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this is such a shitty photo edit but do u get the vision now...

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@owinterer // from this n.sfw starter call here

Scott isn't ashamed of hickeys. In fact he likes giving them just as much as he likes receiving them. What he didn't love was the whole team teasing him for the ENTIRE day about his hickies. He can't see the hickies due to his impaired vision, however he's been told that he's he has a rather colorful trail of hickies along his neck and along his collarbones.

Scott may not be able to see what the hickies look like but he can feel them, for certain. Bucky is good at replenishing his hickies too, lips ghosting along Scott's skin as they embrace. "I missed you too," he assures Bucky, a satisfied sigh slipping forth as Bucky continues to leave a trail of kisses across his skin, hands urging Scott out of his shirt.

Scott has more hickies where his team can't see, places such as his chest and hips. "Mhm feels good," he murmurs, using the sleeve of Bucky's shirt to tug him closer. Scott dips forward, taking a moment to kiss along Bucky's cheek and neck. He may not see the hickies on Bucky's skin but he can feel how the hickies make Bucky shudder in eager anticipation.

And speaking of anticipation... Bucky seems to have something specific in mind, pausing his kisses to guide Scott to his bedroom. As they both bounce against the mattress he adjusts, crawling into Bucky's lap and smothering Bucky in kisses. As a kiss against Bucky's flesh shoulder turns into a playful bite he feels the energy shift, and soon enough he finds himself back in Bucky's lap, this time both of them minus their pants and underwear.

As Scott works with Bucky to guide him inside he can't help but groan as Bucky nips his shoulder as he bottoms out. He gets another nip of approval as he starts to roll his hips. "I think I needed this just as much as you did," Scott confesses, breath light and quick as he starts to ride Bucky faster.

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❝ you can ask me anything you want. i promise i'll answer truthfully except the things i feel like lying about. ❞ + cyclops

Scott can't help but laugh at Kon's confession. "Well, at least you're honest about not being honest " Scott is the last person that would ever fault Kon for maintaining a boundary. They've all got their trauma and Scott isn't going to uproot it for the sake of his curiosity. "I love a good battle jacket. What's the story behind yours?"

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@chyrafim // from this n.sfw starter call here

It started innocent enough, with Warren tugging him closer by the hand. Warren yearns for gentle touch and even more gentle kisses. Scott is more than happy to indulge. However, what started as a series of soft kisses soon devolved into Warren crowding him against a wall, muscular thigh pressed against Scott's crotch as the two continued to kiss.

Scott can't see Warren. He doesn't know what color Warren's hair or eyes are. But he knows what color his thermal signature is. It's a brilliant gold, the color of sunrise, the color of home.

Warren's hands make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, helping Scott shed the unneccesary shirt. Scott's hands drift to Warren's back, careful of his sensitive wings as he pushes on Warren's lower back, urging him closer. Scott rolls his hips against Warren's thigh, a soft pleased sound escaping his lips as he feels friction build between their bodies.

"W-Warren..." he stutters, distracted and tongue tied as Warren traces his top surgery surgery scars with his hands before leaning down and kissing along the sensitive flesh of his chest. "If you don't get in me, so help me-" he grumbles, although is words lack any true threatening menace because his voice cracks as Warren leaves a fresh hickey on his left pec.

Thankfully he doesn't need to ask twice. Warren guides them to bed. And as knees meet soft mattress he reaches out, pushing and pushing until he can feel Warren lying on his back. "Look what you've started," Scott muses, easing his own pants and underwear off before helping Warren out of his. Scott dips down, leaving a hickie on the junction of Warren's neck and shoulder. Scott takes Warren's hands in his and guides them to his hips.

"I can't see here," he reminds Warren, all the while spreading his own thighs a bit more. "Help me get the angle right, please."

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