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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 noticed the exaggeration - as little as it was, it stuck out a bit. What Potemkin said afterwards, of course, also earned a little eyebrow raise. Pembe might've found this arousing or even enticing in another situation, but his tired brain was failing to connect the dots that he was being provided.

"Well, you've got it," He offered, sounding playfully amused. It was such a strange sentence to hear from Potemkin that it'd tipped something off somewhere, but he was still not quite realizing what Potemkin was attempting to do. His words were glowing with good vibes, as usual, especially with the addition of: "Not that you didn't already, big guy."

Potemkin closed his eyes as a twinge of affection passed through him at Pembe's sweet words. It took some willpower to not just fall over him immediately. It was entirely within his power to reach out and grab him in his arms for a full body embrace, which made it even harder to not do.

But Potemkin persevered, for the sake of the plan. Unsubtly one of Potemkin's massive hands moves to pull down his shirt so that the neckline drooped, showing more of the pecs Potemkin knew Pembe liked so much.

"Well then, I'm aware the time has come to show you how much you mean to me," Potemkin sounded surprisingly steady for how out of place this was for him, but Potemkin never hesitatingly committed himself to anything. "And there's more I have to show you."

Pembe detected the unsubtle movements to expose those pecs, and while he had to admit that was attractive, the attempts at seduction that came afterward were too adorable for Pembe to not take a moment before chuckling, eyeing Potemkin with pleasant amusement plastered all over his face.

Though he was still tired, two plus two finally did manage to equal four with him, and the dots aligned. His brain registered how adorable Potemkin was - and how cute it was he was trying to seduce him - though, as with some things, Potemkin's presentation could use some work. He chuckled, eyeing Potemkin with a pleasant warmth as he decided what to do with that information.

His first plan had been to simply call Potemkin out on it, but his second formed: why not reverse the tables? Pembe liked the idea - he'd felt Potemkin was more sensitive than he gave himself credit for a while now - and he went for it with a grinning zeal as he slipped back into the situation and out of his little chuckling observations.

"Is there?" Pembe asked, voice playful and seductive as he stepped in, taking advantage of the exposed neckline to slip his hands in and press up against those pecs, gently squeezing them with his fingers. He brought his nose in - as best he could, assuming Potemkin had bent down some to expose his pecs - to touch Potemkin's, eyeing him with zeal as he grinned. "I mean, I'd really like to see." He provided a little teasing kiss, grinning some more as he did. "Won't you show me?"

Potemkin closed his eyes, self-satisfaction all over his face. It turned out he had every reason to be confident in his abilities - after hitting this success in one go! Pembe was all over him, and Potemkin was proud of being the subject of his attention. Pembe's hands could only hold a small fraction of Potemkin's massive pecs, so the soft flesh slightly overflowed in the gaps between Pembe's fingers underneath Potemkin's beaming face.

Which also had blood rushing to it. Nothing to worry himself with. Potemkin softly returned the kiss planted on him, but he was quite eager to move on with his catch.

"It'll be easier in the bedroom," Potemkin said, while moving to unentangle from Pembe's up close body.

Even though Potemkin was eager to move on, Pembe wanted to enjoy himself a bit more. (And, perhaps, achieve Potemkin's goal - just on Potemkin, rather than himself.) He enjoyed the way Potemkin's flesh bounced and overflowed beneath his fingers, albeit he felt just a touch bad at the way Potemkin's face lit up.

But he chuckled, gently applying pressure to Potemkin's pecs - steering him back some, towards the couch. "Would it?" He rumbled, voice still playful. "There's some things we could only do over here, after all..." His grin was catlike, hands feeling out those spots on Potemkin he'd learned were most sensitive and gently teasing them.

One thing was for certain on Pembe's mind: he was going to at least make an effort to seduce, now, not just roll with it. Assuming he could move Potemkin around as easily as he hoped with just a few touches and a somewhat above average build.

Potemkin was an attentive and quick-thinking man (even if semi-distracted by affection right now), so it was immediately clear to him that Pembe was homing in on specific spots that were very hard to ignore. Pembe's brushing and squeezing came out as sharp, like pinpricks in their intensity, yet also with pleasure attached to each touch.

He wasn't expecting Pembe to hang on at all, so Potemkin rolled backwards on his feet, further into the living room. His eyes widened in the way a poor soul watches their hopes be dangled away from them.

"Guh, but. I cleaned it up..." Potemkin said, barely able to not give the whole game away with his words.

Pembe gently pressed Potemkin down, back into the couch. He felt bad at the look on Potemkin's face... but only a little. "It's alright," He teased, leaning in to the now exposed parts of Potemkin's body and gently kissing along the other man's neck, hands slipping against Potemkin's body.

"I just want to show you how much I appreciate your outfit," He purred, coming up with a reason on the fly. (It was mildly forced, but he wasn't expecting Potemkin to read too much into it - not while he was being so handsy and trying to tempt the other man into arousal.) "And you, of course."

He leaned in, hands settling on Potemkin's body for a moment as he moved himself in to straddle Potemkin's waist, carefully grinding his hips down as he gave Potemkin a catlike grin and leaned in to steal another kiss or two. "You don't mind, right?" He gave a half-seductive, half-concerned grin. He was half worried he'd overwhelm or upset Potemkin by not allowing things to go quite to Potemkin's plan, and he did want to avoid that, but he also wanted to at least show Potemkin how it was done.

It's illogical for Potemkin to protest to that, given that he chose what to wear in the first place (for the specific purpose of appealing to Pembe, even). But as he lied with his back to the couch, and he found that it's not just Pembe being an obstacle. His shirt was already pulled down earlier, which caused the shoulder straps to start going down the long way down that was his arms. It's a situation described as "lightly trapped", because all the possibilities of what he could do with his strength, realistically Potemkin would never think to force Pembe off.

"But, there's candles..."

Potemkin made his last plea softly, while Pembe's hips passed over the warm spot in his core and the rising mound in his shorts.

Pembe chuckled at that last protest - adorable as it was - before nuzzling up to Potemkin's neck, kissing it softly, making a trail up to his ear. "That sounds wonderful, but..." His hands gently squeezed at those spots, "There's no rush, right?" Other than the potential for the candles to light things on fire, but Pembe was quick to assume Potemkin was too meticulous to leave them in places they could do much harm.

He enjoyed the way those straps trapped Potemkin's arms, and he deliberately pulled that shirt down a little more - exposing Potemkin's pecs as much as possible, and pleasedly letting his hands move into the bare flesh, hips and ass still doing their best to be sensual as they ground down against that rising mound.

"Let me show you a good time, Potemkin." He purred, ignoring the way his own mound - though his was more of a bulge in comparison - ground up against Potemkin's abs. "You deserve it, my favorite stud." He was maybe dipping a bit into porn language, but that was most of his reference points for seduction, and they tended to work well when both of them were in the mood... and Pembe certainly was, at least.

Dirty talk was not something that would ordinarily have gone off well with Potemkin. But coming from his dear Pembe, who was crawling on his body like a cat bragging about its domain, being referenced as something crude and vulgar was still unfamiliar but oddly alluring.

With one more pull his breast spilled over the top edge of his shirt, the depth of his pecs being a fair amount taller than the tighter cloth. Having clothes on at all was getting more and more pointless, and with the way his body was bulging out of them Potemkin would have felt less exposed if he was just naked. As it was Potemkin was blushing all the way down to his neck at the immodesty.

"Pembe!" Potemkin gave a shaky smile at that offer, with the sort of nervousness of facing the unknown but not being unwelcome to it, especially with his partner.

Pembe had always enjoyed the way Potemkin's body overflowed, and while he felt awkward dirty talking to Potemkin (and who wouldn't?) just a touch, the way his blood flowed at watching Potemkin's pec spill over and his neck flush crimson was simply the tip of the iceberg.

He groped it gently at first, teasing it with his hand before he sought out the man's nipple, gently toying with it as well - even as he chuckled at Potemkin's shy calling of his name. "Is that a yes?" He teased, gently, though he was only asking in play - he could tell Potemkin was nervous, but he also knew by now that Potemkin would've stopped him a while ago if he didn't want to try it.

With that, Pembe was deliberate - leaning in and kissing at Potemkin's neck as his hand molested Potemkin's pec, doing what he could to tease and toy with his lover. He made sure to attempt to take advantage of Potemkin's situation with his clothes as well - deliberately ensuring both pecs were spilling out of Potemkin's shirt, wholly visible as he sampled them. He was - as ever - delighted to shower affection on Potemkin, and that much never seemed to change.

Edited 2017-07-27 20:39 (UTC)

At this point all the fight had thoroughly exited Potemkin like the air out of a balloon, and there was nothing in him left to resist at outright whimpering at Pembe's lips to his neck. Even a voice such as Potemkin's was capable of making verbalizations very distinguishable as whining, although they still came out as low enough to practically reverberate Pembe on top of him. Potemkin was not a man of redundancies, so he left it at that for his noises to double as his answer, instead of replying to Pembe's mock question.

Every touch and grab Pembe made at his body went straight to his dick. One of Potemkin's main sources of joy in his life was the ways he would help others, and he loved being useful. Pembe preying on his chest and making use of his body was getting him hard astronomically fast. Though Potemkin himself could only squirm in place on the couch, his erection made its way further against the cloth of his pants.

Pembe could feel that erection - not like he was about to miss the gargantuan thing beneath him - and he carefully applied pressure down against it, chuckling against Potemkin's neck as he rubbed up against him. His hands were happy to keep touching and playing with those pecs - he probably would've had a hard time stopping, even if he wanted to.

Still, he rumbled against Potemkin's neck, kissing up his neck, to his chin, to his cheek, to his mouth. He pressed his lips to Potemkin's with passion, hands fondling those pecs as he did - pressing his own erection heavily against Potemkin's chest. He was still dressed, after all - if he weren't, though, he probably already would have slipped his erection between those pecs.

He was definitely looking forward to that, to say the least.

It's the first time Pembe has actually acknowledge what he's doing to him, and Potemkin's cock ebbed and bounced against Pembe. Potemkin felt no need to adjust further, leaving that matter in Pembe's hands while Potemkin occupied himself fully with making out. Potemkin was practically a different man like this, aroused and red-faced, completely reactive and malleable under Pembe's excited hands and lips, to the point where he was curling into the sofa like he couldn't take any more.

Potemkin let his muscular neck roll to Pembe's movements so that Pembe could go at him at all sorts of fun angles, all without once lifting from his lips. Pembe was his beloved, and Potemkin could not think of anything better in the world than kissing him.

Pembe loved the transformation from the solid rock to putty in his fingers; he loved taking control in their closer encounters, and the idea of the huge man letting him do as he pleased was so intensely pleasant in and of itself. He could feel Potemkin curl, and it was only the way the man's neck swiveled that convinced Pembe to keep rolling with the flow - not that he wasn't happily looking for excuses to keep kissing his huge lover.

He ground his body down with eager affection, now - hands getting perhaps a little more direct as one slipped to work at Pembe's belt. He didn't let it distract from his attentions - and soon the softer cotton of Pembe's underwear was pressing a thick bulge against Potemkin's warm skin. The denim out of the way, Potemkin could doubtless feel the eager urgency of it - even as Pembe's now re-freed hand went right back to being distracting with how it roughly reclaimed and groped Potemkin's pec.

Pembe let out a low rumble as they kept kissing - eager to do more with his lover, as his bulge betrayed.

Edited 2017-09-20 03:47 (UTC)

Even though making out with Pembe didn't come with opportunities to lay his eyes on anything else, Potemkin could feel the soft underwear cloth on his chest, and the warm bulge pressing from behind it. Some happiness glowed on Potemkin's face, that they could be so fulfilled from some sexiness on the couch together. Potemkin knew Pembe well enough to be aware that Pembe would need more than just charged cuddling, though. Potemkin barely broke his lips from Pembe's to talk.

"Hurghhh, you should look in my pocket," and then Potemkin was back to letting his body be pushed around by Pembe's mouth and hands, being Pembe's plaything and object of affection.

Edited (tenses...) 2017-09-22 08:01 (UTC)

Pembe did, at least, try to be satisfied with charged cuddling sometimes - but when you were with a hulk like Potemkin who was so accommodating, it was hard to not go further. Pembe heaved an eager sigh into their kiss, hands and tongue continuing their assault some - albeit his recently free hand did, indeed, slip down into Potemkin's pocket, curiosity sparked.

Pembe was growing more eager, too - his breathing more heavy and aroused as he felt up every inch that Potemkin allowed him to. That cotton bulge strained against Potemkin's chest, the relatively smaller man wishing more than a little bit that he could just burst his clothes off as he saw fit.

If he could, he'd have already moved further - first, however, the question was what Potemkin's pocket held.

Potemkin continued making out while he felt Pembe as a bundle of warmth and arousal crawling on top of him. He was dedicated to occupying Pembe's mouth, tongue, and hands with careful ministrations returning from his own body, moving back against him with his mouth and chest. At the same time, Pembe's hand closes around convenience tearpacket of lubricant. Back when Potemkin still thought he had a plan for this, when he was that much more naive, Potemkin had intentions for that thing, involving a show in the bedroom.

It called on Potemkin's heroic willpower to withhold getting even more flustered at the memory, and what Pembe must be figuring out for himself. He managed to avoid making a face or heating up too badly, at least.

Pembe could feel that tearpacket - and he chuckled into Potemkin's mouth, grinning wider. There was a plan forming - at least, he could easily think of one. He pressed his lips against Potemkin's mouth a moment longer, then pulling back just long enough for a quip: "Heheh, you really had plans, huh! Cute!"

He couldn't restrain his mix of amusement and arousal - he was clearly pleased, even as he dove back in to keep kissing his lover - and one hand sneakily tore open the packaging before he was abruptly massaging lube into Potemkin's pecs. There wasn't nearly enough to lather them both up - not that Pembe minded that too much, it was a smaller packet - but he enjoyed the messy feeling of smearing it across Potemkin's pecs.

He was most enjoying the sort-of-sloppy sounds it made - even as his dick longed to be freed, he was already practically purring. "Potemkin," He mumbled, breaking the kiss again for a moment - "If you, heh, want me between these," He squeezed Potemkin's pecs, "Y-you should handle my underwear. Y' have my permission to be, heh, rough..."

Potemkin kept his face and Pembe's jabs glided over him. Potemkin heard a lot, from struggling enemies in the middle of battle or even his instructors who were trying to push him to train his hardest. It was certainly less sexual in those instances, but Potemkin could adapt to this.

But Potemkin jumped and squirmed briefly when he felt the cooling sensation of the lube touch his skin, the gigantic muscles providing a smooth, blank slate for Pembe's hands. Potemkin pouted out of heightened self-consciousness, almost nervousness, at how he was being prepared.

When Pembe backed up, Potemkin looked Pembe in the eye, his gaze and lips trembling. The squeeze was just rubbing it in at this point.

"Huh, yes! At once, Pembe."

If Pembe finally allowed him to pay attention to himself so he could do his demands, Potemkin freed his arms from his top. He reached out to Pembe's hips that were sitting above his torso, and started by palming Pembe's package, moving to the front and back. Potemkin got enjoyment from how his balls and dick squeeze his hand.

Edited (tenses, missing from) 2017-12-27 06:48 (UTC)

Pembe hadn't meant them as jabs - he'd sounded more like he really meant them. As much as 'cute' tended to be a jab, in this case at least, Pembe hadn't quite meant it as one... well, entirely, anyway. He smiled at the squirming, enjoying how Potemkin - usually so solid - trembled, though he hoped it was a submissive and desire-filled trembling rather than something that'd make him want to stop.

He grinned at Potemkin's obedience, though, and did at least allow him to free his arms - rumbling some at the attention to his bulge and backside. "That's how to do it," He breathed, encouragingly - tone unmistakably more lust-transfixed and genuine than haughty. His hands gave Potemkin's pecs a rewarding squeeze, hands gliding over the lubed up skin. He was getting really excited, he could feel it...

If there's any takeaway from this, it's that Potemkin is easy to wrap around your finger if love is involved.

A tiny smile went up at Pembe's approval for what Potemkin was doing to him. The way Pembe sounded, his loaded voice just how much he liked this, filled Potemkin with peace. Potemkin moved his hands up, to the band of his briefs.

Despite Pembe mentioning roughness, Potemkin tugged it down in what was quite a normal motion even though Potemkin could unwrap him like a present if he wanted to. Beneath his calmness though Potemkin was controlled by excitement at what Pembe was going to do.

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PSL for dreadnaughtfist

it's okay i'm in Summer Class Hell

Same...

YEP also stormblood happened rip

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lemme just swooce right in before i'm a full month late

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