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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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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.

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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.

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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.

Potemkin felt precum being smeared on the insides of his pectoral muscles, making things slick and even more intimate between them. It felt like making a mess that neither of them could see just now. Potemkin started this thinking he would simply help Pembe alleviate his arousal, but from how he's sprawled on the bed, rhythmically gasping wet breaths as Pembe moved on top of him, it's evident that he got enjoyment from being of use to someone.

Normally the uses that were found for him were of protection, or otherwise for his strength, but Pembe having fun with his chest showed that there were more than that. Pembe pulled and prodded energetically, and yet Potemkin thought this was the most delicately his body had ever been handled, deeply and broadly but with attention down to the smallest detail of his skin. He never thought to. And neither did anyone else until Pembe.

Pembe could feel the slick fluid smearing around as well, though he wasn't exactly setting out for that purpose. He enjoyed the slick, intimate warmth as he humped, watching Potemkin's face as he let himself get more and more lost in how much he was enjoying this.

Potemkin's obvious enjoyment was only fueling Pembe's own, and he got a bit more rough with the big man's body, already internally committing to making it up to him once he was done - as much as the thought of investigating Potemkin's size was doubtless going to be an experience.

Pembe shuddered and panted as he kept going, hands eagerly groping and exploring those pecs for any sensitive spots he could find - nipples only a part of his investigation, of course. His breaths were getting more labored, and his thrusts more irregular - Pembe couldn't quite put it into words, but from his behavior and the throb of his shaft between those thick pecs, he was definitely getting close.

Potemkin did notice Pembe's increasing roughness as this went on, but he wasn't bothered. In fact he liked it, being groped and pushed with more intensity only giving his body more to go off on. Potemkin started deliberately squeezing his chest tighter around Pembe's cock, eyes kept on Pembe so that he could match his flexing with the thrusts into his chest. Potemkin felt a burning hot hardness between his cleavage, and he too could tell that Pembe was growing still more excited. He briefly wondered what was going to happen when they reached at that point, if Pembe will still be interested in this till the end or if he was going to have to come on his chest. He grunted as he brushed off the pointless question that didn't matter, and propped himself up on his elbows. If he was going to stay in this position for longer, he was going to adjust to be comfortable.

Leaning back, Potemkin relaxed into the sensation of having the vast plane of his pecs pinched and searched by much smaller fingers, occasionally giving a twitch or a kick when Pembe hit something.

Pembe loved those little twitches and kicks, grinning more as he kept toying with those spots - eager to make his lover squirm underneath him even as he felt himself approach the brink. He had no intention to leave Potemkin high and dry - albeit, with the surging feelings dragging him to orgasm at a pace far faster (and far more violently) than he'd believed he even could, he was quickly finding that he might need a breather.

It didn't take him long after that to cum, balls tightening some as he released into the space between those pecs. It had been a while for him - he could hardly feel comfortable masturbating when the object of his affection was so nearby - and Potemkin could likely feel the hot, slick pool of cum forming in the tight, slick space between his pecs.

Pembe panted, leaning forward some on Potemkin's chest - looking down at Potemkin with slightly tired, but definitely loving eyes. "God in Heaven," He breathed, chuckling, "That feels amazing." He wouldn't be surprised if his body suddenly decided it was time for a round two - or three - before all of this was over. Potemkin had certainly earned it, satisfying one of his biggest fantasies as he had.

Pembe was definitely going to have to learn how to best get his new boyfriend into positions he could snugly fit his dick into that crevasse, because he felt as though he'd just found one of the most beautiful things possible in his life. Affection-wise, Potemkin's mutual attraction, and sexually... the ability to have someone's pecs practically swallow up his dick.

Potemkin, still propped on his elbows, looked down at his own body and made a slow, leisurely survey of what was in front of him. Although he had barely exerted himself, he was sweating, his legs were tense and only just starting to unwind, and, although the mess wasn't apparent at first, when Potemkin relaxed his pecs, Pembe no longer squeezing between them, cum started to seep down the line of his cleavage, some of it dripping to his waist.

Here was the man considered a living warmachine, lying in bed and looking thoroughly fucked. The point was driven in when suddenly Pembe's face came in so close to him. Potemkin had met a man who didn't view him as freakish or intimidating, but as handsome, as sexy. He didn't know what was proper to say in such a situation, but he did know what was the right thing to do. Without replying to Pembe, Potemkin leaned up into his hanging face, for a full-mouthed kiss.

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Pembe watched Potemkin survey himself, sweating just as much as his new boyfriend - and enjoying himself as he watched his cum seep. In all honesty, Potemkin could probably have gotten him to want a round two with less - and yet, here he lay, and Pembe was just barely hiding the fact that he probably could have given in the second his afterglow wore off.

Pembe didn't know exactly how to respond either, but he was satisfied by a kiss - and he kissed back with a slow, patient, lazy sort of lovingness. He loved the feeling of Potemkin's mouth, the slick taste of their connection, and he broke the kiss after a few minutes only so he could get a proper breath of air, as shaky as he was.

Without really giving away his intent, he sat up some - settling on Potemkin's chest in a sitting position, grinning lazily down at him as his hand slid behind him and, stroking Potemkin's chest and navel as it passed them, curiously explored behind Pembe - considering he never turned around, eyes focusing on Potemkin's face even as he leaned backward - groping through the gargantuan man beneath him's underwear cloth, searching for Potemkin's member... and, of course, getting in a few little squeezes to his thighs through the cloth. Couldn't hurt.

Might as well get in some touches, right?

PSL for dreadnaughtfist

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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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120/120 shrines: a story about how botw swallowed me whole last week

I'd purchase that book

i'm glad, i was afraid it'd be solely purchased by vore enthusiasts and disappoint the lot of them

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