swing low

“Just the chest hair? I’m a pretty furry guy. You’d think I shave because of how tight my super suit is, but Laz doesn’t let razors anywhere near my body. Luckily my skin is tough, so no bumps or ingrowns or anything.”

“No, you’re wrong. I love them, I’d never use them for money. Laz spoils me sure, but Luc doesn’t buy me expensive stuff. He bakes, and that doesn’t cost a lot. I love his banana bread more than anything he could buy off the shelf!”

“Of course not! How could you even think that? I didn’t even know how much money Lazav had until after we got married. And he still uses the credit card more than me…”

“Hm, I’m not really sure. Guess I just woke up one day and knew I had to marry him. When you know, you know right?”

[text]: I like how I look. I would like to be stronger, though. [text]: If you ever want the sensory deprivation thing again, let me know. [text]: It doesn’t count if I cheated. My shadows can hold the camera out farther. [text]: Thank you, though. The compliment means a lot, from you.

[ TXT ]: Hold up now, I didn’t say anything about trying to be someone else [ TXT ]: I am my own dude, and I have things to offer too [ TXT ]: Alright, bet. You don’t gotta tell me twice [ TXT ]: Just send me the address and I’ll be there.  [ TXT ]: Hope you’re not camera shy.

“Hey.” Angel spoke to him with his nurturing voice. He rushed over to see the injury that the other gave himself. He knew that it was definitely something for the male to have hurt himself, but he didn’t want to to see the male in pain, so he was there trying to nurture him. He knew what it was like to lose control of his powers and hurt himself AND others without even trying. “Come here, let me look at it.” His voice was nurturing to the other and looked at the wound. “Shit.. you might need stitches.” He looked up at the male with his glowing white eyes. 

“I am going to slow down the air molecules to create a sort of freezing around the arm to slow down the pulsating and blood flow.” Soft cold winds surrounded the male arm. He shook his head. “Hey, it happens to most of us.” He gave the other a stern look and shook his head. “No… you are not wrong. Hey-look at me.” Angel wasn’t going to give in to any of that, because he knew that Ian was a kind and sweet man. “You are one of the sweetest guys around here. You are not wrong.”

“Okay, okay.. Breath. Breath.” His heart broke a little seeing the pain send Ian to his knees. “Come on… let’s get you to the nursery? I will come back and clean this up, si?” He asked the other, trying to help him back up to his feet. “Do you need me to carry you?” He asked, trying to do his best to help the other anyway that he could. “Come on, while they stitch you up I can tell you a story.” He offered up, wanting to share his stories of his powers letting loose. Honestly he thought he was one of the worst freaks when he got his powers, the lives his powers claimed before he even knew how to control them. He went through all of this, but he overcame it… he still thought about it periodically, but it’s what made him a stronger hero, a precarious hero.

He can’t recall the last time someone babied him like this. Not since his momma. Ian misses it really and would never shy away from her tender treatment. Simply put, being her ‘special boy’ never lost its luster. Lazav treats him well, but being his ‘tough little strong man’ isn’t the same. Ian leans into Angel’s tenderness, feeling completely undeserving of such warmth and a little selfish for accepting it so easily. Still, he can’t deny how soothing the cold air around his arms is.

“I’m glad for having such a positive reputation ... but really you’re going above and beyond here.” Comrades in arms they may be, Ian never wants any of the Advocates to give him special treatment. There are traits a hero must have and he still feels like he’s lacking in that department.  

Ian stands up again, nodding with Angel. He needs medical assistance pronto if he’s to not affect his training schedule. “A story? Is it about a disappointed husband? I can’t imagine what Laz would say right now ... he’s always warning me about losing control and I--” He stops himself from going on another tangent about how wrong in the head he is. Angel would just deny it again. While it’s nice for someone to have confidence in him, something prevents Ian from believing it right now. There are many things he knows without a shadow of a doubt, but for some reason, this new thought that there is something terribly wrong won’t leave his head. And the longer he dwells, the more intense his migraine becomes. He winces, the sensation akin to what he imagines having his head crushed feels like, but he doesn’t let himself crumble again. “I’m really sorry. I regret you having to meet me like this. And take care of me. That’s not your responsibility.”  

“Pfft, come on, Ian. You really can see me being a dad? I will be the worst.” Lucas rolled his eyes, “You just want to find an excuse for us to be related, isn’t it?” Despite that, there was a soft curl lingered at the corner of Lucas’ lips, amused by the fantasy from Ian’s head.

He held tight onto Ian’s back, laughed as he felt them both accelerated forward as Ian began to show his inhuman strength and speed. It came to the point where he had to rock his hips as if he was riding a horse to keep himself steady and balanced on the man’s back. “That’s the fastest you can go- WOW!”

He was about to shit-talk the other man and teased like they always do with each other. But the sudden leap into the air took him by surprise. A good one. Lucas grinned as he laughed louder, watched the surroundings being pulled down and grown smaller as they gain height. He gazed down, felt that one second of zero gravity before they fell back onto the ground. Lucas leaned against Ian’s back closer. If Lucas didn’t trust Ian enough, he could use his power to ensure his safety. But he knew Ian would never put him in any danger.

“Wow-w-w-w!!!” He screamed excitingly as they hit the ground, quickly adjusted his body to maintain balance. Lucas grinned as Ian shouted back at him over that strong shoulder. He laughed once more, gave the man’s side a gentle punch. “That’s bloody amazing!” Lucas gave the man a squeeze with his arms, “Alright, show off. Why don’t you do it again and get us to the sky, then I will show you some trick of mine?”

Ian’s own abilities are still something that troubles him, so any moment he can actually show off his control makes him feel good. After all, he’s training hard every day so what’s a little external affirmation? And there’s no better person to give it than Lucas. Ian can’t quite place his finger on it, but there’s something about his best friend’s positivity that feels good in a different way than his husband’s support. 

Holding Lucas tight, laughing along with him as they soar over HQ, it all just seems right. Ian has long thought that a Sweet Chariot and Helios combo team would be an awesome sight, and the fact that he can confidently use his powers around Lucas is further proof to him. “Sorry if it was bumpy, but I can get us back in the air no problem. I never tire out.” 

He squats deep again and shoots off into the sky, straight this time instead of over the building and he spares Lucas from another flip (even though the blond seems to have enjoyed the ride). “Show me what you got, Luc!” he shouts over the roaring wind.

It’s a cruel heart, the sort of man who can hear those rising cries and feel not nothing, but excitement. He remains soft only through great mental fortitude now. The strain of Ian’s ass grew stronger the more he opened him, until Lazav’s biceps were bulging with the strain. “Please what, little man,” he taunted. His cock easily fell inside now, the way he made poor Ian’s hole gape. Any other man would be unable to withstand this without serious injury. Not Ian. 

Ian’s bucking, the grip on the metal headboard, were all what he wanted. He enjoyed the suffering more than he could ever describe. “You’re such a good princess,” he growled, giving a hard jerk of his hands with that last word, intentionally hurting Ian further. But after, he was merciful, slowly letting his ass close, until he was pulling his fingers free, flaccid cock buried in to the hilt. 

“Come on,“ he said, wrapping an arm around Ian’s midsection to guide him where he wanted. More or less he flipped them over, so that he was laying on his back and Ian was on his back as well, laying atop Lazav, thick cock impaling him, though too soft to really be felt. Yet. He began to caress Ian’s hairy chest, another hand going along his abs, his arms. “You want to cum? It’s a good release after a hard work out.“ There was no waiting for permission, his hand slowly stroking Ian’s cock while his other groped his chest, playing with Ian’s nipples.

“Feels good, right?“

His plea practically dies on his tongue. It’s almost like he forgets how to ask for mercy at that moment, leaving him crying out helplessly. There’s nowhere for Ian to run. All he can do is lay there and let Lazav pull his hole apart wider and wider until ... just when he’s sure he’s about to reach another limit and actually tear, Ian feels the tension spreading his hole slowly subside leaving him with the dull burn of Lazav’s little “game” and the sensation of a heavy, soft dick spearing his virgin tightness open.

Even without an erection, Lazav is able to work out Ian’s ass more than most men could manage while hard. Yet now, the strain of warming his husband’s cock is dulled in comparison to the way his outer sphincter throbs around the thick base. Ian is still tense after his ordeal but doesn’t put up a fight to being flipped over. Despite how he whimpers and his tear-streaked face, he’s soon relaxing thanks to Lazav’s gentle voice in his ear. His body goes lax and his whimpers turn into moans. He can’t explain why, but there’s something about Lazav’s touch that feels better than any other man’s.

“O-Ooh Laz ... it feels so good,” he manages shakily. Ian loses himself to the gift of pleasure and starts writhing on top of Lazav to the rhythm of his stroke. He knows from bad experience that keeping still is best when cockwarming, but he simply can’t help himself. He’s rock hard and little turns him on more than his husband worshipping his beefy body. “I c-can cum if I want? I’ll still be ... your princess if I do?” The hesitation exposes he’s not so sure of this new pet name, but also that even when he’s screaming his head off he’s still attuned to Lazav’s teasing. “I don’t want you to stop touching me. I love the way your hands feel on me,” he moans, smiling now though tears still glisten in his eyes.