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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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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.

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

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

I'd purchase that book

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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.

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

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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.

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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?

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Potemkin kissed, with underlying strength and firmness to his presses and mouthing of Pembe's face. But that effort was the exception. Potemkin lounged on his arms, content to lie on the bed and return Pembe's stare. He neither wanted to sleep or move to clean himself up yet, but this moment he wanted to hold.

He didn't stay that way however because of Pembe's touches. Potemkin's muscles down there were tense from how Potemkin had bunched his legs during all that stimulation, and they snapped up under Pembe's hand. Said hand was now brushing over the outline of a very wide cylinder, not rock hard yet but enough to be distinct through the cloth.

"Huh?"

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Pembe didn't mind the idea of being held, of course, but he didn't want to leave things alone. He knew he'd fall asleep if he just let Potemkin hold him, and he definitely wanted to repay the favor.

He got the gist of Potemkin's personality enough to know he'd likely say he didn't need the attention, but he figured that wouldn't mean he didn't want it.

He smiled a bit down at Potemkin, scooting back some - deliberately placing himself between Potemkin's legs, settling his hands on the man's thighs - holding them spread, though Potemkin could probably still have closed them if he wanted.

"I want to repay the favor," Pembe offered, just a little nervously - "If... you don't mind, I mean..." He offered, still worried about having Potemkin force himself.

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Pembe moving lower and lower in front of his eyes caused Potemkin's heart to speed up, from its relaxed pace just moments ago. It's another reminder of just how...tiny Pembe (or anyone, really) was compared to him. Potemkin told himself to relax, to let Pembe crawl on him and do as he wished. He is unlikely to crush him unless he kicked at an unfortunate time, and if his thighs stayed caressed by Pembe that's not going to happen.

It's after he's steeled himself that Potemkin replied. "I don't. Do as you want," Potemkin said with a calm determination, still angled on top of his arms in such a way that he looked imposing to Pembe below him. Potemkin's verbal tone was one thing, but inside he couldn't help an amount of excitement and curiosity welling up at what Pembe had in mind to make him feel good.

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Pembe would hope that Potemkin wasn't about to crush him - it'd be an unpleasant way to end the night, after all. But he left his hands on those thighs anyway, and when Potemkin gave him a response - even though he sounded quite calm and determined, and looked the part - Pembe had noticed the delay, and he could swear he felt Potemkin's skin trembling slightly beneath his.

He nodded at that, gently reaching forward and fondling that thick bulge with a hand - before sucking in his breath and moving to tug away Potemkin's undergarments, pulling them back just enough to gaze upon the prize hidden beneath them. He knew Potemkin was big - huge, even - but he wanted to see it. He wasn't sure what he'd be able to do with it, but he at least wanted to see it.

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Potemkin was breathing very carefully while he paid attention to Pembe's hand at his cock, squeezing and touching it. He's cut off into an abrupt gasp when the cloth was pulled down enough to expose him.

Potemkin had much larger equipment than what could ever fit on a normal-sized man, just by being Potemkin. Other than that though his cock was more notable in width than length, chubby even. Not that any of that was anywhere near Potemkin's mind right now. If Pembe crawling down at his legs brought attention to their relative sizes, Potemkin was mortified at how big just his cock was.

"Pembe..."

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Pembe had kind of expected as much - though he gazed down at Potemkin's member with a mild sense of wonder. He had figured that lip service was probably all he'd be able to do, but... he had the feeling if he ever wanted to do much with Potemkin, he'd probably need to practice. He was certain it was possible to have sex with him...

... Pembe just wasn't certain it was healthy. Still, he looked up at Potemkin and smiled, gently curling his hands around it and bringing it to full mast, leaning in and gently pressing his lips around the tip. He didn't intend to attempt to give him a blowjob - not until he learned to spread his jaw wider and suppress his gag reflex completely - but he leaned in for now, gently sucking at the tip he could fit his mouth around - hands stroking Potemkin's length as his tongue gently slurped at the tip, teasing every bit of Potemkin's member he managed to fit into his mouth - as little as that may have been.

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Potemkin's face went from embarrassment to...something, at getting his cock stroked, then Pembe putting his mouth on it. Potemkin was a man who had been shot at multiple times, yet nothing came close to so easily affecting him as some tender attention to his cock.

He managed to hold his pose in order to keep the thinnest veneer of not being phased, but the licks to his cock chipped away at his self-control. Potemkin's hands gripped the bed and twisted the sheets.

"A-aah! Aaaah..." Potemkin made shaky breaths with his mouth, while longingly looking down at the face of his lover the whole time.