#murdockbilaws

　　hughie missed having his own shower. it was such an insignificant problem in the grand scheme of things - being perpetual runaways who now carried a living, breathing, quite bigoted super weapon alongside them and whatnot - and yet he couldn't help but wish he did not have to constantly drag the smell of sweat and blood wherever they went to. relying on pure chance of their hiding places having decent piping - if any. that had not been the case that day, so the desperate vigilante opted for the next best thing - communal showers. it as a quick walk away from their filthy motel, and the only catch was that he would have to take soldier boy along for the ride while butcher left to do...whatever he was hiding from them. reluctantly, hughie agreed.

　　luckily, the place had barely any clientele. a few other men here and there, and most chose to sneak into private booths once they caught someone else's eye. their intentions were pretty obvious, and hughie could do nothing but blush and turn a blind eye. hughie chose to relax though, closing his eyes and allowing the warm water to run through his body. hands scrubbing soap all across his lithe figure, lips parting to let out a content sigh.

　　throughout his time with the boys he had built up some muscle, but nothing remarkable. he remained as tall and lanky as he started, his particular gift being one he did not pay much attention to. not until soldier boy chose to point it out of nowhere, prompting the human to open his eyes and cover himself. as if the supe had not seen everything already.

　　"what the..." all he could do was stare and listen. hands pulling away as the older man did his best to emasculate the already quite insecure hughie. perhaps at the worst time to try doing so. with a furious flush on his cheeks, the young man straightened his back, not taking his eyes away from soldier boy. "i- hey, t-this is no fucking prosthetic, alright?" his hand moved down, taking his soft cock by the base and slapping it on his thigh. "see? jesus..."

It was hard to get Clark alone, even harder to try and quiet his brain so he wasn't listening to gunshots across the country to zip off. There were other heroes out there, and tonight Lois was in a severe drought of Clark-less-ness that was needing a fix. He'd been a little playful, had set the mood, and basically laid out the entire red carpet to signal to Clark what the night would be - especially considering they had their Metropolis condo alone.

Stu was exhausted, he had never had to bother so much using his powers as he found himself doing in that moment. Everytime Galacta called, in fact. Never had him consider using his powers for stimulating others in a mean to recover, and the exhaustion that came iwth it was the worst.

Steve came out of the bedroom scratching his head. He was naked, would've covered with a t-shirt but it was just not what he wanted. Or what would've helped. So he just walked around the place with a light thin grey fabric that fully wrapped his cock and balls, and those alone, leaving the sides of his pubis exposed, wrapping strings connecting to his rear, keeping it high only and exclusively from the strong sized behind he owned. Sitting down on the couch, he put netflix and tried to find something to watch but the pain was too distracting. Hand brought to try and massage his left breast as much as possible, but othe than the sliding droplet, it didn't help.