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almost seemed like a waste of hypnotism; if such a resource is limited.

for the vast array of attire that has adorned the metal-made mutant's naturally mountainous frame - both the colourful costumes and more ordinary outfits - it was no uncommon sight to witness the monolithic man striding through the halls both buxom and bare-chested. should not serve as a surprise when one considers the amount of clothing piotr managed to ruin through repeated wear and tear of even the most formidable fabrics struggling to completely contain every inch of his bulging burly body.

even the most well-tailored costumes in his collection designed specifically to endure damages sustained through training and combat failed him sooner rather than later. piotr had long ago lost count of the amount of times he had finished a mission wearing nothing more than the tatters of his uniform and - if he is fortunate in the face of humility - his undergarments. though said undergarments have been forced to undergo their own frequent stress tests given how well proportioned piotr is in every sense of the word. more than once they have failed him long before his outer layers have begun to fray and reveal the bare flesh underneath, but piotr finds himself exposed all the same by an already formidable bulge in his trousers becoming that much more of an unavoidable eyesore.

"all you need to be doing is asking, tovarisch."

piotr spoke with such warmth and flashed a smile so genuine that one had to wonder if the russian giant had even been placed under the sway of the hypnotic command. it was difficult to deny that piotr - affable as he was - would not disrobe himself the moment a trusted friend instructed him to do so. no matter the crassness of the command.

he was close bosom-comrades with logan. this was soft, gentle language by comparison.

at this moment in time piotr had managed to find a well-fitting henley to wear from his wardrobe. nothing fancy. fabric sturdy enough to not threaten bursting at the slightest bicep curling and an open collar that did nothing to contain the deep canyon of cleavage carved between oversized pectorals.

but such a nice garment was an unfortunate and inevitable casualty taken from piotr's direct interpretation of the invasive instruction. he did not bother to slowly peel away the unwanted fabric; instead opting to tuck thick, powerful fingers into his collar before the bulk of his arm muscles bulged and he tore the off-white fabric down beneath the shelf of his pecs. the sudden and forceful removal of his shirt provoked the mighty mounds of muscle to spill out into the open with an impressively last wobble; two pale oversized udders bouncing and flexing with what almost felt like relief to be finally freed.

it appeared that such a powerful and hulking expanse of chest would prove more than even piotr's own massive hands could cover. even without the silvery sheen of metal enveloping them, piotr's pectorals seemed deceptively solid once the rebellious bouncing had finally ceased and their only movement came from each hefty breath forcing his lungs to fill and his chest to heave. it was only when he brought up his hand to brush briefly across his pillow-y pecs did it reveal how truly soft and pliant and damn fucking grope-worthy his chest was. two handfuls of pec meat and so much more would still be threatening to spill out from in between.

and none of that was even mentioning those dusky pink nipples perfectly punctuating each pec. thick and prominent nubs close to pointing due south on the compass that was his body with how much meat and muscle was forcing them to hang out low and heavy. perhaps piotr should consider a career in medicine considering how he looks so damn nurse-able.

Magnar groaned. He opened his eyes and watched as the lines of the wall in front of him started to unblur. Gods. It was good to be awake again. If not for his war, at least for this. The tongue of a hot man, running up his hole, making him clench in a desperate silent desire to be fucked. Royally fucked. He moved his large shoulders, the muscles on his back appearing as he pushed his ass down, rubbing his crack over that handsome face. "Your tongue makes me believe the gods have created your kind for this." He let out a soft chuckled but it was followed by a loud moan as the tongue ran a circle over the edge of his pucker than pushed it in. He clenched the muscle against the wet tip, eyes rolling under the pressure of that pleasure.

It was like a dream for Axel. Never, in all of his imaginations, would the librarian picture himself laying naked at the beach with his hot-as-hell boyfriend. He couldn't have imagined a scene where he was at now, slurping away at Cyrus' cock as if his life depended on it. Something so lewd and private in such a public setting. And yet, Axel took to it like a fish to water. This was his lover, after all. He wanted to do everything he could to show just how much he adored Cyrus. His life was infinitely better because this warlock entered his life. What started off as a simple flirtation in the library soon developed into something far more passionate and deep and... loving. The librarian's body trembled as he mewled over Cyrus' cock. It was a taste he had grown to savor, and he imagined that ambrosia from the ancient Greek and Roman mythologies tasted a bit like this.

The two of them worked like poetry in motion, what with his legs spread across Cyrus' chest and his fat hips pushed back to offer up his pink, winking pucker to the other man. In exchange, Axel lapped and mouthed at the other's heavy balls, alternating between one after the other. They were simply too large (and far too delicious) to fit inside his mouth at once, and as they were the source of Cyrus' perfect seed, Axel was pratically reverent of the other's sack. Time was no longer a concept for him. In this moment, it was simply him and his lover. The world didn't matter, and his only source of being, his need for sustenance, came from the stud beneath him. Whatever indication there was of the world, whether it was the sounds of the seagulls passing by or the waves from the ocean, it was all nothing to Axel's ears. He had tuned his ears to focus on the noises coming from the warlock, gauging to see what gave the other man the most pleasure and satisfaction.

As the sun began to set, Axel began to focus his efforts on mapping out every last bit of Cyrus' cock. It was certainly a challenging task, as he was being pleasured out to no end by the warlock behind him. Lewd noises slipped out past his lips whenever he felt the other man pressing his tongue along the folds of his pucker, and hot, breathy pants coated the other's member as he felt Cyrus' grip and squeeze his hips. There was no chance Axel was moving from his position, and he doubted he was in any position to even walk with the warlock eating him out this much. But he loved the way the other man held him in place, guided him. It kept him grounded and stable, like Cyrus was the only one he could ever depend on in his life. His own tongue put in its own work, trailing along the veins on the top of his boyfriend's pole. He let the tip of his tongue slide along the whole shaft, a slow and deliberate effort along such a massive pipe. Neither of them seemed to be in any rush, and Axel was more than happy to spend the rest of their time worshipping Cyrus over and over. It was the least the warlock deserved, and Axel was certain he had fallen for a god or a reincarnation of one. Because who could be such a perfect man like Cyrus?

The tender teases and tongue pokes into his quivering cunt past those sensitive folds made Axel's toes curl with delight. The librarian moaned softly, letting his lips wrap around the head of the other man's dick in turn. It wasn't to stifle up the noises he was making; Axel was sure that Cyrus loved hearing him in pure bliss. He wanted Cyrus to feel every last vibration running through his body; he wanted to give him a way of knowing... feeling how much he was being satisfied. The librarian's own cock was aching and twitching and begging for a release. A sizeable puddle had already spilled out from his weeping head as another hour passed from their session together. But Axel also knew that if he had come to completion so soon, this would all end. And it would be such a shame for that to happen. Of course, with the way he was being eaten out, Axel was also confident he would have blown his load at least four or five times already. It was unfair how crazed Cyrus made him; his body was so sensitive and needy when it came to his lover. No one could ever make him feel this way but him. But he willed himself to keep it under control, settling for little spurts of pre-cum coating over the warlock's broad and heavy chest.

Once he had finished committing the top of his lover's cock to memory (he had trailed along the veins and every last patch of skin for who knows how long), Axel had carefully batted Cyrus' cock against his face and cheeks before laying it flat. He knew that the underside was where the real treasure was at. Of course, he had shown it some proper attention before, but now was the time to really appreciate Cyrus. As he had done before, the librarian let his mouth do the work. He alternated between tender tongue licks and gentle kisses. The tip of his tongue was his most handy tools. And with the coupling of his salivating mouth providing extra spit to coat a fine layer of slick along each patch of skin, Axel began to worship the warlock once more. His tongue wriggled along every bit of vein, flicking along and around the ridge of Cyrus' cock head. He made his way down the full length, brushing his nose against the other's balls and breathing in his lover's scent deeply. It was rich and deep and musky, practically oozing of masculinity and power and pure divinity. The mere smell of it made Axel's cock twitch and weep a few more spurts of cum, and the librarian cooed with need. Was this what people meant when they were cock-drunk? When they were dazed? Whatever this feeling was, he was certain that Cyrus was the source of it. The drug that made him feel this eternal high. The god that deserved all of his love and worship, as a mere lowly mortal.

His tongue flitted along the base of the cock, returning once more to those balls to lap and worship. He wondered about how big of a load would churn out of them later. Axel wondered if he could even swallow it all, or if it would spill out of his ass and his lips, just as his saliva was doing at the moment. He wondered if the sight would be satisfying to Cyrus, if he would appreciate the view of the librarian being enraptured by him. Dragging his mouth away from the dutiful worship on the outside of the warlock's cock, Axel determined it as time for him to use his whole mouth as a hole for his lover's cock to slide into. Opening his jaw as wide as he could, the librarian slid the cock back into his warm and wet entrance. There was no way he could fit all of it in without injuring himself, only settling for a portion of the massive length. It wasn't long before Cyrus' throbbing, fat head was pressing against the back of his throat, and Axel didn't want to gag and choke in such an unseemly manner. Instead, he sucked and lapped at it gently. Keeping his jaws as relaxed as possible, the librarian flicked the cock around inside his mouth with what little space there was left. He used his tongue to swipe along and tease at the other man's cock slit, as if wanting to wriggle in and scoop out as much of Cyrus' taste as it could. With the way the other man's hips rolled and muscles flexed around him, Axel was convinced he was doing something right, and that made him very happy.

As he heard the low murmurs and the commands against his dripping hole and his tender cheeks, Axel allowed himself to do as his lover wished. There was no reason for him be tense, and he willing gave up his weight and whatever bits of tightness there were inside of him. His hole soon flexed and opened up even more, already worked to a loose, quivering state from before. It was winking back at the warlock, as if goading him back in for more. His jaw was already quite sore and aching from being open this long, and the back of his throat had its fair share of bumps with the tip of Cyrus' cock. But the forced relaxion and deep breaths allowed Axel with swallow in just a little bit more, and that progress made him glow with pride. Cyrus was back to his careful exploration, and the librarian could all but surrender himself into the mewls and whimpers on the other's length. He was certainly a wreck and a mess at this point, but there was nothing to be done about that. He was wreck because of Cyrus after all, and Axel was absolutely fine with that.

He wasn't sure how long he had been a trembling, quivering mess on top of Cyrus. He knew his hole had been properly opened up and loosened at least several hours ago, and yet, Axel still felt like he needed more. There was nothing that could separate the two of them anymore, and the librarian was practically aching for more closeness, for more touches, for more everything. The warlock was a master at touching and feeling and making love to his body, and Axel felt all of it down to his very core. A low whine bubbled up from his chest as he was tugged away, only offering a soft mewl in protest as he was expertly maneuvered about on top of his lover. Despite his own brawny and muscular size, Axel knew that it was nothing in Cyrus' hands. The warlock was, after all, the strongest and most powerful man he knew. And there was something so arousing about being hoisted around like he was nothing. He settled into his new position, shifting his hips so that he was sitting comfortably on top of the other man's stomach, gazing down at him with adoration.

So much time had passed since they started; the sun was still high in the sky when they chose to come out here to tan. But now, the moon had taken its place. The silver-white glow danced along Axel's front, highlighting his hardened nipples and heaving chest. He had worked up a frenzy, but it was a low, burning fire, like the fiery embers eager to spark up once more. The librarian whimpered at the wet, sloppy kisses along his flushed skin, breathless chuckles coming out as Cyrus mouthed over a particularly sensitive and ticklish area. "I... It's okay, I also lost track of time. I think... I like having a taste of you too much. I really do think I could kiss every last bit of you and suck on whatever I can until the end of time." Axel blushed a bit after that confession, realizing just how lewd that must have sounded to the other. His body trembled a bit once more, the cool air brushing over his warm skin. It was a surprising realization to see how long they had spent doing this, and yet, Axel couldn't imagine them doing anything else during their vacation.

"I'm... the most perfect man?" he asked back breathlessly as he watched Cyrus sit upright. With their faces much closer to each other than before, Axel couldn't help but smile affectionately back at the other man. "You're the most perfect man. I think, um, I think I started fantasizing about you as a god, you know. T-That I was just... your most devout believer, and you were deserving of my worship. I-It's crazy, I know, but... I don't think I can really imagine what my life would be like now without you, Cy. I just... Everything's better and brighter with you now in my life," he murmured back, his eyes shimmering with wetness as he realized just how much his life had changed with Cyrus now in it. Axel blushed a bit harder at the comment about his ass though, only tucking his face away to the side as a small laugh slipped out from his lips. "I-I'd hope it tasted good... You were back there for hours," he teased.

His attempt to tease the other man was immediately cut off by the teasing circles being drawn along his wet hole. Axel inhaled sharply, his back arching and his hips naturally pushing back against the pad of Cyrus' fingers. "C-Cy... Hahh..." he whimpered, his words slipping into a loud and desperate moan once a finger slipped inside. His quivering cunt was so loose and expectant for something to be inside of him that it all but swallowed up the middle fingers wriggling into him. Axel groaned, his head falling forward to rest on the warlock's broad shoulder as his hole flexed and clenched around the finger. Cyrus' fingers were thick and long, and even a mere finger pushing and curling inside of him made him squeal with pleasure. It was like the warlock was testing out every last bundle of nerves inside of him, flicking and playing with it like an instrument to draw out these noises from him. The librarian gasped at the retraction and insertion each time, his body both used to the sensation and yet as hungry and sensitive for it as if it were the first time. "Hnghh... Nnng..." Axel panted, struggling to form words as Cyrus fucked him with just a single finger. It was slow and precise and deliberate, as if his lover knew exactly where it was inside of him that drew out the loudest moans and biggest waves of pleasure. If Axel thought he had mapped out the other man's cock, it certainly didn't compare to how Cyrus knew the inside of him. He wanted to say something, wanted to offer up his own confessions, wanted to kiss the other man again and again and show him just how much he cared for him too.

But all Axel could offer up was a low whine and a rather needy press of his lips against Cyrus' throat as his hips bucked and rubbed his leaking cock along the other's ridged and bumpy abs. "L-Love... hah... I-I... Hngh, Cy, w-wait, I... I love you... love you t-too..." He managed to stammer it out, but it wasn't exactly the heartfelt confession he had wanted. It was, no doubt, the best he could muster in that given moment.

It wasn't often that he got days off for himself; Edward liked to think that he was good at his job and that was why he had been called in so often. But for the physician, he did relish his free days. It meant that he could sit back and relax, something that he didn't realize he needed until both Theodore and Cyrus commented on how tight his muscles had been. So, the doctor opted to lounge in the infinity pool, propping himself up against the ledge to bask in the sunlight a bit longer before he went inside.

His blissful meditation was interruped by the sound of the backdoor opening. Sleepily blinking his eyes open, Edward smiled at the sight of the absolute stud of a man making his way towards him. He wasn't as forward as some of the other men in the mansion, but Edward was certainly grateful for any moments he did get with him. Cyrus was certainly a busy man having to entertain all of them, and the doctor was happy that he would even get this time alone.

"Have you come to join me in the water?" he asked sweetly, not really minding if Cyrus chose to do so or not. There were other things the two of them could get up to that didn't involve the pool, after all. "Or did you just miss seeing my handsome face for so long?" The doctor pushed himself upright, letting the water droplets slide down the front of his body. With his heavy, juicy pecs on display for the other man to appreciate, and his skin-tight speedo accentuating the curves of his backside, Edward knew coming out to swim today was the right idea.

"You know, I can't seem to remember when the last time you and I got to go on a proper date together. Are you sure you aren't just avoiding me? My feelings would be so terribly hurt," he teased once more as he gazed up at Cyrus with wonder in his eyes. And it certainly was a wonder to see such a handsome, sexy, beast of a man be so invested in every single one of them. Edward knew he should be jealous, but if he were honest, he was simply grateful Cyrus would even pay attention to someone like him. "Would you care to join me for a bath? Or in the hot tub? I could use the company. And the body heat."

being in the air force for years, dean knew how to take orders from those above him but that didn't necessarily mean he liked taking them from just anyone. now that he was back in civilian life, dean didn't like being told what to do. cyrus, however, was hot and that domineering attitude made his cock twitch. making a face, the pilot didn't protest but mumbled something before the man left the room.

after a few seconds, he slid his denim jacket off and then the black top he'd been wearing along with his jeans and the rest of his clothes. once he was finally naked and that muscular body of his was on full display, he impatiently sat on the edge of the bed.

"where the fuck is he?"

( hot tub ) my muse makes out with your muse in a hot tub

Warm water kept him and his friend safe from the cold of early December that swept all around them. Not that Raphael really needed it, considering his body was always warm. But it was true that the hot tub felt nice. Not only its warmth, but the way it massaged his muscles and made bubbles come up, tickling his skin in a pleasing way. That, and of course, the company. From his side of the tub, he could look straight into Cyrus' eyes. Their legs and feet touched under water, in a rhythm that seemed random, almost out of purpose, if it wasn't for the fact that Raphael had the intention of touching.

"and then the guy actually won. I couldn't believe my eyes, really. It was pint after pint and he just turned one after the other until they were empty. And he finished with enough time to make fun of all of us for not believing him." Raphael scoffed, shaking his head. "I'm a very lightweight for drinking. More than three pints and I'm ready for bed." He perked his eyebrows. "Even though sometimes I get a bit... happy and touchy."

He admitted it with intention, but that didn't stop his cheeks for suddenly getting a new shade of red. He moved his leg, one foot caressing Cyrus' leg, going up to reach almost his knee. They were so close. The day had been so good. And they were alone now, with glasses of wine half empty on their side. If this was his chance, Raphael felt he had to take it.

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Ray lounged in the bed of his truck, his back against the rear window with booted ankles crossed and hands behind his head. He was parked out in front of the shop still, having just finished with putting away an evening restock run and switching on the garage's neon sign.

Taking a deeper breath of cooling autumn air, he stared out at the landscape around him, with only one road cutting through it and lit warmly by the setting sun. Moments like this were some of the best, times Ray could take just to be.

Even when the moment was interrupted by another vehicle pulling up with a loud long squeal of worn-out brakes, he was struck by more curiosity than any irritation. Engine sounded fine, at least at first blush. Noise probably started on the road, then; a simple enough fix. When the driver got out, though, Ray's tongue had to remember how to work and not just loll like a damn hound's. He swallowed hard, tearing his eyes away from a handsome face, broad shoulders, and thick muscles to glance at the stranger's car instead.