer, but already it's being buried in his muscles and felt on his skin. It felt like he was being touched on a level distinct from any other time before in his life. He couldn't think of something that shared this feeling of dirtiness and attraction.

Pembe's dick is matching the rest of the man's personality, and as Potemkin felt the erection excitedly brush on him he felt the need to adjust for him, even as he's too overtaken by the mood to respond to Pembe in words. Potemkin did a flex of his pecs so that both squeezed Pembe between them. The muscle was deep enough to hide Pembe's entire width from sight, which is something Potemkin only discovered at that exact moment, given how he immediately heated up at the face.

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Pembe enjoyed the way Potemkin shuddered under him, and he cracked a little grin at the lower moan. "Good to hear you're already enjoying it," he rumbled, trying to remain playful even as he felt himself eagerly press his hips - and his erection - as deeply into the cleft between the man's pecs as he could. It was - in his own mind - bliss. He probably could've been satisfied with his dick simply staying there the rest of the night.

Of course, Potemkin's flex suddenly made that plan sound like he was underachieving. The way Potemkin's thick pecs flexed and rippled and practically swallowed his cock inbetween them, Pembe was halfway to orgasm from the sheer fantasy becoming reality alone. He'd never imagined he'd meet a guy with pecs that could do that - and here was Potemkin.

Pembe tried to not look as greedy or as needy as he felt as his hands pressed down into those flexing pecs, fingers sinking gently into the warm pec flesh his dick was nestled in as he gave it a little hump - dick eagerly pushing into the space Potemkin had created for it, the space between his pecs that Pembe was abruptly able to fuck.

Pembe was red in the face, too, but Potemkin had given him an inch, and his dick was taking him the full country mile. As embarrassed as he was to fulfill things he'd always considered idle sexy daydreams, he was having trouble justifying stopping. His hands groped Potemkin's pecs, practically massaging them to encourage Potemkin to keep his pecs flexed tight and taut. He probably would have blissed out at Potemkin letting him get handsy alone, but man, all of this at once... Pembe was red as a beet, but he certainly looked very, very happy.

"Mmmmfph."

A very undignified sounding noise sputtered behind Potemkin's lips. He was just learning all sorts of new things about his own body tonight. Pembe's cock might not be visible from the surface any more, but Potemkin still felt all of it. Through his chest he could feel the hardness being squeezed by his pectoral muscles, and it was his own body that was rebounding against Pembe's thrust. The concealed knowledge added a thrill to the act which Potemkin tucked aside bashfully. His personal acknowledgement was unneeded, since his body was already reacting. The flush that started at his face had spread down to his his neck, and the flesh underneath Pembe's kneading hands warmed a little too. True to what Pembe was encouraging he kept his pecs bunched together, but Potemkin would have done that without convincing.

Potemkin raised his hands since Pembe was sitting up. They were now moving freely and lightly, ghosting fingertips at points along Pembe's back and rear. Potemkin felt neediness of his own, and he acted out on a desire to feel more of Pembe.

Edited (typo) 2017-03-05 04:47 (UTC)

Pembe chuckled at the noise, half tempted to keep talking - though the feeling of the firm pecs of Potemkin pressing against his erection from all sides was growing more and more distracting by the minute. Pembe formed a grin, his own flush spreading as well - his hands getting more grabby, more eager as he gently started to hump into that tight, soft crevasse.

He had already started to precum, and soon the space between Potemkin's pecs doubtless felt warm and sticky from that alone - Pembe only enjoying his gentle pecfucking all the more for it. He was rock hard, and wherever Potemkin's hands came to rest on his body, he gently leaned into. He wanted to be touched - and as much as he wanted to grope every part of Potemkin, his hands were quite focused on molesting the man's pecs, pinching his nipples between his fingers, playing with them while he groped and toyed with Potemkin's pecs. They weren't about to leave their quarry anytime soon - so he was happy to invite Potemkin to touch him, instead. He could feel a sort of desperate eagerness for that, and he definitely wasn't about to say no.

PSL for dreadnaughtfist

;w; thank (i'll try and be faster anyway)

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why must tests come and disrupt the gays

Muscle gays

best gays

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school's rude as fuck, but i think i have time now!! sorry for the wait

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