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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 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?

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.

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.

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.

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..."

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.

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.

Pembe looked almost excessively proud of himself at the way Potemkin shifted and moved beneath him. Sure, Potemkin hid it okay at first... but he enjoyed watching Potemkin huff, and he licked his lips and shifted his hips when he heard him moan.

Pembe leaned in, carefully suckling on Potemkin's thick cockhead as he brought his hips forward, grinding his own already-reroused member against the base of Potemkin's own from his position - letting the balls touch to make it extra gay, of course.

Pembe was going to give Potemkin the service of a lifetime as long as he could help it, really.

It's an enjoyable fact that Potemkin's penis was large enough to accommodate multiple ways of being pleasured at the same time, but who knew if Potemkin's mind could actually handle it. Getting stroked by Pembe's cock rubbing against his own made him wince from the sheer intense feeling, on top of how his body was bending and relenting to Pembe moving on top of him. Fluid welled at the tip underneath Pembe's mouth, a sign that he was already on the way to coming.

Potemkin's mouth was open more often than not at this point, between the heavy breathing and the gasping and groaning, so he started to drool on the pillows, which was an appropriate look for how madly he was desiring Pembe.

Pembe could definitely tell that Potemkin was losing control of himself - and the drool was definitely appealing as he looked up at the other man's face, only further encouraged to stroke, massage, and suck at the other man's member.

And suck he did - eagerly licking and swallowing around that tip, sucking down the fluid that pearled from the giant's tip onto Pembe's waiting tongue. His mouth got less precise as he kept at it, letting out lewder, sloppier slurps and sucks as he kept grinding himself against that member, eagerly pressing the bigger man toward orgasm.

Potemkin was unraveling, getting further and already very far off from his usual coolness, the careful way he held himself that was easy to take for granted. But in a way Potemkin's restraint was still showing, because throughout all of his gripping and twisting of the bedsheets Potemkin did not buck his hips at all, lest Pembe end up skewered.

So it was at least partially deliberate that Potemkin's enjoyment was kept passive, receiving of the gifts of Pembe's glorious noises and patient tongue. Otherwise it would seem out of nowhere when Potemkin mustered the will to speak up.

"Pembe, I- I'm going to -"

Pembe, paying attention as he was, could feel Potemkin's restraint, and though he was a little bit disappointed, he was also quietly thankful. He kept up his attentions, stroking and slurping and teasing at that member, enjoying the feeling of the man's flesh tensing and squirming beneath him.

He raised his head at the man's declaration, before smiling up at him and leaning in, teasingly suckling at the head and licking. He did his best to open his mouth, and attempt to suppress his gag reflex preemptively. Of course, he planned to pull back if he was overloaded, but at this point, he didn't mind if Potemkin ended up soaking his upper half in cum - he just figured he'd give it a try.

Pembe was right to anticipate lots of cum. Potemkin's struggling words were a way of asking him what to do, because Potemkin expected Pembe to not be up for facing his load. Potemkin was entirely willing to pull out, and he would have rolled to the side and released in his hand. He wasn't relieved at all that Pembe stayed on, but he wasn't left with much time to panic.

This was all new to Potemkin so he could hardly conceptualize holding his orgasm back or relishing the feeling of being with Pembe for longer, not when in the middle of heated arousal. Like a pin being pulled, Potemkin felt abruptly let loose. He only gave a few more heavy breaths before ejaculating, first when in the throes of orgasm, then from a second shudder in his aftershocks, with two streams of come going down Pembe's waiting throat.

Pembe was thankful that he could swallow it without choking - previous experience paid off, though he'd never had something quite like this happen. He swallowed it, huffing through his nose and breathing heavy, unsteady breaths as he did, face reddening as he pulled back some - feeling as though he'd just chugged a drink, rather than barely anything.

He leaned back, and wiped as his mouth with a polite chuckle - gently rubbing at Potemkin's thighs, encouragingly. He let the mood settle for a few minutes, before he chuckled, voice gentle as he asked: "How was that?" The grin on his face probably spoke to how much he hoped Potemkin enjoyed it.

Potemkin didn't so much as pull away from Pembe as he flopped over, the layer of saliva left on Potemkin's cock cooling off in the air as the rest of his body was rolling off heat. He was a mess from his arousal, left with almost no energy to do anything but lie on the bed while the occasional shivers went down his giant body.

He took the full amount of time given to him before he opened his eyes, to see Pembe's face smiling encouragingly at him. He was utterly exhausted, and even seemed like on the edge of falling sleep, but Potemkin managed a smile back, corners of his mouth weakly pulling up.

"Pembe...thank you."

Pembe jumped at the sudden flop, but he smiled at the way Potemkin curled up some. He very gently moved forward - hand gently tracing up Potemkin's side - before he tucked himself up against Potemkin, wrapping his arms around him as much as he could.

"You're welcome," He rumbled, just as tired and pleased with himself. He nestled his head against his warm, tired, wonderful new boyfriend's chest, taking in a deep breath before settling in himself. He let himself just enjoy the press of skin to skin, the warmth to the point Pembe almost didn't want a blanket, and he was quite happy with what he had.

Of course, that was why he fell asleep so quickly - and why his sleep was as peaceful as it had been in a long time.

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PSL for dreadnaughtfist

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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yaaaay/boooo @ birthday distracting me

Belated Happy birthday!

tyty!! i swear to god why must finals do this to me tho

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finals have finally ended thank god