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âJust the chest hair? Iâm a pretty furry guy. Youâd think I shave because of how tight my super suit is, but Laz doesnât let razors anywhere near my body. Luckily my skin is tough, so no bumps or ingrowns or anything.â

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We stan chest hair
âJust the chest hair? Iâm a pretty furry guy. Youâd think I shave because of how tight my super suit is, but Laz doesnât let razors anywhere near my body. Luckily my skin is tough, so no bumps or ingrowns or anything.â

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Ian realizes that stopping to pose any time he walks by a reflective surface doesnât help with his reputation around the base. He canât stop though, and for some reason, his vanity has become an obsession much to his dismay. Between this habit, the rumors, and the (legitimate) HR complaint filed against him, Ianâs reputation as the âholy heroâ is all but botched amongst his peers. Heâs definitely not fond of the resident himbo identifier, but he simply canât stop. The compulsion to maintain and increase his mass is all-consuming to the point that heâs incapable of being satisfied with his size. The fact that he busted out of his skin-tight super suit for the second time this month does little to alleviate the frustration he displays as he flexes every muscle he can spot. Ian pouts at his reflection no matter what pose he strikes, convinced still thereâs something imperfect about his form. âNo no no ... this isnât right. I need to add more weight during my third workout ... maybe do more sets too...â he mutters as he turns to flex his back muscles in the tall window. His expression unfurls into a grin when he sees someone walking by. âHey! Come check me out for a sec. Please? I need a second opinion.â

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Are you sure? Your husband is rich, your pal light boy is rich...It just looks suspicious.
âNo, youâre wrong. I love them, Iâd never use them for money. Laz spoils me sure, but Luc doesnât buy me expensive stuff. He bakes, and that doesnât cost a lot. I love his banana bread more than anything he could buy off the shelf!â
Are you a gold digger?
âOf course not! How could you even think that? I didnât even know how much money Lazav had until after we got married. And he still uses the credit card more than meâŚâ
You're Laz's husband, right? When did you know he was the one? -Alex
âHm, Iâm not really sure. Guess I just woke up one day and knew I had to marry him. When you know, you know right?â
untilvoidâ:
[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 doesnât count if I cheated. My shadows can hold the camera out farther. [text]: Thank you, though. The compliment means a lot, from you.
[text]: Youâre a blast hero, right? Maybe a little combat training is what you need. [text]: Great way to strengthen your body and mind, plus wonât change your physique! [text]: Iâm no pro, but Iâm pretty good. You can pay me for training in shadow sessions. [text]: đ what are friends for? I always have time to be a pal.

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sparksflyitslikeâ:
[ TXT ]: Hold up now, I didnât 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 donât gotta tell me twice [ TXT ]: Just send me the address and Iâll be there. [ TXT ]: Hope youâre not camera shy.
Ian only responds with Lazavâs suite number and the confirmation that the front door will be unlocked. Ian never stopped stroking himself after making the video. Lube drips down his balls, over his taint, and spills onto his bed below as his hips continue to thrust into the air. His free hand tries to emulate Lazavâs touch roaming his flexing muscles, but itâs not enough. Will Dani watching and filming scratch that incessant itch? Ian can only hope because otherwise, he has no idea how to stop his body from craving his husband. âOh please Laz, pleaseplease give it to me...â
angelstormxâ:
âHey.â 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 didnât 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. âCome here, let me look at it.â His voice was nurturing to the other and looked at the wound. âShit.. you might need stitches.â He looked up at the male with his glowing white eyes.Â
âI 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.â Soft cold winds surrounded the male arm. He shook his head. âHey, it happens to most of us.â He gave the other a stern look and shook his head. âNo⌠you are not wrong. Hey-look at me.â Angel wasnât going to give in to any of that, because he knew that Ian was a kind and sweet man. âYou are one of the sweetest guys around here. You are not wrong.â
âOkay, okay.. Breath. Breath.â His heart broke a little seeing the pain send Ian to his knees. âCome on⌠letâs get you to the nursery? I will come back and clean this up, si?â He asked the other, trying to help him back up to his feet. âDo you need me to carry you?â He asked, trying to do his best to help the other anyway that he could. âCome on, while they stitch you up I can tell you a story.â 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 itâs what made him a stronger hero, a precarious hero.
He canât 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 âspecial boyâ never lost its luster. Lazav treats him well, but being his âtough little strong manâ isnât the same. Ian leans into Angelâs tenderness, feeling completely undeserving of such warmth and a little selfish for accepting it so easily. Still, he canât deny how soothing the cold air around his arms is.
âIâm glad for having such a positive reputation ... but really youâre going above and beyond here.â 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 heâs lacking in that department. Â
Ian stands up again, nodding with Angel. He needs medical assistance pronto if heâs to not affect his training schedule. âA story? Is it about a disappointed husband? I canât imagine what Laz would say right now ... heâs always warning me about losing control and I--â He stops himself from going on another tangent about how wrong in the head he is. Angel would just deny it again. While itâs 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 wonât 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 doesnât let himself crumble again. âIâm really sorry. I regret you having to meet me like this. And take care of me. Thatâs not your responsibility.â Â
letxtherebelightâ:
âPfft, come on, Ian. You really can see me being a dad? I will be the worst.â Lucas rolled his eyes, âYou just want to find an excuse for us to be related, isnât it?â Despite that, there was a soft curl lingered at the corner of Lucasâ lips, amused by the fantasy from Ianâs head.
He held tight onto Ianâs 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 manâs back. âThatâs the fastest you can go- WOW!â
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 Ianâs back closer. If Lucas didnât trust Ian enough, he could use his power to ensure his safety. But he knew Ian would never put him in any danger.
âWow-w-w-w!!!â 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 manâs side a gentle punch. âThatâs bloody amazing!â Lucas gave the man a squeeze with his arms, âAlright, show off. Why donât you do it again and get us to the sky, then I will show you some trick of mine?â
Ianâs own abilities are still something that troubles him, so any moment he can actually show off his control makes him feel good. After all, heâs training hard every day so whatâs a little external affirmation? And thereâs no better person to give it than Lucas. Ian canât quite place his finger on it, but thereâs something about his best friendâs positivity that feels good in a different way than his husbandâs support.Â
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. âSorry if it was bumpy, but I can get us back in the air no problem. I never tire out.âÂ
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). âShow me what you got, Luc!â he shouts over the roaring wind.

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cxntrolyourmindâ:
Itâs 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 Ianâs ass grew stronger the more he opened him, until Lazavâs biceps were bulging with the strain. âPlease what, little man,â he taunted. His cock easily fell inside now, the way he made poor Ianâs hole gape. Any other man would be unable to withstand this without serious injury. Not Ian.Â
Ianâs bucking, the grip on the metal headboard, were all what he wanted. He enjoyed the suffering more than he could ever describe. âYouâre such a good princess,â 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.Â
âCome on,â he said, wrapping an arm around Ianâs 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 Ianâs hairy chest, another hand going along his abs, his arms. âYou want to cum? Itâs a good release after a hard work out.â There was no waiting for permission, his hand slowly stroking Ianâs cock while his other groped his chest, playing with Ianâs nipples.
âFeels good, right?â
His plea practically dies on his tongue. Itâs almost like he forgets how to ask for mercy at that moment, leaving him crying out helplessly. Thereâs 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 heâs sure heâs about to reach another limit and actually tear, Ian feels the tension spreading his hole slowly subside leaving him with the dull burn of Lazavâs little âgameâ and the sensation of a heavy, soft dick spearing his virgin tightness open.
Even without an erection, Lazav is able to work out Ianâs ass more than most men could manage while hard. Yet now, the strain of warming his husbandâs cock is dulled in comparison to the way his outer sphincter throbs around the thick base. Ian is still tense after his ordeal but doesnât put up a fight to being flipped over. Despite how he whimpers and his tear-streaked face, heâs soon relaxing thanks to Lazavâs gentle voice in his ear. His body goes lax and his whimpers turn into moans. He canât explain why, but thereâs something about Lazavâs touch that feels better than any other manâs.
âO-Ooh Laz ... it feels so good,â 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 canât help himself. Heâs rock hard and little turns him on more than his husband worshipping his beefy body. âI c-can cum if I want? Iâll still be ... your princess if I do?â The hesitation exposes heâs not so sure of this new pet name, but also that even when heâs screaming his head off heâs still attuned to Lazavâs teasing. âI donât want you to stop touching me. I love the way your hands feel on me,â he moans, smiling now though tears still glisten in his eyes.
And Ianâs hips keep grinding faster and faster, his hole milking Lazav involuntarily every time his cock flexes.Â