#rexthread

Rex usually kept himself respectable and tidy. Reliable, even. Useful on an Olympus like he was on the farm back home.

But tonight, he would be messy as hell, partying in whatever number of the night this Tokyo club was. And now he had a familiar face to party with.

Rex did have a thing for a forthright, honest man who made no effort hiding what they wanted. He'd always been that way himself, to a degree, and it was a quality he came to expect from the people in his life. Not even in a sexual way, necessarily, but it did make that a lot easier for him.

Rex just always got along with trans men. Would've been weird if he didn't —and he did hear of some who even hated their fellow brothers— but he liked knowing Olympus had quite a few guys like himself. Safety in numbers and all that. Plus, Dario was quite attractive and Rex couldn't claim to be oblivious to that.

Honestly it never got old, simulating the experience of having a dick without actually possessing one. Rex's telekinesis had its obvious uses and applications, of course, but manipulating energy or molecules in the air or whatever allowed him to place some propulsive movement wherever he wanted it.

So he focused it on his crotch most times he had sex, allowing him to top whoever he wanted without material intervention. Axel seemed to enjoy it, anyway.

"Fuck, you're tight—" he grunts, hips bucking against the younger guy's meaty ass cheeks, causing them to clap on each thrust. "Well I assume you're right, can't actually feel your hole around my—"

All this talking wasn't sex.

Rex hated feeling so pale. Such was his lot in life. Even back on the farm, a farmer's tan was better than no tan. His alabaster skin, though very pretty with his bright red hair, made him feel insecure. The moment he arrived in Tokyo, he knew he needed to fix that. But he hadn't expected to see a familiar face.