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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 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

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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