whisperer

Ian realizes that stopping to pose any time he walks by a reflective surface doesn’t help with his reputation around the base. He can’t 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, Ian’s reputation as the “holy hero” is all but botched amongst his peers. He’s definitely not fond of the resident himbo identifier, but he simply can’t stop. The compulsion to maintain and increase his mass is all-consuming to the point that he’s 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 there’s something imperfect about his form. “No no no … this isn’t right. I need to add more weight during my third workout … maybe do more sets too…” 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. “Hey! Come check me out for a sec. Please? I need a second opinion.”

‘‘ It does feel really nice, being cooped up inside all this time. I’m really starting appreciate the sun and fresh air, of course the freedom.’’ Rafi chuckled, smiling some.  ‘’ Um I don’t know..I haven’t really thought about it. I do like to be isolated but Imma start changing that a little bit now…being cooped up like that was way too excessive.’’  

‘‘ I’m surprised for once the air, doesn’t smell like shit today. That’s a shocker.’‘ Rafi stated as he looked over at the overly gleeful man, who looked like a dog who was ready for his walk. ‘‘ It is pretty nice out here, I have to admit.’‘ 

Tom pushed his fingers through his hair and let out a heavy breath. He had a small smile on his face as the man next to him said what he was thinking. “Freedom usually is followed by the smell of smoke, sweat and blood.” The Chimera looked over at the guy. “But I like this more. What’s the first thing you’re gonna do now?”

Jordan chuckled as he heard the other man’s words. “Thought we were going to be trapped inside forever, huh?” Jordan asked with an amused expression as he looked at the other man with a grin.

He continued to make quick work of Atlas’ cock, getting the full, hardened cock fully into his mouth and pushed deep into his tight, hot throat. Griffin rumbled lowly in approval, sending vibrations over the cock as he began to suck and lap away at it. The little whispers and low moans were all the encouragement he needed as he squeezed Atlas’ butt a little tighter, guiding the protege’s hips to rock his hips against Griffin’s face.

Griffin gave him another lick on the hardening member, purring in delight at the way it tasted. “Good. I want to hear every moment of it,” he murmured, before flicking his tongue out to slide along the full length of Atlas’ member. The mentor grunted, bright blue eyes still staring up at him. Inch by inch, he began to engulf the other’s cock, slipping it into his mouth while he teased it with his tongue.

Once he got Atlas undressed completely, Griffin remained staring up at the younger man. Blue eyes were unwavering, hands still wrapped around him and gently tracing the small of his back. The mentor slowly moved down lower, finding and cupping the other’s bottom once more as he guided Atlas closer to him. “I’ve had practice,” he chuckled, only leaning in to nose away the other man’s hands that were hiding his growing member. “Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re truly something else, you know?” Griffin continued staring at him before placing a soft kiss on the tip of Atlas’ arousal. It was gentle and light, and his tongue flitted out to run along the slit of his cock. “Loved hearing all the little noises you were making.”

Sitting up as Atlas moved to strip, he watched with enjoyment on the couch as he saw the younger man tug off his pants and then his shirt, leaving him clad in underwear that clung to him tightly in ways Griffin could only dream of. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around Atlas’ waist to hold him close. Staring up at him with bright blue eyes, the blonde mentor leaned in to grasp the waistband of his underwear between his teeth. As teasingly as he could, Griffin began to tug it down inch by inch, underwear in his teeth, until he tugged the rest of it down with his hands.

“Is this alright, Atlas?” he whispered softly between kisses. He nibbled and nipped on the younger man’s bottom lip. Griffin tugged on it carefully as his hands continued to shift Atlas’ pants further down, their hips and crotches rolling together. The blonde man grunted, feeling their growing arousals rub together through the minimal amounts of clothing. “You’re… amazing. You want to strip for me?” he whispered once he got the other man into his underwear.

Griffin purred into the gentle kisses, slowly nipping and kissing at Atlas’ soft lips over and over. His tongue continued to explore the other’s mouth, mapping it out and imprinting it to memory. “You do…” he chuckled, beard rubbing against the younger man’s face as they continued kissing on top of the couch. The mentor rolled his hips slowly, letting their clothed bulges rub up against each other. Sliding his hands down Atlas’ body, one hand flicked at the pants’ button before he began palming the protege’s hard-on.

Smiling at the soft moan, Griffin squeezed and played with Atlas’ ass some more, grunting as their bulges rubbed against each other. It didn’t help that the younger man’s hands trailed over his body, slipping down his chest. He accepted the kiss, letting it deepen and swell with passion. The blonde man slipped his tongue inside Atlas’ mouth, carefully exploring him. “You have me,” he murmured, before scooping him up and tilting him so that the younger man was underneath him, Griffin straddling his legs to the couch. “You taste wonderfully…” he murmured, carefully sliding up the other’s shirt to take it off.

Lukas shrugged his shoulders. “This definitely has inconvenienced me, however I rarely went out anyways. I miss not having to deal with cycling through all the fake information being posted on the internet when I try to look up information using my powers.” Lukas said with a sigh. It can leave me with quite the migraine if I do it for to long.” And considering how easy it was for one to lose themselves when on a computer….When you’re brian was the computer? It was even worse. “Social interactions were always my kryptonite. So for me? Besides more people being around here 24/7, this is quite the same for me.”