goddess mothra

“I know how boners work..” Vincent mumbled beneath his breath, blushing vividly as he glanced down at the floor between them. He wanted to chastize Navedra for lecturing him on the science of boners but resisted the urge. The alien had good intentions even as he stepped closer and closer into his space. Vincent swallowed a knot in his throat and steeled himself. This was happening and there was no way in hell he was gonna let this opportunity pass him by. “I do. I want you to help me relieve this and I wanna help you, too.” Boldly and without hesitating, he reached around Nevadra to grip his ass. He brought them close, eliminating any distance between them as their bodies collided. Vincent palmed his ass, squeezing and kneading the round flesh there. “You’ve got my permission to do whatever you want to me, okay?” He spoke in a half-whisper as he leaned up, pressing a kiss to Navedra’s lips with a low growl. It was odd for Vincent to be so dominant but Navedra had kindled that fire inside of him and he didn’t intend to let it die down. 

r bold   —   applies always. italic   —   applies sometimes.

INCLINATIONS   /   HABITS.

is submissive   |   is dominant   |   prefers to top   |   prefers to bottom   |   likes to switch   |   identifies as heterosexual   |   identifies as homosexual  |   identifies as bisexual   |   identifies as pansexual   |   identifies as demisexual   |   identifies as asexual   |   enjoys sex with men  |   enjoys sex with women   |   enjoys sex with multiple people at one time   |   initiates   |   waits for partner to initiate   |   spits   |   swallows   |   prefers sex in the morning   |   prefers sex at night   |   prefers sex any time   |   no sex drive   |   low sex drive   |   average sex drive   |   high sex drive   |   hypersexual

BODY   /   APPEARANCE.

small build   |   medium build  |   athletic build   |   muscular build   |   curvy build   |   wears boxers  |   wears lingerie   |   goes  ‘commando’   |   shaves/waxes  |   doesn’t shave/wax   |   facial hair   |   clean shaven   |   a-b cup   |   c-d cup   |   dd+ cup  |   1-5" in length   |   6-9" in length  |   10" or over in length

SOUNDS.

is silent/makes little to no sounds   |   is very quiet   |   is loud   |   grows in volume over time   |   bites hand/partner/pillow to muffle themselves   |   calls out partner’s name  |   curses   |   fakes/exaggerates   |   prefers a quiet partner   |   prefers a loud partner  |   is turned on by dirty talk   |   is turned off by dirty talk

TURN – ONS   /   KINKS.

It may have been a one night stand for the both of them, but Jon never forgot how good Navedra made him feel for those long, blissful hours. Even to this day it remained a favorite memory for him to revisit, usually in the context of a lonely, horny evening spent alone in his bed. Feeling the expanse of his tanned, voluptuous form, thrusting deeply inside Nav’s tight, velvety asshole… Jon didn’t even have to touch his dick to get off when the vision played out in his head. That was Navedra’s other superpower.

So it was pretty damned hard for Jon to ignore the muscled beauty unveiling before him, as though he were offering himself to be eaten. Devoured. Navedra wasn’t dumb. He knew what he was doing. And it was working.

“Right,” Jon says to himself, joining Nav in the bathroom with perfect tunnel vision, ignoring the other man’s bare physique like it was nothing to be oogled at. “Here you go,” he says, finding a towel and handing it to his former flame, keeping his line of sight fixed onto Navedra’s face and nowhere else.

Then Navedra makes Jon an offer he couldn’t —but should— refuse. “I don’t know if that’s such a great idea, Nav,” Jon chuckles nervously, wondering if the other man fixed some sort of erogenous potion to woo him, or if that was just Mothra himself doing what he did best naturally. “You— you know how much I care for you. How much I respect you. We can’t do that again, not now. It’s just the quarantine speaking for you. We’re both going stir-crazy and—”

Jon knew Navedra wouldn’t take no for answer… but nevertheless, he persisted.

He meant no harm.

Navedra’s eyes shift toward their feet. Not to say that he was embarrassed or ashamed of his reaction to Jon’s presence or even the extended offer. He gladly accepts the towel and as he reaches, he makes physical contact. It was like a spark that surged through him like static but far more tactile like a muscular tremor that sent his neuromuscular synapsis into a frenzy. He follows the point of contact as he aligns his fingers with his knuckles. He admires the surge but soon compresses the pads of his fingers against the protrusion of the boned joints. Like the curious being at heart, he slowly transverses the soft flex of his forearm. His muscle mass and definition always seemed to draw Navedra spellbound. He follows the line of attachment but he hovers just at the bulk of his massive bicep. That spot alone held him captive.

He inhales sharply.

Navedra is taken by glimpses. The cloak of night wrapping around their tangled bodies. Limbs arranged so perfectly as their pace and tempo surpassed the finest athletes and even their superiors. He could remember gasping for air as it didn’t seem to come quick enough and he braced against those muscles as if they gave him the sweet sanctum from the passionate throws of sex. He clung to the man’s body as he tugged at his core. He looks into Jon’s eyes a moment as if to escape his own thoughts but he could feel the natural response to being taken by the idea. His hand barely pressed and covered the impressive pec that even he had difficulty hiding. His nipples perked as if begging for those lips to cling and that tongue to thrash. Maybe even a few nibbles. He could feel himself start to physiologically respond.

The thick swallow follows.

“I–You have a point. Perhaps we are stir-crazy but I think that I speak clearly with desire and want.” He rambles. “Perhaps we shouldn’t shower together because of the natural progression of our energies wanting to intertwine yet again. But I do not want or say that out of the circumstance. I’ve always enjoyed and yearned to have you unravel me.” Navedra admitted, he pulls the towel to his chest to keep hands off of Jon. Maybe it was best. “Maybe a shower was my gateway into seeing you free, again.”

Another thick swallow.

There was no way in hell that Nevadra was oblivious to what he was doing. When the other phased out of sight Vincent narrowed his eyes in suspicion. What the hero said next rendered the young hero shocked and sputtering for purchase. “Aroused?!” He squeaked, “Me? Never. I don’t even know what that word means!” Vincent spat out a pathetic excuse and Navedra kept piling it on which only made the boy squirm. At the compliment, he couldn’t help but grin. That was nice to hear and it made him feel slightly better about the awkward predicament he currently found himself in. With that he removed the book from his groin, proudly sporting his throbbing erection. “Thank you, I guess. It can be a pain sometimes because when it gets hard it becomes super obvious. You’re the first person to ever tell me that though. So thanks, I really do appreciate it.” His shoulders relaxed and his whole demeanor changed to show that he felt more comfortable.

“It’s a natural response to something or someone who might be a little more sexually stimulating.” Navedra goes on. He was able to let eyes drift away from the erection that salutes him from the small lump that displaced the crotch of his pants. The larger male shifted closer to him. He was comfortable with it being the topic of conversation and if he weren’t any wiser, he would’ve continued to praise the boy’s mast. He smiles softly, forgetting to fetch the basket of muffins only to invite closeness. He dissolves the space between them as he shook his head. “I hope you don’t feel ashamed of my attention, Vincent.” A hand is placed upon his own core and lightly pats as he shifts his gaze away from him for a moment. He found himself debating so many theories and thoughts that he wasn’t exactly sure of how Vincent would perceive him or it. Vincent was sweet, honest, and had an attraction about him that piqued both interest and curiosity. Instead, he chooses to be blunter. “Do you want me to relieve you?” Navedra didn’t flinch. “I don’t know if you’ve been with a humanoid but I have all the same identifiable parts as male. There are just a few...genetic modifications besides my size. If I am crossing a line of comfort, let me know. But I’d rather be granted permission than assumption.”

Jon would have been fine with sharing his quarters with anybody during the shutdown on Advocates hQ, but Navedra being the one to shack with him for the time being came with loaded sentiment. They had history. Much more than most of the people who populated their halls. Jon and Nav remained close, but not this close, literally speaking.

“My bed is massive, but so are the both of us, Nav,” smirks Jon, preparing a makeshift bed on his couch in the living room. “I showered earlier, don’t worry about me. If you’re gonna save water, do it because we might need to with this whole situation… we’re not sure if Pollenspree has affected the water supply yet. Better to be safe than sorry, though…”

He hears Navedra calling from the bathroom  and catches a glimpse of his voluptuous, muscular body in the mirror; yep, still attractive. Those bulging biceps, that heavy chest that bounces with each step, the dark erect nipples he once enjoyed nipping at with his teeth—

Not now, Jon.

“Oh,” he says simply, remembering where he was. “In the cupboard next to the shower. Need help finding them?”

“I’ve never been one to take up much space, no matter how big I am. You know this, Jon.” The conversation ensues. His eyes study his the expanse of splayed fingers and he’d even look down at his toes. Wiggling them as if saluting himself. He was lighter too than humans his same size but that was a debate for his unique physiology. While most people would’ve cowered or hid from being so exposed, even in the presence of someone familiar, Navedra disconnected from the nudity. It was a nod to his level of trust with Jon. 

A part of him cherished what they’d made with one another while he honestly respected the man far too much to place so much emphasis on the moments in time. He peeks through the mirror. He saw most of himself but he could detail the man’s shadow. That stature was unique. Just standing in the middle of his bathroom was like rehearsing those same lines and reliving every moment. He still chose the same cologne which worked exquisitely with his biochemistry.

“Sure. Show me.” Navedra wasn’t dumb. Sometimes absent but he was aware of the neurochemical response that just thinking about the man had on him and the reaction that was going to occur. He bites his bottom lip trying not to dwell too much on it but even he felt a twinge in the crotch and a painful tightening in his chest from nipples hardening. Juices, for a lack of tact, began to flow. “Take another,” he pauses, looking back hoping to catch a gaze and to show the gleam of his piercing well beneath the waist. He could feel the intoxicating pull of his energy and he wanted to sate that feeling he’d chased ever since. “With me.” 

It was past midnight again, and despite being stuck with all of the heroes here, it was surprisingly quiet. Kendall really expected something to be going on, but he found himself to be alone in front of this big window, staring at the pollen that fell during the night sky. Something about this was making him feel a bit homesick. It was kind of twisted to say, but it reminded him of the gentle snow that blanketed over the quaint little town he was from. However, the protege knew it wasn’t like that. Here, everything was flipped over on its head, and the fact that they had to stay indoors because lethal pollen now terrorized the city made him think if he bit off more than he could chew. Maybe he wasn’t cut out for all of this, and he should have just remained where he was. But, his thoughts were disrupted by the steps of someone getting closer, leaving the young man to tighten his robe and hiding the plaid boxers that he wore underneath. “You can’t sleep either, bud?”

Navedra meets Kendall with a gentle smile. Perhaps there wasn’t much to be said about how he latched on to one of the many protege’s but he had a bit of this thing with the young man. He couldn’t be his mentor but there were other ways to show his fondness and the growing bond with him. He gestures to the basket of small carrot cakes that he iced in a nice sheath of cream cheese frosting and wrapped in the most adorable little plastic-wrapped bows. Of course, they were all for him. “I’ve been looking for you,” Navedra responds. “My sleep patterns aren’t as normalized as humans. I could go into a stasis pod or meditate but I’d just be wasting time forcing myself into such situations.” Navedra offers baked goods to him. “I figured that you could use something made with a little more care than the stuff out of vending machines.” He leans closer. “If you’d like to talk about something, anything really, let me know. Sleeping is hard when you’re stuck in a place with strangers. I should know.” 

“My geneticist wouldn’t agree with the whole sentiment of giving anyone but him the praise. Who knows. He might be on his way to Earth right now. I was created under the microscope. They picked what physical features they wanted me to have. That’s not random but intentional.” Navedra furrows a brow. What was the man getting at? Had the quarantine gotten to him, too? Navedra pulls out his tablet to take notes on the matter incase a diagnosis and a prescription was in order. “Are you feeling well?” Navedra tries to contain his blush by writing which he does exceptionally well. 

“I threatened to throw you out, that is correct. But I don’t--” Navedra was confused. Moreso than he’d like to admit. The man was insistent on paying compliment of his physique. That part he understood. Where he misunderstood his stance was the teasing. He was only standing here. “Have you gone mad?” 

“That’s a silly question, cause you’re here of course.” the boy beamed. “You decided to join an organization that means a lot to me, and one that is trying to make the world a better place for everybody. Since this is my dad’s creation, I got to make sure all of it’s members know how much they’re appreciated. Dad and I never had a huge family, so you’re all family to me, new, old, it doesn’t matter, each and every one is essential to making this all work.” Lark said, explaining his feelings about advocates and the role it would take in modern-day society. It was truly something else to see this many people band together under a flag of unity, to stamp out bigotry and hatred. Sure none of them were perfect, but they were there and they were meant for great things. Lark believed so. Seeing the man set up a little area for them made him smile, sitting down crosslegged with Nav. “All we really needed was your presence and smile, but this is amazing.” he mused. “A lark does sing, so it just makes sense that I’d be your little songbird. Alright take your pick, there’s cakes, snacks, cookies, some chocolate there, pocky sticks, and different flavored kit-kats, and some ice cream.”

Navedra was honored to be viewed in such a way that he really didn’t get to hear as often- not that he needed to be reassured or affirmed. He watches Lark for a moment, making sure he knew he was still aware and acknowledging him as he spoke but he opts to take his seat. He sat with his legs crossed and he settles into the spot. He made sure he kept alignment from the top of his neck to the base of his spine. His legs distributing an even amount of pull. “Lark, you have a way with words. I wonder where you get that from.” He smiles softly, trying not to emote too much or else he’d be too obviously beaming. And he wouldn’t seem to show humility. They deserved for people to be nice to them because this world wasn’t as friendly to those who were marginalized- even as their population was a small sector of a percent. He just chuckles softly and waits for the presentation to happen before picking all the snacks with prettier packaging and colors. “I can’t thank you enough for this. Really, though. I’m sure you do nice things for everyone but this means...more than you’ll ever understand. This is a wonderful gift.” He smiles. “But, I wouldn’t be a friend to your father if I didn’t ask...how have you been and is there anything else I could do for you..either of you.” 

“Yee, yee, yee. Save the semantics and yada yada.” The taller male spoke and chuckle towards the other. “But seriously are you always like this? Kind of like a stick in the mud.” The former convict never truly had an filter and always asked the first thing that was on his mouth. He didn’t think that he was asking something harsh, so he moved closer to the male and watched what he was doing. “Minerals? Like rocks and stuff?” Okay, sometimes the gruff male could be as dumb as a door knob,but he had his moments. “Are you always stuffed in here? You should definitely get out more. Especially with an ass like that, you shouldn’t keep it stuffed up in here.” He smiled softly, trying to lighten up the mood, but he was sure Navedra was going to smack the hell out of him, but to be fair he wouldn’t have been the first.

Navedra blanked for several moments of their encounter and he was sure the other man could see the vast expanse of his reactions. From confusion to overwhelmed, he tried to compose a pretty good synopsis of what was going on. “Stop.” Navedra insisted as he rubbed his temples. He took a deep breath trying to get him to stop talking and to bring down his surge of energy. “Has anyone ever told you to think faster than your voice carries?” Navedra inhaled heavily and his chest swells beneath the compressive fabric of his lab uniform. “I’ll have you know, I’m not any type of stick in any mud. You don’t go into a medical clinic while an operation or a laboratory that’s conducting an experiment. Suppose he would’ve shot you with one of his attacks--that would’ve fallen on my team’s lap. Procedure and protocol.” Navedra scolds but his tone was nothing aggressive. “Like essential elements to living- minerals. Iron. Magnesium. Zinc. These are all minerals. Small doses help humans survive.” He shifts, shaking his head. The comment throws him and he clears his throat behind his fist. “No more overreacting or I’m putting you out the lab until further notice. alright?” Navedra sighs. 

“I don’t mind at all. I’m just not used to talking about it aloud, y’know? It’s not something that gets brought up in casual conversation.” He squeaked, steeling himself to at least sound somewhat normal in front of Navedra. He wanted to appear cool, calm and calculating but was instead only making himself out to appear as a bumbling idiot. Vincent blamed that on his raging testerone and how Navedra caused it to surge in him. “What I want? Well, that’s easy! I wanna help the world, of course. I wanna be able to help everybody in need if I can. Like any other hero.” It was a lame answer but it was effective. “Concentrated around what?” Vincent followed where Navedra was gesturing and instantly felt all the blood pool from his face. Smack dab against his thigh and trailing nearly the length of it was a sizable bulge. Admiring the hero so blatantly had given Vincent a throbbing boner and he had failed to notice it until then. Of course, it was just his luck that Navedra himself pointed it out. “Uh, I dunno what you mean. I’m totally fine.” That was an awful lie and as he moved his book to cover his crotch he was only making it obvious. 

“Well you will help us all. I hear you are quite gifted.” Navedra tried to make it less obvious but the book wasn’t placed in time. Navedra was already basically studying his anatomical advantage. Comparable to his height and size, he had a treasure lurking well beneath the man’s nose. Not to make him feel odd or peculiar but the hybrid began to study his patterns. The arrangement was well off neutral balance but not enough to cause concern. He just had a particular elevation within his pelvic girdle. It was almost as if seeing a steel rod become red-hot. And while he wasn’t exactly ashamed, he should’ve been more cautious. Was he going to start? Probably after a few more moments of analyzing the situation and the boy’s reactions. Navedra tilts his head and blinks, phasing out of visibly seeing the male’s energy waves to his physical disposition. “Are you sure you are alright? You seem aroused.” Navedra spoke first. “Are you, as they call it, horny?” Navedra blinked several times, looking up from the now-covered girthy erection to his facial features. He was clearly overwhelmed and Navedra tried to look away. The only thing he could think about was their conversation. “If I’m causing it, let me know. I don’t mean to be quite frank but..if I may..it would appear that you have a wonderfully sized penis.” He smiles. “I mean..no offense.”