——— coming through.

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goldfaded‌:

slowly, liam started to fill him. clay’s chest only puffed up further, breaths pulling and pulling as he tried to relax through that firm, fat cock working its way past his lips. clay almost chuckled when he felt liam clench down, until that only made him fuck in further – then it’s clay clamping down a little, but not much, his body still languid from the climax that flowed through his limbs, almost squelching around each throb and push of liam’s cock.

as soon as he felt liam’s weight, thick arms wrapped around the male, pulling him in, pulling him down. one arm high, one arm low. one hand pressing fingers into the meat of liam’s shoulder, one hand curving over the round of his muscled ass, squeezing when he felt it flex to nudge that blunt head deeper into his body. feeling that bite, clay slid his hand over muscle to the back of liam’s neck, squeezing with his fingers.”nnnn– that’s it,” he groaned, bucking forward a little, almost slurping his way further down liam’s thick shaft. “gotta get you back. milk you till you quake.”

Soft as it was, the need held a new weight compared to when he found himself in the surrender of his own burst, all slick and sweet. Clay sounded heavier then—but while demand was still a steady weigh, it was wobbly against the need that is pressed on upon; in rolling hips and heaving breasts… and in Liam’s own shaky breath between their fluttering lips as the tight clamp pulled at him more. Wet. Eager. But still so soft—all against the mighty form that now squirmed and bucked against him; a same resolve in his naughty taunt as Liam continued to just roll his hips with the tight glide that had him feel against such soppy silkiness all around his throbbing girth; all bare and brazen—and now deep. In a strangled growl, Liam bucked and drove his cock deeper into the stud’s quivering cunt. Pleasure was almost instant in its sloppier squeeze as the walls felt divine around him.

“—o-oh yea?” Liam smirked—or tried to. His lips remained parted so his own smugness only came in a shakier chuckle. Not that he wasn’t hiding the pleasure mounting between them, after all—more so as he pulled and felt his nerves with it… all before growling on for another firm thrust. A taunt on its own—a tease on how he could make Clay feel that he was really being sought in his most deepest and that alone was enough to warrant Liam’s own demand; a throb just as eager as it was as sure that his own precum was already mixing with his honey deep within. “—every d-drop? Is that what makes you sl-eep at night, stud?” Liam teased on, as he heaved for another push.

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goldfaded‌:

for a minute, clayton couldn’t tell what was water and what was sweat, running a hand up over his clenching stomach to rub over one of his bouncing pecs. still wracked by tremors, the solider let himself cool off as much as he could, under the steaming spray. at least, until he got a look at liam, smoothing his slick out over along his cock.

that’s the sight that had clay fingering himself open, a bit – spreading lips apart, baiting liam with the promise of more. clay’s hand didn’t move when liam teased with his head, rubbing to where he’d bend, press down along him and nudge, but nothing solid. clay’s eyes were trained on liam, waiting. watching. “you got something bigger than a finger, right there.” it felt like a showdown, a breath held, until that firm push finally gave him something. not much, but he felt liam’s tip spreading him open, the start of that fat head tapering to spread him wider. clay’s chest filled with a breath, his head lolling back on his neck. “fuck–” he licked his lips, looking down at liam. “you know I want it. you’re right there. just a little more.” the hand on his chest started to squeeze, and his fingers spread over his crotch, pulling himself open wider.

Fuck. Just a bit more. Yeah. But feeling how Clay already feels like he was sucking his cockhead with his quivering sweetness, he couldn’t help but shudder into a shaky breath and a chuckle as he nudged on and slowly relished that wet heat. Tight. Tighter if he pushed. And he did. That with a grunt, Liam’s arms flexed against the tiles as he bucked and pushed his cock slowly into the other—feeling the tender walls stretch around his throbbing cock like a tight soppy vice. Almost in an instant, Liam tensed, from head to toe and root to tip as the sparks came in a wave that coursed through him, causing him to buck more and roll his hips up to further push himself in.

“F-fuck—” Liam felt his body shudder more, even weaken a bit that he leaned onto the other as well as his teeth raked against Clay’s neck and moaned on. A little bit more and he finally grunted and began to just gently roll his hips for a slow and shallow fuck.

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goldfaded‌:

quake after quake still rolled through his limbs, his core, bouncing his chest and tensing his thighs, from the continued pressure liam tried to give. aftershocks, echoes of the climax still ravaging his system. at the way liam got verbal, clayton huffed, which grew to a chuckle, which rolled into a string of shaky, breathy laughs, continued on through shifting his weight from liam to the wall.

clay rotated on his shoulder, until his back was pressed against cooling tile, from his upper shoulders. shivers still took him, making idle muscle flex and bounce. “fuck, that’s good,” he breathed, his head slowly tilting back to hit the wall. his body was leaned back, thighs slightly parted, fully on display; flush with color, plump and dripping to run down his thighs, along with the sweat and the shower’s stream. slowly, he got control of his breathing, forcing himself to start to slow down. “–finally gonna fuck me?” he asked, looking over at liam with a tired, but satisfied, smirk. reaching over, he spread himself open, strong fingers knowing just how he liked it. “you know I got more in me.” his stomach flexed, body clenching in a way that made him run down over his own fingers.

How Clay heaved on, massive tits just rolling into the shaky swell that crept along his body in a shudder and a buck was more than enough to make Liam smirk proudly as he met the other’s gaze—more so with how his eyes moved down to that muscle cunt, all swollen and flush. Wet. And even more tempting than before, especially with how the other’s fingers exposed more of that pink glistening folds that were just luring him in—get to that sweet center and all that. Liam has yet to feel him deep after all. That with his own cock still throbbing hard, he finally moved closer once again and finally steadied his base to let the drooling tip of his cock just slide between those lips—even feeling that slight clench that Liam could only growl low.

“Hm…” Liam kept his smirk as he gently rolled his hips, letting the heft of his cock just slide between the eager and soppy folds, watching how the other’s chest just swell on even more. “—well, if you say so… maybe I should just finger you more?” he hummed—but still, without warning, bucked firmly enough for his cock’s tip to break into the tight heat even if it was just a bit.

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ascendantapathy‌:

“Yeah, not really sure my super power is. I can’t do anything with it.“ Eden had never been the smartest kid in school, or the most motivated. Hell, he hadn’t even been on time most days. And now he had all this magic, but no idea how to wield it. There had been an implication of someone to teach him when he started, but this mysterious tutor was nowhere to be seen yet.

“I don’t know what they told you about me, but like. I got hit with this magic moon beam thing, that was supposed to make some dude a god or something? Instead it made my skin super clear and put a bunch of magical words in my head that I don’t know how to… read? Pronounce? It’s. You know. Magic shit. Which, by the way, is real apparently?“

In a more realistic sense, that was way worse than having a power that involves mentally gravitating anyone into walking into him cramming a fat dildo up his muscle butt. Though at least, with how long Liam lasted in Advocates, he trusted them enough to know that the guy found the right place to be in. “—well, along with zombies, vampires, werewolves, aliens, and demi-gods…” Liam retorted with a smirk as if to playfully rip off the band-aid from the skin of doubt that the man still had on him. It was only fair—in a way. It’s been so many years since heroes and villains faced each other off and exhibited feats beyond human comprehension… but magic, magic is something else entirely.

“So if you saw a guy with three dicks come onto you in the shower, don’t get all jumpy…” he nodded on, teasing the other even more as he weighed a little more seriousness in his tone like it was the realest thing in the base so far.

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ascendantapathy‌:

Okay, he couldn’t deny that that was funny as fuck. Cracking a bit of a grin at Liam’s joke he took the dildo back and more or less wrapping it in one of his fallen shirts. It was a better option than just fisting it into his pocket, at least. 

“Oh, I like the… pressure.“

Snorting a laugh as he got down on one knee to pick up the contents of the bag he walked over to the bed and threw it all onto the covers. At least nothing else compromising fell out. “At least this isn’t the worst way I’ve been caught with a dildo.” Seriously, he had the worst luck. On at least two occasions he’d been walked in on while having some alone time.

Couldn’t catch a break.

In all fairness to Liam, he didn’t want to make it even more awkward to the other—and he was certain that he’d push that very thing if he scramble down with him to pick everything up and have him feel indebted with every single thing that Liam could pass onto him. Besides, the guy could’ve lost his strawberry lube bottle and he’s not gonna get the newbie all tense over that. Sure, he looks like he could wear fluster adorably, but not for the wrong reasons. At least he got back to his feet just in time—even enough to crack a joke that surely taunted something at the back of Liam’s mind even more.

“Part of me’s curious…” Liam began with a hum, the distress deliberately drowned by the playfulness of it, as he turned towards the other and leaned against the doorway. “ -------- but for the moment, I’m more worried at the fact that that might be your superpower.”

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goldfaded‌:

there’s only so long he can go.

part of him rode the thrill, the chase, egged on by how hard liam wanted to push him. but part of him railed against the control, the expert fingers and exquisite strokes liam was giving, forcing him to bloom from within. clay’s body knew he was gonna cave before clay himself did, still clamping down against the impending rush. but it was too much. liam found that space within him, making his thighs bulge and flex as he’s forced over the edge.

“nnngng—-”

as hard as clayton clenched, he couldn’t stop the tide from rolling in. liam won. his knees started to buckle, the bulk of his weight tilting forward like a freefall, as the first cascade of his climax washes through him. then the second. that arm around liam curls with crushing strength, clayon’s teeth bared and pressing into the meat of liam’s shoulder as he groans and shivers his way through cumming around liam’s questing fingers. as the rush flowed on, liam’s fingers – hell his whole hand was slathered with warmth, clayton’s pulsing need gushing with each clench and release.

It was easy to feel when his fingers were knuckle deep in Clayton’s needy cunt—among other things that served as the tell of the other’s surrender. That as he felt the man’s soft walls just tighten up, hard and firm yet tender, Liam only wiggled his fingers inside, further pushing these sparks of pleasure especially right when the soldier was already succumbing to its overwhelming burst within him—all while he push against the heavy weight that he knew would buck down on him. Liam could at least admit it to himself that there was a thrill to it—one of the only clear things that he felt within his own haze too. Big, strong guy like Clay… yet there he is, riding the shudders that wracked his body as Liam felt every gush that got his hand all slick.

“That’s right—give me all that honey…” Liam growled low, face buried against Clay’s neck as Clay was buried against his own as he moans came broken and muffled. Liam flexed against the other’s body too; all to will himself to just not cum. Not yet. Not when Clay’s pussy is all soppy and swollen. And with a grunt, he finally nudged the other to ease up—maybe rest against the wall as he offered a smirk through his own breathless hiss. “—can’t waste this, can I?” he hummed on, broad chest swelling as he sighed through his own heat—more so as he wrapped his slick hand around his cock to coat it with the other’s juices while Clay caught his breath.

[ghostcd]

letxtherebelight‌:

Lucas chuckled softly as he saw the other man’s reaction. Placed the drawing paper back on the table, he replied playfully as he adjusted himself to sit more comfortably, “If you say so, sure.” He watched the man drank the coffee, pleased with himself that the man didn’t seem to mind the coffee beans he has used. After all, it was freshly brewed.

“I will never think you are a basic bitch,” Lucas’ smile widened to a quick smirk as he reached over for his own coffee, “But on a serious note, you were fast. It was clear that you were no novice with your power.” He took a small sip to test the temperature, before tilted the cup higher for a bigger swig.

“What, me? Oh, you meant after the fire. Do not worry about me, I am…Well, I have been training with my power for a very long time before I got here. It’s…sort of a family thing, you see.” He shrugged a little, opened his palm and conjured a small light globe. He flicked it with a casual gesture, threw the ball toward Liam and aimed for the chest where the man was absentmindedly rubbing a second ago. It hit, just like a bubble, popped into tiny sparkles that disappeared into thin air.

“So how long have you been here?”

Sure, he had seen how the other saved the day with how he wielded the very form of light. And while being in Advocates opened Liam’s eyes on things, for better or for worse, a floating glowing ball of energy is just as fun to watch -------- easy reason to blame when Liam didn’t manage to dodge quick enough; took that shit straight to the chest. Though with how it felt against his skin, there was some curious thought that he held behind his smile as he just shook his head and rubbed at his chest again. Yeah, he got his stride for sure.

“Long enough for you to know my basic coffee preference…” Liam hummed, smiling on as he drove the point from his previous tease. But yeah… Bringers of Light, was it? A family of nobles from across the pond who just as eager to take to the task of fighting the good fight. Liam was surprised, actually. Even before Advocates, he had heard the name in passing—and given that they are fancy rich people, it was easy for Liam to assume that they were more aligned towards the cause of the Coalition... and yet here they are. Here he is. “… but I’ve been here for like—three…four years, I guess…” he shrugged. “… but at least I have something to show for—now.”

[ascendantapathy]

“I promise it’s not what it looks like.“

His suitcase had fallen open while moving into his room, and the man helping him move had found, well, a sex toy. Talk about awkward. He shifted a bit uncomfortably from one foot to the other before reaching out to try and take it. Great, day one and not only was he stuck here but he had just outed himself as at best someone who packed a dildo. At worst he looked like some sort of freak.

“Ha ha, laugh at the perv. Now give it back, please.“

[ghostcd]

It was only when Liam reached down, and held it, that he realized what it was. He wasn’t really disgusted—it wasn’t like it felt slick. Just thick and heavy. And between the two of them, he wasn’t the one burdened with the fact that someone, was indeed, caught with a dildo in the middle of the hallway. At the very least, for the most part, Liam didn’t really mind. If anything, it’s just a little surprising. Sure, it was a judgmental moment, but the other kind of didn’t look the part. Then again, just like any other newbie, they’re full of surprises.

“Eh—you’re not the only one with a toy in here. I could bet a hundred dollars that we’d see the same thing in the Coalition base. Don’t put too much pressure in yourself—” Liam smiled; a little bit bigger with his tease as he handed the toy over. “--------- on yourself.”

[ghostcd]

goldfaded‌:

crushing the pair of them together, clayton’s panting breaths heaved his firm chest against liam’s own, his trembling making both their bodies shake. liam was manipulating him with surprising expertise, teasing depth and width in ways that built the soldier further and further up towards the brink. the kiss to his neck had his teeth gritting, jaw tilting up to give liam more of his muscular neck to work over. unable to keep still, his thighs closed around arm, clamping down around his wrist – but it wasn’t enough to stop the motion of those fingers, sending waves through his core from two distinct but precise points of pleasure.

“shit, liam–” he says, but it’s cut off, words bitten closed by a throat that tried to close against anything louder than a grunt. his thighs rubbed together, wetness thicker than water now starting to run down his muscular legs, his torso shuddering with a few hard breaths in rising succession. he’s right there. he’s so close. so fucking close. “christ, liam, just fuck me, come on!” letting liam’s cock go, his hand instead punches into the shower wall, shattering the tile. but all his body could do was suckle on liam’s finger like it’s a cock of its own, flexing and pulsing around the digit, massaging it from all sides as he rode the climbing sensations.

Not even Clay’s growl and his tightening hold could stop Liam—not when he could feel every flex of the other’s body against his as he continued to stroke that swollen spot deep within him. Even more so as every clench was a squeeze of his secret honey that trickled straight onto his hand, making every movement squelch as Liam felt his own thrill taunt him as well with how his cock throbbed firmly between his legs—as if it was a demand to feel; a demand to yield to Clay’s growl as he felt him just clench and pull him in like his pussy was sucking him in and chasing after this forbidden pleasure that was making him breathe and rasp in heavy rolls of his glistening breasts.

“No—” Liam hummed, chuckling low as he curled another finger into the slick squeeze that clenched on for a wetter sound with both digits now crammed in. And with his thumb practically anchored against the brawny soldier’s swollen clit, the pair of fingers wiggled on by themselves, pressing against the tightness as he began to rut against Clayton’s thigh with the rhythm of his fingers’ thrust. Firmer—and faster with how each stroke of a finger came one after the other in a cycle against the Aspect of War’s most secret spot within his juicy and soppy heat. “—you cum,” Liam hissed, and without warning, quickened his pace demanding yet steadily.

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goldfaded‌:

with his bulkier body, even through his lesser height, clayton absolutely latched onto and encompassed liam, as much as he could. a thick arm wrapped from one shoulder with fingers digging into the meat of his arm on the other side. his other hand was dragging wet, messy strokes over liam’s cock, his limbs left shaken from the teasing attention the other only so deigned to give. he wanted a kiss, he wanted tongue, he wanted liam’s cock nestled deep inside and kneading his soft, flexing walls–

clay bit off a whine when the finger barely nudging inside started a rhythm, liam’s thumb relentless in massaging his sensitive nub. thick thighs started to shake, clay clamping down so hard that his body almost started sucking liam’s finger in. but he was left flexing against the air when liam spread him open, tan skin giving way to soft, pink flesh. he sputtered a bit with the splash of the water running down over his walls turned just slightly out, and felt the start of – what he now knew would be – a number of climbing rushes, to get to whatever end liam had in sight. “come on,” clay panted, curling his thick arm to mash their chests together, muscle against firm muscle. “you got me, alright? you can feel it, can’t you?” not just water was slipping around liam’s finger, easing his way inward – clay himself was starting to run flush, his body blushing in spots across his skin as his soft, inner skin left liam’s finger just a bit slicker.

Hey, at the very least, Liam had enough strength to lean against Clay as he could feel the beefy soldier buckle and rut against his body—he could even feel his massive arm just flex against his neck as they continued to keep their bodies flush. Still, Liam wasn’t keen on letting up just yes—even more so because that mere tension was just as much of a tell on how he was working up Clay further into this need; certain need that was now growing slick with every prod that he did. Too bad for Clay because it was just all the more reason for Liam to ride along the surge of his mischief—granted that he could tame Clay just like this.

“Do I?” Liam hummed, kissing along his jaw as his finger finally stretched deep, making him growl against the other’s cheek as he felt how Clay immediately clenched. That was the point though; Clay could clench his tight muscle cunt, but with him already wet, Liam’s finger can just wiggle in albeit slower—which only made sure that ever bit of him within is awakened. “Come on, big boy… get wet for me,” Liam teased more as he planted a small kiss on Clay’s neck while his finger began to firmly curl in to massage a spot deep in him. That spot. Bit spongy and bumpy. Tender. Liam didn’t even care how that first nudge would feel, but that too was the point; just overwhelm Clay even further as he let his strokes lead his hand to move his thumb to join in with the play as it continued its assault on his clit. “—because I’m trying to get you real messy for me...”

[ghostcd]

goldfaded‌:

it’s so easy for part of liam to just push into him, even that slightest bit. teasing him, coaxing him open, when all clayton’s body does in response is clamp down, close around him. there’s tension building up through the soldier’s arms, his shoulders, his thighs as he fought to keep them parted to allow for liam’s wrist to cradle as he coaxed him open. clay’s breaths were hard enough to bounce his chest, to send puffs of air down over liam’s neck, as the other dragged lips across his jaw.

not one to sit idle, clay felt forward with curled fingers, twisting his arm to find liam’s thigh. from there, he followed it to its apex, and nudged the man’s sac before tracing a line up to his twitching shaft. he tried to focus, to form a firm grip around liam to return the favor, but liam’s directed teasing was starting to affect him more fully. “–shit,” he says, the word riding a shaky exhale. his soft walls flexed around liam’s questing finger, throbbing in time to the flicks and nudges of his thumb. clay’s other arm reached up, laying over liam’s shoulders, to keep himself steady. “come on, man.” his chin tilts up, rubbing his scruff along liam’s jaw. “gimme more.”

A nudge more and Clay was practically onto him, didn’t take much for them to reach down to take Liam on too. But while Clay’s own tease was enough to make his breath hitch and their chest rub against each other in a languid nudge, Liam steeled himself with a soft chuckle against Clay’s thick neck as he could feel that secret nub just firm up against the gentle circling of his thumb—a tease enough to make the other feel all the more rigid against his body while he choked up on his moans and that attempt for a plea. Liam could only hum then, his amusement all perverse as his other hand moved up along Clay’s tight waist as if to keep him close.

“—hey… you let me take my shot—so I’ll take my shot…” Liam taunted as his finger moved up to a knuckle and not much more. Instead, as his thumb continued to massage Clay’s sweet clit, he just began to finger him in shallow motions as if to awaken the nerves around the real sweet spots within him. Just tighten the knot within him without really scratching what needed to be scratched. “—I just want to know how easily I can get the God of War wet and juicy for me…” Liam added, punctuating his deliberate choice of words with growl and a gentle bite just under Clay’s jaw as his other fingers pried his lips open as if to expose him further right then and there in the showers.

[ghostcd]

goldfaded‌:

what kind of guy was liam gonna be?

clayton was assured enough to know he could defend himself, but he was betting against that. he was betting on liam being on-board, from the looks and huffs he’d been getting since he’d laid the guy out on the mat. since liam rolled up against him, since he’d pinned liam down for just a but too long to be accidental. “soft as they come,” he breathed back, each inhale and exhale coming in quicker time, as he tensed for what was to come.

contact, however brief, sent a wave of tension through clay’s broad, firm body. his thighs parted a bit, giving way for liam’s hand, fingers toying with him to tease skin to rise, to firm. it took a lot for clayton to just let him go on, to rein himself back. clay was the one who took. who mounted, who shoved down and rode, but it was liam’s turn to have his way. the further liam’s fingers dipped, the more clayton clamped down, pressing against them from the sides. “–bit tight, though,” he admits, leaning in with a bend of his torso. just to knock his nose beside liam’s, taste his breath while he let the man called ghost explore him a little more.

Almost instantly, the touch had Clay flexing up into a swell as his body swayed on towards his—along with a clench around his finger… and he wasn’t even in yet. Liam chuckled softly then, almost a hum as his lips seemed to have ghost over Clay’s as he could feel the brawny soldier to just heave and sigh. And he drank that it too—more so that slight shakiness too it as it was starting to come clear that Clay was probably verging on being a stud in heat. His sweet lips already feeling too eager with how Liam just continued to slowly stroke him where he truly was softest. That admission certainly wasn’t lost on him either; in fact, just to hear it made him feel that throb between his own legs as the lust they shared continued to bloom.

“…nothing is too tight when we get it too wet, yeah?” Liam taunted, his fingers prodding a bit firmer as he breathed along the edge of Clayton’s jaw. His thumb curling in as well as it sought that clit just waiting to be teased as well. Just a little nudge really, just like how his finger finally tried to push in with a little wiggle—all with that singular purpose of making Clay buckle and whimper.

[ghostcd]

goldfaded‌:

“–where I’m softest?”

clay’s voice tilted warmer at the words, already breathing a bit deeper, feeling a bit more heated where it counted. “I don’t know. I think you’d get in pretty good.” he was already feeling it between them before getting in the shower, and dancing around the subject was only deepening the sense of it. his chest rose higher, flanks spread further with each pull of warm, wet air.

it felt like a ‘now or never’ moment. he knew it’s his adrenaline spiking, driving him to act, but that didn’t actually stop or slow the flow of energy through his limbs. so he turns. twists, more-like. faces liam more in the shower, gives the full show of soap running down his front, under the constant cascade of steaming water, to points most south.

“you gonna take your shot?”

Given Clay’s jock-like arrogance—that was at least working adorably on him—of course he’d indulge. And Liam could only chuckle and shake his head and turn to the other as well to continue on with how he was playing along. Okay, sure—it was a good excuse to see the other in full too. Blame adrenaline really. Blame the focus that Liam had on their spar. Because while he could vaguely remember bumping at Clay’s crotch—he didn’t expect what was now before him. All out. In all fairness to him, it wasn’t a new concept despite the pause showing on his face—it’s why Advocates stood in the first place. It’s just that… of all people… it was the patron saint of the American Military. There’s irony in there—but Liam’s not there to talk about that. Not when the waters are literally leading his eyes to it.

“Is it, really?” Liam finally spoke, glancing around discreetly before taking a step forward—and with a tug at the corner of his lip, and his eyes trained towards the other’s blues, he reached forward and felt up Clay’s lips with a gentle pinch. “—is it really your soft spot?” he hummed on. A taunt more than anything. Because Clay really is soft there. Fuck. All puffy and fat and warm—definitely unlike the rest of his massively muscled body. And it was enough for a goad for Liam to dare to curl his fingers a bit, wedge it between Clay’s soft lips to rub against the softer heat of his inner folds in careful motions.

[ghostcd]

goldfaded‌:

liam was no slouch, himself. just as clayton was absolutely stacked, round with thick, idle muscle that looked soft under his smooth skin, liam himself was a different form of athletic. a runner type, powerful legs and pumped arms for running and springing, pulling himself up walls and swinging around corners. firm chest set over a lean midsection, waiting for hands to run slowly down it. clayton’s eye was no less appreciative.

“aspect,” he corrected, chuckling enough to bounce and fling droplets from his chest.

liam’s attention was as verbal as it was visual, the man clearly checking him out. so, why not make it worth his while? clayton flexed his thighs, leaned back a little, let the spray run down his torso in rivulets over the shape of his body, carrying soap down the flowing paths. “never got any complaints,” he offered back, looking over at liam, appreciating the curve of his ass. “a few challenges, though. but don’t count yourself out.”

“you look like you could handle me, alright.”

At least, Liam could be honest to himself—not like Clay is a telepath—but it really was just some case of potato potato; god… or aspect, same thing. Clay is still the same massive mountain of a man that was showering right beside him. And Liam’s subtle gazes aimed to see everything that he is—but with how they were angled, Liam didn’t really try his luck. Sure, it was almost too pathetic and funny, but seeing the water just splash on Clay’s tits was a good sight to settle onto at least—well, all before the other continued on with his teasing.

“I literally lost all matches,” Liam hummed, chuckling as he finally began to let his slippery touch work up a lather against his body, muscles swelling with his firm knead to make sure he was cleaning himself properly—from the stretch of his neck and down along his arms before focusing on his own chest. “—like you can just stand still right there and let me hit you where you’re softest, I’d probably still break a hand...” Liam mused on, scoffing as he began to rub the back of his ear.

[ghostcd]

dxntthinktwice‌:

Daggers. Eddie’s eyes squinted as he tried not to imagine pushing Liam over. He wished that the could join in his roommates amusement but when it was at his own cost, he didn’t find the retort that funny. Another deep breath and closed eyes. Eddie had to admit not that they were talking, Liam’s thoughts were really that loud making his headache dull a bit. He looked up at Liam and nodded. “Yes, but today was really bad. I don’t necessarily feel like leaving the room since there’re more people out there than in here.” He rubbed his temples. If he was being honest with himself, he probably needed to talk to another telepath about these but once again that required leaving the room. “I’ll be fine, It’s already starting to feel better. Sorry if I’ve been a bit grouchy.”

It would defeat the purpose, really—because the point is to have Eddie concentrate despite his powers so asking the higher ups for a scrambler is just useless. But for the most part, at least, he was feeling better. Well, on his way. Liam stuck around enough to consciously try to gauge Eddie from time to time, really—which thankfully, so far, hasn’t resulted in him being the receiving end of some random and nasty mental assault --------- even if Eddie didn’t approve of Liam’s brand of comedy.  But yeah, none of them were experts, really; Liam is just one of the lucky ones with a power that easily tamable and so he took it upon himself to be more patient.

He finally pushed himself off of his chair, grunting softly as he walked towards their mini-fridge to see what stuff they got. Liam just wanted to get the guy water actually—but seeing that there are other drinks, he let his mind open and wait if Eddie was getting that vibe of a question that he can answer. What does he want to drink?

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