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Watching a movie with Colt, Naomi didn't think things would go this way. But what they thought would be a fun, light action movie turned out to be a bit more naughty than they initially thought. The scenes of intimacy made Naomi crave it -- she lost so much of it when she left her family behind. Being celibate was not something she particularly enjoyed.

But she didn't want to use Colt. Even if her feelings were growing fonder and deeper every day, she didn't want to lead him on and make him fall for her -- she was pretty sure by now that an early grave was at the end of her road. She couldn't be separated from the Rider, doing so would be her undoing. Breaking the curse before it could affect her kid was going to end her.

But Colt's hand found its way to her thigh, and his lips to her cheek, and she found herself returning the affection. Two lonely people, finding solace in each other.

Kisses deepened, hands explored, and she soon found herself on top of him in her underwear, grinding as she wanted more, craved more. "You can't fucking fall for me," she muttered against his lips. "Please..." she pleaded, not sure herself if she was asking for his cock, or for him to keep her at arm's length. Maybe a bit of both. She wanted him to be the voice of reason, to keep her grounded.

Not that Remy minded. He was nothing if not adaptable. Used to sleeping in the nude, he chose to keep boxers on for Cole's eyes. No need to show off to the man unprompted.

Remy's light sensitive eyes peered open as he felt Cole's hand on his hip, and he gave a little grunt as he adjusted his position. Cole was a gruff, but very attractive man, and Remy was not oblivious to his charms.

"Where you goin' with that?" Remy asked, the caresses on his hip and thigh definitely turning him on, voice rough with sleep. "Don't start somethin' you won't finish... oh." The moment Remy talked of finishing, Cole's deft hand started to stroke the outline of his hardening flesh through the boxers, and Remy let out a low moan.

Morph - Kevin for those in the know - was freed from Sinister's control but not willing to go back to the X-Men full time just yet. They went on a cross country soul-searching trip, trying to help folks out when they could but otherwise staying off radar.

That's when they met Johnny. He was in a tough spot and Morph helped him through the power of one liners and shapeshifting. As a result, Johnny took them under his wing - he was friendly with Logan too, so the pair could bond over their shared love for the feral mutant.

They rented a motel room that night, to sleep on a bed instead of camping out in the wilderness, and Johnny brought over a bottle of bourbon to drown out the voices of his nightmares.

Morph wanted to partake in the drinking too, so they made it a game. Johnny was good with holding his liquor, and Morph drank just enough to loosen up some and ditch their inhibitions.

As the night went on, Morph confessed their love for Logan, their inexperience, and their fears at being rejected for being gay. Johnny reassured them that he would not kick them to the curb - and neither would Logan from what he knew of their mutual friend.

The night devolved further, and upon learning that Morph never kissed or did anything else with anyone, Johnny offered himself up for experimentation.

They kissed, touched, and Johnny dropped his pants to show off, shameless as ever. He laid down on the bed as Morph quietly explored his body, giving in to their desires for the first time in their life. Johnny was hard, enjoying the attention... and he gasped when Morph leaned down and tentatively took his girth in their mouth. A low moan escaped his lips, but he didn't move, giving full control to the mutant to explore to their heart's content.

Growing emboldened, they held his base and gave him some licks, taking him in their mouth now and then. Johnny was squirming and whimpering, the ministrations were enough to keep him hot but not enough to bring any relief. He wasn't pushing Morph to do more, though, as he didn't want to scare off the skittish mutant. He just laid there with his arms crossed behind his head, watching the pale polymorph as they continued to tease and explore.

Feeling the blue gaze on them, they looked at his face, seeing how flustered and flushed Johnny was, realizing that they were giving him... well... blue balls. "I don't know how... uh... to bring you there..."

The situation was... embarrassing, but so... so hot. Cassie and Johnny stopped by a local library to consult some books on local folklore while investigating some supernatural happenings.

She'd been teasing him all day, especially on the bike ride to the library, her hands holding onto him very low on his abdomen (too low, fingers grazing over his crotch to elicit reactions from him). She didn't stroke too intently as she didn't want the bike to crash and burn, but she was definitely being a little shit about it.

The moment she was in the deeper part of the library, looking at books, Johnny was the one to press up against her back with his hands going to her short skirt. She peered back at him and ground her bubble butt against his crotch, very much provoking him into doing more.

His lips captured hers for a rough kiss, his fingers slipping into her underwear as she let out a muffled whimper and a moan.

She was wet and aching for his touch, and ground into his fingers eagerly. She closed her eyes, giving herself over to him - she usually liked to have the leading role but she could give it to him for once.

She heard his grunt when he freed his length from his jeans, missing his touch when he slipped a condom onto his girth.

Peering at him over her shoulder, she bent forward and braced herself against one of the shelves. His hand came to cover her mouth and she sucked on the fingers to taste her own juices when he thrust into her roughly.

Maxine was feeling naughty. Very, very naughty. A successful mission, Cole being hot as fuck, and they were driving back to base. She started by placing her hand on Cole's upper thigh, massaging slowly but purposefully. He shot her a surprised look but continued to drive.

Next she slid her digits higher up and cupped his crotch, massaging him through his pants. He cursed under his breath and gave a low grunt, which brought a smile to her lips. "Keep driving or pull over... I don't mind."

She smirked at him and unzipped his pants, leaning towards him as she pulled his length out of his boxers and pants. She darted her tongue and lapped at the tip, squirming lightly. This was so fucking hot.

She took him in her mouth and started to bob, saliva coating his flesh, careful not to be too rough with her metal jaw. It wasn't very different from someone else keeping their teeth from touching the sensitive flesh.

Rachel and Korvus could barely keep their hands off each other most of the time, ever since they reunited. The moment that they were alone in a room, Korvus was pulling her in his embrace, and the pair kissed passionately.

This time they were in the garage, and Rachel used her powers to turn off any camera or surveillance device around so that they could make out in private.

Things got heated and very soon, Rachel was half naked, pulling his cock out of his pants, and climbing him to feel his hard length rub against her sensitive folds.