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"Such a hardworking man. You deserve good things. If it's any correlation, I believe you will always do more than 'attempt' any 'effort', Steve." Simon had seen many changes. The pressures of trying to mold one's self to the world. He'd witness it tear many of their relationships in half but he'd also witness it strengthen them. Looking across at him was probably far more of an indication that even their variances were still reflections of how great of a man Steve was- in any reality.

He'd hope, at the very least.

"Oh, you're leaving?" There was a moment where Simon's disappointment tugged at his facial expressions. No visor to obscure his facade. No method-acting to pretend. He shifts, craning his head in different directions to see the clock. He ended in a tilt of his head to look up and back. His breathing only dramatized the rise and fall of his chest. The slight change caused nipples to peek from behind the shoulder straps of his tank top. "It's not even late late, though." It has been time since he had a decent guest around.

"My free time?" He'd return to center. His muscles; shoulder to hip, bounced as he adjusted yet again. "Generally, I try to memorize lines. Do some self-care like facials, grooming, etc. It would be nice if someone were to spend it with me but everyone's so busy with these new changes." Simon chuckled. "No plans. I thought we'd just hangout. There's even a spare bedroom if you wanted to crash." There were a few spare bedrooms. He stood, now gathering food and containers, organizing a plan of action to clean while they weren't in the middle of something. "What do you do when you give yourself time to unwind?"

"Sounds familiar," Steve acknowledges, chuckling to himself. "Well, I hope I can live up to that. Maybe even exceed it. I try not to look back too hard, you know? As much as someone like myself can do, anyway... it's very much a work-in-progress. All we can attempt is our best effort, right?"

He smiles, hearing Simon speak so kindly of him. That boyish quality never faded, even over a hundred years later. It helped him maintain some plausible deniability as he tried not to oogle his attractive friend, or his voluptuous chest so plainly in sight...

"I'm good, thank you. I probably shouldn't hang around much longer, anyway... I feel like I've taken enough of your time as is. You got any plans for the night? What does the Wonder Man do with his free time...?"

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"I--," Simon was prepared to respond. His words had been primed for the swift rebuttal. He even pushed off of the bed with his elbow. That is; well was, before every detail began to add to the next. First, it was the speed and the fact that their small chatter in messages hadn't even loaded completely. His eyes trek back to the device and then to Tommy. Second was the fact he was completely naked. Did he really just run all the way here like this? His brow furrowed at the bridge of his nose. He should've expected something similar but it wasn't good to assume things of others.

At least, that is what he told himself.

And finally? It was his strokes. Tommy's deliberate thrusts in and out of his palm made him hungry. Simon squirmed on his back and used a combination of hip shifting with his elbow to flip onto his side. He'd worm to the foot of the bed. The sheet slipped down his frame, revealing he was naked beneath. That didn't distract him. He eyed his dick. Maybe a little too long to not hint at determination and greed. Though, he was at a curious division in choice.

Why not both?

Simon flipped to his back, letting his head hang at the nape of his neck. He aligns himself perfectly though he'd bend himself in a way that his knees would find a comfortable space beside his chest. His massive ass cheeks naturally spread to reveal that pink, puckering hole that had yet to be hidden by the hair that decorated his body. He twitched, obviously in a sheen from his building arousal. It basically told Tommy that it needed him.

"Both are good? Feed me while you play a little?"

Tommy at the call he received, smiled when he saw the name on the screen, and after a little chat, not even 5 seconds passed and Tommy arrived at Simon's house, completely naked, why waste time? And just seeing that huge, muscular, hairy naked body lying on the bed, it didn't take long for Tommy's cock to get rock hard. “Oh fuck. It would have been better if you welcomed me on all fours and showing me that hairy hole, but I guess I didn't give you any time”

He commented in amusement as he walked over to the bed where the man lay, that massive length swinging back and forth. As he reached the edge of the bed, he stood watching Simon as he began to slowly and shamelessly jack off in front of the man. “So... Do you want to suck it or do you want to sit on my face this time?” He winked at him.

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"I am glad we're fr-~." Simon was developing a larger smile. His hand still reaching out to meet the other's palm. And he felt as if there was progress being made. Shattered optics and black framed shades, aside. Friend. Simon meant it. There was a moment he felt secure in this feeling that filled him. A sigh of relief escaped him. Simon even leans toward the pending handshake to show him of his desire to make peace between them- if it was absent. He'd love that. So much that gets a little confident in the approach.

The whiz of propellers stirred the air. The thrum of its engine. He assumed it to be some passenger aircraft en route from one rooftop heli-pad to another. The sound seemed to get louder and he only; out of reflex, whipped his head toward the sky. Eyes followed. No~! His building smile faded. He looked at [back of] Hulk; who seemed to be guarding him. His own hand twitched as it returned to his side. "I can handle this. Just..wait for me?" Simon tried to reason, using the quieter moments to be heard over the helicopter. His eyes began to glow as the ground was merely inches beneath him. He kept it pretty subtle in visuals. His body transcends a slight hover to self-propelled flight.

He probably hates these things because they're so invasive and loud.

Simon; first, used hand signals to get the pilot to leave. It was a controlled situation- that he knew of. Hopefully, he could use his fame as a way to persuaded. If not, then his charm and kindness will always remain victorious.

Hands cup the sides of his mouth to amplify his voice.

"We," gesturing to Hulk and himself. "Have the situation under control. It is official business, now. You may go."

He looked over his shoulder; and down toward, Hulk. A thumbs up given.

for   a   moment,   hulk   stops   and   listens   at   the   mention   of   a   friend.                       though   his   hold   on   another   piece   of   debris   didn't   falter.   bruce   might   have   taught   him   now   how   to   be   better   at   controlling   his   own   rage,   make   sure   he   only   attacks   their   enemies   and   never   their   friends   or   the   innocent,   but   the   hulk   still   has   thoughts   of   his   own.   and   one   of   them   is   that   many   people   have   told   him   they   were   his   friends,   and   promised   him   a   place   on   their   team   ...   only   for   them   to   throw   him   to   the   side   right   after.   or   worse,   betray   and   attack   him   instead.

he   may   claim   to   be   hulk's   friend,   but   that   word   means   very   little   to   the   green   goliath.

the   hulk   let   out   a   low   growl   again,   taking   a   tentative   step   back   when   the   other   man   finally   showed   himself   in   the   light.   in   the   back   of   his   head,   the   hulk   knows   that   bruce   knows   this   man.   that   the   devil   once   had   this   man   in   his   grasps.   perhaps   he   really   was   a   friend?   that   he   was   in   the   company   of   someone   who   really   cares.

but   just   as   hulk   was   about   to   bring   his   guard   down,   the   sudden   sound   of   whirring   helicopter   blades   from   above--   near   and   angry--   shook   him   back   to   his   original   state.   with   a   roar,   and   the   crunch   of   the   debris   in   his   hand,   he   jumped   to   the   direction   of   the   man   ...   but   instead   of   attacking   him,   he   instead   stood   to   his   side   with   his   free   hand   outstretched.   as   if   protecting   him   from   whoever   was   outside.

the   hulk   gave   out   another   roar,   then,   even   louder   now.   a   warning.   his   arm   flexing   as   he   prepares   to   throw   the   debris   up.   to   keep   them   away.        “       leave   …   hulk   …   alone.       ”

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It gets lonely, here. The man stirred from his 'sleep' as he'd mull-over the perception of his own awareness. It wasn't a familiar space. Not to relive these moments in such great detail. It all felt so singular. As if he was experiencing it in real-time. The sheet clung to his nude body as his eyes traced every detail of the room-- a strategy used to detach and reassert one's own consciousness in reality.

He'd thought it all over and reverses the direction as his eyes venture down to his own person. He barely notices movement until the white covering obscures the sight of the cutesy little red cage. It was delicate in its design. Lightweight. A durable material. A bow printed just above the slit. He'd remembered it in such a great depth that he'd wonder why it was now on his mind.

Perhaps the memory of Tommy's newfound discovery of it.

Simon bites his lip, trying to distract himself but the quickening of his thoughts cause the throbbing to bob the linen that covers him. He took a deep inhale as hands covered his own face. I have to get a grip,' he'd tell himself. Try to convince himself otherwise. As if his own desires were shameful. Eager. He studied the phone for a second. The device's energy field thrumming against his own. He talks himself down only to find himself a few moments later already calling the speedster to his loft for some alone time.

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name: simon williams alias: wonder man abilities: ionic energy form/manipulation - shapeshifting - power bolstering origin + whereabouts: marvel optics + positives: incandescent - intelligent - charming risks + negatives: impulsive - insecure - compulsive noted factors + signatures: in ionic form, his eyes are pupilless and glow red - physical form has a deep violet/bluish hue that can be completely observed on the electromagnetic spectrum - wears red visors or shades - black uniform is skin-tight with red accents and accessories with 'W' insignia on chest mentorship status: mentor (open)

ⓦ [name] simon williams ⓦ [alias(es)] wonder man - professor higgins ⓦ [age] appears 30s/40s ⓦ [species] superhuman - modified human ⓦ [affiliation] avengers ⓦ [gender] demi male ⓦ [sexuality] queer ⓦ [romance] homoromantic ⓦ [alignment] lawful neutral [swayable] ⓦ [+ traits] incandescent & intelligent - charming - cunning ⓦ [- traits] impulsive & insecure - compulsive ⓦ [hair] black ⓦ [eye color] grey-blue ⓦ [height] 6'2" ⓦ [notable features] in ionic form, his eyes are pupilless and glow red. his physical form has a deep violet/bluish hue and can be completely observed on the electromagnetic spectrum. wears red visors or shades ⓦ [physique claims] I | II [nsfw links] ⓦ [kinks] oil play - wrestling - frottage - exhibitionism - domination - foreplay - oral sex - assplay - orgasm stim - nipple play - sensory deprivation - humiliation - caging (generally always on) ⓦ [anti-kinks] bathroom play [scat/piss] - vore - gore - cbt - filth - raceplay - torture - noncon ⓦ [notes] As they were pulled into a new reality, someone pulled him into a simulation. he's spent most of his time in the recurring roles which he's lived a series of programs as he was trapped in these computer-generated simulations to attempt to control and exploit his abilities. his mind is a bit scattered and there may be very eccentric encounters where he rambles about things that didn't happen or completely distorted memories. 'a thousand lives lived' is a saying he'd adapted to describe the many films created with Simon cast as lead- think of it as a collection of user-generated media. With a new chance to redeem himself, and the many lives he's led, he wants to take this opportunity to really put motion to the plans to preserve and protect. Now, he gets to mass-broadcast his entire career's filmography --in his spare time, of course.

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"Steve was," Simon took pause. His eyes widen as he interjects with a wave of his hand. He meant no harm or to distress the man before him. In fact, it was just the opposite. Simon's adventures often had him on many different sides everyone's opinion but such was the life of an icon, a star, and the beheld of the critics. "He was very busy with both the political and the practice of justice. Sometimes he had his own conflicts with right and wrong but he always stood on his morals." He affirmed his words with a smile.

"He never gave up on people. Always tried to see the best in them. Gave us plenty of chances to fix our wrongs." Simon's finger circled the rim of the glass with his index finger. The wine was a nice gift. In fact, he didn't really know how to repay him for it-- outside of the cartons and to-go containers of the city's finest Cantonese takeout. "I believe you have your war stories. While there are subtle differences, both of you are incredibly kind, giving, and quite handsome." He proudly nods. Simon was thankful they were sitting at the table. The high split of his silk shorts was hidden beneath the tablecloth. The tank top squeezed the life out of his chest as it barely contained his pecs.

"Please eat if you are still hungry. I can't imagine someone so busy doesn't have quite the appetite. There's plenty for you to have, here."

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Steve not got a chance to meet the Simon Williams of his world; either he didn't exist there, or their paths never had an opportunity to meet. In any event. Steve made easy friends with this Simon when they met. He felt an instant, oddly familiar connection with the other. Like they were two peas in a pod somehow. He found himself very interested to figured out why he felt that way.

He also found himself fascinated by the way Simon's brain worked, as though he felt a certain dysphoria about himself and his current circumstances — another way Steve bonded with him. Spending an increasingly large amount of time together, he eventually learned about his —for lack of a better term— fragmented memories. Steve wondered if he could help him reconcile all of them somehow.

But tonight, that wasn't on the agenda. Steve decided he would pay Simon a house call for a one-on-one hang, which may or may not have been his sneaky way to ask Simon out (or in, rather) on a date. Possibly one that would involve him sleeping over.

"So tell me again," Steve says, sipping on a glass of the wine he'd graciously brought over. "What was your Steve Rogers like, in your universe...? Apparently one of my variants was a werewolf... don't ask me how that would have happened, cause I got no idea..."

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This shouldn't excite him this much but it does. Simon's shades can barely nest on his face from the jolting and jostling. At one point he even fights to keep his lips firmly sealed around his girth. Looking up at him, there was an expression of deep gratitude and utter pleasure from being used in this manner. His fingers plunge deep inside of him as he felt his ass clamp down forcefully against the padding of his fingers. He curled inwards to prod his prostate. The cage throbbed, bobbing as his arousal grew. He sinks between Tommy's legs and lets his sloppy face smother his balls. His hungry mouth slurping, sucking both into it's void. The pool drowns his sac and he reeled back, leaving the pair in a glossy mess.

Panting ensued.

"...please~," Barely a whisper escapes him as he kisses the underside of his shaft, view skewed by its perch upon his cheekbone. "PLEASE TOMMY~! Fuck me! Plough me! I need your dick, Tommy. I need every inch deep inside of me." Simon blurted. His brows stitched together. His back arched deeply as he fluttered both fingers fervently. He felt his muscles tighten as his ass attempted reprieve. The opening narrowed as both digits could barely fit. He taunted himself, slamming to the knuckles and he moaned loudly. The soft jiggle recoiled through his ass and into his back and thighs. "Fill me with your cum, Tommy~!" He pleaded, feeling a bit celebrated with the beautiful decoration Tommy could see upon his face.

Tommy looked down just in time to see the man pull down his pants along with his underwear and his cock throbbed at the sight of that beautiful, fat, hairy thick ass, grinning in amusement as he watched what the man was starting to do. “That's it. Good boy, touch yourself for me” Tommy kept his fingers tangled in the man's hair, pulling on it and using Simon's throat like a toy, the most perfect Fleshlight. The rhythm of his thrusts became rougher and rougher, faster and faster, pushing the mushroom head of his thick length as deep as he could with each thrust and together creating the filthiest wet sounds.

After a few moments of fucking Simon's face, Tommy roughly pulled the man's hair back from his cock. “I want you to beg me,” he commanded in a firm, dominating voice as he whipped his fat length all over Simon's face. “Beg for my cum. I want to hear how much you want to swallow my load” The boy smeared Simon's face in a messy mixture of saliva and precum. “I want for everyone to hear how you beg and scream like a cock hungry needy whore as I ravage your hole” Tommy finally let go of his huge hard dick, letting it rest on the man's face.

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"You know I can't do that, Hulk." Simon stabilized himself. Having to bear weight on his left foot. His right blocks any barrage of attacks that could've been thrown his way; not that he couldn't manage. The isolated charge of his wrist fades as portions of the material used as a projectile crumble. Without showing much fear; or weakness, he tried to hide the roll of his jaw. The sting was there from the fraction of a second he was in contact with the blunt force. The stimulation rolled down his neck- through his spine, until the aches reached endpoints. His muscles; however, remembered the sudden conditioning. "--Ow~!" He mumbled to himself.

"I won't leave you. I need to make sure you're safe." His hands outstretched, showing him he meant no harm. "I don't know what's happening but I came as fast and as soon as I'd heard you might need a friend." Simon craned his head and the sudden movement showed the condition of the visor. The brittle frame; broken by shearing forces, snapped. Halves tumbled to his feet and through cracks in the floor. Ignore them, Simon. Though, they were sadly his favored pair."We don't have to talk. I can just sit here until you're ready to go." His right palm inverted, reaching as if they'd hold hands. Or something. "Would you like that, hm?"

Damn he [Hulk] still hits like a cement truck.

int.    some abandoned warehouse on the city outskirts.    night.

the hulk ran. and he ran and ran and didn't stop,           until he crashed through the roof of the abandoned building, and he could hear the groaning of dilapidated infrastructure ... and silence. hulk doesn't even know where he is right now. all he knew is that he needed to leave that place when he felt overwhelmed. just like bruce told him to do.

puny bruce, who now looks out for him.

his breathing was still heavy, and the adrenaline and rage he can feel in his irradiated muscles are still at it's peak. but he has to stay here. for hulk doesn't want to hurt anyone. he just wants to be alone.

clang! he heard from his right.

and with inhuman agility, he took a piece of the fallen roof and hurled it at them, before taking a defensive stance.    "   LEAVE HULK!   "    he screams at them, which echoed about ten times in the abandoned building.    "   LEAVE HULK ALONE!   "

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"Oh, Tomm~," The man's words were immediately muffled, silenced, and replaced with the sound of spit and precum filling his mouth. The sound of escaping pressure filled the small space. He has very little ability to keep all of it there so he swallowed just a bit. Eyelids fell in a sex-induced rush that made him just as liable to ignore any of the additional guests that may filter in; and out, of the bathroom. His fingers stabilize himself as he holds onto Tommy's ankles. The heavy moans. The demands. The need. All of it made him feel depleted and his only saving grace was Tommy's massive dick.

His eager thrusts were so invigorating. Simon's opened wider. His tongue flattens against his lower jaw. Every inch of him welcomed as his nose buried in the man's crotch. Most saliva floods his mouth as he enjoyed the taste of his cum. His chin relaxes yet his lips tighten around the base. A sloppy job wasn't exactly his purpose but if Tommy wanted that, he'd have to say. One hand abandons its post. His own slacks glide down his ass. The underwear soon followed. He traces the ring of his asshole with the pads of his middle- and ring finger to prep for his own entrance. He clenched, urging forward as more of Tommy's cock buried in his throat. Every measure of the opening collapsed around him.

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This kind of fancy party was not his thing; the atmosphere was very bland, there were only fancy drinks, and the music was not even worth mentioning. But soon, he felt someone's eyes on him, and when he turned around, he noticed that it was “Wonder man” he had heard about him a couple of times. He approached the hot man, and, with his cocky personality, the guy started flirting with the older man, showering him with compliments, and the conversation got to a point where he proposed something a bit naughty and fun.

So there was Tommy, in those bathrooms, with the muscular, hairy man, with his pants down to his ankles, while Simon sucked his huge, thick, hard cock, as if his life depended on it. “Fuck! That's it! Shit! … Yeah! Take it all, you fucking whore!”

Tommy kept a tight, firm grip with both hands on the older man's head, tangling his fingers in his hair and pulling on it as he grunted and groaned. His fat length was throbbing and twitching in the man's throat, releasing a copious amount of precum and the fact that anyone could come and find them like this at any moment—the adrenaline of the situation only made this even more arousing.