It may have been a one night stand for the both of them, but Jon never forgot how good Navedra made him feel for those long, blissful hours. Even to this day it remained a favorite memory for him to revisit, usually in the context of a lonely, horny evening spent alone in his bed. Feeling the expanse of his tanned, voluptuous form, thrusting deeply inside Nav’s tight, velvety asshole… Jon didn’t even have to touch his dick to get off when the vision played out in his head. That was Navedra’s other superpower.
So it was pretty damned hard for Jon to ignore the muscled beauty unveiling before him, as though he were offering himself to be eaten. Devoured. Navedra wasn’t dumb. He knew what he was doing. And it was working.
“Right,” Jon says to himself, joining Nav in the bathroom with perfect tunnel vision, ignoring the other man’s bare physique like it was nothing to be oogled at. “Here you go,” he says, finding a towel and handing it to his former flame, keeping his line of sight fixed onto Navedra’s face and nowhere else.
Then Navedra makes Jon an offer he couldn’t —but should— refuse. “I don’t know if that’s such a great idea, Nav,” Jon chuckles nervously, wondering if the other man fixed some sort of erogenous potion to woo him, or if that was just Mothra himself doing what he did best naturally. “You— you know how much I care for you. How much I respect you. We can’t do that again, not now. It’s just the quarantine speaking for you. We’re both going stir-crazy and—”
Jon knew Navedra wouldn’t take no for answer… but nevertheless, he persisted.
Navedra’s eyes shift toward their feet. Not to say that he was embarrassed or ashamed of his reaction to Jon’s presence or even the extended offer. He gladly accepts the towel and as he reaches, he makes physical contact. It was like a spark that surged through him like static but far more tactile like a muscular tremor that sent his neuromuscular synapsis into a frenzy. He follows the point of contact as he aligns his fingers with his knuckles. He admires the surge but soon compresses the pads of his fingers against the protrusion of the boned joints. Like the curious being at heart, he slowly transverses the soft flex of his forearm. His muscle mass and definition always seemed to draw Navedra spellbound. He follows the line of attachment but he hovers just at the bulk of his massive bicep. That spot alone held him captive.
Navedra is taken by glimpses. The cloak of night wrapping around their tangled bodies. Limbs arranged so perfectly as their pace and tempo surpassed the finest athletes and even their superiors. He could remember gasping for air as it didn’t seem to come quick enough and he braced against those muscles as if they gave him the sweet sanctum from the passionate throws of sex. He clung to the man’s body as he tugged at his core. He looks into Jon’s eyes a moment as if to escape his own thoughts but he could feel the natural response to being taken by the idea. His hand barely pressed and covered the impressive pec that even he had difficulty hiding. His nipples perked as if begging for those lips to cling and that tongue to thrash. Maybe even a few nibbles. He could feel himself start to physiologically respond.
The thick swallow follows.
“I–You have a point. Perhaps we are stir-crazy but I think that I speak clearly with desire and want.” He rambles. “Perhaps we shouldn’t shower together because of the natural progression of our energies wanting to intertwine yet again. But I do not want or say that out of the circumstance. I’ve always enjoyed and yearned to have you unravel me.” Navedra admitted, he pulls the towel to his chest to keep hands off of Jon. Maybe it was best. “Maybe a shower was my gateway into seeing you free, again.”
“Is there something you’re trying to say that you’re not being direct with? I can handle rejection, Jon. Just tell me the honest truth.” He steps into the shower.
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