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